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Myth!AU - Unforeseen Side Effects

It's hard to relax after a long shift roaming around the city and maintaining the teetering balance but what made it all the more easier was the fact that his partner was awaiting in his apartment and graciously welcomed him back when he arrived. There was still some residual exhaustion but he was eager to hold a small conversation before slipping away to clean himself up from the work day. The hardest part of the whole thing was making sure that Lucifer didn't simply barge into the bathroom while he took a shower to decompress peacefully for a couple of moments.

When he's all clean and dressed in but a simple t-shirt and shorts, the reaper eyes the belt that he carried on his person as a small prank formulated in his plan. Lucifer was rather fond of all manners of serpents and he was no stranger to what the belt could do. Still that didn't mean that Matthieu couldn't surprise him nonetheless.

Belt in hand behind his back, he slowly stalks through the halls to locate his quarry. It doesn't take much to locate the man who was lounging across bed in the guest bedroom downstairs, seemingly entertaining himself with whatever was on his phone. The perfect opportunity to strike. He doesn't waste the precious chance and charges into the bedroom with a tease in french before jumping onto the bed and wrapping the belt around the unsuspecting man's waist.

The magic is activated with a quick ignition feed of his energy. However something feels distinctly off this time though he can't investigate too much as he loses his balance and slips off the bed in the end. Mission success!

...though he didn't realize what he had really done.

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"I always try to make the best of a situation, darling." The sensation of Mattheiu's hand along the scales is surprisingly nice, and he lets his eyes drift shut with a pleased sigh. "It makes things interesting no?"

Perhaps many wouldn't be as calm as he was at that moment, but after so many millennia alive there was so very little that could shake him anymore. He'd much rather lean in to steal a kiss from his reaper, after all.

"Can't exactly complain about that. You're rather talented in it after all," he teases, tracing along the patterning of the coils. They weren't uncomfortable around him instead rather nice for now.

The reaper certainly can't help but smile into the kiss, thankful for the calm. Things could've been far worse.

"You flatter me, I like it." The words are warm against Mattheiu's lips, the devil's grin evident as he nips slightly. No use in fretting over things, not when there's a warm body in his arms and he'd much rather focus on that.

There was the matter of figuring out what had even happened, yes, but for now he's content to laze about in this new form, and there's a pleased noise as the reapers fingers wander.

"I know. Like your ego stroked as much as other things," he muses, stealing away a quick kiss. This was a lot better than patrolling around the streets and taking care of souls in the brisk cloudy city.

His exploring touches inch across the smooth sleekness of the devil's tail before running across the larger underside scales. "Seems like this is one of them."

"It's not my fault that you're rather brilliant at stroking those other things." There's a touch of warm amusement to his words, and despite himself he finds himself shifting and arching into the slight touches. "You have wonderful fingers, darling."

"No but you certainly allow for plenty of practice for it," he says, leaning some to kiss lightly along his pulse.

His fingers traveling along the dips and curls of the serpentine coils before reaching the edge of Lucifer's jacket and shirt. Curiosity had quite the hold and he slips his hand underneath, fascinated at the way the scales flowed into the familiar stomach of the devil.

The sensation of fingertips on skin comes as a surprise, and he inhales sharply before he shifts, winding further around his reaper with a low, amused chuckle. Of course he isn't going to dissuade the man from exploring, dad forbid the thought, but there's a wry sense of humor to everything that he can't help but pick at. "You seem interested, darling. Are you sure this was an accident, hm?"

A light laugh at the gasp from him before the reaper traces along the divide between skin and scales, almost wanting to see as much as feel. However his focus is broken at the tightening coils and glances up with a raised brow. "Never been with a naga. At least one that wasn't trying to kill me."

"Besides," he muses, his hand sliding back down belly scales, "what else am I to do when a big terrible has me trapped in his grasp?"

"Well now, aren't we a kinky one," he purrs, his gaze hot and almost predatory as he looks over his reaper, "Lucifer likes."

Forget any awkwardness of his new anatomy, there wasn't a thing that he wouldn't try and certainly Mattheiu is making such a good point right now that it would be cruel to deny the man such an experience.

His mouth moves, lips brushing over Mattheiu's before he bites, pulling the man's lower lip between his teeth with a mischievous grin before pressing forward to capture him in a proper kiss, his hand snaking up his spine until he's able to wind a hand in the reaper's hair.

"I didn't mean it like that," he laughs, shaking his head. However he can't deny that he's enjoying the way Lucifer looks at him, smirking at how obvious he is. "But things can have multiple meanings."

He gasps softly at the rough scrape of fangs against his lip before smiling into Lucifer's, kissing back hard. His fingers tighten around the back of the devil's neck as he savors the moment. However there's a pulse of warmth that slowly builds in his veins that should be concerning if he weren't so distracted.

When he finally breaks away it's only so that he can drag his lips down the expanse of Mattheiu's neck. There's a fierce urge to bite, which should probably be far more interesting in itself than he's giving thought to, but that doesn't matter in the slightest when the reaper is pressed against him so nicely. "Of course you did."

He bites once, twice, and it's so intensely satisfying that he groans his approval against the heated skin beneath his mouth. It's only when the slight taste of iron crosses his tongue that he comes to, and as he pulls away he frowns at the momentary loss of control. Strange, it wasn't like him at all. "Ah, I'm sorry darling. Got a bit carried away."

More than a bit, apparently.

He groans low in the back of his throat, barely above a murmur, while tilt his head back to give the man room to work with and no resistance. There's an answer on his lips as Lucifer's works across his pulse but it's stilled at the sudden sharp pain. Screwing his eyes shut, he clenches his teeth and grunts.

Wet drips down his neck and more enough to let him know that he was bleeding albeit very little. It's a slow tickling dribble. He presses a hand to it and rubs, haphazardly doing a sigil to stop the bleeding. "It's ok. Just a scratch really."

The reaper swallows thickly as a flush surges through his cheeks at the heat that pulses hotter in him. He shifts against the coils around, moaning as the warmth focuses around his groin and an urge to rock his hips against him. His shorts pressed uncomfortably around him so the grinding is more of a way to work them off to get release.

Well, that's certainly not a reaction that he would have ever guessed and it's certainly one that's caught Lucifer's full attention. There is, of course, a satisfied pulse of heat that gathers low in his stomach at the sound of Matthieu's voice so broken, but beyond that there's actual concern because there had been blood and now the man is writhing against him. "Darling? Matthieu?"

Judgement is rather clouded for a moment as his sole focus was trying to rid himself of the shorts that were constraining so much and he grunts with his efforts. It takes some maneuvering but he manages to get some relief, the pressure relieved and a sleek warmth greeting the soft throbbing.

However he blinks at the call, glancing up at Lucifer and still heat surging through his cheeks. "Yea, raleur? Sorry I don't... What did you bite me with?"

What sort of question is that? "With my mouth, how in the hell else would I bite you?"

It come across a bit more indignant than he'd like, but the way that Mattheiu is moving provides an incredible distraction. Subconsciously he shifts, constricting around the man even more, forcing him close. It's strange, but he can feel how hard the reaper is against his scales, and that's far more attractive than he'd have ever thought it would have any right to be.

"Well no shit." He lowers his gaze, furrowing his brow as he tries to figure everything out despite his issue. "This is so sudden and quick. I think your bite caused it."

He didn't actually appreciate being made to feel like he's an idiot so he tries to figure out if there's a way to get out of his predicament. However it becomes more complicated as the coils tighten around him, drawing him close against Lucifer. Certainly didn't help the throb between his legs.

"How would- no, you know what? Let's not think about that right now." Could it be the bite? While that would certainly rule out 'Mattheiu has a raging naga fetish', it seems a bit hard to swallow if he thinks about it too hard. Frankly there were other hard things he'd rather think about.

"There are better things to do, aren't there?" There's a touch of wicked amusement in his voice as he lowers his head and just barely grazes his teeth along the line of Mattheiu's jaw, "more urgent matters to attend to?"

"Well you're not the one who got bit anyway." Despite the warmth that pulses in his veins and the issue at hand, the reaper mulls over everything and still avoids looking at him. This wasn't like him. This has never happened so quickly nor harshly. "I don't..."

At the moment, his words trail off with Lucifer's question but the allure of it breaks at the light scrape of fangs. His body contorting to get his head away even if he can manage so much while trapped. "Nagas have venom. Meaning you have something in your bite."

Everything is going beautiful and he'd be hard pressed to say that having Matthieu at his mercy in such a way wasn't incredibly titillating but the moment that he feels the reaper tense beneath him and pull away he stops, pulling back and unwinding himself from around the man.

"Ah." Well, now he's not entirely certain that it would be proper to continue. "I...apologize, then."

There's an aire of awkwardness that hangs between them, and he clears his throat to try to buy time to figure out what to do, "I ah, suppose then it's best to let you do what you do then?"

Wait no this is the exact opposite of what he had been hoping for. His damned reaper mind had gone into overdrive due to the biting but that didn't necessarily mean that he wanted for Lucifer to pull away. His dumb training screwing him over once more.

He catches the man's retreating hand and giving a soft pull, looking down at the floor out of shame. "Lucifer wait. ...you're fine. I'm sorry for overreacting and this is all sudden.

"I want you to stay. Bite and all. Ok?"

There's a note to Mattheiu's voice that gives him pause, and he stills as he feels the man's hand in his. There's still a point to be made though, and he sighs quietly as he brings Matt's hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss. The urge to bite is still there, but he grits his teeth and keeps it under control for the time.

"You know I would never force you into anything you didn't want, bloody venom or not."

That at least had stopped the currently naga devil from slipping away and possibly leaving him to stew over his idiocy. His thumb brushes against Lucifer's chin when his hand is brought up, being gentle in his affections. He takes his time but he coaxes him in closer once more before pressing his forehead to his.

"I know. No such assumption crossed my mind and I trust you," he affirms. "You didn't know about the venom. It's ok."

He wraps his free arm around his shoulders. "My snakely gentleman."

"I'd never be one to hurt you, darling." That he's entirely sure of, warped form and strange instincts or no. His tongue flicks out to brush against the pad of Matthieu's thumb and although there's the temptation to bite again he shoves it back down. Slowly, ever so slowly, he winds himself around the reaper again, keeping him pressed close as one hand rests low down on his hip.

He pulls away but only so to trail soft kisses down to Lucifer's pulse before nuzzling ever so gently into it. A sigh slipping out as he offers the gentle affections. "I trust you."

The fear and urge to sink back into decades of training ebbs away to small nuisance in the back of his mind. Despite everything, the devil had this reaper's devotion and he wasn't afraid to show it. The coils pressing around him get a grunt of acknowledgement but otherwise he simply focuses on wrapping his arms around Lucifer.

"I don't know if I trust myself, darling." It's hard to admit, but the feeling of his reaper pressed so close, to feel him so warm against his skin, it was almost overwhelming. With a low noise he noses at the crux of Mattheiu's shoulder, inhaling slowly to keep himself still. "Fuck but you smell so good. I want to bite, oh hells do I want to, but I promise darling, I promise you that I don't want to hurt you."

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