"I'm in Hell, I don't exactly know what the weather was like today." Which really cut down on smalltalk potential. Bobby sighed but he knew that protesting was kind of futile. So he sat down on the couch next to Aleister, leaving some generous space between them.
There were so many unanswered questions and in a way he was scared of what the answers could be. Even some of the questions were making him nervous. Was Aleister truly attached to him? In what way? What did that mean for him? What did it mean for his soul?
He had believed in it all once, Heaven and God and being good. Obviously his faith had been shattered many times since, yet being stuck in Hell was unsettling nonetheless.
"How are they?" He might as well ask about the one thing he cared about. "My boys. I'm sure you're keepin' track. How are the idjits doing?"
"Not bad. Matty was a demon for a hot second, Moose is communing with the devil and Castiel is probably agreeing to something stupid and ill-advised as we speak." Aleister summed up, knowing it sounded bad but it wasn't really. That was like a normal Tuesday for those two. "They just went on an adventure in a haunted arcade so their spirits seem up last we spoke."
They could always find a weird, whimsical adventure.
"There's just some -- complications. Nothing worth worrying about." He leaned over to get the whiskey, pouring himself on and then leaning back in his seat, exhausted. "Hell is... hell. It is what it is. I'm keeping it under control, despite your boys constant efforts to unintentionally unleash hell."
"Unintentionally, intentionally. Whatever it takes." Bobby reached over to pour himself some whiskey as well. The whiskey was great, he couldn't complain about that. He had some issues with his clothes, his wardrobe here seemed determined to slowly align him more with Aleister's sensibilities. His hat was brand new. Felt off.
"You always just complain about Hell." He had caught on to that long ago, yet it seemed worth nothing again. "I reckon you must be enjoyin' something about it. Like that feeling of being needed. I ain't judging you. Guess I'm the same."
He glanced up at the ceiling and sighed. "Was the same."
"You're not... unneeded." Aleister decided to put out there because Bobby had to know that, didn't he? He had been here a while now, in the grand scheme of things, and there was no reason Aleister could give him for why. It was just clear that he wanted him there. He supposed in the end, all he got from demons was fear and respect - and that didn't exactly fuel him. And his last conversation with his mother wasn't exactly inspiring him to feel needed either.
Bobby liked him. Maybe not a lot. Maybe not really enough to justify this but there was something. They'd kissed, they shared a moment and that was all he needed.
"I gotta talk to someone... who else am I going to talk to? Those braindead idiot demons?"
"I dunno. You've been around for a few centuries before I was born, I reckon you had someone to bounce ideas off of back then." Seemed about right. Although, he supposed there was that spark of humanity that Sam's work had brought to life within Aleister. Everything that came with it. Those emotions and the want to feel.
Bobby looked at Aleister and he did feel bad for him. "Poor bastard." Hard not to pity him a little, given circumstances. "I ain't anything special, am I? I'm just the guy you ain't afraid to show what you're feelin'. That you're feelin'."
He only ever bounced things off the people he had been stuck with. Never anyone he liked. Never anyone he respected. Bobby was the first. He looked at him now, scrunching up his face at that look of pity. Fuck that. "I come to you because I think you have a brain. Trust me, in this world, that makes you as special as it gets."
And that was about as deep as it got. He didn't care. He didn't feel. It was a practical asset, not anything more. "You entertain me. Besides, you can't deny we have energy. Can you, darling?"
"You don't keep someone locked up in a special little suite in your palace for their brain, Aleister. Come on. If you really think I got brain, you gotta give me more credit than that." That wasn't something anyone did for logical, rational reasons. That wasn't a brain matter. That was about feelings. And wasn't that an unsettling thought?
Bobby knew he had no heartbeat any more, logically, yet his heart was beating faster somehow. He looked at Aleister and met his eyes. "We've got somethin', darlin'. But, be honest, do you really know what it is we have? Do you really wanna find out? Cause it's fuckin' scaring the pants off of me."
"Ooh, then perhaps you should take them off now and save us both the wait." Aleister teased as he tried to avoid the real emotions that Bobby was trying to bring. He supposed it had been too long now to just pass it all off as a whim or a scheming technique. It was what it was. A needy, pathetic weakness. A desire. A want.
Ever since Sam shot him up, all he'd wanted was to chase that feeling. And if Bobby gave him that feeling, why couldn't he keep it?
"You're overthinking it. As always. Can't you ever just relax?" With a huff, Aleister was on his feet, making space between himself and Bobby. The longer he stayed, the more vulnerable he made himself. "It's just a little fun. A nice sounding board. Something to amuse myself with. That's real. That's what it really is!"
"Can I ever just relax when the King of Hell is keepin' my own damn immortal soul captive in Hell as a sounding board?" Bobby felt as if he was keeping thing remarkably calm, really. Given all that. He got to his feet as well, pulling his hat off that wasn't right anyway, simply dropping it on the ground as he looked at Aleister. "You are gonna keep me here for what? For eternity? Until one of my boys needs yanking on their chain?"
He moved forward and grabbed Aleister's wrist, pulling him closer and grabbing a hold of his waist with the other arm as he looked down at him. "What do you want?!"
Aleister kissed him suddenly, unable to help himself. So many strong emotions, so much upset and anger and he didn't know what else he was supposed to do. How did one convey their love when they were a fucking demon. He didn't feel, not properly, not human but he had something. A spark. And that spark wanted this.
He broke the kiss and pulled back, clearly unsure and unhappy with his decision. He switched modes swiftly, always trying to cover this ugly feelings. "I just like having something pretty to play with."
"I ain't that pretty, Aleister. If anything, you're the pretty one." Which came close to paying him a compliment but, hey. He assumed that vessel had been picked on purpose, so it wasn't exactly a surprise that Bobby would notice. Hadn't really clicked originally, but after all the flirting and especially after making out once again after the initial kiss that had sealed their deal, Bobby hadn't been able to ignore it entirely.
Bobby sighed as he shook his head, taking a step forward again but this time only resting his hand against the side of Aleister's face. "I feel it. I ain't denyin' it. I just don't agree with your fucked up method of expression."
"It's temporary, I assure you. There just isn't a better option right now but I will-- I will find one and then you'll be able to understand the method." He didn't want Bobby to go to heaven, that was endgame. And he couldn't keep him in hell or he'd just resent him. Maybe there was a way to restore him or to change him. Make him something still going. "Call me an old romantic but I'm not ready for this--" He gestured between them. "--To just end."
And he didn't think he was being irrational here. It made complete sense to him.
Bobby was silent for a little, while he held his hand against Aleister's face and looked at him. Looked at everything that he could see on his face. In his eyes. He knew it was foolish to feel bad for him the way he did. Even more foolish to feel as much for him as he did. Yet here he was, looking at the demon and thinking of him as a man. As someone with emotions.
Because, somehow, impossibly, Aleister kept holding on to those just as he was holding on to him now.
He leaned forward so their foreheads came to rest against each other. Aleister claimed to have him here for his brain and he could not just stop thinking. "You're the King of Hell, darlin'. You shouldn't be flirtin' with weakness."
Weakness. Like his mother said. Love was weakness. And yes, perhaps it was, but he couldn't work out how to let go of it. He had never had it and he still had weakness so what did it matter if he could have it? Was it any different. "Weakness for some, perhaps strength for others. That's the beautiful of things - we're all different."
And Aleister had always been one to bunk trends and stand out. He was no simple demon. If he was, maybe he'd be happier.
"Anyway, I have business to attend." He pulled away, with great reluctance, looking at Bobby for a final moment before he moved away. "Don't worry for me too much, pet. I'll be fine."
"I'll worry. It ain't a one-way street, darlin'." Whatever that meant. Probably something that was likely to stay undefined for a lot longer, given that Aleister couldn't exactly have a relationship talk. Given the very unique circumstances.
Bobby wasn't sure what to say without speaking of too many unspoken things. So he simply said what was on his mind. "I don't know about what you deserve. Or what I deserve, for that matter. But there's a lot of rotten bastards that got it anyway. Why not us, down the line?"
"Hmm. Interesting proposal." He hmmed on the idea, smiled a little and then ducked out of the room. How did Bobby do that? How did he get him to feel so damn weak and vulnerable? He had a way. An earnestness. He meant the things he said and it drove Aleister wild.
As he walked down the hallway, he heard noise coming from the lower depths and sighed, changing direction from his throne room to Lucifer's cage.
Ever since the aborted Sam thing where no vessel could be nabbed, Lucifer had been making a scene. Drama queen.
He entered the room and gave Lucifer a tired look. "Would you keep it down? Some of us are trying to work."
"What, you can't push pencils with a bit of ambiance?" Lucifer snapped his fingers and turned up the music, which was mostly circling through various devil themed songs. Right now it was Iron Maiden's 'The Number of the Beast' and Lucifer supposed he got how it might be a little distracting. Whatever, he wasn't about to stop.
He did, however, move closer to the bars to have a good look at Aleister, hissing under his breath. "Ohh, Aleister, sweet boy. You're looking all kinds of rough, aren't you?"
"I can barely hear you!" Aleister yelled out as he gestured around them. He heard most of it but very muffled over the barring racket that was overtaking the hallway. Ever since Sam had come, it seemed to light some sort of fuse under him. Maybe rejection gave him a power up - hard to say.
He clicked his fingers and the music went down considerable. It was his kingdom, his home, his rules and he could effect anything he wanted to. "You better start behaving yourself, you're trying me. You don't want to do that."
"Why would I not wanna do that? I'm curious. I know you're the big cheese down here at the mo', but let's face it. You don't exactly have me quaking in my boots, do you?" Lucifer ran a hand along a bar and then suddenly slammed his fingers against it, just to hear that dull sound it made.
Perhaps, a little, to see whether Aleister would wince. He knew there was fear there. Under all that arrogance. "You never answered my question. What's up? Why are you lookin' so tired? Tell daddy your woes."
Aleister grimaced, against his better judgement, eying up the way he slammed his fingers into the bars. He was just waiting for a chance to get out. Well, he wasn't about to let that happen. Not as long as he was king. "I'm not tired, I'm working hard. Managing chaos, as always. You wouldn't understand what it actually means to rule, you don't have it in your blood."
Not that he did but he liked to think he had it more than Lucifer. "Some of us are born to sit on the throne and rule. Some of us are just -- pathetic yapping dogs trying to get attention. By, you know, playing stupid, loud music in a vain attempt to steal focus."
"I mean. Yes. Yes, to all of that. But, look. Baby girl, I do enjoy our talks, I do. I enjoy that tit for tat and I'm getting off a little on the roleplaying too." Hey, he was the devil, of course he was into that kinky shit.
"I'm in a cage. I know, it gets you all atwitter with the power rush. But if we're talking about who's meant to rule?" He sized Aleister up and raised his eyebrows, then he reached up to grab the cage's bars on either side of his head, looking at him coldly. "I'm Lucifer the Morningstar. I'm the Son of Dawn, the Anointed Angel. Ruler of Demons and Father of Lies. Play king for as long as you can, little one. But let's not forget who is who."
"Yeah, one of us is in a cage and has been for well over seven years and one of us has been on the throne since. Let's face it, your daddy can give you titles all He wanted but they don't count for shit in the real world." And he knew that he had to work harder to keep his throne and stay on top but that just meant he had a better grip on it. He knew his destiny and he followed it.
While Lucifer knew his and repeatedly failed to make it happen. "I'm working on a spell to soundproof this place. Soon you can make impotent, useless threats and noises all you like but it won't even reach me. That's how insignificant you are." Who was the real king here? Him. That was who.
"If you lock the door to the basement twice, are you sure the monster can't get you?" Lucifer smiled and then chuckled, turning around to take a step further into the cage. Then he turned back around, his hand hitting the cage's bars again.
The sound of vibrating metal could be heard, almost felt, and Lucifer's eyes were focused on Aleister, takin in every little movement. "I've never been scared. Seems stressful.. Kind of makes you look pale and sweaty, doesn't it? You need to chill, king. I'm locked up securely. My demons are behaving themselves, aren't they? Tell them daddy wants them to stop giving you such a hard time. Your rule's secure. Why worry?"
"I'm not afraid of you." Just on edge. It was natural. Lucifer made him, made all of them, made this system and would always be looked upon better than himself. It all just rattled him, it didn't mean he was afraid or even scared. He was just ... uneasy. He cocked his head to the side, watching Lucifer and refusing to back down. He didn't break eye contact once. "They listen to me, you arrogant loser. You think anyone in hell cares what you think. You're old news."
As long as the propaganda machine kept going, it would be 'Lucifer, who?' in about 50 years. He was 7 years deep... so it was a long road but he could make it work. It was just good business. "I'm glad you'll rot in here. Feels good. To know that I have the former king in a nice, tidy little box."
"Oh yeah. I bet that feels just awesome. Wow." Lucifer spared a brief smirk and shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. His expression was serene and then he opened his eyes again, looked at Aleister. "I can feel him, you know? I can hear him think. Sad little lost boy. He blames himself so much. Hates himself so much. Just keeps on losin' and losin'."
He raised his eyebrows. "Don't forget to check in with those boys, yeah? Wouldn't want things to be too easy on little ol' me."
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There were so many unanswered questions and in a way he was scared of what the answers could be. Even some of the questions were making him nervous. Was Aleister truly attached to him? In what way? What did that mean for him? What did it mean for his soul?
He had believed in it all once, Heaven and God and being good. Obviously his faith had been shattered many times since, yet being stuck in Hell was unsettling nonetheless.
"How are they?" He might as well ask about the one thing he cared about. "My boys. I'm sure you're keepin' track. How are the idjits doing?"
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They could always find a weird, whimsical adventure.
"There's just some -- complications. Nothing worth worrying about." He leaned over to get the whiskey, pouring himself on and then leaning back in his seat, exhausted. "Hell is... hell. It is what it is. I'm keeping it under control, despite your boys constant efforts to unintentionally unleash hell."
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"You always just complain about Hell." He had caught on to that long ago, yet it seemed worth nothing again. "I reckon you must be enjoyin' something about it. Like that feeling of being needed. I ain't judging you. Guess I'm the same."
He glanced up at the ceiling and sighed. "Was the same."
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Bobby liked him. Maybe not a lot. Maybe not really enough to justify this but there was something. They'd kissed, they shared a moment and that was all he needed.
"I gotta talk to someone... who else am I going to talk to? Those braindead idiot demons?"
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Bobby looked at Aleister and he did feel bad for him. "Poor bastard." Hard not to pity him a little, given circumstances. "I ain't anything special, am I? I'm just the guy you ain't afraid to show what you're feelin'. That you're feelin'."
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And that was about as deep as it got. He didn't care. He didn't feel. It was a practical asset, not anything more. "You entertain me. Besides, you can't deny we have energy. Can you, darling?"
He raised his eyebrow playfully.
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Bobby knew he had no heartbeat any more, logically, yet his heart was beating faster somehow. He looked at Aleister and met his eyes. "We've got somethin', darlin'. But, be honest, do you really know what it is we have? Do you really wanna find out? Cause it's fuckin' scaring the pants off of me."
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Ever since Sam shot him up, all he'd wanted was to chase that feeling. And if Bobby gave him that feeling, why couldn't he keep it?
"You're overthinking it. As always. Can't you ever just relax?" With a huff, Aleister was on his feet, making space between himself and Bobby. The longer he stayed, the more vulnerable he made himself. "It's just a little fun. A nice sounding board. Something to amuse myself with. That's real. That's what it really is!"
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He moved forward and grabbed Aleister's wrist, pulling him closer and grabbing a hold of his waist with the other arm as he looked down at him. "What do you want?!"
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He broke the kiss and pulled back, clearly unsure and unhappy with his decision. He switched modes swiftly, always trying to cover this ugly feelings. "I just like having something pretty to play with."
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Bobby sighed as he shook his head, taking a step forward again but this time only resting his hand against the side of Aleister's face. "I feel it. I ain't denyin' it. I just don't agree with your fucked up method of expression."
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And he didn't think he was being irrational here. It made complete sense to him.
"You'll understand. And you'll thank me one day."
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Because, somehow, impossibly, Aleister kept holding on to those just as he was holding on to him now.
He leaned forward so their foreheads came to rest against each other. Aleister claimed to have him here for his brain and he could not just stop thinking. "You're the King of Hell, darlin'. You shouldn't be flirtin' with weakness."
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And Aleister had always been one to bunk trends and stand out. He was no simple demon. If he was, maybe he'd be happier.
"Anyway, I have business to attend." He pulled away, with great reluctance, looking at Bobby for a final moment before he moved away. "Don't worry for me too much, pet. I'll be fine."
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Bobby wasn't sure what to say without speaking of too many unspoken things. So he simply said what was on his mind. "I don't know about what you deserve. Or what I deserve, for that matter. But there's a lot of rotten bastards that got it anyway. Why not us, down the line?"
Love. Could happen.
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As he walked down the hallway, he heard noise coming from the lower depths and sighed, changing direction from his throne room to Lucifer's cage.
Ever since the aborted Sam thing where no vessel could be nabbed, Lucifer had been making a scene. Drama queen.
He entered the room and gave Lucifer a tired look. "Would you keep it down? Some of us are trying to work."
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He did, however, move closer to the bars to have a good look at Aleister, hissing under his breath. "Ohh, Aleister, sweet boy. You're looking all kinds of rough, aren't you?"
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He clicked his fingers and the music went down considerable. It was his kingdom, his home, his rules and he could effect anything he wanted to. "You better start behaving yourself, you're trying me. You don't want to do that."
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Perhaps, a little, to see whether Aleister would wince. He knew there was fear there. Under all that arrogance. "You never answered my question. What's up? Why are you lookin' so tired? Tell daddy your woes."
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Not that he did but he liked to think he had it more than Lucifer. "Some of us are born to sit on the throne and rule. Some of us are just -- pathetic yapping dogs trying to get attention. By, you know, playing stupid, loud music in a vain attempt to steal focus."
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"I'm in a cage. I know, it gets you all atwitter with the power rush. But if we're talking about who's meant to rule?" He sized Aleister up and raised his eyebrows, then he reached up to grab the cage's bars on either side of his head, looking at him coldly. "I'm Lucifer the Morningstar. I'm the Son of Dawn, the Anointed Angel. Ruler of Demons and Father of Lies. Play king for as long as you can, little one. But let's not forget who is who."
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While Lucifer knew his and repeatedly failed to make it happen. "I'm working on a spell to soundproof this place. Soon you can make impotent, useless threats and noises all you like but it won't even reach me. That's how insignificant you are." Who was the real king here? Him. That was who.
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The sound of vibrating metal could be heard, almost felt, and Lucifer's eyes were focused on Aleister, takin in every little movement. "I've never been scared. Seems stressful.. Kind of makes you look pale and sweaty, doesn't it? You need to chill, king. I'm locked up securely. My demons are behaving themselves, aren't they? Tell them daddy wants them to stop giving you such a hard time. Your rule's secure. Why worry?"
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As long as the propaganda machine kept going, it would be 'Lucifer, who?' in about 50 years. He was 7 years deep... so it was a long road but he could make it work. It was just good business. "I'm glad you'll rot in here. Feels good. To know that I have the former king in a nice, tidy little box."
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He raised his eyebrows. "Don't forget to check in with those boys, yeah? Wouldn't want things to be too easy on little ol' me."
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