Neglected

Authors Note/Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own Lucifer, that credit is due to go to the writers/creators.

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Summary: "That's my Maze."


Part Two


Lucifer could feel the warmth of Maze's body pressed against his; he could hear the sound of her breath against the silence of the penthouse. He struggled to remember the last time she had joined him in bed, since they had connected on this level. And yet it had not ceased to amaze him that after a millennia it still felt fresh and new each time they were between the sheets.
Since walking among the humans he'd had many sexual encounters with both men and women, sometimes both in the same moment. He'd experienced threesomes, foursomes, heck, even orgies. But none of those amounted to what he felt with Maze. He assumed it was because she knew his body, every inch of it including his points, his likes and his dislikes in the bedroom. With her it was not an act without meaning, it was where part of their connection was forged.

Lying with her, fingertips trailing up her back lightly, running over her caramel skin in a soothing motion, he couldn't help but wonder how he had forgotten the feeling. It was not just the intense pleasure of the acts they had just committed, but from the act they were committing now. He was sure that all of Hell would be in an uprise if they saw him, the devil, cuddling with his demon. This was not something they did regularly but he would never take this moment from her, not after what he had felt when their connection heightened during sex. He felt her need for him, her craving for attention. He realised the neglect she had experienced recently at his hands because he was intrigued by the detective. He hadn't thought about how she would feel being abandoned after all he promised her when she followed him through the gates.

He felt Maze shift slightly, her breasts brushing against his chest, face nuzzling slightly more into his neck. Lucifer reached up and placed a hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair, gently massaging her scalp.
Although he enjoyed lying with her, he did wish to know what she was hiding from him. As the devil he had abilities, abilities that he could use on his creations, his demons. At any point in time he could divulge into her mind, read any thought, the deeper he looked the more thoughts he could see. Despite this power, he didn't take advantage of Maze. To him this would invade her privacy, yet he knew she only built the walls in fear that he would see something he disliked. Hence he found himself curious, and since she was his, he could look inside.

Opening one eye, he looked down at her sleeping form, pushing the hair back from her face to give him a better view. Breathing deeply to relax his body, he could feel her wall was still intact. In any other circumstances he would have knocked it down, pulled her thoughts from her mind and dealt with it but this time was different. He wanted for her to submit to it, to lower the wall herself and allow him into her mind. But the most important thing to him was that this act would be them connecting once again how they used to be. It would be her admitting that she didn't need to keep anything from him.

"Can you stop staring?"

Lucifer chuckled; hearing the sleepiness in her voice. "Can I not admire the view?" He brushed his fingertips over the curve of her hip, feeling the shiver run through her body at contact. Her head tilted back, giving him a full view of her lips. He found himself drawn to her, leaning down to kiss her.

"Don't answer that." Maze growled, hearing the cell phone vibrating beside them. She knew exactly who would be calling him at this time. Decker. The woman would have a casse, and if he answered it then she would lose him again.

Lucifer smirked, seeing the daring look in Maze's eyes. Her dislike for Chloe was quiet obvious, if he left during this moment he could only imagine how the demon would respond. "I wouldn't dare, darling." He gave her a brief kiss on the lips, rolling onto his side, he propped himself up, head rested on his hand. "Are you ready to speak?"

Maze closed her eyes. "Ruining the moment, Lucifer."

"We had a deal, Mazie."

Maze knew exactly what he was hinting at. "Lucifer." His name was spoken with a sense of hesitation. She knew he was protective of the Detective, if he thought she was going to harm her then perhaps the connection they had right now would be demolished. It bothered her, their connection should have been unbreakable, the thought that if could be broken by Decker had her acting out of character.

Lucifer could feel her hesitation and it did not boad well with him. "Mazikeen." Her name was spoken with warning, yet his face displayed curiosity. This was not the Maze he was used to, the Maze who had stood by him for a millennia.

Maze raised her eyebrow. "Why do you not trust me?"

Lucifer tilted his head, eying her carefully. "I do trust you, I trust you not to hide things from me. We are supposed to be a team."

"I thought you were a team with Decker."

Lucifer didn't confront her statement, but filed it within his mind for later. "In a millennia, you have built a wall twice. Both times you did so knowing that you disappointed me. Have you disappointed me again, darling?"

Maze rolled onto her stomach, clutching the pillow in her fists. "Perhaps I just want privacy."

Lucifer tsked her. "I give you plenty of privacy. I do not listen to your every thought. This here, right now, proves that I give that to you. Were you just any demon Maze, I would have ripped those thoughts from your mind."

"No Lucifer. You have privacy. I have no idea what you do with your pet Detective. Perhaps my thoughts should remain my own. I'm a demon; demons deserve to have their secrets."

"Not from me." His fingers brushed against her hip. "You don't keep secrets Maze, you never have."

"I do now." She didn't flinch when his fingers dug into her hip, a slight uncomfortable feeling yet not painful. This was his way of issuing a subtle warning. He didn't appreciate the attitude. While he openly tolerated it at certain times, this was not a time to be treading that line. The pressure on her hip only lasts a second, before he went back to running his fingers along the skin. "We are not the same people when we arrived."

"I do not disagree with you." He told her honestly, because they had changed. "But you and I, Maze, as individuals we will change but together, together we stay the same."

"That isn't possible."

He stared into her eyes, really looking at her. Not as his demon, his servant or protector but as Maze. "Whatever you have thought, or done, will not change the way I view you." He could sense her unsureness, a rarity for his Maze. "If anything my dear, you know I always forgive you."

Maze raised her eyebrow. "You've never had Decker before."

"No one could ever replace you, Mazie." He leaned forward, capturing her lips with his. "Lower that wall, darling. Trust me."

Maze pushed further into the kiss, letting the wall in her mind drop. Trusting in his words, in their connection.
She let her eyes flicker across his face, his eyes were closed and that left her relying on his features for indication of how he was reacting. She could feel the slight pressure inside her mind as he invaded the space, searching for what he wanted to find. Maze laid there, head in her pillow as she waited for him to finish.

"I would never hurt her." The words slipped from her mouth, needing to make sure he understood.

Lucifer squeezed her hip, as if he was telling her to be silent, he needed the concentration. Though to be completely honest with himself and her, Maze's thoughts regarding Chloe did not surprise him. He knew the moment she had set eyes on the Detective that there was an immediate sense of hatred. Yet he knew his demon was loyal, she would cause no harm to Chloe because he enjoyed the company of the Detective. To eliminate her would make him rather unhappy.
So he skimmed over all thoughts regarding Chloe, simply because it was nothing he didn't already know. What bothered him was what he saw next.

He focused on the thoughts that represented how she felt regarding him and his recent neglect of her. He felt the loneliness inside of her as she went from being his companion to nothing more than an employee. He felt her worry over his mortality and the impending question of if she would lose him to death. Lucifer saw her anger towards him because of his carelessness.
Abandoned. That was how she felt, abandoned by him and thrust into a place where she was essentially alone because not one human would understand her. Not the way she desired to be understood.

And there he found what she had been hiding, deep beneath the surface, covered by layers of thoughts of killing Chloe. The wall was built by her to protect her thoughts of Chloe, that much he was certain of. It was possible she forgot the thought even existed and yet he found it, and it sparked a slight peak of rage in him.

"Lucifer!" Maze spoke his name sharply, the hand he had on her hip was radiating heat. As a demon she was naturally warm at every moment, she had lived in hell with raging fire where it was incredibly hot but there was a difference between the fire in hell and the fire that raged inside the devil. It was enough to make any demon cower, and it did include her if he used it in a specific way. "Lucifer." She called his name again, trying to pull him back from her mind. The heat in his hand was obviously a reaction to something he saw. "Damn it. Lucifer." She wriggled out from his hold, her hip burning, she knew it would fade quickly but in the moment it ached.

Lucifer seemed to awaken when he felt her move. "Maze…"

Maze snapped her eyes to his. "Your hand is like fire, pardon the pun, but what the hell?"

Lucifer sat up, eyes darting to her hip as she knelt before him on the bed. "I didn't mean that." He reached out to touch her, retracting the heat in his hand, allowing it to flow through the rest of his body disbursing and returning his hand to normal temperature. "Why did you build the wall, Maze?"

"You know why." Maze felt his fingers against her skin, and the ache she felt from the burn faded.

Lucifer looked into her eyes. "Tell me. I want to hear it."

"Decker. She's changing you and I have thought of multiple ways to kill her and turn you back into the fierce King of Hell." She gritted the words between her teeth, moving to lie back down on her stomach, glaring at Lucifer when she felt him slap her backside.

"Don't you lie to me." His eyes flashed red for a moment, as if daring her to do so again.

Maze raised her eyebrow. "How about you tell me why you think I built the wall. Obviously we have different ideas."

"How about one word…Canada." His eyes pierced through hers, watching the recognition, and the slight fear flow through them. "Oh I see, you remember now."

Maze had forgotten, once the thought entered her mind she had buried it so deep as if she wanted to erase it. It hadn't been why she built the wall but it made perfect sense to him. "That isn't why. I wasn't hiding that from you."

"You weren't hiding the fact that you thought of abandoning me? And to go where, to Canada?" Without pausing slapped her bottom again, this time there was heat back in his hand, and she gasped at the sudden feel of fire. "Mazikeen…"

Her name was spoken with rage; his eyes were glowing red around the edges. He was angry with her, that much was obvious but beneath the surface, she could sense it, his fear of being abandoned was adding fuel to fire. "Lucifer, stop." She sat up, pushing him back on the bed with force so she could straddle him. "Look at me." She ordered him. "Look at me. I'm yours, I will always be yours. It was a thought, no more, just a moment of anger. I would never. Never abandon you."

"Not even when I have you?"

Maze breathed in sharply, having not expected that. "Not even then. I made a vow."

"And I did you."

"Don't you see?" She stared into his eyes, feeling the need to shake him. "I hate her; I hate what she is doing to you. I think of killing her to stop what is happening. By changing you, she is changing what we have. It used to be us. Just us, Lucifer."

"Maze."

"No listen!" She demanded. "I never would have thought of running if I didn't feel abandoned. It was a split second and then I focused my thoughts of ways to make her suffer. To make you suffer, if I killed her, then you would no longer have your pet." Maze closed her eyes. "I'm a demon Lucifer, I am selfish and my only thought was if you didn't have her then I would no longer be competing for your attention."

Lucifer listened to her words, seeing it all flow through her eyes. The anger he was feeling was twisting inside of him. "I apologize if you felt abandoned." He lifted her up, flipping them over so he was hovering above her. "It's been you and I for a millennia Maze. While Chloe is now, she won't be forever. One day she'll die."

"Do you expect me to wait around for that time to come? When you will finally need me again?"

He raised his eyebrow as if he found her words offensive. "I will always need you. No one understand me like you do, Maze."

Maze placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing slightly. "Do you Lucifer? Because all I see is you with Chloe."

Lucifer leaned down, trailing a few kisses along her jaw line. "I apologize for how I have treated you Maze, and I will make an effort to rectify that. Perhaps I do need to ease back with the pet Detective and let myself by reminded by what I have." He placed a kiss on her lips. "Will you forgive me, Maze?"

"No."

He chuckled at her expression; she was clearly toying with him. "Darling…"

"Do I come first?"

He frowned, eyes searching hers. "First? First for what, my dear?"

Maze ran her fingernail down his jaw line, across his chin. "I want to know if I come before Decker?"

He merely laughed, leaning down he pressed his face into her neck. "Oh Mazie. My jealous little demon."

Maze tried to push him off her. "Do you think I am making a joke? I do not joke." This time she made no comment on herself being jealous, because even if she denied it, it was clear she was.

"You are always first Maze, always."

She breathed deeply. "Good, and do not forget it. I mean it Lucifer."

"I will never forget." He gently nipped at her neck. "Promise me."

"Promise you what?"

He pulled back to look into her eyes. "I want you to promise to never build another wall. These thoughts, if you are having them, I want you to share. You're mine, Maze. If I am abandoning you, if you feel lonely then speak to me."

"I'll build another wall, Lucifer." She told him, not bothering to lie. "As you said, I build walls when I disappoint you."

"Nothing you do will not be forgiven, I favour you Maze. You are my perfect little creation. No need to hide from me." His thumb ran along her cheek. "Promise?"

Maze rolled her eyes. "Fine."

"You didn't say the words."

"Lucifer." She groaned, they both knew she wasn't saying them on purpose.

"Fine." He relented. "At least say you forgive me."

"I don't," She tilted her head, smiling slyly at the confusion in his eyes. The master in him clearly expected to be forgiven. "But perhaps I could be persuaded to forgive you," She wriggled her hips beneath him. "If you show me how sorry you truly are."

"You little minx." He smirked, thrusting his hips forward. "You are not leaving this bed for quiet sometime, my dear. I have plenty of ways to show you how truly sorry I am."


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