Hey, guys. PORN ALERT. The last like 65% of this is basically just smut. I feel the need to warn you (again) that Balthazar and (especially) Lucifer are kinky motherfuckers. Without giving too much away, Taz's past as a promiscuous bloke comes up. Here's hoping you like foul language in bed (although if you're shipping Balcifer, you probably do).

So yeah. Enjoy.

Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. This chapter (as well as pretty much everything else I'm writing now) is dedicated to the lovely Mems, who gripped me tight and raised me from Perdition. (We are going to cosplay as Dean and Castiel eventually. She's Castiel. I'm Dean. And then we're going to cosplay as Sam and Gabriel. She's Sam. I'm Gabriel.)

If we're not better than the rest

How will children do their best?

Find your patience, find your truth.

Love is all we have to lose

'Cause I'm not able

On my own.

"You know this is stupid, right?" Luce asked abruptly one evening. He and Taz were stretched out on the older man's sofa, Taz half-asleep with his head on Luce's chest while Luce watched whatever was on TV. The strawberry blonde had been absently running his fingers through Taz's hair, something he knew made the slightly-shorter man quite sleepy. Naturally, he had no idea on what train of thought Luce had just been.

"Huh?" He was only half-curious as to what Luce meant. He was mostly hoping Luce would start playing with his hair again. It was soothing and he'd had a tough week.

"This. This whole one night at my place, one night at your place thing. It's stupid." Luce sounded very matter-of-fact about this. Taz blinked, mentally stirring himself.

"Is it?"

"Yeah."

He couldn't tell where Luce was going with this. Half the time, he was convinced the man had a screw loose. "Alright, then. Do you have a solution or were you just whining?"

He knew from the sound Luce made that the strawberry blonde was half-grinning. "I wasn't whining, I was stating. And yes, I have a solution, smartass."

"Heaven forbid you keep me in suspense." Really, Luce just liked to hear himself talk, didn't he? But he was amazing between the sheets, so Taz decided to keep him around. And he was in love with him. Even though it had been a good four months since they'd traded their first "I love you," that thought still brought a smile to his face. He was completely mad about Luce.

"We should move in together," Luce said simply.

Taz finally shook himself fully awake now. "You want to live together?"

"Yeah. I think we should get a place that isn't yours or mine but ours. I'd like to be able to do this every night without worrying about if I've got clothes for the next day or whatever."

"We do already basically do this every night," Taz said. When Luce opened his mouth to argue, Taz went on. "But I understand what you're saying." He smiled and tugged his lover down to press their lips together. "I would very much like to live with you. For real, not this half-assed switch-off thing." He felt Luce smiling against his mouth and ran his fingers through his hair.

His Luce pulled away after a moment, still smiling faintly. "So we'll take Friday off and start looking around then?"

"Sounds alright. Are we hunting for a house or a flat?"

"I think we should look at houses. Together, we have too much stuff for an apartment. Besides, we may need extra room later." When Taz shot him an alarmed look, Luce quickly explained. "If your parents or mine decide to visit. That's all." He grinned. "Also, it would be nice to have sex without waking the neighbors." Lately, Alastair had been banging on the ceiling at three in the morning, telling them to keep it the fuck down! It usually just made them dissolve into laughter, but it would be better to have some privacy.

Taz chuckled softly. "Then on Friday, we will go looking for a house."

That turned out to be a lot easier said than done. They looked for almost two weeks before they found a suitable place. It was a one-story with two bedrooms and a small backyard, as close to perfect for them that they could get in the area. Even better, it was about halfway between Luce's office and the Lord & Lady. That also ended up being a bit of an annoyance because they had to go in nearly opposite directions to get to work.

After they signed the lease, it took them another week to move all their things from their respective apartments and to their new house. They enlisted Sam to help with the heavy lifting and Castiel with his Ranger, and got Gabe and Dean along with them. The six of them together were able to get most of the moving done in one day, leaving the rest of it—as well as the arranging—done the next day.

Once they finished moving in, the rest of their social circle gathered at their new house for a housewarming party. Taz wasn't stuck mixing drinks this time—instead it was Gabe slinging drinks. They were pretty decent, too. Since he was making the drinks, he took the car keys of everyone who ordered except Luce and Taz. Michael, in particular, enjoyed the free-flowing alcohol. By the time Rachel decided it was time for them to go home, he had cornered Luce and was drunkenly telling him, "You know, you're not half bad, even if you are Satan incarnate."

"Um, thanks?" Luce said, glancing over Michael's shoulder at Rachel. He shot her a half-concerned, half-incredulous look that she somehow understood and gently took her boyfriend by the arm.

"Hey, Mike. Let's get out of here, okay? You have work in the morning."

Michael, not realizing the next day was a Sunday, allowed himself to be steered toward the front door after giving Luce a hug. It seriously freaked out the younger man. He wasn't used to Michael showing him anything but polite coldness for the past few years.

"You okay?" he heard Castiel's laughing tone say from behind him.

"Yeah. Your brother is a bit off today, though."

"Nah, I just think that's Rachel calming him down a bit. And alcohol. He's a very friendly drunk."

"In that case, he should be drunk more often."

Castiel snorted with laughter and wandered off to watch Ray and Anna dancing badly. They were normally pretty decent, but the addition of alcohol had thrown off their rhythm. Taz took that moment to slink over to Luce, drink in hand, and pull him close. "I can't bloody wait until we're alone," he breathed, letting his hand slide from Luce's shoulder to his hip. The combination of his whispered words, using the British slang he only employed while heavily intoxicated; his tone, rough with lust; and the alcohol on his breath had Luce smirking and shivering slightly in anticipation.

"Yeah? I bet you just can't wait for me to fuck you. You're just desperate for my dick, aren't you, you little slut?" Where the Hell did that come from? For a second, Luce worried that he'd said the wrong thing. The words had just flown out of his mouth before he could stop them. Yes, he knew Taz had had a lot of sex before they started dating, but that didn't make him a slut. He had no idea how he would react to being referred to as such.

But he needn't have worried. He could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he whispered back, "You know me so well. You gonna fuck me until I scream, love?"

"You'll just have to wait to find out, won't you?"

Taz laughed like he'd just told a riotously funny joke and went back to where Gabe was pouring a glass of Scotch for Jeremy.

About an hour later, Jeremy took off (after Gabe determined that he was actually sober enough to drive). Castiel and Dean weren't too far behind him, leaving Gabe, Sam, Ray, and Anna. The last three were all quite drunk and Taz was concerned that they'd have to let Ray and Anna crash in the spare room the first night they spent in the house. Fortunately, Gabe volunteered to take them home, giving Luce a very obvious wink. "You two should definitely be alone tonight," he said slyly. Luce wouldn't have been surprised to discover that he'd been eavesdropping on their teasing earlier. In fact, he didn't care because if he was willing to make sure they were alone, all the better. He would be grateful.

The moment the door slammed behind the last of the guests, Luce slammed the older man against the door, their mouths crashing together in a heated kiss. It was all tongues and teeth and when Taz groaned, hands sliding down to cup his lover's ass, Luce rocked his hips against Taz's. "I've been waiting all night to get my hands on you. God, I want to fuck you so bad right now."

Taz grinned, wrapping his leg around one of Luce's. "Do it, love. Fuck me hard." He gave Luce's rear a firm squeeze with one hand and grabbed hold of his hair with the other. "Come on, love—let's christen those new sheets of ours with some of the filthiest sex we've ever had, yeah?"

They definitely made good on that suggestion. Within five minutes, their clothes were strewn on the floor between the front door and the bedroom and they were a tangle of limbs on their new black silk sheets. Taz gasped when Luce pushed the first lubricant-slickened inside him, moaned with the second, and keened with the third. He sharply tugged on Luce's hair, spurring him on. When the younger man finally pressed himself, slowly and torturously, into his hot, eager hole, Taz was able to swallow his first moan of pleasure. But Luce thrust into him again and he couldn't hold back the second moan, dragging its way out of his throat. Luce slid his hands down and held onto Taz's hips, smirking with a third, harder thrust.

Amidst all the breathless panting, the whispered "fuck me harder"s, the murmured "yeah, you like that, baby?"s, Taz managed to pull Luce down by the shoulders and lock his lips and teeth to his neck. Luce finally moaned, pausing for a moment to pull himself back together before pounding in again, harder. "Bloody Hell!" Taz gasped, digging his nails into Luce's back as sparks shot across his vision. He gritted his teeth, arching into the weight of his lover above him, and managed to fix his mouth back down on Luce's neck, desperate to mark him. He knew in the back of his head that the way Luce was gripping his hips, there'd be faint bruises there in the morning. When Luce rocked his hips again, his hard length grazing the older man's prostate like last time, he also knew it wouldn't be long before he fell apart, even without a hand on his own stiff erection. He moaned loudly against Luce's neck, reaching for his cock, but Luce knocked his hand away and pinned his wrists above his head. He smirked, holding his wrists with one hand, and breathed, "No, you were so desperate for my cock. That's all you get." He scraped his teeth over Taz's collarbone and added, "Remember that first night we were together? How you didn't even have to touch me to get me off? I'm gonna do the same to you. I'm gonna make you come from just my cock."

Taz moaned again, spreading his legs further and biting his lip. "God, love, just do it! Just bloody fuck me!" Not that he wasn't very much enjoying Luce's filthy words, because he definitely was. He just knew he would enjoy his actions much more.

And he was right. He let out another loud, ragged moan as Luce's efforts redoubled. He wished he would release his hands, if only so he could scratch up Luce's back like he knew he would appreciate. "Bloody Hell," he gasped as he met Luce's next thrust. "Come on, love, harder!"

Luce obliged, rocking into him even harder. Taz groaned as he saw stars again, almost completely missing the way his lover had started murmuring profanities into his ear and calling him a slut and a whore. But he didn't miss it and he grinned even as he keened, reveling in the dirty words pouring out of his mouth. A moment later, the grin slid off his face as Luce gritted his teeth and thrust into him three times in rapid succession. Taz was so close to coming that he was alright going blind. He wrapped his legs around Luce's waist and moaned, "Please, love, I need to come. Make me come. I'm so bloody close…"

"You're such a fucking whore," Luce hissed into his ear. That was what finally pushed Taz over the edge, arching into him and moaning wantonly. He came hard, his semen splattering against his chest, and he let out a broken, ravaged-sounding keening. Luce moaned softly, pressing his lips to Taz's before pulling back slightly and breathing, "You're so fucking beautiful." A moment later, he was coming, too, filling his lover and finally letting go of his hands.

He slid out of Taz a moment later, drawing a groan out of both men. He kissed the older man again then he moved down. His tongue darted out and he started to lick up the come on Taz's skin. The blonde gasped softly, fisting Luce's hair and bringing him back up for another kiss. Their tongues met and he moaned faintly, taking pleasure in the taste of his seed on his lover's breath. For a wild moment, it seemed like they might never stop kissing, something he wouldn't have minded, but he didn't have the energy for another round right now. But the kiss softened as Luce trailed his fingertips down Taz's cheek, and then he finally pulled back.

"Well, I don't think we woke the neighbors this time," he joked.

"We'll have to do better next time," Taz teased back. Then he coughed.

...yeah.

So. Taz is totally cool with the name-calling, just like Lu likes pain. Um. Yeah. I hope you enjoyed reading this... *buries face in hands* ARE THE SMUT GODS APPEASED YET? (Probably not.)