A/N: To be frank, I had not thought I would write a second chapter on this fic, but I noticed that, when the muse hit me, it actually made a lot of sense. Now while the first chapter was all about Christian seeking help from the Devil, in this instalment it is the other way around. Beware, this chapter includes violence in form of punishment/ torture, both in pleasant and painful ways. It is all for the smut-plot though and it will have a happy ending.

This Chapter is set between Lucifer S02 E13 and E14, when Lucifer headed out of town after realizing his feelings for Chloe whilst knowing about her being created by his Father, thinking she has no choice but to be drawn towards him.Enjoy the ride!

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Sing To Me - MISSIO

Chapter 2: Receiving

It was Friday evening, all business was done for the day and finally he had time to take thorough care of his Ana. As soon as Taylor had brought her home from work, Christian had swept her off her feet and brought her to his playroom. She had been eager to try out things with him, surprising him often times with her spontaneity and dauntlessness, and other times, albeit rarely, with shyness and reluctance. More often than once, he had found himself ending up on his knees after she had teased and coaxed him with her challenging charm, and was worshipping her, not asking for anything in return but to watch her receive his prayers of lust and reverence.

Today Ana had happily indulged in being tied up on top of the bed, where he had skilfully pushed her to her release, but each time he had her by a thin thread, he brought her back down from her high with a sharp sting of the crop. And once she had a few moments to calm her aroused nerves, he would repeat the treatment, using his mouth, his fingers, a flogger, the crop or a vibrator. She received all the devices he possessed and that she enjoyed except for his cock. That was reserved for the grand finale. It was sweet torture, he was well aware, and it wasn't only hard to endure for her alone. His own arousal got painfully neglected when he was giving his full attention to her. But he loved the tormenting wait if it meant for an even greater climax, and so did she.

He had Ana writhing and begging, her body flushed and marked with faint red welts from his strikes with the crop. He was very controlled with the force, knowing that too much would ruin the fun for both of them in an instant and he was sure that he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he'd ever really hurt her and make her lose her trust in him. Dressed in his old pair of jeans he used only in this room and for this purpose, his Dom-Jeans or DJ's as he liked to think of them, he stood at the left side of the bed, watching Ana's marvellous and impeccable body twitch as he let the tails of the flogger gently run over her breasts and stomach. She loudly moaned, her skin glistening in the soft light of the room, showing what exhaustion she had went through for the last two hours. She was ready for him, more than ripe and ready for the finale taking. "Oh, Ana… I'll fuck you so good and hard you won't know if your orgasm will lead to another one or if it's just gonna be one, never ending wave of ecstasy," Christian breathed, smiling as he spotted her gasp and turn her head towards him, despite her being blindfolded and unable to look at him. Yes, she was ready and eager to receive his pulsing hardness for both their salvation.

Just as he leaned down and gave her a teasing bite on her left nipple, a noise made him freeze, his eyes immediately widening. It wasn't a mere movement outside, no crack or rumble that could have been caused from a clumsy Taylor walking around for whatever reason. No. It wasn't just a noise. It was a tune. From his piano. "What the fuck?" he muttered, and leaned back up from Ana, who had also picked up on the sound and shifted nervously in her shackles.

"Christian?! There's someone in the penthouse!" she uttered anxiously, her voice heavy from heat and still out of breath from the relentless treatment Christian had put her through.

"It's gonna be fine. Lemme just check," he appeased her, gritting his teeth. "I'll be right back." Quickly dipping down he gave her a kiss before pulling away from the bed and heading to the door.

"W-what?! You're leaving me here like this, Christian?!" Ana whisper-shouted at him, her arms and legs pulling against her restraints. Of course it was in vein. The shackles were leather padded, but the fastenings themselves were stainless steel. Even Christian couldn't make them bend with full force.

"Ana. Behave," he spoke sternly, giving her a pointed look merely out of habit. "I'll be back shortly and I want to continue where we left off, meaning I want to see you right where you are now." Upon seeing her tilt her head and lick her lips, he knew she wasn't going to further argue, for one, because she wasn't in the position to do so and for another, because there wasn't really much she could do anyway. If there was an intruder and Taylor hadn't taken care of him already, he'd himself take care of the issue and protect Ana at all costs. There was no way he'd bring her out towards a source of danger.

"Fine," she grumbled lowly. "Just don't forget me in here while you have your hero-moment." A faint smile tugged at her lip, daring and scolding and defying him in all the ways he found irresistible.

"Oh, believe me, I won't. Now be quiet, Miss Steele. I know you don't like to be gagged," Christian purred back, his velvet voice laced with seduction and dominance. When he spotted her inhale sharply, her legs twisting and trying to close over her exposed sex, he knew he had hit an arousing nerve. "Good girl." With a sly smirk, he left the room, making sure to crouch-sneak along the top ridge of his open corridor above his big living room. The tune kept on playing, touching yet dark and heavy from pain or perhaps longing, he wasn't quite sure. He didn't know the tune, but the range of emotions behind the notes were very easy for him to decipher. Hidden in the shadows, he snuck along the handrail, until reaching the edge of the stairs. Just then he peaked around the edge and down to the living room.

Although he had dimmed the penthouse's lighting, it was enough to see the man sitting at his Fazioli, and the man was not a stranger. With a heavy sigh, his muscles relaxed from the tension, and a spark of anger rose in his bowels. "Lucifer?! What the fuck?!" he called down as he made his way into his living room.

Glimpsing over his right shoulder, Lucifer smirked, but not stopped his play, his fingers virtuously tapping the keys and freeing the melody his heart felt like expressing. He took in Christian's shape as he was softly lightened from the ceilings light-panels. "Hello there, handsome," he cooed, coming to a slow ending when Christian stopped next to him with a grim expression. "Very nice interior design. Classic combined with the modern, neat and very… you," he commented, turning towards him fully.

Christian's eyes narrowed a notch, his brows coming together in a deep, confused frown. "What are you doing here?" he muttered, not responding to his out of context commentary, and looked around towards the elevator. "How the hell did you even get in here?" The elevator needed a code Lucifer couldn't possibly know. Or could he?

Snickering, although his smile didn't reach his eyes, Lucifer laid his head to the right, looking at him challengingly. "Do you really wonder, Mr. Grey?" he asked, letting the surname roll over his lips with just the right amount of charm and promise to string a hidden chord within Christian.

Swallowing involuntarily, he felt Lucifer's voice vibrate into him like he had only ever felt with the Devil. The sheer easiness of how he was able to reach his primal core was almost frightening, if it wasn't so overpoweringly arousing. "No… I suppose not," he mumbled with a short scoff. Of course the Devil had found a way inside, which made him wonder on something else. "Where's Taylor?" His voice raised alarmed. Oh God, please don't tell me you made him gay and fucked your way in here… "What did you do to him?"

"'Do to him?'" he played offended, stood up from the bench and straightened his suit jacket. "Bloody hell, that sounds like you think I merced him! Who do you think I am?!" When Christian continued to glare at him expectantly, he sighed with pursed lips. "He's down in the lobby, daydreaming on buying himself a piece of land in France for when he retires. He wants to restore an old farmhouse and keep a bunch of sheep."

"What?" Christian breathed completely stunned, but quickly pulled himself back to the main issue. "Nevermind. Forget it. Lucifer, why are you here?" he pressed on, feeling his impatience growing. After all, he had his sweet Miss Steele waiting for his return, and the prospect of both their final release was making him somewhat fidgety.

His brown eyes shimmered with intensity as he straightened himself up just a little more, feeling how his tall frame gave him an immediate, predatory boost over Christian. "I came to ask for my favour to be returned," he stated firmly, his tongue lightly running along the inside of his teeth as he took in Christian's bare chest and the way his washed-out jeans hung sinfully low on his hips.

Christian's eyes grew wide. "What? Now? You've gotta be kidding me. That's-" He shifted on his feet, hands pushing in his hips. Calming down for a more professional, flat voice, he continued, "That's impossible. I'm sorry, but you have to come back tomorrow. Then you can have whatever it is you want."

Lucifer's brows came up in surprise. He hadn't expected a turn down from his so far very trustworthy and delivering patron. "I beg your pardon?" Irritated he made a step closer, scanning his features. He could see Christian's breath quickening, his twitchy movements and shifts, his unresisting eyes. "What's wrong?"

Sighing, he licked his lips, his jaw flexing. "Lucifer. It's just a bad timing…" he gritted, giving him a pointed look.

"I don't care about a bad timing, Christian…" Lucifer purred lowly, his own breath quickening. "I want my favour. Now." His eyes lowered, roaming over the other man's lips and down over his throat and chest. His hunger had been growing over the past weeks and his usual overnighters had hardly been satisfying to his personal needs. While he enjoyed to give pleasure, he did lately feel a certain lack of his own desires being fulfilled and that accumulated, showing in extreme mood swings. Closing the gap between them, he lifted his right hand, lightly brushing his index finger along Christian's jawline, his thumb pressing probingly against the delicate swung lips.

Gasping at his touch, the connection immediately causing his body to shiver, Christian held the gaze of his dark, seductive eyes, knowing he had nowhere to run and really escape the influence of the Devil. "S-so what's the favour then?" he stuttered weakly, feeling Lucifer's aura pressing against and wrapping around him, even though all that touched him was Lucifer's hand. "What do you want?"

Staring intently at the handsome man, he could hardly contain a growl building in the back of his throat. "You," he pressed with a strained voice, thick with longing. As Christian looked back at him surprised and speechless, he swiftly took a hold onto his jaw, leaned in and let his lips hover over Christian's, sharing heated breaths. "I want you. I need to feel your hands possessively dig into my flesh, your lips to map and praise my skin and your cock to make me feel alive."

His body tensed, his jeans becoming a prison for his hardening member at the desires proclaimed to him. "You want me to... to fuck you?" His brain circuit was busy unwinding dozens of questions at once, beginning from a simple 'Why this kind of favour?' over 'Why now and not tomorrow?' all the way to 'Why do I sense something dark under that layer of carnal desire?'. Licking his lips in thought, he trembled when Lucifer dipped past his face and leaned against his ear, the heaviness of Lucifer's masculine cologne pleasantly dizzying him just like during their first meeting.

"Yes, Christian," he mouthed his name, enjoying the heat that vibrating off of him in return. "I came all this way from L.A. to Seattle for you to take care of the Devil's needs. I know you've got a certain… skill set. You showed me parts of it last time and as of late… I found myself yearning for more." He hummed, his left hand rising and teasingly tracing along Christian's bare flank, causing the muscles to twitch in excitement.

Closing his eyes, Christian put together all the willpower he could muster to refrain from moaning and made a step backwards, away from Lucifer's touch and out of his all-consuming presence. "You want me to have you my way," he spoke quietly, more as a statement than a question. He looked back at him warily and thoughtfully for a long moment, beginning to grasp what the real reason for Lucifer's show up was. He rolled a thought back and forth, weighing his options. "Wait here," he eventually ordered, his gaze determined and filled with more strength than before. He had an idea, along with several wicked thoughts on what he wanted to do with Lucifer, but first he needed a permission.

His breathing hard and ragged, Lucifer watched as Christian turned away and climbed the stairs before disappearing in a corridor. He could hear a door open and close and for several minutes there was no sound or movement whatsoever. He wasn't sure what to expect, his mind continuously wanting for troubling thoughts to emerge, but he's had enough of them for the past few days. It was time to finally have some piece of mind, to calm the storm that raged inside him. He knew alcohol, drugs and his usual sexual encounters weren't able to help him. No. They couldn't help him. They didn't know him. Couldn't handle the real him.

He should have known, that it was too good to be true that Chloe was really, truly interested in him. Of course it had been a scam from his Father. Just another stab to the guts to make him feel worthless and bleed out his hopes and desires. Everything had shattered to pieces. She didn't really like him, let alone love him. It was preposterous and the realisation of that brutally suffocated him. No. She was made to like him, to act the way she did around him, all because of his Father, the Great, Almighty Puppeteer. Anyone thinking He was a kind God was absolutely mental. He wasn't kind. Not to his own son. He was vicious and absolutely ruthless.

The sound of a door pulled him out of the dark swamp of his thoughts and a moment later, Christian looked down at him from the top of the stairs. He could see his lips twitching in a small, yet tellingly excited way and he was intrigued to find out why that was.

"Come," Christian simply spoke, his tone firm once again. He watched him with growing excitement, but tried to keep his appearance under control as best as he could. When Lucifer had reached him, he guided him along through the corridor. Stopping at the first door on the right, he turned back towards Lucifer. "The rules start as soon as you enter this room." He needed to make sure. It was a delicate situation, he was aware, and using a written contract with the Devil right now seemed utterly redundant. He needed his word, to see his eyes when he'd promise to adhere to his set of rules.

Glancing at the door and back to him, Lucifer nodded and tilted his head inquiringly. Rules were an interesting concept. Of course, he had a very special connection to rules, and often times found himself bending or breaking, rather than following them. Some rules functioned more as guidelines, others guaranteed functionality, safety and justice. Overall however, rules helped to cope. They made situations less complex by regulating importance and redirecting responsibility. And that was exactly what he needed. To be rid of all of it. "What are the rules?"

Eying him closely, Christian tried to fathom what was going on in Lucifer's mind, but found his expression to be unreadable, a strange dark shade was all he could get a glimpse of. But it was enough for him to know something was wrong. Not particularly wrong in the usual sense, but he could see the looming darkness, the dark cloud threatening ones soul that needed protection. The agreement and actions happening in his playroom provided a sanctuary for that threatened soul and he was happy to offer it to him after everything Lucifer had done for him. "You will address me as 'Sir'. Maybe, maybe, I will let you address me with my name later. You will do as I say and not defy me in any way. If at any moment I change my mind about something or want something specific from you, I will let you know. You're free to voice your arousal and pleasure through moaning and such. In fact I want you to not hold that back. I will find it pleasing to hear your genuine reactions. You will only find release, when I allow it. And you will not touch her," Christian listed up calm but firmly once again.

Her? Lucifer blinked, just then understanding why the whole back and forth from Christian had happened, and why he had been nervous and reluctant. Of course… Ana. He had interrupted them in their personal playtime and now, ironically, had demanded carnal pleasures with him. Yet, here he was and he realized Christian had talked with her about this situation, obviously having gotten her agreement. Nodding slowly at him, he found himself intrigued by the prospect of letting go, of freeing himself of thoughts and feelings, unburdening his mind from judgements and the difficulty of making decisions.

"Alright," Lucifer responded quietly, holding Christian's intense stare. He could tell, Christian was literally on the threshold between dominance and freedom, the two sides of the coin of his life, the public and private, the open and the closed Christian Grey. Having two sides of a coin was something he could relate to very well and he appreciated the trust Christian put into him to not betray either side of him.

"Promise to not touch her. That's a hard limit," Christian urged, his look filled with hope and need. Despite him trusting Lucifer, of all people, he was a creature of habit, and though they were not agreeing over a written contract, he would still insist on a spoken promise, especially things concerning Ana.

"Of course. I promise," Lucifer confirmed honestly and watched as Christian opened the door and stepped into the room. Following him quietly, he was overwhelmed from the luxurious and sensual look he was suddenly surrounded from. Every piece of furniture fit into the overall classic, dark wood and equestrian style of the room. The only rather modern designs were the honeycomb-like brass grids all semi-folded against the ceiling, except for one which was lowered down, padded with a leathern cross pattern. Further in the back and against the wall, stood a big, red padded masterbed with tall bedposts and various metallic rings attached to them, reminding him of the fastening above his own bed in L.A., - repaired again by now. On top of the bed, laid the delicate shape of Ana, her arms and legs splayed out and chained to the metallic rings to each bedpost. She was naked, her eyes covered from a red, velvet-shimmering blindfold. She looked gorgeous.

Giving Lucifer a few seconds to take in the looks of the room, he stepped in front of him slowly, his body language radiating dominance and control. "Take off your jacket an your footwear. Put it next to you on the ground."

Looking back at Christian, he quietly nodded and followed his instructions. Barefoot he noticed the dark wooden floor was warm to the touch, and the overall room temperature felt comfortably warm as well. Pleasant to be naked in, he thought as he put his pieces of clothing neatly aside on the ground, all the while never taking his eyes off of Christian's dark blue ones. He had never been in the position of a submissive before. Not truly, since his aura omitted a form of dominance that was hard to resist. So for the most part he had been the top. He also knew this wasn't really the agreement between a dom and sub, but for the time being, he wanted to indulge in the benefits, and it was of course even a win-win, since Christian would get his fun from this as well.

Turning away from Lucifer, Christian headed over to the bed. Ana's breathing had calmed down, but he knew her body was still highly aroused and it would just take him a few strokes with his fingers or a flick of his tongue to have her quaking on the edge to her orgasm once again. Letting his left hand fingertips lightly brush against her left ankle, he revelled in her sharp inhale and twitch of her body, and proceeded to run his digits tantalizingly over her sensitive skin, up her leg, over her stomach, left breast and finally to her lips. He lingered on her full lips a moment longer before he reached up and pushed the blindfold off her face, putting the soft velvet fabric aside.

Having given her back her sight, he let her spot and take in the sight of their guest standing at the entrance still, and leaned in to her wrists and ankles, one by one, releasing the shackles from the rings at the bedposts, but leaving the shackles themselves around her limbs. She quietly pulled her legs in, covering her sex, but aside from that, sat unabashed, watching Lucifer with curiosity. Looking back at Lucifer as well, Christian's lips twitched in a small smile. "Lucifer. Come here," he spoke calmly, motioning with a nod where to stand.

Lucifer's mind and body were in a silent battle. While his body was highly aroused and all of his senses took in the seductive atmosphere, his mind was fighting with recurring images of his Detective. Flashes of her face, the sound of her voice and the feel of her hands and lips weaseled their way into his consciousness and he had to physically force them away with a shake of his head. His breathing hard and uneven, he stepped towards Christian, stopping next to him, his head lowered.

Yes. Something was wrong. Very obviously. If it had been just anyone else, Christian wasn't sure he'd really cared, but he could tell the haunting demons that showed in the looks of Lucifer. He knew he was fragile, certainly not in general, but definitely right now. He was a shaky vase showing tons of cracks, threatening to cause for the precious object to shatter any moment. He had seen people collapse and break apart before, but he had no idea what to expect if that were to happen to the Devil himself. It was scary. With two small steps he closed the gap between them, his body inches from Lucifer's. He lingered calmly in his personal space while his eyes gazed at him intensively, trying to will him to look up. "Look at me," he ordered calm, but authoritatively as Lucifer didn't move.

He heard Christian's voice, muffled, but the assault of feelings rendered him motionless. The only movements were his involuntary tremors and twitches rushing through him every few seconds. He tried to break free from the figurative barbed wire that strangled his heart, but wasn't able to put up the strength.

"Lucifer. I said: look at me," Christian repeated sharply, reaching up and firmly grabbing his jaw, forcing him to look up. Licking his lips, he held Lucifer's troubled looking eyes. "I know that darkness, Lucifer. While I don't know the details, I can see that you're suffering. And I believe I know why you're here, why you came to me with your favour." At last, he could see a change in Lucifer's look, the shade of distance clearing with a flicker of hope. "Let me help you," he whispered, leaning in further and ghosting his lips over Lucifer's.

Shivering at the hot breath teasing his face and the strong fingers holding his jaw, he let out a desperate moan, leaning into the touch. With a last short dip of his head, he crushed his lips against Christian's glistening ones, hungrily licking into his mouth, groaning at the taste of him. Christian eagerly let him make the first step, let him come out of his cage at his own speed and giving him what he needed to let go of his reigns and hand them over to him. It was important to build that trust, to not rush it and only then would it be possible for Christian to fully please him, to have him be able to disconnect without worry and to simply exist in the moment.

Tasting him in return, Christian's hand brushed up into Lucifer's hair, changing the combed neatness into a wild, hot mess. Sucking and biting at his lip, he drew more moans and lower groans from the Devil, feeling his broad hands grip needily against his own bare flanks. "Yes… Yes, Lucifer. There you go. Let all the thoughts go," he breathed, fingers scraping over Lucifer's scalp. "Let me take over. Let me take the lead. I know what you need. Give me the control and I will take care of you. You know I will."

"Yes…" Lucifer mouthed in another shudder, his eyes hooded and fluttering weakly. He could feel the tension leaving him, feel as the worries were gently taken off of his shoulders, the security Christian provided, and the mutual understanding.

Gently he pulled Lucifer's face down, having his forehead rest against his own while he moved his hands to the front of Lucifer's shirt, slowly starting to unbutton it. "Good," he quietly praised him, taking in the sight of smooth, hard skin being revealed as he peeled off the expensive dress shirt and letting it fall to the floor. Tenderly, he brushed over the sculpted chest, the hard nipples and toned flanks, being rewarded with approving humms. Gracefully sinking down into a crouch, he let his lips place a trail of light kisses over Lucifer's stomach as his hands worked open the black slacks.

Observing Christian's movements, he let him do as he pleased, let him take off his slacks and guide him towards the open space in front of the bed. He stood nude and erect, watching Christian pick up the red velvet blindfold and return to him. His heart thundered and he threw the other man a worried look. "I want to see you…" he quietly protested, but didn't otherwise make a move.

"I know," Christian countered, wrapping the blindfold around Lucifer's head regardless and looped it tightly. "And you will. Eventually. First I want you to feel and hear me."

Put in the dark, Lucifer swallowed and waited. He could hear Christian move away again to his right side. He heard the sound of a cabinet door and then a metallic rustling that came closer, indicating Christian's return in front of him.

"Hold out your hands in front of you," Christian instructed, his voice darker than before and more husky from his own arousal.

He did as he was told, feeling Christian's hands put cold metal around his wrists, snapping it tight. A loud rattling rumbled above him and he immediately knew it was a chain, slung around the brassen, honeycomb-like structure at the ceiling. His wrists got lifted, there was another snap and more rattling, and suddenly his arms were swiftly pulled up high over his head.

"Do not pull at your restraints and don't ruin my interior," Christian explained, fastening the chain against one of the rings at the bedposts. "Understood?" He looked him up and down, the display of twitching muscles hypnotising as Lucifer adjusted to the position. It was one of his favourites; free-standing, hands bound, blindfolded, stretched out, accessible from all sides and angles. It elicited the most erotic reactions, with his subject of attention guessing his position, trying to gauge where Christian would be and what he'd do, and whether or not the next touch would sting, tickle, burn or soothe.

Swallowing, Lucifer nodded, feeling his arms being pulled up slightly further, stretching him out to the limit of comfort.

That was not a satisfying response and he figured he needed to give a little reminder. Stepping over to the rack on his left side, Christian picked the classical German leather crop, again, his favourite. Sharp, sturdy, smooth to the grip. Its sound connecting to skin caused a delicious high snap and its mid-sized pad was good to use on every body part. "Do you understand?" he pressed hard, slashing the crop against the back of Lucifer's right thigh, knowing how sensitive the skin was in general. The sound of the crop was as expected, loud and sharp. It would in general have been enough to send a pleasant surge straight into his cock, but now the sensation was tenfold as Lucifer's desperate grunt mixed with the sound of the crop.

The sudden slap mixed pain and pleasure into a heavy cocktail, numbing his brain and at the same time causing his hardness to bounce in excitement. Panting and whimpering at the lingering sting, Lucifer forced himself to collect his senses, remembering the rules he had agreed to. "Yes, Sir," he answered firmly, his head trying to turn towards where he heard Christian's voice come from.

"Good Devil," Christian purred approvingly, spotting how Ana threw him a curious look. He would need to take care of her first, he figured. She definitely deserved release and it would be just cruel now to deny her that, after she had been so good. But a few more minutes with Lucifer wouldn't hurt. Stalking around Lucifer's divine body, he let the crop gently brush along the strong thighs, up over the stomach and chest, and circling around him, running the pad over the top of his shoulders. He stopped, taking in the sight of the two, big, crescent scars. Probingly, he let the leather run over the marred skin.

Lucifer's body shivered heavily from the sensation and a sense of exposure and fear surged through him at the thought of the crop lashing down against his sensitive scars. "Please… don't…" he stuttered, his voice shaking along with his body again.

The response was strange. He had expected for Lucifer to enjoy the gentle caress from the firm material and not that he'd fear a lash against that area. Removing the crop from his skin, he stepped up behind him, his head dipping in to Lucifer's left ear, his chest almost touching his back. "I prefer to praise and sooth your scars, not cause them to burn with pain," Christian informed him with a hot breath, before his lips lowered to Lucifer's inviting neck. "Tell me. Is that a hard limit?" he asked, lightly licking along the smooth skin.

Lucifer moaned out loudly, the knowledge of Christian's body directly behind him and the feel of his lips and tongue tantalizing. But then he frowned beneath the blindfold, thinking on Christian's words. Was hitting his scars a hard limit? It would be painful, though that was not a reason to cross it out as a sensation to experience. He knew pain. Better than anyone else. He didn't want to be in that particular pain. But the knowledge of there being the possibility of being punished like that for a wrong behaviour was thrilling, he had to admit to himself. He'd try his best to avoid the circumstance from happening, but at the same time, he wanted the playfield to be even: Fuck up, get punished. It's a world he had lived in for millennia, albeit at the other end of the crop. Still, if anything, this was fair, because he was allowed to have a say on the limits. "No... Sir," he answered, letting his head tilt to the side to give Christian better access to his neck.

"Mmm… very well." He took a deep breath, drugging his brain with Lucifer's scent and pulled away, leaving him hanging, so to speak. Stepping around him, he returned to circling his sexual prey. He let him feel the touch of the crop again, brushing along his arms and hips and his firm, pulsing cock. Christian watched Lucifer's lips part, his breathing heavy in heat. He ran the crop up along his expanding chest and chin, making sure Lucifer wouldn't notice as he lowered down to his knees in front of him. He gave his cheek a distracting caress with the leather pad, fascinated as he saw the Devil revel in the touch and releasing a shuddering sigh. Secretly smiling, he opened his mouth, took in Lucifer's throbbing, rigid shaft as deep as he could, and sucked hard.

The darkness surrounding Lucifer was sparked with light flashing out from his cock, surging throughout his body, "Fuck! Nnggh!" He groaned and trembled, feeling Christian's warm, wet mouth tightening around him. "Oh fuck… yessss…" His head lowering in desperate surrender, he tried to buckle his hips, but already felt Christian pull away with a loud pop. "Nnggh… no… please, go one… Don't stop..."

God, he's fucking hot… And really hard to resist. Getting back up, Christian grabbed him by his jaw. "Mmm…. You liked that?" he purred and let out a light scoff. "And you already started begging. But you also wanted to impose your will on me. Well… You'll have to wait for more. I had planned on letting you watch… but now you'll only be allowed to listen."

Rasping, his body craving more of Christian's attention, Lucifer huffed and frowned. He felt Christian's hand withdraw from his face again and sighed at the loss of connection. Left with only being able to listen, he focused on his hearing, catching a shuffle of metal and sheets towards the direction of the masterbed.

Ana's eyes were blown wide with arousal. Mouth agape, she watched Christian, and although she had cooled down from her previous session with him before, seeing him with Lucifer, both men built to perfection, she found herself dripping in a rush of her own arousal. When Christian suddenly turned and stalked towards her, her insides quaked, the look in his dark eyes letting her know, it was her turn now and there was nowhere to run.

"Remember what I told you, Miss Steele?" Christian murmured in a low, seductive growl, aroused by the knowledge of Lucifer listening. Stopping in front of the bed, he pulled down the zipper of his jeans and let them drop to the ground. His lips twitched at her glance to his cock. "Yes. Exactly. Time to fuck you hard and give you your well deserved orgasm. Let's see how long we can make it last."

Intrigued, although slightly disappointed he wasn't allowed to watch, Lucifer listened closely, turned on by the other two's sounds. Ana gasped and let out the sweetest moan, rich and filled with need, before she was muffled from some kind of suction. Fuck… Is he feeding her his cock? Maybe just his fingers? He heard Christian's breath hitch. The metal rustled again and he realized it must her shackles. And then both him and Christian moaned in union and his own cock pulsed with thrill. His mouth watered, his breathing coming more and more ragged with hunger as he heard the sweet slurps and slaps from the couple, and he growled with frustration, but forced himself to not pull at his restraints. Stay calm… I can bloody do this… Like a wild bull he was teased with what he couldn't reach, on and on, but he forced himself to stay controlled, to obey and submit. It was so simple: submit and be rewarded, and meanwhile nothing else mattered. Yes… I can do this… I can be good...

Christian groaned and grunted, feeling himself finally deeply buried inside Ana's sanctuary. She felt absolutely perfect; hot, wet and tight, and every sharp thrust of his hips caused her walls to clench down on him in a short quiver, telling him just how close she was. Gripping and pinning her wrists above her head, he connected the links of her shackles, turning them into a pair of handcuffs. Holding her arms stretched out with his left hand, he used his right to come down to her clit, not stopping his relentless pace into her dripping, hungry channel. "You ready to cum for me, baby?" he panted, rutting his hips brutishly, feeling the pressure in his balls drawing together and rushing in pulses through his cock. "Come on, Ana. I want you to cum for me now." His thumb working her swollen, sensitive clit, he continued to pound her, hard and deep, and watched with dark, hungry eyes as Ana tipped over, her whole body vigorously climaxing.

Lucifer groaned in torment of his denial, listening as Christian's and Ana's bodies met with powerful blows and then Ana's cries of pleasure filled the room above all other sounds. Gasping, he bit his lip, smelling the air filled with Ana's sweet scent of her release. Whimpering, he flexed his wrists, fighting against the urge to pull and tear his restraints apart.

Of course Christian had been right: Ana simply didn't stop cumming. His merciless denial for her release showed in the most intense orgasm he's had with her since the first time he had allowed her to fully touch him. Letting go of her cuffed wrists, she reached out to his head, her fingers gripping onto his hair, pulling in ecstasy as her body continued to convulse in seemingly endless tremors of pleasure. Her sex pulled him in, tight and deep, imprisoning him and urging him on with every wave, until finally he tipped over the edge as well and came inside her with a liberating cry of her name. He shivered as he laid down on top of her, his vision slowly returning to normal. Ana panted just about as much as he did, her face deeply blushed, her fingers lightly combing through his copper tresses, making him murmur sweet praises under his breath.

Relishing in the feel of her for a minute longer, Christian eventually pulled out, but when he wanted to get up, her hand took a hold of his arm. Her eyes implored his with adoration and a little secret smirk tugged at her lips. Suddenly she leaned forward and her lips closed around his semi-hardness. His eyes fluttered close, head rolling back as her tongue worked around his girth, expertly teasing and licking him clean. Once finished, he grasped her chin, pulled her up and plunged his tongue into her hungry mouth, growling into the kiss with fervour. "What a wicked thing you are, Miss Steele. I like that," he praised with a small smirk, kissed her forehead and got up from the bed, returning his attention to Lucifer.

"How are you doing, Lucifer?" he purred, his breath still slightly ragged. Circling him, he watched the strong muscles of his back twitch when Lucifer shifted in his shackles. Oh, he wanted to taste his skin, praise every inch of it with his hands and mouth. Just a little longer and he'd allow them both to indulge in so much more pleasure.

"I'm-m… trying my best, Sir…" he responded, tilting his head towards his right, where he felt Christian's body heat close to his own. He was being honest. He wasn't particularly patient and happy with enduring the wait, but he was able to enforce the self control that was asked of him, hoping it would please Christian.

"Yes… I can see that," Christian breathed, leaning into his right ear. "You've been good and haven't pulled at the chain. Keep still, you're getting your reward." Seeing Lucifer quickly nod, he stepped over to the bedpost and unlinked the chain from the ring, guiding it back over the brassed grid at the ceiling. He carefully let it rattle to the ground and therefore removed the stretch from Lucifer's arms. Lucifer's heavy breath was thrilling to watch and it awoke memories of the last time he had put the Devil in chains and tickled the beast to come out to play. This time he'd be granted to show Lucifer how good of a top he himself was and the thought alone of being buried inside him whilst digging into flexing, hard muscles brought his cock back to life.

Taking Lucifer's wrists, he opened the shackles and threw them aside to the pile of chain next to them. He observed as Lucifer pensively licked his lips, his hands twitching at his sides. "Mmm Lucifer… Knowing how easily you could have your wicked way with me right now, is such a turn on," he moaned teasingly, enjoying how Lucifer's jaw clenched along with his fists. "Yes… I know you want me. Badly. But you behaved, because I can give it to you just as well. You know that I like to fuck hard."

"Yes…" Lucifer whispered, inhaling sharply. "I remember." Although he tried to suppress it, he didn't manage the tiny smirk to emerge at the memory of when he had asked Christian if he liked to fuck hard. Of course he had known the answer, having figured him out the moment he had walked into his club. But it was arousing to say the words and he knew it was just the same for Christian to say them right now.

He let the smirk slide, content with seeing how much Lucifer had controlled himself, given his physical position and mental condition. "Good. Now let me give you a nice treat," he mouthed quietly, leaving him standing and heading to the left of the room, stopping at a small cabinet. He attentively looked through the rows of small glass flasks and took his pick before returning to stand in front of Lucifer. Popping open the bottle, he raised it and watched the rich oil trickle over Lucifer's collarbone, tailing down over his chest and stomach.

It tickled at first, the strange, wet sensation not what Lucifer had expected as a treat. He felt how Christian shifted his position and stepped behind him, the liquid drizzling over his shoulders, his scars and down to his lower back and buttcheeks. Inhaling again, more to stay composed than anything else, he took note of the flavour in the air, heavy and sensual, causing a yearning throb in his cock. "What is that?" he curiously asked beneath his breath, and groaned when Christian's fingers dug into the top of his shoulders, still a little tense from his prior hanging position.

"Lavender, almond oil... and mint," Christian cooed against his ear, massaging the strong shoulders for a while longer. It was the perfect mixture for heating things up, quite literally. Stepping to his front, he brushed his hands over the sculpted chest and trailed his fingers down the trembling hills and valleys of Lucifer's abs. Seductively he leaned into his ear again from the front and let his right hand slip further south, gripping and wettening Lucifer's erection. "I'm sure you'll be able to feel the effects of it any second now."

His chest tightened and a shiver of goosebumps rushed over his oily skin at the sudden grip on his cock. Whimpering out in miserable despair and longing for more, his hands shot forward, holding onto Christian's hips as an anchor. Moaning and panting, he felt as the oil on his body began to warm him up, sinking into his muscles, but also into his cock. "S-sir…," he breathed, feeling his balls drawing in. It was overwhelming, mind numbing and at the same time an explosion of sensations happening to his body. He was getting hot in all ways imaginable and the built up arousal from his priorly endured teasing was reaching its limit. "Please…" He knew he could cum at any moment, just like that, if he'd allow himself to, but Christian's rules were refreshed in his mind when suddenly the other man's body withdrew from him, leaving his member rock hard and pulsing at the brink of release.

"Not yet," Christian harshly responded, watching Lucifer desperately buckle his hips. "And don't you dare to touch yourself," he added, mimicking the words Lucifer had told to him during their night together. Oh yeah, no friction for you, big boy. Crossing one arm in front of his chest, he continued to observe him, Lucifer's skin visibly heating up from the effect of the oil and increasing his sexual lust even further. Running a finger along his lips, he thought on the next stage. He knew there was more to unravel, more weight to be lifted off of Lucifer, but in order for that to happen, he'd have to get him out of his hideout, have him freely relish in the partaking of this experience. "You've told me earlier, what you want from me," pointed out, leaving it a mixture of a statement and question for him to respond to.

Slowly the pressure in his loins subsided, his imminent climax cooling off, while his body was kept in a tormenting heat. "Yes… I want you to claim me, body and soul," Lucifer uttered huskily and nervously licked his lips. "Touch me, Sir. Please. I want to feel your body against mine." Unable to be seen from Christian, Lucifer felt his eyes burning with longing and he knew his shaking voice was an indicator to his counterpart as to how desperate he really was.

That was what he had hoped for, a small wish, a tiny demand, even if he sounded utterly broken. It was a start. He didn't want for Lucifer to be submissive and a quiet, sad mess. He needed for him to be confident about what he desired, vocal about his yearnings. "Good, Lucifer. I want you vocal like this. I like your wicked mouth, telling me what you want and I want for you to express yourself, when I please you."

Swallowing, Lucifer quickly nodded. Haven't I been vocal before? he wondered, but couldn't think on it when suddenly Christian's tongue slipped into his mouth, greedily exploring him and claiming the territory in a raw, passionate battle. Groaning into the kiss, he relished in the possessive move from Christian and boldly slung his left arm around Christian's toned hips while his other reached up to hold his head close. Tracing along Christian's lower back, he pictured the man's shape beneath his fingertips, imagining his wild, dark eyes, devouring him like the sexual predator he was. "You want my wicked mouth?" he asked challengingly as he slightly leaned away, his lips twitching with new-found confidence. "Alright then. I want your wicked tongue to feast on me. Everywhere. My neck, my chest, my cock, my back and my ass." He could feel Christian's hitched breathing against his lips, clearly turned on from his response, and smiled, going on softly, "And... I will follow your order… and not cum."

Feeling Lucifer's hands tightly hold him in place caused his cock to stir in his jeans and he looked forward to be rid of them soon. Tracing his tongue against Lucifer's lips, he happily obliged to his desires, letting his mouth trail down the side of his neck, tasting the minty oil. Of course he had made sure to pick an edible oil, always expecting an encounter to involve tongue-work. Lucifer's hands changed their position to Christian's hips as he explored the Devil's skin, mapping the veins and muscles with languid, sultry strokes.

"Mmmm yessss…" Lucifer breathed half in a hiss and moan, urging Christian to go on. The warm, wet muscle trailed down in swirls, flicking over his chest and travelling down his stomach. Letting his head hang forward, he combed his fingers into Christian's soft, curly hair, wishing he could see his glorious shape kneeling down in front of him. But the mental image alone was enough make his cock harden.

The thick veins on Lucifer's cock were mouthwatering and Christian was tempted to suck him off right then and there. Instead he willed himself to tease his perfect, divine shaft with licks and sucks along its side, lightly biting into the sensitive flesh to draw out the hottest growl he's ever heard. He felt him grip into his hair and saw his chest expanding from his gasps for breath, his lips deliciously parted and too sexy to be real. Smirking he got back up and took Lucifer's hands. He guided him to the bed and placed his palms on the red mattress, making him bend forward. He looked at Ana, who had made herself comfortable resting against the headboard, and quirked a brow at her. "You wanna enjoy the show, baby? First row seat?"

As expected, because he knew she was very receptive through all her senses, especially the visual, she quickly nodded, biting her bottom lip. His cock bounced and the primal animal inside him snarled. "Stop biting that lip, Ana," he muttered dark and huskily, huffing out a heavy breath through his nose as he tried to control the urge to jump her. "It's Lucifer's turn now and if you continue to bite that lip, then I see myself forced to restrain you and fuck your mouth until you don't have the strength to even close it anymore. Understood?" He watched he release her lip in a shocked gasp, her eyes wide. She swallowed and slung her arms around her knees. When he continued to glare intensely at her, she averted her eyes and looked down over his body, her cheeks turning bright red. "Good," he commented on her creation, satisfied. Can't have her making my head and body go all crazy now. She's just so fucking tempting, not even knowing the power she has over me. Gotta keep that under control as much as I can… Wicked Miss Steele...

He focused back on Lucifer and crouched down, taking in the sight of his well shaped ass. Oh he had plans for that. Caressing over the firm cheeks, he dipped forward, running the flat of his tongue over his tight hole before poking into it. He wasn't new to the treatment, but he'd obviously never done it to a man and thus Lucifer's reaction was all the more superb.

"Oh fuck!" Lucifer gasped, clutching onto the sheets. "Mmmm yesss… I knew that tongue would be sinfully good." Rewarded with a sharp slap against his right ass cheek, he flinched forward, but found Christian following his movements and continuing his oral invasion with more vigour and passion. Grunting at the pleasant probing of his hole, he felt his eyes tingling with hellfire. It was difficult to focus on them while at the same time trying his best to not let Christian's ass-worship make him lose his Devil-marbles. Huffing, he let his head hang low, thankful for the blindfold still covering them.

Christian hummed in approval and took his time with the preparation. With a final slap and push, he shoved Lucifer onto the bed on all fours. Time for his surprise treat. Moving over to yet another one of his cabinets, he took out a curved, L-shaped toy along with a small controller. He rid himself off his DJ's, making sure Lucifer would hear the run of the zipper, and crawled onto the bed next to him. "I've got something special for you to enjoy," he breathed, kissing along the top of Lucifer shoulders. "You've sparked my curiosity last time, you know?"

"Did I now?" Smirking over his shoulder, Lucifer jested back, intrigued. "I'm bursting with curiosity…" He thought back to their first meeting, recalling the things he did to the handsome lad, but as he knew Christian had never been with another man before, it was hard to pinpoint what exactly he could mean. Was it the touching? The love balls? The feeling of being filled with cock, giving him a good, hard fuck? The denial? The powerplay? Or were it his blazing Devil eyes? Perhaps it had been the experience as a whole. Hell, he didn't know and the suspense was killing him.

"Don't burst just yet, Devil," Christian teased back with a playful tone, before turning it sultry and low. "Relax and enjoy." Running a hand over Lucifer's back, he gathered some of the warming oil and used it to coat the toy. Placing the longer side of it against Lucifer's entrance, he then pushed it it past the tight muscle with one, sharp thrust. He pushed until the toy's mushroom head pressed against the right spot, ready for action, while the shorter end of the toy pressed against the base beneath Lucifer's balls.

"Oh fuck! Thy art in heaven!" Lucifer blissfully cried out, his body trembling from the stretch and deep fill, the smooth object heavily pressing against his prostate. His jaw ripped open as he gasped for air, and his mind suddenly stumbled over what he had just cried out. Never ever had he praised his Father since his fall or used his name in any positive connotation whatsoever. It made him feel nauseous to just think about it. Thankfully Christian pushed his worrying thoughts away, filling his mind with his presence. Fingers gripping into the sheets, he felt Christian caressing his back and shoulders, until his hands took a firm hold of his jaw and made him tilt his head to the left.

"I thought you don't like talking religion during sex," Christian purred teasingly against Lucifer's lips before plunging his tongue into his mouth. Reaching for the small controller of the toy, he pressed a button and hungrily swallowed Lucifer's primal cries and growls as the toy started its pulsing and throbbing mechanism against the Devil's g-spot.

"Mmmnnghhfucckk! Mmmnnghoohfucckk! Mmmffucckk!" Lucifer grunted into Christian's mouth, feeling the toy inside him bounce and vibrate, sending his body into a sensitive overdrive. Moans mixed with desperate whimpers, his hips began buckling on their own and increase the deep sensations.

Smirking, he moved his lips to Lucifer's ear, licking along the shell and biting at his lobe. "You like that? Mmm… After those love balls you gave me, I wanted to try out some toys myself. This one's my favourite." He quietly moaned as his cock pulsed in its hardness, yearning to finally feel some real friction. With another glance at Lucifer's blindfolded gloriousness, he straightened back up, looking forward to the next stage. "Turn around and lean back on your forearms," he instructed calmly and helped him position accordingly. Climbing over him, he straddled his stomach, reaching into Lucifer's messy hair and pulling it to force him to tilt his head up. "Use those soft lips and that delicious tongue and also let me feel your hands on me." He moaned at the sight of Lucifer's open mouth and pressed his cock against it demandingly, his shaft pulsing heavily at the feel of his lips.

Lucifer gasped, feeling the silken, but firm, swollen head of Christian's erection. Without hesitation, he parted his lips wider, covered his bottom teeth with his tongue and took in the glorious endowment of him as deep as his mouth would let him. Breathing through his nose, he groaned at the feel of a rush in the cock. He yearned to look up, gaze with wide, burning eyes into the dark, stormy blue sea he remembered Christian's eyes to be, but had to stay content with his other sensory responses for the time being. Christian's fingers gripped tighter into his tresses, moving his head in a slow but firm back-and-forth motion. Through eons of practice, Lucifer adjusted quickly, his throat relaxing and taking him in, providing him a slippery, tight channel to fuck if he so wished. Adding his own rhythmic movement of sucks and swirls with his tongue, he praised the throbbing flesh with each pump into his throat, teasing and pleasing it in the ways he knew felt best.

Aside from his energetic oral treatment for Christian though, Lucifer felt how the relentless pulses from the toy inside him, pushed him closer to the point of losing his control over himself and as part of that also over his cock. He knew that he could hold himself back for quite a while, but with constant teasing, and especially with the edging he had already endured, he would eventually lose the battle against his own body.

"Oh yes. Fuck, that feels so good," Christian grunted, looking down at the Devil with wild fervor. Seeing Lucifer, obedient, cheeks flushed and his straining hard-on neglected and bouncing, gave him an immediate rush and surprisingly almost made him cum. "That's it. Suck me off, Lucifer. Then I'll take care of you."

Huffing and humming in approval of Christian's praise, he sucked him harder and with increasing speed. Content that Christian held onto his head, he used the support for his balance, to lift his hands and -just like Christian had demanded- ran his hands over the strong thighs straddling him. While Christian continued to thrust into his mouth, he Scraped his digits along the tensing muscles and up to the firm ass cheeks twitching with each roll of Christian's hips. Letting the tip of his tongue flick along the thick cock on its way in and out, he groaned in anticipation. Hearing Christian grunt and pant more rapidly, he knew he had him close and pulled away just enough to offer Christian to cum on his tongue.

"Yes… oh yes..." Christian panted in heavy rasps, gripping with one hand on his pulsing hardness, the sight of Lucifer's open mouth, waiting willingly to be filled, exactly what he needed to fall over the edge. Holding onto Lucifer's hair with his other hand and keeping his face tilted up, he groaned out in bliss as the pressure of his cum rushed through and out of his cock, shooting in deliciously thick strips on Lucifer's tongue. "Fuck, yes!"

Moaning open mouthed, Lucifer waited until the spurts on his tongue stopped before he dipped forward and took Christian's cock back into his mouth, milking the last drops of cum from him. Feeling eventually how Christian pulled away, he kept his head tilted upwards and slowly swallowed, knowing the move of his Adam's Apple would be hot to watch.

"Such a good Devil," Christian praised in shallow breathing, biting his lip and groaning at the sight of Lucifer swallowing. Guiding him to lay back, he lowered down, letting his body press down against Lucifer's, their semi and rock-hard cocks touching. Greedily Lucifer's hands dug into his back and ran down to his ass, squeezing and making him grind their hips into each other. He let him, enjoying the sight of how needy and desperate he was for the friction and a release that would bring him salvation. "Can you take just a little more? Your body looks delicious when you're trembling like this, so close to your release, all flushed and covered in sweat." He didn't wait for him to respond, but instead moved his lips to Lucifer's throat, starting to kiss and lick his glistening, heated flesh. Slowly he crawled his way downwards, torturing him with small bites at the side of his ribs and a tantalizing erotic dance of his tongue down the line of his abs until he reached the head of Lucifer's pulsing erection.

Whimpering in dire need to feel just about anything on his cock, Lucifer buckled his hips in hopes of Christian having mercy on him. "P-please… nnghh…" Lips parted, he gasped and pressed his head back, feeling a sharp bite in his groin, causing a surge to rush into his balls. "FUCK! Please… please… S-sir... " Arms reaching to his sides, he clutched the mattress, desperately trying to hold himself together as the toy inside him kept continuing its sweet torture against his prostate, fogging his mind and body in relentless pleasure, and shoving him ruthlessly towards his imminent climax.

Looking up to see Lucifer clenching jaw and whitening knuckles as they fisted into the bed's mattress, he smirked, relishing in Lucifer's delicious suffering. "Please what?" he cooed teasingly, running the tip of his tongue lightly along the mouth-watering, pulsing vein of Lucifer's shaft. The Devil wiggled and grunted, buckling his hips in frustration and need, but he didn't give his cock the attention it yearned for just yet.

He couldn't focus, couldn't control the waves of pleasure that were driving him mad on their way to his sexual delirium. Whimpering he tried to lift his head, even though he was unable to look down at Christian. "P-please let me c-cum… I c-can't an-nym-more nggh!" He could feel the pressure becoming too much, the first glistening beads slowly surfacing at the tip of his member.

Christian's breath was turning heavy with new-sparked arousal. The sight of the Devil being at his mercy was certainly a sight to behold for the rest of his life. After their last time together it had seemed much more like Lucifer was a top, through and through, and just the short moment of having him chained had showed how much power Lucifer held at bay. He was excited, thrilled even, to experience the Devil at the summit to his climax, waiting for permission to fall apart. And now, Christian was the one who couldn't wait any longer either. "Cum for me, Lucifer," he mouthed licking along his throbbing cock and quickly taking him into the warm, wet confines of his mouth, giving him a salvaging, hard suck.

And watching Lucifer climax was truly like watching a miracle take place. Back arching, his head pressing down, Lucifer's whole body tensed in fascinating spasms. His jaw dropped as a liberating, wild cry erupted from his lungs and he clawed on the mattress, rocking his hips. The cock in Christian's mouth pulsed in its trembling release, shooting and coating his tongue with warm, salty cum. It was delicious, just like he imagined it to be. Swallowing the Devil's nectar, he pulled away, silently watching as Lucifer continued to shiver in his afterglow, whimpering and sobbing from his powerful release. He could understand the sensation. It had been a massive built up orgasm for about an hour he figured, and a release, once brought to the brink of insanity, was overwhelming for all the senses to say the least. And that was not even including the issues Lucifer had obviously been carrying around on his heart when he had come to him. He knew what Lucifer needed now was more of the right treatment, a change of pace, pressure and tone.

Reaching for the small device, he pressed the button and turned off the toy, before carefully but swiftly removing it from Lucifer and putting it aside. Lucifer's only change in reaction was a short groan, followed by continuous small trembles, his fingers still tightly clutching the mattress. "Ana," he breathed quietly, looking over at her. She had taken herself one of the dark red blankets and wrapped herself up in it. The lack of movement and direct physical stimuli had probably cooled her down too much to be comfortable sitting naked. He didn't like what he had to say, but he hoped she understood it wasn't because of her. "I'm sorry, baby. Would you please be so kind and give us some time alone? I promise I'll get back to you tomorrow."

She tightened the blanket around herself and slowly crawled her way up to his side, looking at Lucifer and then back up at him with soft, big eyes. Reaching up, she caressed his stubbly cheek, her thumb tracing tenderly along his bottom lip. "I'll see you tomorrow," she mouthed in their shared breath before pecking his lips.

Yes, she was magnificent. They fit so perfectly together, the way he could read her body's desires just like she could read his troubles and understood them. She knew he didn't lie to her. He wanted to make it up to her, but now he needed to be alone with the Devil. He watched her leave with an amusingly tempting sway of her hips before focussing his attention back on the Devil. Lowering down at his side, he propped up on his elbow and rested his head in his palm, using his free fingers to trace along Lucifer's tensed, right arm. "Hey…" he whispered, brushing his fingers to meet Lucifer's and gently prying them open from their clutch onto the bed.

Lucifer clenched his jaw, the soft touch against his arm and hand, the tender voice of Christian, feeling wrong. He wanted to be scraped off of all the pain, preferably with a different, physical pain. One that could slice into his flesh and bones, but he knew that wasn't possible. Ironically so, that only worked with the Detective around. With a low groan, he pushed himself onto his left side, with his back turned towards Christian, and wallowed in the dark shelter of the blindfold.

He didn't know what to say. What to do. Coming to Christian, he had known what he wanted. What he needed. Emptying himself figuratively and literally, hallowing himself to not feel at all or at least feel something different. Usually that worked for a short amount of time with a respectable amount of alcohol and high class drugs worth of several thousand dollars, but he had been through that already. His escape hadn't worked. Christian's provision for a different kind of distraction had only worked for the time being, but it wasn't enough. His mind was already wandering again, back to the Detective, her honey blonde hair, her wide, caring eyes and her big, far too generous heart. That's when he hated his own divine body and ingrained stamina. The fast and easy return to his senses, to his own suffering.

Christian frowned. Lucifer's reaction was concerning, but not an unknown behaviour to him. He could see the pain that was eating away inside of Lucifer's chest, his soul. He knew of the suffering, the torment of the own mind, the doubts and also the anger against oneself for not being able to cope any better. "Don't," Christian commented softly and fumbled open the knot from the blindfold. Pulling the fabric away, he scooped closer to him until he lightly pressed against Lucifer's body with his own, spooning him.

The withdraw of the blindfold was like an intrusion to his privacy, a lethal stab to his solitary bubble of darkness and self-pity. The dim light of the room wasn't able to sooth his disgruntlement. "Don't what?" he muttered huskily, hating that his voice was so fragile, and turned his face further into the mattress as if to retreat into a new shelter.

"Don't pull away from me and hide. Don't continue to swallow the pain," Christian stated, lightly squeezing Lucifer's biceps. When Lucifer stayed quiet and merely continued to shiver and breathe, he pushed himself up and firmly shoved Lucifer to roll onto his back again. The Devil didn't fight back. Met with a pair of soft, orangey glowing embers, Christian let out a quiet sigh. He wondered if Lucifer was even aware of their hellish state, if he could feel their warmth and power, while he was this distant and detached. Making sure his expression was firm and determined, he held his gaze. "This is about that detective, isn't it?"

Clenching his jaw Lucifer refused to answer, for one because he didn't trust his voice to come out even more miserable than before, and for another because the mere mention of Chloe felt like he was choked with barbed wire.

The reaction however was answer enough for Christian. It had been his first guess when he had talked with Lucifer at his piano. Something about his Detective. It was always about the heart. The only thing that touched them both. "You came to me for a special favour and that wasn't to just fuck you. You came all this way... to me… away from L.A…. away from her. So: Don't. Hide."

Stubbornness and anger flashed through him, the cornered animal lashing out in self defence and fear. The orange hue blazed alive with stormy reds and shimmering yellows, devouring the small blacks. Raising his upper body to sit up and properly intimidate Christian with his hellish glare, he growled in a low tone not from this world. "You hold no power over me, human!" What he didn't expect however was that Christian didn't even flinch. Instead, he saw his eyes narrow, the quiet sea of his blue eyes, darkening.

"Turn around," Christian uttered dangerously calm. His breathing controlled and flat, he held Lucifer's furious glare, his posture straightening and making him tower over the Devil challengingly. When Lucifer didn't react, he reached for the leather crop. "I said: turn around," he repeated, harder, the sea turning as deep and cold as the Mariana Trench.

Christian's reaction was irritating, his opposition able to crawl under Lucifer's skin and make him move subconsciously. He turned, somewhat reluctantly, his fiery eyes glancing to the crop. He wasn't afraid of it. At all. In fact, he was close to mocking Christian's attempts of intimidating him with the use of a small stick against his divine body. At the sudden pressure on his legs, he let out a grunt, feeling himself pinned in between Christian's knees as he straddled above him.

He didn't enjoy it. There had been a time where he relished in what he was about to do, but for a particular reason - to punish his own mother in the image of women he dominated when they were most vulnerable and giving him everything he wanted. He braced himself, reminding himself that this was different. It served a higher purpose, for Lucifer, even though it was still cruel. Tightening the grip on the crop's handle, he felt the leather warm up in his hold, smooth and soft. It was something Lucifer was not going to feel. Lunging out wide, he sent the crop down in a forceful blow, the leather pad not slapping but lashing over the left and right crescent scars on Lucifer's back.

Eyes tearing open in shock, Lucifer's lungs pressed out the immeasurable pain in a harrowing, tormented scream. His mind and body otherwise paralysed, he rasped for air as if it could soothe the stinging in his back. He grunted and whimpered, the sharp pain starting to turn into a tingling, hot burn.

Christian swallowed at the sound of Lucifer's scream echoing through the room. He preferred the room to be filled with sounds of pleasure. He preferred to bring Lucifer pleasure. But he needed to break through his walls first. "Let it out," he ordered calmly, not specifying what he meant. It was redundant. Either Lucifer would know immediately or it would dawn on him soon.

Lucifer clenched his teeth together in attempts to control his body, but it was difficult. Small tremors shook through him, twitching through his muscles in a mixture of pain, anxiety and anger. Christian's words reached him, but his mind couldn't make any sense of it.

Both, the marred as well as the impeccable skin in between the scars, slowly started to show a thin, bright pink line. "Let it out," he repeated and lunged out. He slashed the crop down a second time, this time altering the direction of the strike and going from right to left in a diagonal line.

The second hit felt different, less of a surprise, but it was stinging sharper with a spreading rush going through all of his back. Groaning, Lucifer bared his teeth, forcing himself to not cry out again, but at the third slash a betraying whimper escaped him.

"Let it out, Lucifer," Christian once again ordered, his breathing starting to grow heavier. He wasn't just hitting hard, he used as much force as he actually could. But it was more the psychological stress that was exhausting: Withstanding the urge to hold and kiss Lucifer and instead push himself to hurt him where he was most vulnerable - or at least second in line, right after his heart. He sent the crop down again and again, each time repeating his order and each time he could see and hear Lucifer's protective walls crumbling further. With every slash over the sensitive scars, Lucifer groaned and eventually, on the 13th hit, Christian could hear him sob. He stopped immediately, quietly panting, and waited.

The physical pain mixed with the pain of Lucifer's aching heart, becoming all a blur as to where it came from. And then the pain triggered a flash of images and sounds in his mind's eye.

The most lovely chuckle he's ever heard. Sweet curved lips. Peachy-pink. Smiling. Touching his own. Kissing. Tender and gently. Warm, bright blue eyes, shining with adoration and hope as they look up at him. His heart thunders. She feels for him. He can see it in those beautiful eyes. It's like magic. And for the first time in his existence he feels hope for himself. Hope for love. For salvation. For being deserving of it.

But then the images cracked along with his heart and burning tears trickled over his cheeks into the mattress. "It's not real…" he muttered, releasing a shuddering sob, feeling as her loving expression, the divine feel of her lips and the redeeming touch of her hands all bleed out of him at the realisation. "It's n-not… real," he pressed out through clenched teeth, shaking violently. It weren't her true feelings. They weren't genuine. Not free. They were planted. Pre-designed. "He made her," he whimpered, his tone tainted with despair and anger. "He put her in my path. He KNEW that I would lov-" He let out a miserable laugh, the disdain for his Father mixing into the whirlwind of cataclysmic emotions. "He made her, so that I would be drawn to her, knowing that she would-" He swallowed, biting back the words along with the pain they brought.

Christian listened and tried to make sense of Lucifer's rambling. When Lucifer suddenly fell silent again, he climbed off of him and leaned down to comb his fingers into his dark hair. "That she would what?" he whispered, not yet sure what exactly he was talking about despite his Detective.

Despite him trying hard to keep from falling apart, the soft touch and Christian's caring voice were enough to make his attempts to shield himself crumble. "She would be terrified if she knew about me. If she really knew," he quietly cried, squeezing his eyes forcefully shut to stop the onslaught of tears from spilling. "She would scream in terror if she saw me for who… for what I am." Swallowing against the lump in his throat, he moved his arms to cover his head, burying himself deeper in the darkness his cavern provided.

So that was it, Christian thought. That was the pain Lucifer had carried along with him and why he had ended up at his place. He understood. Hiding the darkest part about oneself, scared that if the loved one would find out, she would run away. But somehow, ironically, miracles happened. Ana didn't run screaming for the hills. Well, she did. But he had kept fighting for her and against his demons, and he had won the fight. "It doesn't have to be like that," he stated softly, continuing to caress through Lucifer's hair at the back of his head. "Yes. You're the Devil," he states carefully, licking his dried lips. "But I'm here, aren't I?"

"You don't understand," Lucifer muttered bitterly between his sobs. "She can't love me. No one can love the Devil." It was his fate. The moment his devilish side would come to to the surface, she would scream in soul crunching horror, terrified from his looks and what humanities religions said about him. The Archfiend. Satan. King of Hell and Prince of Lies. The source of all evil. No, she would never be able to love him.

Christian frowned. Lucifer was writhing in his own self loathing and misery. This wasn't going to help at all and it also wouldn't bring him any piece of mind. In fact, it would only be a downwards spiral and he couldn't even quite fathom to what kind of final abyss that spiral would lead. "No. I refuse to believe that," he countered, his tone firm but still warm.

Huffing, Lucifer shook his head. "Then you're a fool." How was he refusing to believe this obvious truth? This reality? Of course a mere human couldn't understand the full spectrum of what it meant to be a celestial being, let alone the Devil.

"I'm not the fool here," he pointed out confidently, brushing away Lucifer's dark mood with a small smile on his lips. "Ever since I met Ana, my life is changing so much, so rapidly. And since I met you, I've got a faith that I haven't had before. Not in God. But in the good that can continue to happen to me. That things will work out, when I take care of them, when I open up to the people close to me. I met the Devil who helped me and now I'm a changed man." Putting the crop aside, he gently took a hold on Lucifer's arms and pulled, urging him to turn around. Thankfully, although reluctantly, Lucifer complied and sat up, facing him. His tormented blazing eyes cooled down to their natural brown and lowered, avoiding to look at him. "You came to me for various reasons," he stated, lifting Lucifer's chin to force him to look up again. Slowly the soft browns gazed up, tormented. "You're in pain and you don't want to feel it anymore. At the same time, you think you deserve punishment. And you want to forget everything, even if it's just for a moment. I can give you all of those things. But ultimately, you will have to make a decision on what you want to do next."

He was right, but no matter how much Lucifer hated to admit that, he wasn't going to lie about Christian's correct assumptions either. He wanted all of these things. Forget about his Father. Forget about Chloe, if just for this one night. He wanted to feel empty and at the same time filled with whatever other feeling that could numb his mind and heart. "Help me," he whispered over trembling lips. His hand reached for Christian's right wrist and guided his fingers to slip around his throat. Slowly he lowered back down on the mattress. "Use me. Whatever it takes. Just make me forget. Make me feel something else."

It wasn't just a plea, Christian could tell. He was begging. That's how desperate the Devil was. Putting his left hand next to Lucifer's head, he leaned further above him, pushing his knees beneath Lucifer and lifting his lap to rest against his own. He could feel Lucifer's throat pulsing, his muscles twitching beneath his palm. His cock stirred back to life, resting in Lucifer's crotch. "I will," he answered and, although he wasn't saying it out loud, it was a promise. Releasing his fingers from the strong throat, he pressed his three middle digits past Lucifer's lips, stroking over his tongue. Holding the expectant gaze of him, he pulled the glistening fingers back and slowly pressed them against the soft rosy, puckered entrance. He was surprised to find that Lucifer wasn't tensed up. Quickly lubed, he positioned his cock and returned his hand to Lucifer's throat. "Is this what you want it?" he mouthed hotly, feeling Lucifer swallow before he nodded. "Good." Stormy blues held chocolate browns in a captivated stare while he buckled his hip in a sharp and powerful thrust.

The penetration was fast, hard and deep and caused his whole body to convulse in a sweet mix of pleasure and pain. His jaw tensed, he released a rumbling groan, his vision jittering with white and black dots. "OH FUCK, YES!" he choked out in heated lechery, his hands feverishly darting out to grip Christian's arm and the back of his neck, pulling him close. He was letting go on his reigns again, happily passing them over into Christian's dominant, strong hands. He could tell Christian would give him everything he needed, everything he could give, without a doubt.

Leaning in even further, Christian rested his forehead against Lucifer's, sharing his breath as he pulled back and thrust back in, savouring the delicious cries and groans Lucifer made. "You like that, hm?" he uttered in a hushed tone, intimate and sultry. "Ain't the real thing so much better than a toy?" Groaning in union, he fell into a quick, harsh pace, enjoying the pressure and tightness of Lucifer around him.

He could feel the ache in his heart and mind lessen within moments, the brute thrusts and dominant yet passionate treatment exactly what he needed. It had helped to let go of the pressure, to share his pain and let Christian know of his torment, even though the handsome man most likely didn't understand half of his sobbing revelation. But it seemed the saying was true: A sorrow shared is a sorrow halved. At least he could share it with a person that knew about his true nature and wasn't running off screaming. "Yes…" he moaned, licking along Christian's bottom lip before sucking it and nipping it with a growl. "I quite like the real thing. You feel so fucking good."

Smirking at Lucifer's ardent response, physically and vocally, he ground his hips hard against him, pressing in just a bit deeper. His cock stirred with a thrilling rush, twitching and pulsing. Both their long stretched groans mixed and amplified and Christian felt his arousal rising all the more, the sound of the Devil in pleasure, the most thrilling and divine thing he's ever heard. Spurred on, he thrusted in an unforgiving, hard pace with a merciless and precise aim against Lucifer's prostate. He wanted to see him fall apart, explode in a sea of carnal lust and feel as he would claw at him for support.

"Holy shit, you're even better than I thought, nnghh!" Lucifer exclaimed, surprised to feel another orgasm quickly building up inside him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me, yes!" he chanted in rhythm with Christian's pounding, digging his fingers passionately into his strong chest.

It was still something very special for Christian to have his chest touched. Ana and Lucifer were by far the only ones whom he allowed to do that. The connection still caused shivers down his spine, but over the last weeks this intimate touch had shifted in its association from childhood trauma and its fears, over to something very pleasing. He was overwhelmed when he had finally understood how good it felt to have Ana be able to show her desire and appreciation for him by clutching onto him and have her nails scrape into his skin as he connected with her deeper than he had ever done before. And now, with Lucifer, he could relish in this feeling as well, enjoying how Lucifer held onto him in pure ecstasy. "Thank you for the compliment. Oh, this is going to be interesting," he panted, a small wicked smile tugging at his lips. "How often do you think I can make you cum?"

"That depends- ngh! -How long do you think you can fuck me this good, Sir?" Lucifer quipped back, his back arching in pleasure, his head tilting to his left side.

He took note that Lucifer continued to address him as instructed and quickly used the given access to attack his throat with his mouth, moving his hand to grip into Lucifer's hair instead. Biting, sucking and growling against the flesh in his mouth, Christian moved his other hand to wrap around Lucifer's throbbing erection, pumping it hard with each of his thrusts. "Until you pass out," he promised in another hot gasp, feeling Lucifer's cock harden in his grip. Pulling at the fistful of hair in his other hand, he licked along Lucifer's carotid until he bit in his earlobe. "Now cum for me again."

Christian was good. So very fucking good, Lucifer's mind rang in a happy delirium as it tried to cope with all the sensations Christian put him through. Rasping he shifted his limbs, the heel of his feet digging into Christian's buttocks, his hands reaching up to frame Christian's face and have it lean against him. Each thrust caused his balls to bounce against Christian's hand that kept jerking him hard and with a last slam against his prostate, he fell apart. Convulsing in heavy spasms, his legs pulled Christian closer, pressing his cock as deep as possible inside as his own shaft released its hot load. Crying out, vaguely noticing it wasn't in English, he climaxed on his stomach and chest again and again, each thrust from Christian urging another shot to erupt until his orgasm subsided.

Shuddering in the afterglow of his release, he felt the steady rhythm of Christian's thrusts slowing down to a gentle grind. Big dark blue eyes stared down at him, filled with awe and curiosity. A warm, wet tongue snaked into his panting mouth, savouring his breaths and stroking against his own tongue fervently. He could tell there was more hunger in Christian, cautiously sealed with patience and self-control for the time being, giving him time to gather his senses again.

Pulling away from his mouth, Christian released Lucifer's shaft and placed his right arm next to his head as well. Looking down at him, he pursed his lips. "What was that?" he whispered, taking in Lucifer's glorious post-orgasm-face. Spotting Lucifer blink and frown in a moment of confusion, he clarified his question, while continuing to slowly rock in and out of him. "What you just said. It was in another language."

Humming and quietly moaning from the ongoing pleasure, Lucifer closed his eyes. "Mmmm... " But upon recalling his words and the language he spoke them in, he pushed himself up in a startle, shoved Christian onto his back with a grunt and effectively straddled him on top. "Fuck!" he hissed angrily.

"Ngh!" Surprised about the sudden position-flip, Christian held onto Lucifer's flanks, watching in delight how the Devil's front glistened from his release. "That's what you were saying?" he asked, intrigued. "Sounded a bit longer than just 'Fuck'-"

"No it wasn't," Lucifer muttered, rolling his hips on top of Christian. He was grumpy and flustered about what he had cried out, and he didn't enjoy Christian's sudden curiosity about it.

But Lucifer's short response only sparked his interest further. "You haven't answered my initial question though." he pointed out calm but firmly. "What was that language and what did you say?" He squeezed Lucifer's hips, forcing him to a halt in his movements. But the Devil stayed quiet, averting his eyes. "Do not defy me, Lucifer. Answer," Christian warned, his tone hard and dominant.

Blinking, Lucifer looked at him, hesitant and with restraint. Averting his eyes again, he sighed, grinding his teeth and mumbling under his breath. "Enochian… Angel language," he grumbled. "I said… 'Thy kingdom come'..." he cringed, embarrassed. "Now can we just forget about it, please?"

Lips twitching in amusement, Christian arched a brow. "Again with the religion? You should practise what you preach, Lucifer." Pushing himself to sit up, he held Lucifer in his lap, still buried deep inside of him. Dipping forward he started to clean up the mess he had caused on the angelic chest and licked him clean as far down the stomach as he could reach.

"Very funn-nnuugh!" Lucifer half muttered and moaned, arms slinging reflexively around Christian's torso. The thoughts about his involuntary religious outcry to his Father were quickly forgotten when he felt Christian's tongue lap over his skin. "Mmm, that's nice..." Purring, his eyes fluttering close in enjoyment, he returned to slowly roll his hips.

Once licked as clean as he could, Christian loosed the hold so that Lucifer could lean slightly backwards, thus making the penetration deeper and hit against his special spot again. Soaking up both their cries of pleasure and growing carnal ecstasy, Christian met Lucifer's rolling hips with his own thrusts upwards. Gasping, feeling the approach of his own orgasm, he gripped Lucifer's ass, supporting his grinds in a feverish rhythm, growing faster and more erratic. With quiet, panting praises, he climbed up the spiralling ladder of lust, his mouth seeking out Lucifer's skin again, worshipping the side of his throat with kisses, licks and hungry bites.

Panting and covered in sweat from their joined efforts, Lucifer pulled Christian's face up and claimed his mouth in a wild kiss. Growling and snarling, he battled him with teeth and tongue, savouring his taste. "You're close, aren't you?" Lucifer breathed into his mouth, the sexually charged air between them hot and steamy.

"Yes," he groan, the pressure in his loins gaining a boost, solely from Lucifer's sinfully sexual voice. "FUCK! You feel so good!" He felt Lucifer's fingers comb into his hair, gripping a fistful and tugging, causing a pleasant sting along his scalp and another rush of pleasure into his loins. Trembling, his release so close, the topple over the edge already in reach, he slung his arms tightly around Lucifer's torso, fingers digging into strong shoulders. Roughly he pulled him down to meet his thrusts with more force and at last he exploded. The world around him stood still, his groans and blissful cries just a dull thrum in his ears as he pound home and emptied himself in Lucifer's tight, warm ass.

Fingers continued to scrape along his scalp and moved further down. Along his jaw, over his lips and then he lazily travelled them down his throat and chest. Humming in approval of the soft touch, Christian blinked in a daze, the glorious shape of the Devil slowly coming to focus in his vision again. Soft brown eyes looked at him with appreciation and gratitude, making him wonder what was going on in Lucifer's mind. "What?" he asked quietly, caressing over the marred skin on Lucifer's back.

He sheepishly smirked down at him, nipping at his lips. "Much better than the toy," he purred and groaned at the caress over his scars. "Mmmm… I wonder… I bet you could make me cum by just touching them." He chuckled and lightly shook his head, his eyes hooded. "But I prefer for that big, hard cock of yours to do the trick."

"Tell me, you very needy Devil. How's your stamina holding up?" Christian asked, continuing to slowly thrust his hips up in rolling motions. He was amazed to find his own carnal lust still not satisfied, despite the several hours of playtime and sex with Ana and Lucifer. He still felt very energized. The only thing he felt lacking was water. His throat felt dry and sore from all the groaning and the physical activity and he wondered how Lucifer was feeling. Had it been a too wild promise he had made to him, to fuck him until Lucifer would pass out? He hoped not.

"Are you at the end of your human stamina... Sir?" he quipped teasingly, barely remembering to add the title to address him according to the rules. Receiving a challenging arched brow and dark glance from Christian, he doubled down and instead answered his question. "I'm not exhausted yet. My body can take several more rounds."

"Several more rounds? Is that so?" Christian asked, looking at him challengingly once again. "I think that calls for a change of strategy then." Pulling out and scooting off the bed he pointed for Lucifer to stay put. "Keep that load of mine inside of you." Watching Lucifer silently nod, he walked his way to a cabinet to the right. Swinging open its door, he took out a water bottle and refreshed himself drinking half of its content. Immediately he felt his senses clear and his body energize again and he knew he would need it for what he was about to do.

Lucifer observed him closely, curious about what Christian had meant with changing his strategy. At least it sounded like Christian tried to stay true to his word, which was admirable, but he wondered, how he would go on about it. As Christian returned he felt his presence had turned much more dominant again, filled with endless lust, but at the same time a thrilling mercilessness.

"Come to the edge of the bed on all fours," Christian commanded, his voice laced with a predatory calmness. When Lucifer did as being told, he reached over on the bed and grabbed two leather padded shackles Ana had put down. Tightly cuffing Lucifer's wrists and clipping them together with the carbines, he stepped away from the bed, knowing Lucifer's eyes would stay on him, pensively watching and wondering what he'd do next. It was all part of the thrill, making him see and imagine, before changing the game again for him. Stepping up to a rack in the right front corner of the room, he looked at the various floggers neatly hung up in display. They were of different materials, ranging from soft horse hair, over various types of leather with different structures and knottings, to thin steel chains. For the purpose he had in mind, he picked the brown suede flogger, inhaling deeply as his fingers wrapped around the smooth cherrywood handle. Returning to the bed, he dropped the flogger next to Lucifer and reached for the velvet blindfold.

Lucifer's eyes shot to the flogger, spotting it's soft suede design and wondered about it's feeling. He could smell the leather, but the inexperience about how Christian intended to use the object gave him chills. When Christian held the blindfold in front of him, he looked up, protesting, but Christian's stern expression didn't waver and without another word, slid the smooth fabric over his head, covering his eyes. He felt Christian's arms move behind his head and with a couple of pulls, the blindfold was tightly knotted, securely darkening his vision. Expectantly, he waited.

Reaching for the flogger, Christian lifted it next to Lucifer's head, letting the soft suede strips brush against his collar and neck. Watching Lucifer twitch his head and gasp caused his cock to throb with the desire to sink back into the Devil's fine ass. He secretly smiled at Lucifer's response and moved the stripd to brush further around Lucifer's neck, watching him fascinated as he tilted towards the side with a moan, offering more access to the area. Instead of letting him indulge further, he leaned down next to Lucifer's ear, whispering. "Turn around and kneel at the edge of the bed. You're not allowed to touch yourself. But from now on, you will address me by my name."

He got goosebumps all over, feeling Christian's breath and voice vibrate into him. Turning around he felt with his feet for the edge of the bed and sat upright, his bound hands resting on his thighs. He was careful not to touch his cock, knowing Christian would most likely notice. Pensively he waited until something soft and ticklish touched his hands and brushed over his thighs and up his arms. It was the flogger again, he realized, and groaned when the strips fell over the top of his shoulder and dangled over his shoulder blade. His breathing became heavier, his mind racing, wondering if Christian was going to hit him again on his scars or if he'd do something else.

The twitches and laboured breathing were beautiful to observe. He let the flogger continue to brush over Lucifer's shoulder blades down to his lower back, his ass and the sole of his feet. Reaching back he let the flogger hit his right ass cheek, firmly enough to make it sting. "Lean forward. Ass up," he ordered simultaneously to his hit, watching Lucifer flinch forward with a sharp, surprised groan. After a moment of trembling, Lucifer complied and adjusted his position, lowering on his arms, and arching his back to lift his ass. "Mmm… such a nice display," he purred, caressing over the left cheek with his palm and giving Lucifer a different kind of sensation. Making a step closer, he guided his cock between the firm globes, watching the tiniest bit of his prior release coat his shaft. "Don't pull away," he whispered, placing his hand on Lucifer's hip. Positioning his tip at the tight ring muscle, he thrusted inside hard in one go, while at the same time he whipped the flogger lightly across Lucifer's arched back.

He had expected Christian's thrust, but he hadn't thought he'd use the flogger at the same time on him, and across his scars. The penetration was powerful and deep, slightly more painful than pleasant, but just the right mix to arouse him more for the coming thrusts. In connection with the feel of the strips though, the whole experience was different. His mind didn't know whether to decipher it as a pain or pleasure, but his body reacted on its own: His muscles tensed, his cock bounced and hardened and his lungs released a guttural groan mixed with a growl. He forced himself to not flinch away from Christian, but couldn't stop himself from squeezing around the pulsing hardness filling him. Teeth bared, he huffed, his fingers clutching awkwardly at the mattress, his arms unable to do anything else but hold up his weight. His back tingled along the trail of the strike, but there was no lasting sting or burning like from the hits with the crop Christian had done earlier.

"Fuck, yes... " Christian moaned, Lucifer's tightness clenching down on him so good, it momentarily took his breath away. Gathering his bearings, he gripped the hip harder and started slamming in and out of Lucifer in a brute pace. His previous release now provided a wonderful lubricant, quickly accompanying his pounding with slurpy slapping sounds, an unmatched turn on on its own. Again he rose the flogger, eyes darkening. Keeping Lucifer in the unknown he let it dance over his back in soft swirls. Then, giving him no time to prepare, he thrusted hard, lifted the tool and sent it down in a sharp slash. The second he hit and hearing Lucifer's cry, he pulled out, leaned down and licked along the lines of his slash.

The sensations were all mind numbing and sexually maddening at the same time. While he cried out in pain at the cruel slash, he whimpered and moaned at the feel of Christian's tongue attending the stinging, marred skin. And he hadn't seen it all coming. The tickling of the tips of the floggers' strips had been a nice distraction, but had made him unprepared, causing his senses to react even more heightened. "F-f-fuc-ck! Ngghh! Oh f-fuck… p-please… oh f-fuc-ck..."

Breathing against the glistening skin, Christian kissed the light marks that began to show. "Please what?" he mouthed, stroking the tip of his tongue further along the lines. "Hm? What is it? Do you want me to stop?" Leaning up again, he let the flogger's straps caress along Lucifer's flanks, watching him tremble and groan. "Or do you want me to do it again?"

He tried to think. Hard. Panting, his body and mind were in a limbo of pleasure and pain, unable to focus on one of them. Instead, he let go of the need to understand and let his body guide his actions. Shifting slightly backwards, he felt Christian's erection. Tilting his head to speak over his shoulder, though unable to see, he breathed shallowly, "Again."

That's what he had expected to hear. Still, the sounds of Lucifer and the sight of him, tied up, panting, ass needily pushing towards him, his muscles trembling in excitement and his cock bouncing below - they were like a wonderfully composed symphony, one that he contributed the last missing tunes for. "That's what I like to hear," he purred with a smirk, and with a quick buckle of his hips, thrusted back into him, returning to a hard, fast pounding. He alternated his angles and used his free hand to caress over his back and flanks, mixing in between the tickling touch of the flogger dangling over his skin and giving short, light flicks of it against changing locations, keeping all of his treatments unpredictable. And to add to all of that, he also changed up the speed of his thrusts, sometimes going fast and other times teasingly slow.

Lucifer was groaning, whimpering, screaming and panting in the crazy limbo Christian put him through and he was slowly but surely losing his mind. Not only that. He was pushed to another orgasm along with each treatment Christian used on him. His balls had already drawn up tightly, his shaft bouncing against his stomach with each of Christian's blows. "Nnghh… I'm… I'm close… Yes… nghh… please don't stop…"

While Christian's procedure also was very arousing for himself, he focused for it to be mainly aiming about Lucifer's libido. After all, he did have a certain goal. "You're not allowed to cum yet, Lucifer," he reminded him as he slowed down his thrusts into long, languid strokes. He could hear Lucifer sigh and whimper in frustration, his head dipping down to the mattress.

But the build up was threatening to make him explode. The slow grind of Christian were droplets of oil to his burning lust and approaching orgasm and he wasn't quite sure anymore, if he'd have to mental focus to prolong his release. "N-no… please… I… I have t-to… Please let m-me… nghh…" he muttered in sweet delirium, his body feeling under a million bar pressure, ready to explode any second.

He knew the game he was playing very well. He knew how denial worked on the body and mind, and it asked a lot of sure instinct. It was important he would notice not only the big signs, but also the small ones, the change in Lucifer's voice, his breathing, his trembling muscles. It was good Lucifer was willingly giving him all the control. That way, he could please him to the brink of losing his mind and absolute exhaustion, which was exactly what he aimed for.

It was when he spotted Lucifer's fingers shake and cramp, that he immediately pulled out and stopped his treatments altogether. Calming his breathing he watched Lucifer pant heavily at the brink of his orgasm. But he had not tipped over.

"N-no! Please don't stop! W-why are you s-stopping? Please, Christian!" Lucifer stuttered and whined, turning his head and wishing he could look back at him. The boiling ecstasy inside him, just at the threshold of spilling over, was forcefully cooling down. He listened for Christian, but he didn't respond. After a minute cooldown though, he felt his broad hand on his hips again and a second later he was overwhelmed with a new wave of pleasure and pain, feeling both Christian's large cock slide back into him as well as the powerful slash of the flogger. His balls contracted painfully, his prostate hit just the right way again and again, while the sharp sting on his scars turned into a warm, tingling sensation that brought him to tears. "Y-yesss.. f-fuck… please… oh yesss… ag-gain… Christ-t-tian…"

His cock pulsed and buzzed at the sound of his name trembling over Lucifer's lips. Fuck, does that sound hot! He had to put great effort into controlling his body, but keeping his focus on his goal helped. Lucifer's needs had to come first. "You like that, hm? You like it when I fuck and flog you hard?" Hearing Lucifer blissfully sob and groan, he fucked him back to the edge of his climax, right until he could see Lucifer's body cramp up. "Don't cum," he ordered darkly, pulled out and sent the flogger across his ass.

Screaming out in a mad mix of shock, pleasure, pain, Lucifer felt his limbs giving in to their trembles. His arms slid forward on the mattress, fingers curling in cramps, and his body followed along, his thighs and knees too shaky to keep him upright. Slipping flat down, he felt his erection pressing into the mattress, causing a painfully good friction he hoped would bring him release but it didn't. Instead, he felt another sharp slap across his scars that tore a new scream from his lungs, forcing his climax to subside from its imminent eruption. "N-no! P-please! Naaaarrghh! F-fuck!"

He could feel how his energy was draining from him with each time Christian brought him close to his release and forcefully brought him back down in despair and frustration. His mind was foggy and he was sure that if his blindfold would be taken off, his sight would already be compromised, all blurry and with black dots appearing whenever Christian did something to him. "C-c-christian-n… I c-can-n't... " Mouth hanging open, he laid twitching and panting, his throat sore and his body and mind exhausted, unable to cope.

It had likely been another three hours in total for Christian to get him to this point; Right at the brink of collapsing. He had done it before with submissives who had given their permission, but it had never taken such great effort from himself, getting even him to the point of utter exhaustion. They were both breathing heavily, glistening from their sweat in the warm, dim lights of the Red Room, and he sensed, this was the final round. One more time and he would see the Devil fall apart in all his sinful glory and he knew it would have an impact on them both.

Reaching up at Lucifer's hips, he pushed and rolled him onto his back, watching the Devil writhe, his chest raising and expanding rapidly with his flat, raspy breaths. Carefully crawling up the bed to hover above him, he slipped a hand behind Lucifer's head and pulled open the tight ribbon before gently pulling the blindfold off Lucifer's face. He hadn't thought he'd be met with soft, red glowing eyes, but his surprise came rather from the intensity of his desperate look at him than their dimmed shine. Lucifer rasped out a tearful but weak sob of relief at sight of him and he spotted him trying to raise his arms to loop around his neck, but with an exhausted groan the Devil failed and had them drop back on the mattress, stretched out above his head. Not saying a word to him, simply enjoying to be in the know of what would come next, while Lucifer didn't, Christian moved them around, so he pulled Lucifer's ass to rest of his thighs, his cock easily pressing back into Lucifer from an upper angle, reaching deep and precise, exactly how he wanted it.

They groaned, Lucifer desperate and Christian relishing in the pressure, the contractions around him that he now let freely influence and carry him towards his own release. Lucifer's eyes rolled and fluttered as Christian began to thrust back and forth, his legs being picked up and draped over his strong shoulders. Bending Lucifer made his penetration feel that much more powerful and quickly his hard thrusts turned frantic, the pressure in his balls drawing up and together. "Look at me, Lucifer," he panted, brushing a hand to caress Lucifer's cheek and hold his head in place. Soft red eyes blinked and travelled until they weakly lay their gaze on him. "I will cum inside of you again, and I want you to hold on until I let you cum as well."

"Christ'n… pl'sss… n' c'n't… 'ny l'nger..." Lucifer stuttered and slurred in exhaustion, groaning from the merciless thrusts and rising heat. At the same time, darkness started to shroud his vision, slowly taking him away from his consciousness. Just about to succumb to the welcoming darkness, a slap to his cheek stirred up his body and mind, forcing him to stay awake and his body receptive to the pleasure Christian brought him.

"Stay with me," Christian mouthed, slamming his hips against him with the last strength he could muster. Spotting Lucifer once again having his eyes flutter, he reached down between them and took a firm hold onto Lucifer's burning erection, jerking him. With Lucifer's outcry of pure ecstasy, Christian felt himself explode deep inside of him. "FUCK! Yes! Cum for me, Lucifer!" he grunted and groaned as he emptied himself into Lucifer's tightness. Gazing at him a wild passion, he leaned his forehead against Lucifer's, giving his cock the last hard strokes it needed to finally explode as well. "Cum for me now!"

The strokes and Christian's permission violently ripped apart the last bit of control he had over himself. With a rasping cry, his lower body convulsed in heavy spasms as the pressure in his cock was allowed to break free. Again and again hot spurts of cum sprayed over his stomach and chest, urged on with each thrust Christian continued to make. The release was a fiery wave that drained every cell of his body from his remaining energy and at last, crashed down on him like a final hook. Eyes losing focus and his muscles slacking, his head limply rolled on his side and the Red Room turned black.

Christian stopped the second Lucifer's body went still, and stared in awe and utter exhaustion at the unconscious Devil. His panting the only sound breaking the silence, he carefully pulled out of him, watching for any reaction, but aside from Lucifer's chest slowly rising and falling, he didn't even twitch. He watched him for a moment longer, calming down from the hours-long exertions and making sure the Devil was far gone. It was fascinating, the sight of Lucifer completely exhausted and relieved from all his worries and pain; He imagined him being painted Michelangelo-style at the ceiling of a cathedral or perhaps just his own den of carnal pleasure. He leaned down with a smile at that thought and gingerly licked him clean of the salty trails, still overseeing Lucifer's condition, but finding him again neither moving nor making a sound at his treatment.

Once he had him superficially cleaned, he freed him from his shackles on his wrists and moved him to the edge of the bed. He knew Lucifer was too big to carry comfortably in his arms and, since he was completely out, he'd feel like a wet sandbag to drag along, if he'd just support him with one arms slung over his shoulders. Instead, he draped Lucifer sideways over both shoulders to spread his weight, arms and feet dangling. Quietly stepping out of his Playroom and leaving it for his discreet and loyal domestic aid to clean up the next day, he headed to the guest room formerly used for his subs. Closing the door behind them, he carefully laid Lucifer down on the white cushioned bed and tucked him in beneath the smooth duvet.

Standing in front of him, he silently wondered if perhaps he should leave him be and return to Ana. She was most likely already vast asleep in the master bedroom. While he loved to sleep with her in his bed, bathing himself in her scent and curling around her like a snake during the night, he had a feeling it wouldn't be too good if Lucifer would wake up alone. And on top of that, he figured that a certain topic was bound to come up again in the morning and he wanted to be able to address it with him in private. Walking around the bed, he quietly slipped in beneath the duvet next to Lucifer, feeling his muscles slowly starting to relax. He knew he'd be sore in the morning and most likely for the rest of the weekend. Not that it would stop him jumping Ana again during their free time, but he felt quite satisfied with himself, knowing he pleased her and the Devil in one evening.

Letting out a soft smiling huff, he turned on his side, watching Lucifer sleep soundly. It did only take seconds, before sleep caught up to him as well and pulled him into a dreamless night.

He could feel a pair of eyes on him. It was an instinct, something deeply ingrained in him, to feel when attention rested upon him. Not that he minded it, of course. Opening one eye to peak, Lucifer's instinct was confirmed. Christian laid propped up on his side, the duvet crumpled, covering them both from their waists. He smiled instantly, wondering for how long Christian had observed him, but as soon as he began turning towards the copper-haired beauty, he stilled and groaned. "Ngh! Bloody hell!" he grunted, falling straight back down into the pillow. Every muscle inside his body felt strained and sore.

"Good morning," Christian greeted him with a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. So here comes the aftermath of my previous rampage over Lucifer's body, he thought, trying to keep a serious demeanour. It had been a pleasure to watch Lucifer sleep peacefully, a soft, relaxed expression on his face, but he had wondered if their activity would have any physical effect on Lucifer. Now he knew. And the answer was very satisfying.

"Good morning to you, too, Mister Watching-While-You-Sleep," Lucifer yawned and carefully stretched his limbs. Again his movements burned in his muscles and resulted in him pressing out another pained grunt. "Ngh… I'm sore…" he muttered and looked over at Christian, frowning.

Consequently holding his facade of looking serious and not too pleased with himself, Christian nodded. "Yes. I thought as much."

Blinking, he licked his lips, trying to understand. "No, I mean… I'm sore. How on earth am I feeling sore?!" Staring at him absolutely shocked, he pointed at himself, dramatically. "I'm the bloody Devil!"

It was harder than he had imagined trying not to laugh, and at last Lucifer's shocked expression made him chuckle. "Lucifer, I've fucked and edged you for half the night. I'd be offended and deeply worried if you weren't feeling sore," he pointed out matter-of-factly and pushed himself up, leaning on his left palm to look down at him.

"It's just… unexpected," Lucifer murmured, feeling into his body a bit more, very insecure about his physical condition. He flexed his muscles, twisting his torso and hip a bit, and huffed out several times. "I don't understand it…"

"Lucifer," Christian laughed with a shake of his head and moved beneath the duvet, climbing on top of Lucifer, and hovering above him on all fours, looking down at him amused. "You act as if you've never felt sore before."

"Well… not caused by the hands and cock of a human," he muttered, his features relaxing as he curiously took in Christian's physique. Avidly he reached up and traced his fingers over Christian's chest and abs. "Are you sure you're mortal, Mister Grey? Your stamina is very impressive, just like everything else about you…" Holding his dark ocean blue eyes, he travelled his hand further south, wrapping firmly around Christian's morning glory. "Mmm… Maybe it's your cock that is divine. Yes… that must be it."

Gasping at Lucifer's sinfully pleasant grip, Christian leaned down, hungrily slipping his tongue into Lucifer's equally sinful mouth. Moaning into him, he felt Lucifer start to stroke him hard and slow. Growling he pulled away to look at him, feeling how Lucifer's aura was drawing him in, dizzying his brain into a cloud of sexual desires. Shaking his head, he tried to gather his senses. This was not what he hoped their morning would be like, to have their night of ecstasy followed with yet another round of carnal pleasures, yet of course he had seen it coming. It took him great effort and the a painful bite into his cheek, but after a minute he managed to form clear thoughts again. Reaching down he gently took a hold of Lucifer's wrist and guided it up, pressing it next to Lucifer's head in the pillow. Seeking his gaze, he probed him, searched in his features for signs to read him. "How do you feel?" he mouthed, his expression serious.

A wanton smirk already tugged at his lips at the prospect of Christian's manhandling skills in the morning, but his expression faltered immediately at his question. "I told you… I'm sore," he muttered, eyes shifting and avoiding his intense stare.

"That's not what I meant and you know that," Christian whispered, giving him a soft, scolding look. But he knew that discipline and harshness were not the language he needed to use right now to talk about the elephant in the room. Stretching out, he lowered to lay down on top of Lucifer, propping himself on his elbow to hold some of his weight and be face to face with him. Using his free hand to caress along Lucifer's growing stubble, he patiently waited.

His throat tightened and swallowing became painful with the image of a certain Detective re-emerging in his mind's eye. "Well, I could sleep. That's been a nice change," he scoffed with a fake smile. When Christian remained quiet, his fingers softly brushing along his jawline, he took a shuddering breath. "I don't know what to do," he admitted quietly.

He had known that their night would not change Lucifer's situation, but merely help him relax his mind for a while. But it was good enough to see Lucifer was rested, giving him some mental stability to work with. Nodding slowly, he searched his troubled eyes again. "What is it that you want, Lucifer?"

Releasing another humourless laugh, Lucifer's look turned distant as his mind wandered.

Wide, soft blue eyes looked up at him as her lips uttered tearfully 'I'm so glad you're okay.'. The smell of jasmine and strawberries filled his nostrils as she pulled him into a tight embrace, knowing he didn't die from the poisonous gas. That was the moment he thought it was real. Her and him. The spark of love.

And only a few hours later, his reality got torn to pieces with a simple photograph and his Mother's explanation about its origin. She had been created through His will. Just another cog in His Grand Plan. To influence him. To manipulate him. She was used as a pawn in a game she didn't even know existed. It was cruel what had been done to her. It was unfair. Everyone else existed with their right for making their own free choice, but her? Her choices were already ingrained in her the moment her creation was blessed to happen. In his Father's Plan, she was merely a small programmed tool, doing what she was meant to do, because He wanted it so.

Swallowing, his eyes glistened as he looked back up. "There's so much that I want. For her to know about me and accept me. For her to feel the same for me, like I feel for her. But really… what I want most of all is… I want her to be free. I want her to be able to make her own choices, outside of what was programmed into her in regards to me. She feels drawn to me, because my Father designed her that way. I don't want that for her. That's not… that's not real."

Christian let his words sink in, even though he couldn't fully understand what he was saying. The sheer complexity of the celestial world was still mostly obscured to him and he was not going to tip into that neverending pond of questions now if he could help it. Nonetheless, he could tell how deeply conflicted Lucifer was about his situation with that Detective of his. It was obvious, she meant more to him than anything else and that the Devil wanted nothing but the best for her. "That's very noble and selfless of you. So she's not free in her choices. Not really. How could she have a choice then? Could you help with that?"

"That's the issue. I don't know how," he muttered through gritted teeth. "It's like I'm stuck. Whatever I do or say to her, her feelings for me just wouldn't be real."

Frowning, he brushed his thumb over Lucifer's cheek. "You're here now. Does she know?"

Eyes shifting in discomfort, Lucifer shook his head. "I… I sort of… bunked."

"You ran off without telling her anything? Are you being a dick on purpose to her or was it just because you didn't use your dickhead at all?" Christian snapped at him, giving him again a scolding glare. "That was mean."

Gasping, Lucifer glared back up. "Yes! Yes, it was indeed mean! Thank you for acknowledging-"

"What?! No, you dumbass! You were mean to her!" Christian exclaimed, pushed himself up and scooted over to sit next to him. "You left her without saying anything, knowing she will most likely be looking for you and worry about where you are. I mean, you're her partner..."

Lucifer's confusion of the misunderstanding vanished at Christian's explanation and was replaced with a look of enlightenment. It was suddenly all falling into place. It was so obvious. "You're… you're right. That's it. That's the solution!" Shooting up into a sitting position with a short grimace at the pain in his limbs, he looked at Christian wide eyed and excited.

"I know- wait, what?" Christian uttered, blinking confused. "Did I miss something?"

"I'm her partner on the job, so it's of course easy to fall for someone there. Isn't it the most common way for relationships to start? Anyway, she's drawn to me, so, the obvious solution to give her back her free choice is… well… I will get married to another woman!" The plan formed in lightning speed in his head. In an instant he knew where, who and how, and even a feeling of pride about his pre-accomplishments of his oh so devilishly smart plan. Of course it would work out. What could possibly go wrong?

"Erm… what? Wait, wait, wait, hold on, Lucifer," Christian bridled him with raised hands. As good as it was to see Lucifer's mood completely switch from sad and depressed to through-the-roof excited and happy, the stated idea sounded very rash to say the least. "Marry another woman? Christ, Lucifer! -"

"Erm… no thanks. Just 'Lucifer' please. What's the issue? It's bloody perfect! I will get married for show! Two birds one stone! I'll flip a bird at my Dad on that silly idea about wedlock and it will turn off the Detective's interest in me, because I will be already taken." he energetically said, grinning like a Cheshire Cat and emphasising his point with a hint to his left ring finger. "That way she will be able to choose who she really wants, because obviously she won't be turned on by a married Devil." Not waiting for him to respond, he crushed his lips on Christian's and pulled him up in his lap.

Oh this did not sound like a good plan at all. In fact it sounded like the most stupid and overly heedless plan he could think of to be 'nice' to another person and give her back her free choice. But of course it came from Lucifer, so it was not that big of a surprise after all. Silenced by a perky tongue claiming his mouth, he groaned at the feel of Lucifer's hands squeezing his ass. Forgetting his own thoughts in a matter of three strokes of Lucifer's hot tongue, he felt himself lifted as Lucifer rose from the bed, carrying his weight easily in his arms. "Mmm… what…are you… doing?" he moaned in between kisses, feeling his cock rushing to life against Lucifer's stomach.

"Shower... and breakfast," Lucifer panted, smirking against his lips as he sought out the adjacent bathroom. "And then shower again." Stepping into the spacious shower, he felt the thumping worry in the back of his head eased with the the idea stuck in his mind. It was just like it always was with him. His mind was set and the plan would be taken care of right after a last round of divine orgasms.

A/N: Tadaa! There you go my dear smut-lovers! I hope you enjoyed this chapter / fic. I really think this will be the last for this one xD I had tons of fun writing it and I hope you had a nice laugh towards the end and many heated breath along the road ;)

See you in the next one!

- Luni