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It was difficult to keep track of the demon brothers in this crowd, but since they were drawn towards you rather than trying to hide from you, as they did with their eldest brother, you had a better time of it than Lucifer did. A few very pointed warnings to each of them about bad behavior from you had them all much more conscious about what was expected and what was allowed - and what consequences would come from you if they got into trouble.
Your job done, finally, you tracked Lucifer down and touched base by one of the food stalls that was selling pumpkin-shaped treats that were similar to those in the human world but not quite as safe for humans to eat.
“Thank you. I finally feel as if I can relax for a moment.”
“Maybe more than a moment?” You batted your eyes at him in a deliberately overdramatic fashion, drawing a chuckle from the handsome demon.
He leaned towards you until your foreheads touched.
“Is my devious human thinking of something specific?”
You ran a finger from the hollow of his throat down to his waist, lingering there just long enough to suggest something specific.
He took that hand and brought it to his lips, and his eyes, drifting above your knuckles, sent a jolt of excitement straight through you. The smile that followed told you that even though he hadn’t looked down to see it, he knew that your thighs had clenched together, and your buttocks tightened to thrust your hips the tiniest bit forward. The avatar of pride took great delight in eliciting this reaction from you, no matter how many times it happened.
“You seem especially eager tonight, my dear. Has something been on your mind? I would greatly enjoy hearing about it.”
You never got tired of hearing the change in the timbre of his voice when he forgot his work and his worries and focused entirely on you.
“Oh, it was just something that happened in the dream I had when we were all knocked out from Solomon’s cookies.”
He shuddered at the memory. Solomon’s cooking had done terrible things to him in the past. By comparison, being knocked out for an hour was tame. It still reminded him of the worse outcomes, and the risk everyone he cared about had taken by eating the infernal baked goods.
You knew pretty well what had gone through his mind from the horror on his face. You’d held his hair back as he worshipped the porcelain god more than once, when there’d been no avoiding Solomon’s hideous creations.
“Yeah, could have been much worse. This was nothing. And I liked the part of the dream you were in…”
Lucifer’s attention was instantly diverted back to you telling him something good about himself. Even with his sin, he wasn’t easily swayed by compliments, but yours had a particular appeal. “Do go on, my dear.”
“Hmmm. I’m not sure this is the place. Maybe after the Horror Parade is over?”
He snatched you by the waist and pulled you close. “It is over for the two of us already,” he whispered roughly in your ear. “The night has been chaotic and exhausting, and we both…need…to…rest…”
He took a moment to fire off a message to the group chat, remembering to add that he would still find out about any bad behavior from his informants later, and not to consider themselves off the hook just because he was back at the house. And oh, by the way, he was taking you home, too, because you were exhausted.
He ignored the pinging notification of replies. He didn’t care what his brothers had to say. He offered his arm, and you took it.
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“Come with me to my room.” He didn’t ask. He almost never did. You didn’t mind.
You barely made it past the door before he trapped you against the wall with his body.
“Tell me about the dream.”
During the walk home, you’d thought about how to wend your way around the story and keep him hanging, just for fun.
“Well, it started off with some kind of contest between the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall, Diavolo, and Barbatos. Diavolo and Barbatos were part of the Purgatory Hall team, so there were only two, not three. The teams were playing pranks on each other and I was supposed to judge which ones were the best and then live with the winners for a year.”
“We won, of course…”
“Not really. I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.” Lucifer snorted. It was ridiculous to him how much this mattered to you, but he didn’t interrupt further. “So then there was a runoff contest and everyone had to wear costumes and say a trick or treat proposal in character, and suddenly whoever won that would have me live just with them for a year.”
You stopped talking just long enough to watch the emotions play across Lucifer’s face. There had been nothing so far that explained your seductive behavior tonight. You waited until right before he was about to ask you to tell him his part.
“You came out dressed as a pirate. Very sexy with your chest bared by an open shirt. And very…hmmm…acquisitive.”
He gave you a roguish smile and inquired, “So I told you that I was taking you? Because you’re mine?”
You returned a similar smile and nodded. “Right in front of everyone you said you wouldn’t let anyone else have me.”
His lips descended slowly onto yours, the tender kiss becoming more heated as you invited it, until the passion caused you to tear at each others’ clothes so burning skin could touch burning skin.
Lucifer stepped back to allow you to slip out of the bottom part of your costume, watching intently as you were completely revealed to him. Entranced, he didn’t finish undressing himself, so you took it upon yourself to to do it. His engorged cock sprang free, but you waited until he was entirely unclothed to give it your attention. He threw back his head and moaned as you took him in hands and mouth. You were his, indeed.
But this was not what he wanted tonight, you realized, as he placed his hands on either side of your head and said, “Wait.” You withdrew and sat back on your heels, looking up at your gorgeous lover in appreciation and waiting for him to speak.
“I want to take you. The way I took you the first night I told you you were mine.” He crouched down to your level and took your hands in his. “I love what you give to me. I love giving to you. But taking you in your dream is what led to this, so come let me take you in real life.” He stood, helping you up, and didn’t let go of your hands until you’d reached the bed.
You laid back and let him look and touch, holding back with extreme effort as the need grew between your legs. When he was at last ready to enter, he did so slowly, building to a crescendo much as he had with your kiss. You exploded with pleasure, then he filled you with his own, and you felt exquisitely taken.
As you petted and kissed in the aftermath, Lucifer asked, “So…have I won the contest? Do I get to have you live with me for a year now?”
You laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek. “You’d have to make space in your room for all my stuff.”
Not missing a beat, he replied, “That can be easily arranged.” He raised himself above you and fixed his intense gaze on your face. “You belong with no one other than me. It’s only natural that we would live together.”
“That’s exactly what you said in the dream!”
“Then clearly it is meant to be.”
When Lucifer awakened in the middle of the night and saw your sleeping face, he was more contented than he’d been in centuries. Soon he would see it every night. You would be by his side always. Your dream was not the only one that had come true. He kissed your forehead as softly as he could, not wanting to wake you, then whispered into the silent darkness…
“Mine…”