A/N: Okay, I know, you've waited a little bit. I have literally had no opportunity to write all week. Okay, so here it is. I hope you guys like it. Un-beta'd, of course, just so you know, probably mistakes. Also, just a little warning, a M/M scene is in it, just FYI, but it is an M rated story, so, yeah. Happy reading!
A few hours had passed; more and more of L.A.'s elite had walked into the club, arm candy in tow, all wearing the best designer suits and cocktail dresses around. She thought it might be boring, sitting on her own, but Maze was good company when she wasn't pouring drinks for the other patrons. Chloe was still a little shocked that both she and Lucifer knew her, granted, Chloe only knew her from the brief times they ran into each other at the station. She had always admired Maze. Yes, she was rough and brazen, but she was a woman that didn't put up with anyone's shit, and she respected that.
Lucifer had come back and forth between the bar and his spot at the piano a few times, and Chloe was surprised at the range of music he could play from memory. When he started playing a familiar Metallica song, she was sure only she and Maze were entertained by it. It was great, and Lucifer had looked thoroughly pleased with himself for it. The other patrons, however, were not as enthused by his rendition of Master of Puppets. He played a few classier songs before strutting back towards Chloe and Maze, blowing air out of his pursed lips.
"Okay, I've appeased the masses," he claimed, sitting in the stool next to Chloe. Maze rolled her eyes at him as she dried a freshly cleaned martini glass. "I'm taking a break." He made a point of popping his knuckles before looking back at Maze, who had rolled her eyes again.
"Hands get tired?" Chloe asked, sipping the seltzer water and lime she had instead of alcohol. She did have to drive herself back home, and she was already feeling the couple of drinks she did have. Maze had a very generous pour.
Lucifer looked at her as if she had asked him the most ridiculous question he had ever heard. "Professor, these never get tired," he informed her, flexing his fists and wiggling his fingers on the top of the bar. Maze laughed at that, taking a sip of her own drink she had made a few minutes prior to his arrival. Before she could set it back down, Lucifer reached over and pulled it from her hand, downing the rest of the contents. "Ah, that was awful, what on Earth was that?" he grimaced, nearly choking on the subjectively foul tasting liquid.
Maze sighed heavily, reaching for her empty glass and putting it back behind the bar. "It was a bit of Jagger with a shot of Kahlua," she responded, furrowing her brows at him as if her concoction was the most normal thing out there.
"I'm pretty sure that could win against Bitrex for the most bitter substance known to man!" he exclaimed, looking at the bar on either side of him for something to help soothe his withering tongue. His desperate eyes landed on Chloe's drink and he quickly grabbed the glass and swallowed down the contents in one go. He set the glass down, staring at it for a second, allowing the taste to settle in his mouth. "And that had no alcohol in it," he pointed out, giving Chloe a confused look. "What is wrong with you two?"
Both women looked at each other before breaking out into laughter. "Bitter drink for my bitter soul," Maze got out between laughing spells, calming herself down as she was signaled by someone on the opposite end of the bar.
"I'm glad my discomfort seems to amuse you, Professor," Lucifer huffed, rolling his tongue around in his mouth in apparent disproval for Maze's drink.
"It does a little," she admitted, winking at him before looking down at her phone, completely mortified. She had actually just winked at him. She was blaming on the alcohol coursing through her veins due to the heavy-handed bartender. The screen told her it was just barely 2100, and her old ass was already feeling like she could get in bed. After ensuring that everything was fine at her daughter's sleepover, she slipped the phone back into her bag, resting it on top of the bar. Playing it cool, she dared to look back at him, but he was just casually sitting on the stool glancing at her in deep thought. "What?" she asked after his staring became slightly uncomfortable.
"Come with me," he requested, standing up for the stool and holding out his hand for her to take it. "I want to show you something." Chloe looked from his hand back to his face, raising her eyebrow at him in uncertainty. He could see her hesitation, and knew what it had to be about. "I won't take my clothes off this time," he assured her, switching his weight from one foot to the other. Behind the bar, Maze's mouth opened and her eyes widened, looking between the pair as if she were watching a dramatic scene out of a telenovela.
"Promise?" Chloe asked, narrowing her eyes and lifting her chin, considering taking his hand at his answer. She reached her hand out, hovering it over his, watching his patience begin to wear thin in amusement.
"Yes, yes," he replied quickly, shaking his proffered hand to get her to take it. She placed her hand in his warm palm, his fingers enclosing her hand in his as she slid off the stool and started to follow him. "Not unless you ask me to, of course," he added, earning him a rightful punch to the arm with her free hand. She went to stop him, reaching for her bag sitting on the bar, but Maze grabbed it, sticking it into one of the cubbies behind it before nodding her head in Chloe's direction. The older woman smiled at her, worry in her eyes, but Maze watched her and Lucifer disappear behind the Employees Only doors next to the bar.
He kept hold of her hand as they navigated a dark, narrow hallway, passing by the occasional door. He didn't look back at her, just led them though, making sure she didn't trip over any raised wooden plank or scraped by a stray nail sticking out of the wall. At any other time, Chloe would have been concerned by a man bringing her down a creepy, dark hall, but no such feeling arose. She felt perfectly safe, and she wondered if that should concern her.
"Lucifer, where are we going?" she whispered, trying to keep herself from stumbling on the uneven ground in her heels, having a lack of practice walking in them.
"Why are you whispering?" he answered back, his voice only slightly louder than hers. He held her hand behind his back, almost resting on his lumbar region as they slowly walked through the hall.
"I don't know, it's just what you do in small, dark places," she responded, still in a whisper. She could hear him chuckle under his breath, but he didn't joke about it. Instead, he walked a few more steps before stopping in front of a door. Once she was right next to him, he opened the door, quickly turning on the light by the switch on the inside of the room. Chloe lifted her free hand to cover her eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden increase of light.
"So this club is actually pretty old, and was around during your unfortunate prohibition era," Lucifer narrated, releasing her hand so she could look around the medium-sized room, a small bar on the opposite side from the door. Chloe turned 360 degrees, making small steps in her heels as she took in the entire room. There wasn't much in it aside from the almost miniature bar, a few bar stools, a few wooden chairs, and file boxes.
"It's a historical landmark?" she asked, having dealt with a few issues regarding bulldozers and protesters at a few sites until the status had been verified.
"Yeah, and there's an interesting piece of history in this room," he suggested, stepping closer to her and bending down to get to her level. She raised her eyebrows at him, looking around the room for the possible artifact he could be talking about. Without another word, Lucifer walked over and grabbed one of the small wooden chairs by the bar. There was some obvious wear and tear, as well as a few nicks and dents that covered the cracking wood.
"A chair?" she questioned, not really taking him seriously. He held his hands firmly on the back of the chair, leaning down to do so. She noticed the way he seemed to get wider in this stance, and she shook her head of the (probable) alcohol-induced thoughts of him leaning over her like that.
"Not just any chair, Professor," he started, smirking at her disbelief in the historical relevance. "Take note of the damage done to the seat," he stated, pointing towards the dented seat, scattered with chips and stained a darker color. He watched her study the chair, her head cocking to the side when she recognized what could have caused the damage.
"Someone shot the chair?" she inquired, walking forward and bending down to take a closer look at the seat. She could tell it had been shot, but a smaller caliber gun, but it was damaged, almost as if something had slowed the bullet down before hitting the chair.
"Allegedly, Al Capone shot a poor man in the balls whilst sitting in this chair," Lucifer explained, completely satisfied when Chloe's expression lightened in excitement.
"Allegedly?" she questioned, again, scrunching up her nose at the insinuation of it not being proven, although she still looked very pleased. "Still pretty cool," she added, examining the chair closely one more time before leaning back up to her proper posture. She subconsciously smoothed down her dress, pulling the hem down slightly after it had risen up.
Lucifer smiled at her, happy that she had found this room to be, at the very least, a bit interesting. He watched as she started to walk around, examining the bar stools and walking behind the bar as if looking for clues to other historical phenomena that could have taken place. It was a bit of history about a time when people relished in illegal activity, while making sure it didn't affect anyone else. It was a much simpler time, when wanting to have a good time didn't involve letting other people get hurt. With his family's involvement in the darker side of humanity, he knew firsthand how power could distort your view, seeing others as only pawns to be used for your gain.
Chloe explored a little longer, every now and then turning to look at Lucifer just standing in the middle, lost in thought. When she was done, she slowly approached him, reaching out and touching his arm just below his elbow. The small gesture seemed to shake him from his thoughts, and he gave her a small, saddened smile. He couldn't help but stare at the beauty in front of him; the woman with a sad secret hidden behind her happy eyes. A woman that seemed to have walls built up, much like himself, and had no one who could tear them down. He felt as if he could, having climbed up the wall only to lose his footing and fall back down. He knew she could break his walls if she tried to, but she had hardly ever done more than brush her fingers over the rough surface and back away when she felt the material start to crumble.
"Can I show you something else?" he asked, this time, his voice a quiet whisper. He was a little nervous about what he wanted to show her. It was something from when he first came to America after leaving home. After having been beaten and cast out like disappointment he was to his family.
"Yeah," she replied softly, one corner of her mouth turning up in a short smile. His demeanor had suddenly changed, and he had gone from confident to caution in less than a second. She could see the mild hesitation as he walked past her towards the door, but he also looked determined. As if he were trying to prove something to himself, not just her. She followed him out of the room, turning off the light and closing the door behind her. Out in the hallway, Lucifer walked a few feet further down, turning towards a door on the opposite side of the hall.
He waited for Chloe to get closer before he slowly opened the door. He was holding his breath as he turned on the light, letting her walk inside before following her, leaving the door slightly ajar. Once inside, Chloe could see it was smaller than the last room, an old twin-sized bed was pushed against one wall, the other wall was covered with more filing boxes and cabinets. She looked around the room again, searching for anything she might have missed the first couple of times. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at Lucifer standing by the door behind her. He looked a little nervous, but other than that, just acted more reserved than he had in the other room.
"Are you about to tell me someone died in here?" she joked, turning completely to face him. He chuckled at her question, leaning back against the wall behind him.
"No," he responded, the smile slightly fading from his lips. "I used to stay in here, when I first came to America," he added, his eyes darting to the bed behind her before returning to her eyes. He stood, waiting for her to look confused, but she remained stoic, her lips parting the slightest bit as she considered the room around them. "You see, when I was 22, I had a huge fall-out with my family and was no longer welcome, so I had to leave, and go somewhere far away."
Chloe listened to him tell a small piece of his life story while standing in the room, barely larger than a closet, where he used to stay. She watched as he nervously tapped the wall behind him with his fingers, occasionally pulling at her ear as he spoke. He was completely serious, a state in which she hardly ever saw him in. The words about his family seemed to be superficial, as if the falling-out was just a paper cut to the actual wound.
"I had remembered that someone told me that if you want to rebel, you go to L.A., so I did just that. I hoped on a plane, with nothing but an extra change of clothes and a little bit of cash." He tucked his twitching hands into his pockets, trying to still his nerves as he continued the watered-down version of his story. "When I landed, Maze was the first person I met, after she literally ran into me chasing after a bounty." He laughed at his words as he remembered the event as if it had just happened. He finally looked up, seeing that Chloe had walked a little closer to him, her arms folded across her stomach and her eyes roaming over his features. She was listening intently, and genuinely seemed interesting in learning something about him.
"Maze and I hit it off, and to make a long story short, she set me up with the owners of this place, and they gave me a job, and a place to stay," he said, pulling a hand out of his pocket to waive it in the air. "So this room was my first chance at the American Dream all of you speak so highly about." He only smiled when he saw the corners of her mouth turn up. He hoped she could tell he had opened up, regardless of the lack of substance in his storytelling. It was something no one but Maze and the owners knew about, and now she was part of that small group.
She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it, searching for the right words to say. Lucifer had just opened himself up to her, provided her with a little snippet of his life, his past, which seemed to not be an easy topic for him to discuss. He no longer looked nervous, more anxious in waiting for her to respond to his narration. There was so much she could say, but she was afraid to go deep, afraid of what she might allow herself to feel.
"So, who gave you that wise advice about rebelling?" she asked sarcastically, lowering her face so she had to look up at him through thick lashes. She kept her question light on purpose, knowing that he could easily fall onto witty conversation over heavy discussion.
He wondered how someone could smile so beautifully all the time, but he stopped himself from being distracted by her lips. "A porn star," he admitted shamelessly, laughing at Chloe's taken-aback expression. "It sounded right at the time," he added in defense, pushing himself off of the wall to stand firmly in front of her. "Besides, it's probably the best advice I've ever received.
Her smile faded slightly and her eyes widened, watching as he stood directly in front of her, just far enough away to not touch. "How so?" she asked softly, holding his gaze as he looked down at her, his neck just a few inches away from her face, thanks to the extra height of her shoes.
"Well, I would have never experienced freedom like I have here," he stated carefully, taking a half step closer to her. She took a sharp intake of breath as his hip gently brushed her arms, still crossed over her stomach. She wondered what he meant by freedom, but he was too close for her to focus on his words. She could feel his breath against her face, feel the warmth of his body washing over her skin, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. She finally exhaled as he bent his head down closer to her, but he made no other move.
"And, I would have never met you." He lifted his hand, caressing her chin between his thumb and pointer finger and tilted her face up towards his. She closed her eyes and let the moment take her as she felt his lips settle on top of hers timidly. She didn't resist, and she really didn't want to. The softness behind the kiss had her desperate for more. She wanted to feel and taste more, but neither made a move to deepen anything. He opened his mouth just enough to pull her bottom lip between his own, sucking her skin gently before releasing it with a shuddering breath. He pressed his forehead against hers, and she looked up to find his dark eyes looking into her light ones. He needed it even more than she did. She leaned up as far as she could and kissed him gently but firmly.
The only sounds in the air were shaky breaths and the slow smacking of lips as they both sighed the release of built-up tension into each other's mouths. His lips moved slowly over hers, slanting with her mouth as she parted her lips to let his tongue slip in behind her teeth. The wet muscle curved behind her top row of teeth, making contact with her tongue and tasting her. She tasted better than he had imagined in the multiple times he had pleasured himself to her image. She was sweet and fruity, her warmth matching his own.
When one of his hands held on to the back of her head through her hair, the other cupping the side of her face to deepen the kiss, she started to smell an industrial scent, one that hadn't been there moments before. The scent slowly increased with every bit of pressure she felt from his fingers; a damp mildew forming in her olfactory senses. She could feel her heart rate start to rise as he gently turned them around so she now had her back to the wall. As his lips left her mouth, tracing the line of her jaw and working their way along her pulse point, the coloring in the room changed from the soft yellow and tan of the room to the dark grey and blue of concrete and metal under moonlight.
She placed her hands on the front of his arms, gripping his biceps as the hand in hair tugged her tresses, forcing her head back and exposing her throat for his teeth to scrape down. She swallowed thickly, both arousal and panic fighting for dominance in her mind as she tried to focus on what was happening at the current moment. She could feel the tickle of his stubble along the delicate skin of her neck and she gasped when she felt his tongue dip into the hollow at the base of her throat. A quiet groan escaped his chest at her sound, moving his hand away from her face, dragging it down her back to rest behind her hip.
The softer sounds of their breath and clothes rubbing together were rapidly muffled by the echoing of concrete and the grunts of a violent man shoving her broken jaw into the ground with a sweaty, hairy hand as he wrenched her jeans down over her hips with the other. Her eyes flew open and slight relief flooded through her veins at the site of Lucifer and the room they were in. Her grip on his arms tightened as she tried to ground herself and stop the onslaught of painful memories. She tried to focus on the way his muscles flexed under her palms, the heat of his skin through the shirt, and the way his breath felt going up her neck before he planted his mouth of hers again.
His actions were stronger now; his kiss was more energetic, his hands roaming and squeezing her body in all of the right places. She wanted it, she wanted to feel him all over her, but the undying fear kept bubbling over the surface, conflicting with her desire in heated battle. When she felt Lucifer's hips grind into hers, pushing her into the wall, the scent of him and their surroundings completely faded from her consciousness. She was back on the moonlit cement, the smell of sweat and dirt filling her nose and the taste of blood coating her mouth. Heavy hands were pressing onto her chest and throat, holding her down and controlling her airway as thick, abusive hips rut into her relentlessly. She no longer heard the erotic gasps of a younger man, instead the sickening grunts and groans of her attacker infiltrated her eardrums. The only thing she wanted was to be out of there, to never have to be held down like that, to never have force themselves inside her body ever again. To never feel as violated and dirty as she had felt that night.
In the distance, she could hear a frantic voice calling her name as her mind started to fade away from her memory and swam back to the present. She felt strong, gentle hands on her sides, not like the hands that had stripped her of her dignity. Slowly, a handsome face appeared through the haze, his dark eyes wide with worry. She could feel her eyes burning, but knew that no tears had fallen, and she could feel her body shaking. It was all wrong, she shouldn't be shaking for this reason, she should be shaking from Lucifer's hands undoing her tension. Shamefully, she looked up at him just as he lifted his hands to cup her face. His thumbs stroked her cheeks reassuringly, just as he had done the night she went out with Ella.
She saw legitimate concern in his features, and she felt guilty for that. He shouldn't be worried. He shouldn't have been in this situation to begin with. She should have never agreed to go out with him that night. She had crossed a boundary she never thought she would cross, and now she had led him on. She wasn't just a broken woman, unable to be touched by men, she was someone that had allowed her feelings get control over her mind, and he would suffer for her transgression.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked her softly, brushing hair behind her ear. He had realized that something wasn't right when he had pressed their bodies closer. She had frozen, her hands gripping his arms until her knuckles were white. Her eyes were open, but she was looking past him and out into a void. He couldn't get her attention, and when she had started to shake, he had had no idea what to do. Calling her name and holding her tightly seemed to bring her back to reality.
She could feel her lips trembling as she opened her mouth to answer him, but nothing came out. She focused on controlling her breathing, dampening her panic and calming her nerves. When she felt sure enough her voice would actually work, she answered him. "I can't do this, I'm sorry. I have to go," she blurted out, trying to get out of his hold without having to look back at him.
"Wait, what did I do?" he questioned, keeping his voice as gentle as he could. She had kissed him back, he was sure of it. She had held on to him, too, and she had even initiated her own kiss. "I thought… you seemed to want it too," he added, more to himself than to Chloe. She watched him back away slowly, looking at her as if he had been wrong.
"This was a mistake," she stated, taking a deep breath once her lungs seemed to want to listen to her again. "I shouldn't have let that happen." She dared to look up at him, and what she found nearly tore her open. He had backed farther away, his shoulders rounding in on his body, his hands limp by his sides, and his eyes wide with shame. He looked so hurt by her words, a familiar pain he seemed to feel often. When his eyes met hers, they shared a moment of mutual sorrow for something neither of them could come clean about. "I'm sorry," she whispered before leaving him in the room.
She walked back down the dark hallway, tripping a few times over raised board without Lucifer to guide her. Once she made it back out to the club, she walked over to the bar and stood in the spot she had been sitting in less than half an hour earlier. Maze finished pouring a drink for a woman before walking back over to Chloe, looking around for Lucifer.
"Hey, where's Lu-," Maze started to ask, but what interrupted by Chloe.
"I have to go," she told the other woman as plainly as possible. She wasn't in the mood to explain what had happened, she was too ashamed by her reaction.
"Okay," Maze drawled out, reaching down and pulling Chloe's bag out of the cubby. She handed it over and watched as Chloe slung it over her shoulder. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just need to go," Chloe lied, starting to walk towards the door she came in through. "It was nice seeing you again," she called back to her, disappearing into the small crowds of people and out into the fresh, smoke-free air. She took a few deep breaths, letting the cleaner air filter out the negativity swimming in her body. She suddenly felt very tired from the panic attack she had and wanted nothing more than to go home, scrub away the memories in a too-hot shower, and get into her bed and sleep. She walked over the valet, handing the boy her ticket, and waited for her car. Her body had stopped shaking, even with the cool breeze blowing through her hair, and she took that as a good sign.
When she got into her car, the temperature set perfectly for her, she drove away from The Silver City, away from a problem she wasn't sure how she would sort out, away from a guy she was dangerously attracted to, and away from temptation that seemed to spur her worst nightmare. She would have to deal with it once she got home, for now, she just needed to focus on driving and ignoring the slick dampness between her thighs.
Her reaction was not at all the few that he had expected. He had prepared himself for a hard slap on his cheek, he had prepared himself for her to yell at him, and he had prepared himself for her to willingly accept his move. What he had not expected was for her to kiss him back and then shudder away in fear. He wracked his brain for what he could have done to frighten her. The moment had been soft and inviting, he hadn't thrown himself at her and he hadn't let himself get carried away. He went slow, at her speed, and he felt like he gave her plenty of opportunity to stop it. All of that, and she froze on the spot, sheer panic evident in her wide, blue eyes. Her reaction was so strong, it had scared him.
Even with that, he had been okay with. Once she seemed to come back to him and recognize him, he felt like they were okay. And then she called it a mistake. Those words coming from her soft, just-kissed pink lips had been worse than any injury he had ever endured. How could anything as wonderful and meaningful as that have been a mistake? The small gasps she made, the goosebumps on her skin that he felt; how was any of that wrong? He had never felt anything like that, not even with Eve.
After she walked away, he could do nothing but stand there, hurt and ashamed, trying to control the raging hard-on he had in his trousers. His arousal had been instantaneous the moment her lips parted for him. He had been foolish to think he had the right to do any of that. He had been foolish to assume her consensual behavior was just that. Now, he wasn't sure if she would ever want to see him again, let alone work with him. He had, possibly, just fucked up his chance of getting to know her and winning her over.
He stormed out of his old quarters and back out into the club. He walked straight behind the bar, looking through the multiple bottles lined up until he found the one he wanted, popping off the slow-pour mechanism and tossing it to the ground. He brought the bottle of amber liquid up to his lips as Maze walked into his field of vision.
"What the hell happened?" she question him, her voice raising over the ambient chatter of the customers. He could see concern in her eyes, but it wasn't for him. He wondered if Chloe had been crying when she left.
"I don't want to talk about it," he explained, gulping down large swallows and letting the burn travel down to his stomach. It was times like these he wished alcohol could take an immediate effect.
"Oh, that's right," Maze exclaimed sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest. "You prefer to just drink your problems away." She raised her eyebrow at him, knowing he was upset about something. She wished she knew how to get him to talk to her before he drank and drugged himself into oblivion. She couldn't even remember the number of times she'd had to force booze and pills back up before he overdosed on them. That's when he'd finally talk to her, on the floor of whatever bathroom they could get to.
Lucifer did nothing but take another swig from the bottle, a fake smirk spreading over his lips. He watched his friend walk away from him, rolling her eyes as she turned. No matter what, he knew she would be around to help him pick up this pieces of his mind and soul before he had to be a normal human again. At this point, he wasn't sure he cared. The night was still pretty young, he had only been with the Professor in the bowels of the club for twenty minutes, and he still had over half his shift ahead of him. Bottle in hand, he stalked back over to the large instrument towards the center of the room, a few of the patrons eager to hear more.
He could still taste the sweet citrus from her lips on his tongue as he played the piano mindlessly, just letting his hands flow over the keys in a depressingly dark tune that fit his mood. He'd brushed off multiple passes by a few older women, not in the disposition to get down on his knees and delicately take care of their needs. He was in the mood to throw someone around, have his way with them and make them take all of his self-loathing in the form of a proper rough fuck.
As if by divine intervention, he felt his phone buzz against the top of his thigh. For a split second, he hoped it was Chloe, but he knew better than to think that. He pulled it out and was only slightly surprised by the message he received. It was only just after 2200, he would have plenty of time to take care of this and still come back and finish the shift. Maze would get over it, eventually. He put his phone back in his pocket before standing, leaving the bottle on top of the instrument before walking towards the bar. He stood behind a middle-aged couple to get her attention, which she gave him reluctantly.
"I have something I have to take care of," he started, reaching for his keys in his other pocket. "I'll be back in an hour, two hours tops." He went to leave, but Maze leaned over the bar to stop him.
"Where are you going?" she demanded, reaching out to grab his arm at the elbow. She held his stare for a second before he pulled his arm out of her grasp.
"I have to go take care of something. I will be back," he stated again, this time walking straight out of the doors towards the back of the building where staff parked. He could feel the liquor coursing through his body, but he was a well-practiced tipsy driver, and he knew his limits. He wasn't quite there yet. The roar of the engine vibrated his entire body, buzzing numbed nerve endings back to life like an electrical shock. No matter how serendipitous the situation was, he wasn't going to complain about being able to fix some of his problems that night: his need to ease ache of rejection in his chest and the throbbing in his pants.
As he walked towards the Criminal Justice building, he wondered why Charlotte was still on campus this late, on a weekend. He didn't ponder on it too long, deciding he didn't really care for the reason, he just came when called. As her message said, the door was unlocked and he was able to get inside and climb the stairs of the empty building with ease. When he approached her office, he found the door was pulled against the frame, but wasn't closed. He could hear two people talking, a woman and a man, on the other side of the door. He pushed it open slowly before walking inside, cautiously observing the two people in the room.
"Lucifer, so good of you to make it," Charlotte grinned from behind her desk. The man in the chair parted his mouth, his tongue running along the edge of his top teeth, taking in the appearance of the slightly younger man at the door.
"Don't have much of a choice, now, do I?" he asked sarcastically. He stepped into her office more, closing the door behind him. He shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting whatever her request of him was.
"We all have a choice," Charlotte teased, leaning onto her elbows that were resting on the desk. "We just have to be willing to accept the consequences." She gave Lucifer a knowing grin, fully aware of what his consequences would be if he didn't come. With a final smile, she glanced at the other man in the room before returning her gaze to Lucifer. She could see both men measuring the other, just like men did when they first met, and excitement buzzed throughout her body.
"This is Professor Andrews," Charlotte introduced, smiling between the two men as she stood and walked towards Lucifer. "He's one of the new Law professors this year, and he's also the assistant coach for the boy's swim team." Her last statement came out like it should matter to Lucifer what this man was and what he did. He remained silent, slowly looking at the other man and Charlotte, waiting for someone to say something or explain what he was doing there.
Charlotte stood directly in front of him, reaching out her slender fingers and toying with the top button of Lucifer's shirt. "I've known Cole since he was just an eager and enthusiastic TA," she stated, running her hands along the span of his chest. "I helped him get his teaching position here, so we like to help each other out from time to time." Charlotte continued to talk as her hands wandered over Lucifer's torso as if he were her prized bull. "He just happened to overhear one of the boys talking about you in the locker room. Seems like he knew you pretty well." With that, Charlotte looked down, obviously eyeing Lucifer's crotch as a point to her words.
"I'm not in the mood to play games here," Lucifer spat, looking down at Charlotte's hands as they toyed with the top of his pants. "What am I doing here if you already have a toy?" He was beginning to lose his patience with the situation. He had expected to show up, fuck her brains out, and leave to go back to work, not to walk in here with company.
"You agreed to do anything I wanted when I called you, did you not?" she asked him, reluctantly pulling her hands away from him to return to her seat behind her desk.
"Yes, I'm aware, that's why I'm here," he stated, the frustration in his voice evident. He looked over at the man sitting in one of the chairs in front of her desk. Cole was eyeing him carefully as if he were trying to memorize his features.
"Well, with my new knowledge on your indiscriminant sex life, I figured you might want to meet my dear friend, here." Charlotte smirked up at him from her seat, glancing at Cole before returning her gaze to the man standing near the door.
Lucifer tilted his chin up, his jaw jutting out in revelation as his eyes narrowed in the woman's direction. "So what, you thought you could just say, 'here, you fuck men, fuck this one, too,'?" He eyed the other man, noticing that he was attractive, early thirties, at the most, and appeared to be only a few inches shorter than him. He had light brown hair, hazel eyes, and sun-tanned skin. His build was nice, sturdy, much like the swimmers he helped coach. With a body like that, Lucifer was sure he could take a good amount of force. That was an appealing thought, in his current state of unsettlement.
"Pretty much," Charlotte responded shamelessly. "I mean, look at the two of you. Who wouldn't want to watch that?" Her question was rhetorical, Lucifer knew that, and he had to hand it to her, the woman unabashedly expressed whatever she wanted, he knew that first hand. He turned his gaze towards Cole, taking in the anticipatory expression in his eyes. He could tell that he wanted it, he was more than willing to have sex with him right now. Who was he kidding? He was ready to pound into anything remotely human at this point. It would be a brief reprieve from the torture his mind was inflicting on him. A break from hearing Chloe's voice telling him it was a mistake.
"You called me here to give you your own personalized porn performance?" he questioned, obvious frustration in his tone. "Tell me, is it the watching or directing that gets you all hot and bothered?" He took his hounds out of his pockets and folded his arms over his chest, getting an interested reaction out of the other man in the room.
"Really? You're going to judge me? Remember, you're the one who agreed to this little arrangement just so you could try and fuck you teacher." Her tone remained flat, as if she knew she had won the argument before he could even answer. With that, he resigned any come-back he had at the ready. She was right. He had no room to make any judgments or sit on any moral high-ground. He was just as bad as she was, worse even. At least he was in the know of her intentions.
Lucifer studied the other man. He could tell he wanted him, he could see it in the way his eyes were wide, his lips parted, and his chest rising and falling in deep breaths. The man wanted him, deeply desired his physical touch, and he liked that. He had been rejected once that night, he wasn't about to let an opportunity for physical contact to go to waste, not when he could satisfy Charlotte's end of the bargain, as well. Two birds with one hard stone.
"Okay, I'll play," he agreed, smiling at the professor sitting in the chair. He let his tongue run along his bottom lip as he checked him out from his seated position. When he made eye contact with the man again, he was all but jumping up to attack.
"I guess the remaining question is, who's fucking who?" Charlotte raised her eyebrow in their direction. She brought her long legs up and propped them on the desk, crossing at the knee. It was clear that she was done with their discussion, wanting to move on with what she called him over to do.
Lucifer turned his head to look at her, chuckling with a huff while giving her an as if expression. "Oh, I think Professor Andrews already knows the answer to that," he chimed, turning to smirk at the man in front of him. "Don't you?" Lucifer knew it was pretty clear. It wasn't just his foul mood exuberating an air of dominance, it was the atmosphere set by both men. Cole probably dominated his fair share of smaller men, but Lucifer wasn't a man to submit. He knew Cole could sense that just as much as he knew the man would easily, and willingly, bend over for him.
Cole rose from his seat slowly, keeping his eyes on Lucifer and swallowing thickly. "Yes," he replied, voice strong and sure. Lucifer watched him lick his lips, the five o' clock shadow on his face was prominent around the soft pink of his lips. He noticed they were dressed similarly, only Cole didn't have a waistcoat. He knew it probably looked good from Charlotte's view; just like a purposeful wardrobe match in a porn. Lucifer made the first move, taking the final step towards him and capturing his lips with his own. He immediately forced his tongue inside Cole's mouth as he wrapped his hand behind the man's neck. Cole's hands landed on his chest, squeezing and pulling at the material of his shirt as he let Lucifer commanding tongue dominate his mouth.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked after he pulled away from his face. The other man was already breathing hard, nodding his reply as he tried to lean in for another kiss. Lucifer shook his head with a smirk, humming in disproval as Cole tried to take what he wanted. "I need to ask you something first," he whispered against the man's ear. He heard him whine a little, but he started to melt under Lucifer's grip, quickly learning who was in charge. Lucifer ran his free hand down Cole's body, feeling the soft curves of tensing muscle under his fingertips. He groaned and he could feel the other man's cock growing against his hip.
"You can say I'm not in the best of moods, and all I really want to do is fuck you through any surface I decide to throw you on. How does that sound?" He drug his hand lower, towing with the top of Cole's pants, tugging on the material and forcing their hips closer together. Lucifer's own erection was pressing into the other man's hip along his side and Cole ground into it.
"Sounds great," the other man moaned, a pleased smile forming on his lips. His hands were rubbing along Lucifer's abs and sides, trying to pull him closer. Lucifer moved the hand on Cole's neck up into his hair, tugging his head back and grabbing one of his wrists with his free hand. Cole bit his lower lip with a grunt, peering at Lucifer through slanted eyes.
"You're okay with me not playing nice?" Lucifer asked seductively in his ear, letting his teeth graze along the lobe. He felt Cole's cock throb against him, and he knew he had him. He wondered if Charlotte was enjoying this, or if she was more looking forward to the main event. Honestly, he didn't care. He was going to take what he could from this main, ring him out, and leave him breathless and aching.
"Oh, God, yes," Cole groaned out through clenched teeth. He tried to fight Lucifer's hold, but gave up quickly. If anyone could set fire when need, he would have done it.
"Mmm, that's what I wanted to hear," he moaned, taking his hand away from the man's pants and gripping his collar tightly. "How bad do you want it?" He could feel Cole desperately trying to lean forward to feel his lips again, but he wouldn't allow it. He needed his lips somewhere else.
"So fucking bad," he grunted, staring at Lucifer through his lashes. He could see the animalistic drive in the other man, and he knew that this was going to be good. He would definitely be able to release some tension here.
"Show me," Lucifer demanded, lifting his hands and pressing on the man's shoulders, pushing he down to his knees. Cole knew what to do and he immediately went to work on the belt and button before him. Lucifer felt him pull down the zipper, opening his slacks and releasing his member from the confines of fabric. Cole was surprised by the lack of underwear, but he eagerly took the waiting member in hand, squeezing firmly. Lucifer raised in eyebrow down at him, humming his appreciation as the other man admired his girth and length as if he were looking at the statue of David.
He held eye contact with the woman in the chair, a smug expression on his features as the other man continued to tease him. Lucifer's eyes fluttered and lips parted when Cole's mouth took him in and he smirked at Charlotte. If she wanted a show, he would certainly deliver one. He started to work on the buttons of his shirt, slowly going down his body and letting his hips match the movements of the mouth on his cock. He tossed his shirt behind him and toed out of his shoes. He bent at his hips, his torso leaning over the other man's head, and stepped out of his pants and socks. Cole pushed them away before running his hands up Lucifer's thighs and resting them along his hips.
He moaned around his cock and Lucifer held on to his hair as he started to thrust into his mouth. Out of curiosity, he didn't let him pull back, instead, he shoved himself deeper into his mouth, pushing his head farther down until he felt his throat give way and he slid down it completely. He groaned loudly as he pulled the other man's head away, growling as Cole managed to cough with a smile on his face. Not wanting to wait any more, Lucifer pulled him up and went for his pants. The lighter-haired man was admiring Lucifer's naked frame as his pants were roughly pushed down his hips. Before letting them fall down, Cole reached into his pocket and handed Lucifer a small foil packet.
"Take your clothes off," Lucifer ordered, taking the foil square from him and pushing him back with a hand to the center of his chest. He watched the other man do was he was told, kicking out of his shoes and pants while unbuttoning his shirt in a rush of excitement. He took note of the lean frame the other man had, the striations of well-conditioned muscles rippled under skin, and he appreciated the athleticism. It would make this part more fun; more of a challenge. He slid the latex over his spit-covered cock, stretching the rubber over him while Cole watched.
Once the man was just as undressed as he was, Lucifer walked over to him and pushed him back towards the desk. The back of Cole's legs his the side of the desk and Lucifer roughly spun him around, pushing his back down so his chest and stomach were flat against the document-covered wood. Lucifer had purposefully put them here, right in front of Charlotte so she had a very up-close-and-personal view of her two-man show. Cole moaned from his position, his hips rutting in anticipation when he felt Lucifer stand behind him. The taller man grabbed the firm globes in front of him, spreading them as he dropped down to his knees. Lucifer ran his tongue over the puckered ring, grunting as Cole nearly whined his appreciation.
He let his tongue ready the tight hole, spitting on the tight hole for lubrication before standing and lining himself up. Their similar height made this position very easy, his eager hole right where Lucifer needed it. He held Cole's hip with one hand, the other was holding the base of his cock as he started to press at the entrance. He could feel Cole's body tense in anticipation of penetration, but he didn't move or pull away. Lucifer greatly appreciated the man's willingness to take it without hesitation.
With slow, steady pressure, Lucifer pushed himself into the tight ring of muscle, watching as the other man slammed his fist into the desk, but didn't tell him to stop. Lucifer let the drag of muscle around him occupy his senses as he bottomed out, pressing all he could into him. He held the other man steady with one hand gripping the top of his shoulder and the other pressing his torso down on the desk. His hips were off, giving Cole the opportunity to stroke himself while being fucked. Lucifer was relentless, but he wasn't evil.
He furiously pounded into him, the desk jolting with each thrust as he put every ounce of his frustration and hurt into his actions. He didn't want this taking too long, he needed to get back, but he wanted to feel the exertion, feel the thick wall of muscle around his cock finally relax only to clamp down around him in orgasm. He drove into the other man without worry of his feelings or wellbeing, he was clearly enjoying himself, stroking his cock with the same vigor Lucifer was putting into his thrusts. It was distracting and physical; everything he needed to quiet his head and snuff out the feelings and let someone else feel them for a while.
Lucifer turned his head slightly to look at Charlotte. He could see her pupils dilated in arousal, her lips wet from being licked, and her cheeks slightly flushed. She was pleased with their performance, and it sickened him that he felt good about that. He moved his gaze away, focusing on the physical sensations he could feel. The fluttering around his cock signaled him to Cole's impending release, and he was ready for him to cum so he could get the release he so desperately needed.
He changed his angle, leaning over the man's back and gripping his hair tightly. He let his forearm rest between his shoulder blades as the other gripped the desk, deepening and strengthening his thrusts. Cole cried out at the new angle, breathing heavy and hard as he continued to stroke himself in a furious rhythm. Lucifer watched as an endless spray of expletives left his mouth while his cum spurt out onto the side of the desk, rolling down, but not quite able to drip to the floor. With his ass clamped around him, Lucifer was able to force himself through the man's orgasm until he felt his own release spring from its coil.
With a loud growl, he emptied himself into the latex casing deep in the other man's ass, their sweat-covered bodies gliding against each other with little friction. The sounds of panting and movement were the only noise that could be heard. Lucifer pulled himself out, pulling off the condom and discarding it into the trash next to the desk. He watched Cole slowly lean up and turn around, but he didn't look him, instead he sought out his clothes. He wondered if Charlotte was pleased with their performance, but she wasn't saying anything either, and Lucifer wasn't wanting to fish for any compliments.
He put his clothes back on without saying a word, without even looking at the other people in the room. No one spoke as he slid his shoes on and made sure his keys were still in his pocket. He walked out of Charlotte's office at a steady pace, pulling the door to without so much as a glance back. He left the building and walked back towards the parking garage, the cool night air soothing his heated skin. He got back in his car and drove off back towards The Silver City. He knew Maze was going to be pissed, but he could handle that. Who knows, maybe she would throw something at him for leaving her hanging. All he knew was that his body only felt slightly less tight, but his mind was still just as twisted as it was before. He was nearly as relieved as he had hoped to be, and he feared no amount of alcohol or drug would help soothe the pain in his chest. But it wouldn't stop him from trying.
A/N: Okay…. So? Happy? Haha. They finally kissed! I know some of you are like, "Jesus, finally!" It was planned to take a bit, but I hope you're not too sad about how it went. A bit angsty, yes, but I do hope you (maybe) enjoyed the end…. Maybe? Let me know what you thought. I'll try my best to not make you wait too long again ;) Until next time, dark ones….