S2 (LUCIFER'S POV)

Alastor and Lucifer had both been kidnapped by Vox, both knocked out by some kind of dr#g Valentino had gave them. Somehow.

They were both tied together chest to chest, arms stuck at their sides.

──────────────── Alastor woke first.

He became aware of pressure around his chest, tight and deliberate, restricting his breathing just enough to be uncomfortable. Rope; thick, rough, wrapped securely around his torso. His arms were pinned behind him.

And then he felt the warmth of another body pressed firmly against his.

Alastor opened his eyes slowly.

Lucifer was directly in front of him, close enough that Alastor could see the crease between his brows, the tension in his jaw even before his eyes fully opened, When he shifted, the rope tightened around both of them.

Lucifer froze.

“…No,” he said quietly. Then, sharper, “No. Absolutely not.”

Alastor exhaled calmly. “Good morning.”

Lucifer snapped his gaze up. “Why are you this close to me?”

Alastor glanced down, taking in the way the rope had been wrapped around them together, chest to chest, no room to move without dragging the other along.

“Because Vox is insecure,” Alastor said. “And unimaginative.”

Lucifer tried to pull back anyway. The rope bit into his shoulders, drawing a sharp breath from him before he stopped moving. His lips pressed into a thin line.

“Don’t struggle,” Alastor said, voice even. “He’ll enjoy it.”

Lucifer shot him a glare. “I’m not used to being restrained.”