Dan pulled lightly on his restraints, relishing the feel of the leather cutting into his wrists. He moaned against the ball gag in his mouth as his lover slapped him hard across his buttocks.

Lucifer ran his fingers lightly over the red hand print before drawing back and smacking him again. Dan felt the tears well up in his eyes. The stinging sensation was truly wonderful. He raised his hips a little higher to ask for another.

Lucifer cupped the buttocks presented to him, and kneaded them roughly. He knew what Dan wanted, but tonight was about teaching the other man to surrender control.

He knelt between Dan's powerful thighs, strong hands gripping sturdy hips. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his friend's shoulders, trailing his lips softly down the muscular back, tip of his tongue leaving a trace of wetness as evidence of the journey.

Dan moaned again, sound muffled and low. Lucifer didn't pause as he continued lower, teasing his lover's cheeks, circling ever closer to the tight ring in the middle. Dan was squirming, rock hard cock bobbing between his legs.

Lucifer slowly, torturously began to eat Dan's asshole. Dan pressed his buttocks back as far as the restraints on his wrists would allow him to move. Lucifer used his grip on Dan's hips to hold him still. He dug his fingers in harshly, knowing that purple bruises would be blooming come the morning.

Dan was struggling to catch his breath around the red ball in his mouth. Lucifer was thoroughly skillful in his use of his tongue. They had been sleeping together for over a month now, and it didn't take much coaxing to open Dan and ready him for the main event.

Lucifer lingered anyway. He licked and slurped, pushing his tongue into his lover's eager hole. He released his hold on Dan's right hip, reached around him, and began to stroke the erection that was aching for attention.

Dan's eyes rolled back in his head and he grunted at the sensation. Lucifer's touch was soft and sure. It had taken him almost no time to learn all of Dan's spots and secrets. Untold centuries of experience had taught him how to exploit that knowledge to amazing effect.

Lucifer didn't miss a beat. His tongue continued to probe the now open and ready ass, while his right hand tugged slowly on Dan's thick manhood. He heard the change in Dan's voice that told him his friend was getting close to release.

Abruptly, he ceased his activities on both fronts. Dan cried out in dismay to be left in such a state. He trembled at the effort it took to regain his composure.

Lucifer reared back and slapped his ass again. "You'll come when I say you can, Daniel." Dan felt a tear leak out and roll down his face. This was the third time he'd come close to release, only to be denied. It was absolute torture.

He never wanted it to stop.

Lucifer climbed down off of the bed and retrieved a bottle of lubricant. He stood to the side of the bed, and began to stroke his impressively large member.

"Look at me, Daniel." Dan struggled to turn his head, but he managed to contort just enough. He took in the glory of the man next to him. He still wasn't used to the muscular arms, the flat, angular cut of the supremely masculine torso. He was both alien and familiar, but above all, breathtakingly beautiful.

Dan's eyes traveled to take in the sight of his lover, now his master, grasping his own long, straight rod. Lucifer poured a few drops of lubricant on the shaft, and continued working his hands up and down his full length, retracting his foreskin gently as he went.

Dan was mesmerized. He never tired of seeing his angel at full attention, eyes full of lust and desire. He groaned into the gag and wiggled his ass to signal his own need.

Lucifer obligingly returned to the bed, kneeling once more behind his new toy. He placed the glistening head of his cock at the entrance of Dan's stretched hole and leaned in. Dan was whimpering, pressing back, begging for more.

Lucifer roughly grabbed Dan's hips once more and slammed forward with lightning speed, burying himself to the hilt in one swift movement. Dan spasmed at the sudden intrusion and screamed.

Lucifer had always gone slowly with this part before, and Dan was not expecting the shocking maneuver.

His back arched and he shook as he struggled to adjust to the cock buried balls deep in his ass.

Lucifer had warned him that tonight was going to be different. Tonight, he had explained, was about power, pain and control. Dan had been enthusiastic in his desire to explore this side of his lover, and agreed readily.

His head was swimming with the burning pain in his rectum. Lucifer paused only long enough to be sure Dan wasn't truly injured (it wouldn't be the first time he'd sent someone to the ER in his enthusiasm) before swiftly pulling his hips back and thrusting them forward again.

Dan felt the impact as hips slammed into his ass, felt the searing pain in his rear end at the friction, and suddenly found he was frantic for his master to pound him mercilessly.

Lucifer let out a guttural moan when Dan began to move his hips from side to side, tracing a figure eight pattern. The feeling in his cock was indescribable. Holding fast to his lover's hips, he began to fuck him in earnest.

Lucifer quickly built to a pace that was superhuman.

Dan sobbed in agony and joy against the gag, tears flowing freely. He braced himself on his wrist restraints and focused on trying to survive the storm. The pain was exquisite. He wasn't sure he could survive much more, but he was hungry to find out.

Lucifer let go of Dan's hips and leaned forward to lay on top of his strong back instead. Hips still flying, he wrapped one hand around Dan's throat. His other hand wound its way into the short hairs on top of Dan's head and managed to grab a fistful.

He breathed into Dan's ear "Are you ready to come for me, Daniel?" Dan tried to nod, but it was difficult with his head held as it was. It seemed to get the point across however, as Lucifer released first one, then the other wrist, then unbuckled and removed the ball gag.

Dan breathed heavily. Lucifer gave him a short moment to recover his voice, then growled, "Beg for it, pet. Let me hear what you desire."

Dan choked out, "May I come?"

"Tsk, tsk, Daniel. That just won't do. You can do so much better than that. Permission denied." Dan gave a small, strangled sob. Lucifer grinned broadly at the sound.

He pulled himself out of Dan's ass, and flipped the other man onto his back. Before Dan could register the change in position, Lucifer plunged his cock back into his lover and resumed his manic thrusting.

Dan threw his head back and screamed. Lucifer gave his nipple a sharp tweak, and Dan gasped in pain. "Open your eyes," came the command. Dan's eyes flew open and he locked his gaze on his lover's face.

"There we are," Lucifer panted in approval, still pounding away at his slave's ass. "Do you think you can ask me better this time?"

"Please, master, may I come now?" Dan pleaded.

"That is a bit better," Lucifer conceded. "You may touch yourself, but you may not come until you've asked me properly. You have to convince me, pet."

Lucifer grabbed Dan's ankles and pushed back on them, spreading him wide. Dan grabbed hold of his cock and began pulling himself off with wild abandon, eyes locked on his master's.

Lucifer leaned forward, and dug even deeper. Dan was bucking his hips wildly, balls contracting as he approached his finale. "Beg, lover," Lucifer growled at the man under him.

Dan could barely breathe. "Ugh… Master. Master please, I need to come. I need to, it hurts." He was only tangentially aware of his words as they came spilling from him. "Lucifer. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck, I need to come. Please, oh please." He felt like he was about to pass out from the effort of holding back so long.

"Oh," Lucifer groaned, lust thick in his voice, "yes Daniel, that's it, pet. Yes, come for me, love." His rhythm became erratic as he approached his own threshold. He held on, watching Daniel's eyes as he gave in to his need.

Dan pumped furiously on his cock, breathing ragged. He struggled to keep his eyes open as the passion overtook him, but his gaze never left Lucifer's.

Lucifer was thrusting deep and hard, watching as his lover hit his peak and began to scream. Lucifer let his own load loose at that instant, screaming in harmony with Daniel. His seed spilled into his friend's ravaged ass; Dan's spilled out over his hand and onto his stomach.

They stayed locked together for a long moment as they trembled their tandem completion. Finally breaking his gaze, Lucifer closed his eyes and shuddered. He gave one last thrust into Daniel, eliciting a gasp, then the pulled free and collapsed onto the bed.

Dan rolled onto his side to face Lucifer. He wrapped his arms around strong shoulders and pulled him close. Lucifer responded with a deep, slow burning kiss.

When they pulled apart, Dan chuckled. "You still wish I'd got you strippers?" he teased gently.

"When you're right, you're right, Daniel." Lucifer smiled and wiped a few remaining tears from Dan's cheeks. "This was a better bachelor party than I could have imagined. Thank you for trying this with me."

"No thanks required," Dan spoke softly, tracing gentle patterns on his lover's pecs with his fingertips. "If I'd known how amazing it would feel to give over that much control, I'd have done it with you weeks ago."

"Really?" Lucifer's smile broadened into a grin. "Does that mean you're game to do it again sometime?"

Dan shook his head. "It means I never want it to be any other way again." Lucifer groaned his pleasure and kissed his newly official slave excitedly.

XOXOX

By the time Chloe came by, Lucifer had showered, changed the sheets, and put away all of the various paraphernalia he and Dan had used. It was always difficult, saying goodbye at the end of a date night.

Dan had picked Trixie up from Chloe's and then gone home to his own apartment so that she could spend the rest of the night with her husband-to-be. Chloe was still a bit sensitive about Lucifer's need for male companionship, so they tried hard not to flaunt it in front of her.

She loved them both for the effort. She didn't have the heart to tell them it was pointless. Fresh sheets, the scent of soap on Lucifer's skin; they reminded her just as acutely of their trysts as the actual physical evidence would have.

It gave her a small pang of pain every time she went straight home from work instead of joining her fiance in his penthouse. She was busy finishing the packing she needed to do in order to move herself and Trixie into the penthouse. It kept her hands busy, but her mind often wandered to the two men.

She walked into the small room across from the kitchen that was to be Trixie's. Lucifer had given up some space in a walk-in closet to expand what used to be the pantry. Renovations had included plenty of soundproofing, and it was now a nicely sized room for a growing girl. The bright purple paint that Trixie had chosen was nearly finished.

Lucifer slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "The painters say they'll be done tomorrow. We can move the furniture in the next day."

Chloe smiled when she remembered the look on Trixie's face when Lucifer took them shopping for her new bedroom set. She had gone wild, picking exactly what she wanted. It had been Lucifer's wedding gift to his soon-to-be stepdaughter.

Chloe grinned when she remembered the look on Lucifer's face as he paid for the hopelessly mismatched, clashing decor. It had almost physically pained him. But Trixie's happiness mattered more to him than he wanted to admit, so he bit back his discomfort and bought it all.

"I hate to admit it," Lucifer said, "but the little monster may actually have better taste than I gave her credit for. This color, plus the art she picked? It's probably going to come together tolerably well."

Chloe twisted in his arms to face him. "You know, it's almost a shame you can't have a baby with a human. You'd be a pretty good Dad, I think."

He looked horrified. "Bite your filthy tongue!" He shuddered. "Trixie is… not terrible, I guess. But a baby? No, thank you, I'm good."

Chloe laughed at the reaction. He may protest a lot, but she knew he thought Trixie was more than "not terrible." She often found him playing board games with her, and buying her little surprise gifts.

He had even put up on his refrigerator a picture she made for him. It showed Mazikeen, knives in hand, standing on the throat of a random bounty. "Well, it is a remarkable likeness," he had explained, as though he needed to justify the act to anyone but himself.

Chloe kissed him momentarily, before untangling herself and pulling him into the bedroom that they would soon share. He grinned and followed willingly, cock already springing to life.

She led him to the chair in the bedroom, and sat him down. He leaned back into the cushions, watching her as she walked away. Curious. What's she up to? he thought.

Music swelled over the speakers, low thrumming bass line, cheesy saxophone bleating seductively. Chloe reentered the room barefoot and dancing, hips swaying to the beat.

She began a slow and very sexy striptease. Lucifer sat mesmerized by the sight. Golden hair flowing over her shoulders, she twisted and undulated. She purposefully unbuttoned her shirt and let it slip from her shoulders, revealing a new red lace front clasp bra.

She continued her dance, hands floating over her own curves, moving just out of reach of Lucifer's hands. She slipped her thumbs under the edge of her waistband and shed her skirt, stepping out of it easily. The underpants she wore were a matched set to the bra, and suited her perfectly.

She moved over to her finance and pushed aside the fabric of his silk robe. He hadn't bothered to put on shorts after his shower, and Chloe paused to admire his manhood. She ran her hands down his chest, hips still moving to the music. She teased his belly, and ran feather light fingers through his neatly trimmed pubic hair.

He moaned, and reached for her. "No sir," she chided him. "Hands off the dancers." He laughed, but obeyed, folding his hands behind his head instead.

Chloe resumed her dance, unclasping her bra. She shrugged off one strap, then the other before letting the garment join her other clothes on the floor.

Lucifer couldn't look away from her. Her breasts swayed gently with her movements, pert nipples sitting like proverbial cherries on top.

She came closer again, and straddled his lap. He expected the rough feel of lace. Instead, he felt her slippery folds slide along the bottom of his shaft.

He struggled to keep his hands to himself. She ground her wet pussy into him and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "I realized today that I never did give you your souvenir from Florida. I believe you requested something crotchless?" She swirled her hips for emphasis. He groaned low and long.

She stood from his lap, and climbed up onto the bed. She rested her back against the headboard and spread her legs wide, knees falling out to the sides. She reached between her legs and began to fondle her now dripping slit.

The wantoness of the act was unbearably hot. Lucifer ran his fingers lightly along his member, gathering the wetness she had left there. He inhaled her scent deeply, and then sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting her unique flavor.

Chloe moaned when he grabbed his cock and began stroking. The sight was driving her crazy. Her small fingers slipped into her folds, teasing the bud of her clit. "Lucifer, I'm imagining you licking me right now. Your lips clamped on my clit," she bucked her hips slightly, "your fingers sliding into my cunt. Oh, fuck, Lucifer." She was rubbing herself fairly hard now, grinding her hips against the pressure.

Lucifer was spellbound. She wasn't normally big on "dirty talk", but here she was, narrating her desires and movements in a husky, sex laden voice. It was fucking amazing.

"Oh, baby," she went on, "I'm so wet for you. Look, I can slip three fingers in," she demonstrated, moaning at the feeling. She curled her fingers upward inside of herself, and circled her clitoris with her thumb. "Oh, fuck, Lucifer, my pussy is so wet," she purred as she slipped a fourth finger inside.

Lucifer was pulling up and down on his cock with a heavy hand. He was so turned on watching his fiancee fuck herself silly for him. He gasped in shock when she removed her thumb from her clit and shoved her whole hand into her pussy.

"Oh FUCK! Luce baby, I'm so full, it's so good. Oh, Lucifer, I'm gonna come so hard for you." She moved her fist in and out ever so slightly, and Lucifer couldn't look away. She was moaning with every breath now, the pitch rising as she pumped herself to a powerful orgasm. "FUCK, BABY, I'M COMING LUCIFER!"

She threw her head back and screamed long and loud, hand sliding out as she finally came down from her high. She sucked her fingertips into her mouth and licked them clean.

Lucifer was stunned at the brazen thing of beauty he had just witnessed. "Fuck me, baby," Chloe commanded. He didn't need to be told twice. He climbed up between her legs, pausing momentarily to run his tongue along her slit. She cried out at the touch.

He crawled forward until his hips were on hers, and he slid into her depths. She screamed again as the huge cock penetrated her sore pussy. Lucifer sucked a hard nipple into his mouth and teased it roughly. Chloe clenched a fist in his hair and pulled his mouth up to hers for a kiss.

Lucifer shifted with an understated skill, and she was suddenly in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her back, crushing her to himself. She wound her own arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. She rocked back and forth on his cock, feeling it in her deepest depths.

He moved his hands under her buttocks and easily began lifting and lowering her, forcing her to ride him. She leaned into it and felt another orgasm building.

"I'm gonna come again, baby," she said, hands clawing wildly in his hair. "Are you gonna come for me, too?"

"Oh, Chloe." He could barely speak. "Yes, my love, I'm going to come. You're so beautiful. I love you."

"Lucifer. Lucifer, I'm gonna come." She closed her eyes and gripped his neck, digging in her nails hard enough to draw blood. "Lucifer, I'm coming!"

She threw her head back and cried out her release. He buried his face in her neck, and gave in to his own. He grunted softly as he emptied his load into her.

Chloe was the first to move, and she climbed from his lap carefully. "Ooh, that's tender," she winced. She lay down on her back and pulled her Devil to her side. He turned to her, and wrapped a protective arm around her waist.

After a few moments of content silence, Chloe giggled. "Well, I'm cold now." She slid from the bed and walked into the bathroom to clean up. She emerged a few moments later, gathered up her clothes and placed them in the hamper, her panties following. She rooted through a drawer and slipped on a simple pair of cotton briefs and an oversized t shirt.

Lucifer wondered silently at how she could be equally beautiful in red lace and an N*Sync tour shirt, but she was.

Chloe saw him staring and blushed. She slid between the sheets and shooed him off to clean himself up. He came back into the room, and found a pair of shorts to pull on before joining her.

She curled into his side, relaxed and happy. "Good night baby," she sighed. "I love you."

"I love you more," Lucifer breathed as he kissed her hair. She was already out, and he followed close after.