A bit of gross imagery involving decapitation and touching brains at the beginning of this chapter. Lucifer does, after all, still have a deal with Marcus. Other than that, this is Lucifer's first try at getting with him.


Head

Lucifer was excited. That in itself wasn't something new, he was always in some constant state of emotional high or low, but he liked this type of excitement best.

He had just decapitated Marcus with one of Maze's hell forged toys. He had even gone so far as to take her idea to heart, got out the bone saw and cut away his skull to get to his brain.

It would have been gruesome to anyone else but someone who had spent millennia in Hell. Now, knowing that Marcus would be fine afterwards once he put the brain back in and he placed his head back on his shoulders, he was rather excited to see it happen.

He got to watch a human stitch their head back on.

And he had Marcus's permission to do it. He had gone through a list of ways to die Lucifer had given the man first thing that night and this one had come up as the one Marcus wanted to try that day.

He gave the brain in his hand a quick kiss, hoping that it would somehow transform into some form of link in which Marcus would say yes to him, before placing it lovingly back in its home in the skull. He took the piece of bone he had taken off and put it in its rightful place and carefully laid the head right on the neck where it belonged.

Almost immediately he began to see the skin stitching itself together. For that matter, without the head there the skin had already begun to stretch out a bit in an effort to grow another identical head in place of the one he lost. It was something that was fascinating to watch and watch he did. It took 15 long minutes, before Marcus let out his first choking breath back into the world of the living and Lucifer sucked in his own lungful of air.

He never wanted to actually kill this man permanently dead. The sudden realisation hit him out of the blue. Marcus was the first person he had come across who was hardy enough to actually survive him without him having to worry about too much strength or getting carried away.

And his thoughts of staying with this man forever were really stirring the desire in himself. He had never before thought torture weapons or decapitating someone was a turn on. He had enjoyed playing with souls in Hell after a while, because it had been the only way to truly keep sane in a place that wasn't fit for him.

Here was someone who acts like this wasn't a form of torture, but instead more a mini release. Marcus would never give up trying to kill himself. That Lucifer could indulge himself without worry was a huge turn on for him, no matter the mess the constant murder made.

He was pretty sure Marcus was not happy that the first thing he saw when he reopened his eyes was a clothed erection close to his face. Marcus scowled up at him.

"Seriously Lucifer? Decapitating someone turns you on?"

He shook his head. "No, of course not. Watching the head stitch itself back on and knowing you can take whatever I do to you is a turn on. All with your permission, of course. We could do some pretty great things in the bedroom and I know you've been celibate for way too long."

The scowl deepened slightly. "I am not having sex with you, especially after you just took my head off. It hurts like Hell. I doubt I'd be able to get it up even if I did want to."

Lucifer pouted. "Well, you could give me head in return if you wanted," he replied, grinning down at the man still lying on the floor. He shifted slightly to draw attention back to his erection.

Marcus rolled his eyes before he grinned wickedly, grabbed him through his trousers and squeezed slightly.

He knew he was a little too turned on with what was going on when his wings decided to pop into this plane of existence without him wanting them too. He closed his eyes and groaned. "Damn these feathered monstrosities. This is so damn embarrassing..."

He got the absolute pleasure after that of hearing Marcus actually laugh. The sound made his erection twitch in the hand still holding it through the layers of clothing. He whined when the hand was then taken away.

"No head, Lucifer. I am so not in the mood for any of your sexual shit right now. Not after losing mine."

Lucifer tilted his own head to one side and frowned slightly. "Hmm. Well then, maybe we should stop the murder for a bit and go for BDSM instead. I enjoy a little bit of that every now and then. Like I said before, we could do great things in the bedroom."

Marcus sat up and Lucifer moved back to allow the move. "Not now, Lucifer."

Nodding his head, Lucifer accepted that. A not now after all was not a never. And they both had all of eternity to start something. "Okay. I'll stop asking tonight. Maybe later."

"Maybe not."

Laughing, Lucifer shook his head. "In some ways you remind me of the detective. Oh, by the way, she is crushing on you hard. She's jealous that you are spending time with me, can you believe it?"

Marcus closed his eyes. "Yes, yes I can. I really didn't need you to say that. She keeps asking me to drinks."

Lucifer leaned forwards. "Interested in saying yes to her?"

Marcus stared at him with his resting face. "That is none of your business. If I do, I do. If I don't, I don't."

Lucifer let that one go, because truer words had never been spoken. He simply grinned and gave a short nod. "Okay then. So! Want a drink? Is your throat all patched up on the inside enough to drink? Seriously, the whole thing is fascinating."

Marcus grimaced. "Better not. And it is as fascinating to me as your wings popping out fully unfurled when you're over excited is to you."

With that, Marcus heaved himself to his feet, grimaced in pain and put a hand to his neck, before going towards the lift to go home.

Lucifer let him go. There was still plenty of time for him to win this man over.