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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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"Brilliant, yes, brilliant," he trails off, the words breathy and quiet as he grins wolfishly. His reaper is nothing short of gorgeous like this, and it takes every fiber of his being not to lean forward and bite again, to bite until the man is writing and mindless from his touches.

Instead he reluctantly pulls his fingers away, bucking his hips into Mattheiu's as he busies himself trying to shrug his jacket off. It's difficult with the reaper's fingers wound into the material, and eventually he abandons the fruitless attempts. It's far more important to focus on Matthieu, of course, and he spends a moment just slowly thrusting against him and savoring the dull friction against one of his lengths. "That's it darling, yesss..."

The words come with a little more of hiss than he'd expected, but that's not even on his radar as he reaches beyond the both of them to find the lube again. It's missing, and he hisses under his breath as he attempts to find it, "darling, darling, bottle- where-?"

He's not completely out of it and when Lucifer is trying his best to rid himself of his jacket, the reaper impatiently waits until he stops pawing before quickly shoving down the offending thing. He wanted his partner. Oh how he did and he wanted him now. So if this helped then he was more than happy to oblige.

He buries his face into his shoulder to hide away some of the noises before the question jarrs loose enough of his attention. It's hard when he'd rather rut himself purely against Lucifer's cocks but he manages a fast look around.

His hand flits around beside them before grabbing hold the lube and shoving it into his hands. "I want you in me now...."

"Soon darling, soon," he works out, carelessly dropping his jacket behind him with little care. It's difficult to think of much else than the reaper writhing against him, and he falters for a moment as he hisses through his teeth and ruts against Matthieu. "Not going to hurt you-"

But the bottle is in his hands and he swiftly flicks the top off and slicks himself with a practiced hand, discarding the thing after closing it again.

With a shift of his tail he draws himself up, fingers wrapping around his reaper's thighs to help position. "Breathe."

The words are whispered into Matthieu's hair only a moment before he slowly starts to lower the man down, sinking into him with a low groan.

He groans as those hard lengths grind against him, closing his eyes as one rubs back and forth against his own while the other rubs against his slicked hole. Biting his lip, the reaper tries to keep himself patient but his body didn't care for such a thing. It knew exactly what he wanted, getting him to shudder and rock against Lucifer.

A deep kiss of teeth and tongue is stolen at the breathe remark. It draws out the fierce desire that has overtaken the both of them and he drinks it in greedily.

However he pulls away as the air is punched from his lungs as Lucifer enters him. A throaty moan given as he sinks down along those ridges. The reaper clutches at the devil's shoulders as he's filled perfectly with his cock, panting at how the changes felt in him.

"F-fuck me please... Fuck me with this damn cock please please please," he groans, desperation clear in his tone.

"Yesss." It comes out far too close to a hiss than he'd ever like to admit, but the sensation of being buried so deeply in his reaper is sudden and intense. The added feeling of pressing against his length at the same time whisks the breath from him, and for a moment Lucifer is unable to do much more than shudder and try to keep himself from gripping Matthieu too tightly.

Even if the man was a reaper, that didn't mean he was indestructable.

"You look so good like this darling," he breathes, canting his hips until he's flush with the man's backside and hissing again at the sensation, "beautiful, so beautiful."

The urge to bite comes bubbling back up but he fights it away, and instead he lets himself slip just slightly as he slowly pulls back until he's just almost out of his reaper. He stays like that for a moment, reveling in the moment and the intensity of the wait, "so beautiful."

But Mattheiu is too delectable in the end, and with groan he thrusts back into him with one slick movement, "and you feel so good darling."

He's always been one to draw things out with his lovers, but with the intensity of everything and the venom throbbing between the both of them there's no time for subtlety. As he coils tighter around his reaper he pulls the man close and begins to thrust, rough and yet not so harsh as to hurt.

He buries his face away into Lucifer's shoulder, sucking in sharp breaths as he worries at his lip and suppresses the urge to squirm against the warm scales that envelope him. His fingers twitch as his arms remain steady around the man's chest. This was far more than he expected it would be like yet not single complaint came to mind.

Groaning with the rock, Matthieu rubs himself against the length that pressed onto his own eagerly. The noises that slipped out from his partner was delectable and he answers them with his own. "Raleur, you're amazing beyond words."

There's a grunt as the ridges slowly draw out of him and the sensation of loss is on the verge of being vocalized but he keeps it under wraps. Instead he presses heated kisses along Lucifer's throat. A shred of patience is still within the reaper after all.

"Fuck." He screws his eyes shut, grasping him tightly as suddenly he's filled once more. The breath is almost knocked out of him as he presses close and grinds down into each thrust, moaning needily. "Yes, yes I'm yours..."

"You're doing so well darling, yes yes," he hisses out, eyes slipping shut as he fights back the urge to bite again. His reaper is writhing under him, is so perfectly pliant and lovely in his arms, and the added sensations of being within him and grinding against him at the same time are more than he could have ever imagined.

With a rough thrust he winds his hand into Mattheiu's hair, yanking him down into a messy kiss as he bottoms out within the man, fangs grazing his lower lip. All the heat, all the love, all the lust that he's ever had is poured into the kiss, and there's something so possessive, so worryingly right about taking his reaper in this way that were he in a clearer state of mind he would perhaps worry.

"Let me hear you," he manages, leaning down to bury his head against Mattheiu's shoulder, "come now darling, come on-"

He barely registers the breathy words of Lucifer's as he gulps down air with scattered moans and groans that leave his throat raw from how loud they leave him. His fingers dragging down the man's back before going back up to tighten around his shoulders, knuckles whitening as he holds on fiercely. There was almost too much for him handle between Lucifer fucking rougher than what he can remember and the addition of him also rubbing against him plus his damned mouth.

A sharp yelp escapes before he can stop it but it quiets off into a low groan at being so full and silenced completely with the kiss. He drowns in all of the pleasure, trying to return everything that he could into those wonderful lips of Lucifer's. However it doesn't feel like he can even compare.

Small part of him worries that something was off though. That Lucifer has never been this overdominating and harsh when it came to their bouts. He tries to say something about it but all that comes out is a breathy groan at another rough thrust.

"F-fuck me I'm yours...! I'm all yours, raleur. Fuck fuck fuck..."

"I want to feel you," he hisses out, winding tighter and tighter about the reaper, "to hear you. I want to make you come, darling, over and over until all you can think of is me."

His chest is heaving now with the effort of their fucking, and there's a fire deep in him that's winding tighter and tighter as Mattheiu writhes against him. "Want to make you mine."

His fingers scrabble against Lucifer's back, nails dragging down until he finally clutches his shoulders hard. He presses himself close against him, wanting to melt into that fierce heat and wishing for nothing more. The man's name becomes a mantra that he hoarsely calls out as all other words fail him.

Another whimper is stolen from him as his body tenses and contorts against the tight dark coils. The breath knocked out of him while he screws his eyes shut, assaulted by all of the stimuli and not having enough fight to remotely stand a chance. Warm slick gathers between them as he comes, panting heavily and holding fast.

"I'm yours fuck I'm yours..."

In that moment there's nothing better than the sensation of Matthieu going taught against him and the warmth that suddenly spreads between the both of them. His reaper goes tight around him, and Lucifer groans headily into his reaper's shoulder as he fucks him through the orgasm.

"And I yours," he works out, stilling after a moment to give Mattheiu a chance to catch his breath. He's still hard, pressed up against the man's stomach and buried deep within him, but he's the patient sort and instead smears kisses across the line of the reaper's jaw. "Like that darling, yes, you feel so good."

He laughs breathlessly, pressing his forehead against Lucifer's shoulder as he slows his hips rocking. Kisses are pressed along his shoulder and up his neck ever so slowly. "Heh...stuck with me then..."

Nuzzling into the crux of his shoulder, he groans softly but thankful for the chance to breathe and chill for a moment. "Glad I'm living up to the hype," he teases. "Love you, raleur..."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," he teases, reaching up to run his fingers through Mattheiu's hair as he holds the man. "I can think of no better fate to live out."

He steals a kiss, mindful of his fangs, and it's slow and tender until he has to pull away to grab a breath. "Love you too, darling. So very fiercely."

All of the worry that had trickled into his mind is wiped away by the gentleness of the touches. His eyes slipping shut and tilting his head into Lucifer's fingers. His smirk sticking around. "Figure this for sure since you're buried in me."

The kiss draws him in, coaxing him to share the same level of tenderness and care. "I know but I never get tired of being told so," he muses. Leaning in, he presses his forehead against the devil's.

"That I am," he murmurs, "and I can't think of a better place I could ever be, all things considered."

Mattheiu draws himself closer and Lucifer relishes the attention, humming low under his breath as he allows his eyes to slip shut as he holds his reaper. "Then, I love you. I love you and you'll one day grow so terribly annoyed with how often I tell you."

"Hm right. This was mostly your idea anyway," he teases, briefly shaking his head. A gentle rock given as his hands ease down to rest at the small of Lucifer's back. "That and heavily biased right now."

The reaper can't help the grin that slowly grows. Softly laughing, he steals away a brief yet tender kiss. "Don't think that can ever happen. Sorry, raleur."

"I am the great tempter, you know," he teases back, exhaling slow at the small rush of sensation. "A beacon of sin, all that. And lust is a sin, darling, and one of my favorites."

But he melts into the kiss, soaking in all of the love and attention, "you would be surprised, darling. But I love you. I love you and frankly that's simply a fact of life."

"I have plenty of reminders of that, yes," he says, groaning under his breath as he slowly grinds down into him. "If it were anymore obvious, you'd have it over you in neon lights. Besides I'm certain I can live with choices like this."

Yes he wanted him still especially with the thrum of venom in his blood but there's something about being with him that makes all of the awful easier to forget. He feels exposed (in a different way than simply naked) yet accepted and the trust and the adoration... "I can certainly live with that, raleur. Love you too."

"I'd be happy to keep reminding you," he murmurs, the words trailing off into a gasp as the reaper rocks against him. There's such intimacy between them and it threatens to take his breath away; instead he focuses on smearing kisses down the line of Mattheiu's shoulder as he gently shifts.

"Love you so much, darling," he works out, hands splayed against the other man's back, and he leans up to steal a deep kiss when he can.

"Of course you would be." The kisses merely encourage him to continue grinding before tentatively riding him once more. It was slow and steady compared to the roughness before and he wanted to savor the peaceful closeness. "Not going to say no to it."

His eyes slip shut with the kiss, falling into it with a content hum. Pulling away when he's left breathless, he drags his teeth against Lucifer's lower lip. "I'm yours, raleur. Always."

With every movement his reaper makes there's another dull spark of sensation that winds down his spine and grows warm in his belly. It's sex, yes, but there's something that goes far deeper than the physical between them.

"Be careful with the promises you make," he murmurs against Mattheiu's lips, breath warm and voice rough with controlled need, "some would think you're absolutely mad for being mine.

They're wrong, of course."

"It's not a promise. It's a statement of a truth," he says, groaning warmly against Lucifer's shoulder. His hips roll with each slow plunge of the ridged length entering his depths, taking his time with each movement. "I'm yours and if anyone has an issue with it, they can screw off."

His hand comes up to cup the man's cheek as he smiles. "I'm yours because it's a choice and one I'll choose every time."

The intensity of Mattheiu's statement is enough to drive the air from his lungs, and he clutches the man close as he gently rocks into him. Emotions, real emotions, have always been difficult and to hear someone so honest and filled with adoration...

There's a lump in his throat and a tightness in his chest as he leans in to capture his reaper's lips in a deep, slow kiss. Actions are easier than words, and he pours all the things that he can't say into the kiss, all of his love and adoration and every single thing that he wants Mattheiu to know so very much.

The growing tightness of the hold sparks concern but it's not enough of one to warrant being said. Instead his lips are far more preoccupied with the man's as his eyes slip shut and he loses himself into its depths.

His heart aches but it's not from a sense of loss or hurt but from the sheer intensity of what he receives and gives in return. Everything is laid bare between the two of them. For a brief moment it halts as he catches a quick breath before kissing him again.

It seemed that the entire world was down to only the two of them, and Lucifer can't help the quiet, almost broken noise that escapes his lips as they break for breath. The emotional surge was so intense, and while he's still buried deep in his reaper there's something that's so much more than just the physical right now. There's no word for it he knows, but the intensity threatens to destroy him from the inside out.

"Darling..." he manages the word like it's a prayer, desperate and low and filled with love.

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