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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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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."

There's a brief stint of laughter that warms Lucifer's throat. "I don't know whether or not to take that as a compliment. But...I mean it. I trust you completely and I know I was the ass that got into this mess."

His fingers card through the man's hair softly as he thinks. "I've survived worse though," he sighs. "So you have my permission to bite, raleur."

He's so very still for a bit, relishing in the sensation of Mattheiu's hands carding through his hair and the heat of his body against soft scales. It should be strange, should be so foreign, but it strikes something deep within that he can't quite shake.

"I love you so much, darling," he whispers hot against his reaper's neck, pressing a wet kiss along the line of his pulse before sinking his fangs in. It isn't quick like before, the bite is long and drawn out and when he pulls away he catches a drop of venom on the tip of his tongue. The effect is heady and he groans low in his throat, pressing kisses to the wound as his hands run down the Mattheiu's spine to draw him closer.

It's easy enough to forget about the flash of fear that had coursed through him as much as the venom had. He nuzzles into the crux of Lucifer's shoulder, continuing the soft strokes through his hair all the while. Peaceful and comforting really.

"I--"

The words die off in the back of his throat at the sharp pain piercing into him. His fingers wind tight into Lucifer's hair as the pain ebbs away into a warmth that floods through him until nestling low in his stomach. Between it and the kisses afterwards, both are enough encouragement for the desire to rekindle. His hips rocking up against the smooth scales of the devil's tail.

"Yes darling," he breathes hot against Matthieu's neck, the words dark and filled with amusement, "use your words."

But he isn't kind enough to give his reaper the chance, however, because he coils himself tighter and tighter to hold him in place as he sneaks a hand down to wrap firmly around his length. "Just look how hard you are though..."

"I-ah..."

His eyes go wide at the heat that envelopes and the words that dare attempt leave are warped into a throaty groan as he ruts into his hand. He grips the tail that surrounds him, biting his lower lip. "Fuck."

"Really now? That does sound like a nice idea, doesn't it?" There's something predatory in his grin, and he rewards Matthieu with a graze of his teeth over his pulse as he hand lazily teases him.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it," he says, managing enough of a response between soft gasps as he's worked over. The reaper tilts his head to the side. Hopefully not to be bitten again because there's already an inferno in his blood right now and gods know if it can get worse what would happen. "Please..."

"Mm, just think about it darling," he murmurs into the hollow of Mattheiu's throat as he grins wickedly, "think of how deep I could be inside you, fucking you slow, filling you so perfectly with each cant of my hips."

His hand continues to slowly stroke the man, and he moans unabashedly against the reaper's skin, "you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

He groans again, closing his eyes as he drinks in the heated words and lets them play havoc with his imagination. The touches were torturous and this was only making them all the worse. The noises slipping out from the man echoed by him.

"I want you," he pleads, nodding. "I want you fucking me with your damn cock. Please, raleur."

"I love it when you talk like that," he groans against Mattheiu's neck. For a fraction of a second his tail constricts around the reaper tighter completely of its own regard, but he regains control a moment later and instead focuses on teasingly dragging his thumb over the head of the man's length before pulling away. "I think we might be able to work something out."

Though as eager as he is, there's still the matter of adjusting the both of them and making sure his reaper is thoroughly prepared. Fingers slip over the smooth scales of his belly, reaching down until he can take himself in hand and-

Wait.

Well.

"...darling. Mattheiu. Love of my life. I- there may be a happy little accident right now."

He grunts at the sudden constriction, slitting his eyes open to throw a half-assed glare at the man for doing such with no warning. However the coils around him relax back into the comfortable tightness from before and he's all but groaning as the stroking continues. There's a soft whimper as Lucifer pulls away but he isn't completely desperate.

"I know you do. That's why I say it," he murmurs heated into his shoulder. "Besides you give such good encouragement."

However that hesitation was a tad confusing. Then the possibility of an issue. "...I didn't think you were that quick of a shot. But what's wrong?"

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