Happy Holidays to everyone.
I hope everyone has managed to find something to celebrate at this time of year amongst everything happening.
Life has a way of getting crazy so it is important to take some 'YOU' time to recharge.
Anyway, this chapter has been a long time coming with the first appearance of Lucifer, set-up for future chapters and generally getting characters where I want them... I say where I want them but what I really mean is where they want to go within the framework.
As always, Harry Potter, Lucifer, and Wishmaster is in the hands of their respective owners, I'm just playing about with the world's.
Firestarter is owned by The Prodigy and Wicked Game by the legendary Chris Isaacs.
CONTENT WARNING
This chapter has a sex scene between Harry and Lance.
Chapter 16: Devil of a time
~~ 13th July 1996, Lance Apartment ~~
~~ Harry's POV ~~
"Soo, this Pentecostal seal, you're gonna use it to summon the devil?" Lance said.
Harry looked up from the floor where he'd put the finishing touches to the design, having moved the furniture out of the way so he could summon Lucifer in a safer area.
"Yeah, I don't have a lot of options, and he's one of the few that may know how to use the Veil, are you having second thoughts?"
"You know me, Harry, I'm down for this, curious myself on what the guys like. After all, someone whose job is to punish evil can't be all bad right?"
Harry knew they didn't need words as he looked over at Lance, meeting the man's eyes. The man knew such terms as good and evil were subjective when one was in the loop about celestial matters.
Harry took a deep breath and relaxed, shifting into his true appearance. Still not a full Djinn, but no longer human by any definition.
His fingernails had grown sharp and he sliced open his left palm, flexing it a few times so the blood could pool. To this, he, added the soul-stone and squeezed it tight to coat it, then allowed it the drop onto the seal.
"Y'know, the puzzled look on your face ruins the whole Djinn mystique," Lance quipped with a smile.
Harry shot him a glare which only cause Lance's smile to turn into a smirk, he couldn't help but smirk back.
"To paraphrase Herpo, no flowery shit, keep it short and simple."
Harry nodded.
"Lucifer Morningstar, I call upon you to appear before me." His intonation was clear and spoken with a bit of his power thrown in.
The circle lit up before a brief flash of light revealed the powerful figure of a man in a red, crushed velvet suit. Dark hair and keen brown eyes that were borderline black held a deep intelligence.
"Hello there, Lucifer Morningstar at your service, I must say it's been a good while since I was last summoned to earth by a human magic-user, well scratch that, demi-human. And you're half Djinn as well, my-my, how did that happen."
Harry was somewhat taken aback upon hearing the strong British accent, all the ways he'd imagined the Devil to be like, that voice wasn't one of them.
"Lucifer, I'm Harry, Harry Potter and that's Lance Devery over there, I need something from you—"
"Say no more, I'm happy enough to skip the foreplay and get down to it, now where's the bedroom hmm?" Lucifer asked looking around the place.
"Bedroom?" did he hear that right? what did the devil think he wanted.
"The bedroom. We can start here if you wish, though, it's usually you that deals in wishes." Lucifer chuckled.
"Whoa there a second, Harry didn't summon you for sex, he's after help and information," Lance jumped in, seeing that Harry was at a loss.
"Only help and information? Are you saying you don't want to make like Lionel and go all night long? I guarantee a ménage a trois with me will be an unforgettable experience." Feeling breathless, Lance had gone bright red as Lucifer stood close to the man.
The air grew thick with power
"Tell me, what is it you truly de—,"
"Lucifer!" Harry yelled, the deep power in his voice called the immediate attention of the devil.
"Ok-ok, no need to go biblical, bloody hell. With the whipped cream, chocolate sauce and wine on the counter, I assumed sex was what you were after," Lucifer said exasperated.
"Does, hmm, does that usually mean sex to you?" Lance asked from his position leaning against the said counter, he looked weak in the knees.
"Usually yes, though most times it involves more people. Do you need to take care of that?"
Harry looked to where Lucifer had indicated and smirked, spying the damp patch on Lance's grey trousers.
"Er, yeah, I should, umm." Lance didn't say more as he left to go change.
"I have that effect on people," the devil quipped as they both watch Lance leave.
Lucifer walked over to the counter and gave the wine a critical look.
"Anything higher quality knocking about? Preferably a single malt."
Harry nodded as he summoned the now clean stone back to him, retrieving a twenty-five-year-old bottle of Laphroaig and three glasses from the cupboard.
"I've been alive since the birth of the universe and I've never come across a Djinn/Human hybrid, so, what's your story?"
They moved and sat on the couch; an expectant look on Lucifer's face as he waited for Harry to collect his thoughts.
Harry had Lucifer's complete focus, and from what little he knew of the devil, that was rare so, he gave a summary of what happened. Lance had joined them halfway through wearing a fresh pair of trousers and sat next to Harry, taking a glass for himself.
"Well, that's quite a story, I wouldn't have thought old Afrit could find a juicy little loop-hole like that, it begs the question why you need my help though."
A sudden look of annoyance crossed the devil's face as he gave Harry a hard stare.
"Oh I see now, you're succumbing to the more evil instincts of the djinn and want advice. Well, here's a news flash for you, I'm. Not. Evil! I never have been, it's your lot that whispers across the veil into the ears of the weak-willed leaving me with the bad rep. I mean, demonic possessions haven't been a thing since the eighteen hundreds."
Lucifer was pacing as he ranted, Harry let him get it out knowing what it felt like from the Heir of Slytherin fiasco.
"I get it… you have thousands of years of bad press saying you're evil, I never trust the press, I've been on the receiving end myself," Harry empathised.
"What is it you want then?" Lucifer asked, deflating after his small outburst.
"My godfather, he fell through the archway used to banish Djinn and is now stuck in Limbo, I was hoping you could tell me how it worked so I could get him back."
"Right, here's the snag, I was never one to learn the workings of those arches, the fact is I've forgotten most things about that time," Lucifer stated.
Harry nodded, remembering what Afrit had said about it.
"The Final Judgment," no sooner had the words left his mouth, a small tremor ran through the room and all the light flickered.
"Try not to mention that again, I don't think the universe can take the strain of a true verbalisation," Lucifer said with unease.
"Do you know anyone else that may be able to help?" Harry asked as he looked about with a mixture of curiosity and fear.
"Now-now, I said I don't know how to work those arches, not that I couldn't still help."
Lucifer poured himself another glass of whisky, savouring the taste a moment.
"While I'm persona non grata in heaven, it doesn't stop me from going to Limbo to have a nosey round… for a price," Lucifer had been walking around as he talked, flicking through some of the books on Lance's bookshelf.
"What do you want? Money… souls?" Harry ventured with some hesitation.
"Why do people assume I'm after souls, it's your lot that likes to harvest them, no, I deal in favours and it's a simple one.
Lucifer grabbed Lances leather jacket from the hook by the door and tossed it to the man.
"You summoned me up here and got me all hot and ready, And now you leave me Mr Blue balls. You owe me a wild night out; I assume fashion in England is still sophisticated enough that my attire is appropriate? Lovely."
Lucifer down the rest of his drink as Harry and Lance shot each other bemused looks.
"Well come on, the nights not getting any younger and I'm not sure when my dear brother Amenadull will come to spoil my fun so, chop-chop."
Harry followed.
Lucifer was proving to be more interesting than he'd first thought, trepidation giving way to curiosity, a glimpse of Lance by his side showed that he too, with his stronger than normal mentality, wasn't immune to the Devils charm.
"So, where are we going?" Lucifer said as the odd trio stepped into the warm evening air.
"Some work colleagues said to meet them at Nexus, isn't that in Soho?" Harry asked while looking at Lance, who nodded in confirmation.
"Right then, I'll see you both there."
It took Harry by surprise when the fallen angel let loose a set of pearly-white wings and flew off, presumably wanting to get an early start on partying.
"How'd you think this night's gonna end?" Lance asked scratching his head.
"I guess when the Devil's involved all bets are off."
~~ NeXuS, London ~~~
Even with magic and Harry's influence, it still took them both a good hour to get through the Saturday night traffic on Harry's bike.
Nexus, was a domed behemoth of a building, a failed attempt to create a spectacular planetarium to replace London's smaller one. It would have added to the cultural landscape of the city but, as with all money heavy projects the spiralling costs force the project to fail in the final stages.
However deep pockets and a vision saw the creation of one of the most popular clubs in London.
"Queue's massive, bet Lucifer charmed his way inside, reckon we can do the same with your powers? Who're you meeting from work anyway?" Lance questioned, giving the queue a critical look.
"I'm not billions of years old but yeah, I reckon I can get in, and Dillan and Tyler are just over there, c'mon."
His senses had been tracking the wayward devil since he flew off, he knew the Lucifer was in there. If he was right about Lucifer's mannerisms, then getting in would be easy.
"Boss-man! you made it out, jump over, we're almost in."
They were close to the front already, and despite the bitchy looks Harry was getting from the guys behind Dillan, Harry had other plans.
"Reverse that, you guys jump over and follow me, I've got a guy inside already."
Shrugging, the pair followed, with Harry introducing Lance as they went.
"Hey there, names Harry, Harry Potter. I believe Mr Morningstar is expecting me," Harry said with all the power and authority of someone who got what he wanted, plus flexing his energy in such a strong manner alerted the devil who in turn, alerted one of the bartenders, at least according to his senses.
The doorman, already charmed by Harry's power, received some instructions over his earpiece and nodded at Harry, approving the entrance.
"Mr Morningstar is expecting you, Mr Potter, you and your friends can go through."
"John, You're a good man, thanks," Harry said giving the man a firm handshake and waving the others through.
"Did you just slip that guy a fifty?" Lance asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, you said I need to bring some 'flash money' along, and I have heard that using names and tipping well gets you better service."
While Harry was never inclined to listen to what his uncle said, the advice was sound enough that he paid attention to it, not that he believed his uncle tipped well.
"I think your boyfriend was commenting on the amount you tipped," Dillan said before turning to Lance, "I like the term flash money though, can I use it?"
"Free country Man, have at it," Lance replied with a smile, taking Harry's hand a squeezing it.
Harry didn't know why he didn't correct Dillan, and the fact that Lance hadn't objected filled Harry with a warm feeling as the quartet entered the main room.
Harry felt like he'd stepped into another world, the cavernous dome was alive with stars and planets and the multitude of projectors worked to create the illusion they were in space, while the floor was lit up to resemble the Milky Way.
At the back where Harry assumed the planetarium stage used to be, sat a circular platform containing a DJ set-up, the left dominated by a mammoth bar that resembled Saturn's rings and to the right sat several alcoves leading to other areas.
"Good, glad to see you made it. I was beginning to think you weren't coming."
The arrival of Lucifer interrupted Harry's observations as he looked over at the devil.
"I had assumed you'd have a few more people with you when you said you were meeting work colleagues."
A shirtless waiter had followed, supporting a tray laden with multiple shot glasses.
Tyler coughed at the strength of the first glass and looked at Lucifer.
"Max and Edward took a last-minute job tomorrow in Kent so they bailed early, Rick got food poisoning yesterday, and William hooked up in the last place we were at," Tyler supplied, downing a second glass.
"Guys, this is Lucifer Morningstar, Lucifer these are Dillan and Tyler," Harry introduced, sipping on his second, whatever whisky he was drinking, it was good.
"Lucifer Morningstar? Who are you the Devil?" Dillan asked.
"I am the devil, yes, Hell gets boring at times so I make it a habit to visit every few decades or so for a raunchy good time."
"Harry, if this is how you and your friends roll, I wish we'd met sooner," the man said turning away to cast his eyes over the dance floor.
'I knew coming to a club was a bad idea,' Harry thought, mentally preparing to grant the reality bending wish.
Before realising his magic hadn't responded, not even twitching when he prompted it.
"There's no need to wish, see those two brunettes over by the Saturn bar?" Lucifer chimed in.
Dillan and Tyler nodded as the devil clapped his hand on their shoulders.
"That's Megan and Cynthia, Megan's just dumped her fiancé for cheating so is here with some friends on a girl's night out... what they both desire though is a wild night of debauchery and bad decisions."
To punctuate this statement, Lucifer took out a wad of cash from his pocket and divided it between the two before smiling.
"Go make some bad decisions while I have a quick chat with Harry."
Not needing an invitation, the men made a beeline for the bar. Lance led Lucifer and Harry through some plastic PVC strips on the other side of the club, emerging into a bar depicting Pluto.
"Harry, relax, you're starting to look constipated," Lance said in amusement, his breath fogging due to the drop in temperature.
"Any idea why Harry didn't feel compelled to grant that wish." Lance enquired.
"It's quite simple really, I have a god-given gift to bring out the innermost desires of people while Harry is afflicted with the god-given punishment of granting the first wish of any human, mine curiously, cancels out his," Lucifer answered looking around the ice bar with interest.
"How does that work? I feel like I couldn't grant a wish even if I wanted to," Harry asked as Lance walked over to the bar.
"Father works in mysterious ways apparently, your guess is as good as mine."
The sarcasm in his voice was palpable as the chill in the air.
"Guys, over here," Lance called, standing next to an ice sculpture of a naked man. The icy dick erect and his kneeling position on the bar put him above head level.
"Now, have either of you done a Cum Dump before?"
"Well, there were several interesting times in Rome and Norway," Lucifer replied with a grin.
Harry and Lance smiled back, both now aware of the Devils promiscuity.
"A demonstration then," Lance continued, standing at the ready with his mouth open at the tip.
Harry looked on in interest as one of the barmen poured a pint of something creamy looking into the sculpture from the back, letting it run down and out through the dick into Lance's mouth.
"Chug-chug-chug!" was chanted by the dozen men, pausing in their enjoyment to watch the spectacle as Lance gulped down the liquid as he gripped the sculptures hips, reminiscent of his first time with Harry.
"Ahh, chocolaty. Just the way I like it... Lucifer, you're up man." Lance said, indicating the devil to take his place.
"Amateur, let a real master of oral show how it's done," Lucifer hit back as he slapped more money on the bar counter.
"Let's turn this cum dump into a golden shower shall we, that bottle of Woodford reserve, pour and don't stop."
Harry was sure there were laws against that but watched as the shocked barman complied and started pouring, everyone looking on in morbid fascination.
"Chug-Chug-CHUG!" slow at first, the chanting grew in earnest as Lucifer guzzled down the whisky, deep throating the dick despite the iciness.
"Nights gonna be epic huh?" Lance commented as he too watched as the last of the whisky left the bottle.
Harry just nodded as a thunderous cheer echoed as Lucifer held up the empty bottle as some sort of trophy.
"I know-I know, a tough act to follow but up next is Harry!"
He momentarily froze as all eyes turned to him, expecting him to up the ante.
"You've just as much stamina as him, show everyone just how well Harry Potter can deep throat," Lance whispered into his ear, with a squeeze of his hand and a peck on his cheek.
Suddenly filled with enough confidence to move mountains, Harry strode past Lucifer with a wink.
"Matt, crack open two bottles of Woodford and like my friend, don't stop pouring,"
Harry clapped some cash on the bar to the shock of Matt as the bartender retrieve two more bottles.
Staring down the frozen shaft like it was a basilisk, he planted his feet and readied himself...
~~ Scene Break ~~
Several hours later, Harry stood observing everyone from a balcony overlooking the main floor, 'so many wishes that could have been granted' he mused, before dismissing the intrusive thought, thankful for Lucifer's presence.
They'd migrated up to the private Venus suite with its top self bar and curtained off alcoves for more... intimate get-togethers, all paid for by the wealthy devil.
A fortune could build nicely over a few millennia.
The club was boisterous, and Lucifer was insatiable, only stopping in-between sessions for more drinks.
Speak of the devil.
"Well this is bloody brilliant, who knew that our combined powers would create some sort of celestial aphrodisiac, loosening the inhibitions of everyone. I mean look at them, I've just had a juicy four-way with that barman Matt and a pair of buxomous twins."
Harry gazed back into the large suite at the writhing bodies dancing to the rhythmic music, being part human he could feel the pull himself.
His eyes found Lance and he smiled, wondering how the man had managed to avoid hooking up.
"Funny how that works, Afrit did say I'd manifest powers different from the normal, begs the question what else I can do."
His statement what punctuated with a clench of his hand, revealing bright orange flames in his palm upon opening.
It was a small shock that he'd burnt the windowsill with his hand the previous day, and an even bigger shock that he could combust at will, a good thing he was outside at the time and had spare clothes on hand.
"What do you think the future holds? I mean, I feel like my life lately has just been a bunch of reactions to things, not to mention what will happen if I succeed in helping and freeing the Djinn, what will God do then?"
The question was one of the many that bugged Harry on occasion along with the fact that if God was watching things, why allow them to happen?
"Bringing up my father is killing my buzz even more than the DJ," the devil sighed as he gazed at the disc jockey while leaning on the rail next to Harry.
"Look, I'm no therapist and I'll be damned if I ever see one but here's how I look at it. Firstly, your nature as a Djinn is chaffing due to the short leash you've got it on correct?" Lucifer stated as he snuffed nout the still lit flames in Harry's palm with his hand.
Harry, not wanting to confirm this as fact, just shrugged, rubbing the tightness in his chest as he did so.
"Secondly, as your still part human, you're chaffing under the weight of those powers, too scared of letting go. Your solution is simple." He continued with a smile.
"And what solution is that?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Let. It. Go. Ditch the rest of your humanity and trust yourself, From what I've seen tonight you have no problem handling your power."
Harry scoffed at the answer.
"That doesn't solve the issue of the malice, I don't know about you but, I rather not run around butchering innocents."
"Harry-Harry-Harry, Father created the Djinn to exist in a perfect balance of power… then threw off that balance with attacking them. You're in a unique position to have that balance back without the malice and right now, that's being fuelled by your humanity."
Lucifer stood back up straight and slapped Harry on the back.
"C'mon, enough of this touchy-feely nonsense, I need another drink and you need to stop making your man wait on the side-lines, get in there, have a drink and go do some deviant things."
With that, Harry followed the devil back into the room, the mixture of peach, white, and orange silk drapes against the black, starlit backdrop created an otherworldly atmosphere.
"Hey," Harry said as he sided up with Lance taking the mans hand and squeezing it.
"This is so unreal it's like being in a porno, even your workmates have gotten in the spirit of things," Lance said, pointing to where Dillan and Tyler were making out with the two women from earlier in the night while having their necks kissed by whatever guys were standing behind them, Harry was sure it'd be an interesting conversation on Monday at work.
"Yeah, who knew that they'd be that open... how're you holding up?"
He asked, noting the man was swaying on the spot.
"Kinda tipsy, not sure if it just the alcohol or this energy in the air."
"I can sort that right out," Harry replied, slipping his wand out discreetly.
He placed the tip to Lances stomach and focused his concentration.
"Aqua Vitalis."
Lance immediately perked up, looking at Harry in shock.
"What, you didn't think wizards would come up with a way to avoid a hangover?"
"Guess I'm more surprised you're not in need of one, even with your enhanced body," Lance said with a smile.
Harry shrugged; he was feeling tipsy enough that his senses were not a hundred percent but nothing he couldn't manage.
He looked at Lances smiling face and was suddenly unsure of himself, his previous confidence deserting him.
Lance must have sensed his nervousness as Harry let the other man lead him onto the dancefloor, his one experience at the Yule Ball flashing in his mind.
The song had a fast beat and Lance started moving in time with the music. Harry, as best he could, attempted to emulate the movements.
'I'm the fear addicted, a danger illustrated.'
The lyrics of the new song washed over him, stirring something within.
'I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter.'
Focusing less on Lances moves and more on his own, Harry dance freely with the man until a slow guitar chord heralded a new, slower song starting.
"Put your arms around my neck," Lance whispered as the man took hold of his waist.
'The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you.'
Harry complied and locked his arms around Lances neck.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.'
The couple swayed with the song, moving in a slow circle.
"Harry?" Lance whispered.
"Yeah," Harry replied, eyes half lidded.
'No I don't wanna fall in love.'
"I need you," Lances voice was thick with desire.
Harry nodded, knowing that unlike their first time which was spontaneous, they were moving forward with intent.
'With you.'
His own desire must have shown as Lance smiled and led them both to a mercifully free alcove, closing the curtains in the process.
"I-uh, I guess the curtains are soundproof for a reason huh," He indicated, noting that the noise from outside dropped significantly, though the music still played quietly through speakers within the alcove.
'What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.'
Looking over he saw Lance leaning back on some cushions, shirt unbuttoned and a gentle, seductive smile on his face. A distant part of his mind took in the fact they were on a deep sofa rather than a bed. The club needed to cover itself legally after all.
His mind though, no longer had a monopoly over his blood flow as he crawled over to and on top of the man, kissing him from navel to neck and finally, his mouth.
Eye's, heavy with lust, Lance worked his hands over Harry's torso before they settled on his hips with a firm grip.
Their kiss deepened, both hungry from the euphoric energy in the air, Harry was still part human and susceptible to the effects.
Still not breaking the kiss, Harry propped himself up with one hand while the other worked on Lance's belt, unbuckling it deftly, moving onto the trousers.
"Harry, wait."
Harry looked down at Lance's hand, stopping him from continuing and then back at Lance's face, the man looked almost pained.
"What's wrong Lance, is it something like what happened in the chamber?" Harry asked, backing off slightly.
"No, I... before we go any further I think we should talk about where we are, I mean, the first time, I was partly under the influence of your energy and you were acting out the wish, now, we're both under influence of this energy your producing with Lucifer."
Lance sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"And now you've said there some magical magnetic effect between you and Greg—"
"Magical Synergy, Hermione found the answer right quick in that genealogy book she got. Funny, I'd always thought they based pureblood arranged marriages on political strength, not the potential magical compatibility."
At least Harry knew it was purely magical and not some soulmate twaddle as Hermione said.
"Yeah that, I just want to... know."
Harry did know, he knew well enough and told Lance as such.
"When we first met, you figured things out so easily, I didn't know what to think, but something inside said I could trust you. Then, we had a great time shopping and it was just... easy with you, I wish I could explain it better," Harry said, smiling at his choice of words.
"Then we had an interesting time in the chamber and then the time afterwards in your apartment... Basically what I'm getting at is that my life has been one incident after the next, so much in fact, you could write a book series on my life. I don't know what'll happen with Greg but, you've been the most normal thing in my life so far and I'd like it to continue if... if you want to?" Harry confessed.
"That was so cheesy it could have come out of a movie," Lance replied with a chuckle.
"I get it though, my life has been as nutty as a Snickers bar too so your bag of M&M's is something I can get with, though Keanu said that relationships based on intense experiences don't work," Lance said the last part with a grin.
Harry got the reference having watched the movie earlier before the summoning.
"Ok, we'll have to base it on sex then," Harry fired back with a grin of his own, recapturing Lance's lips.
~~ Smut ~~
With every flick of his tongue, the taste of chocolate liquor invaded Harry's sense as he explored Lance's mouth while the scent of cologne assaulted his nose.
Harry broke away to pull off his shirt and after a small amount of fumbling, they had both stripped naked.
Smiling as Lance lay back down on his side, Harry repeated his gentle kisses over Lance's body, paying special attention to his neck.
The man wasn't idle though, Lance worked to massage Harry's back and ass, the firm but gentle pressure spurring Harry on.
Harry moved his mouth downwards again, working Lance's nipples and stroking the man's hard shaft before taking the length in his mouth.
Harry moaned into the action as he felt Lance caress his balls, moving position to allow Lance better access, he felt a thrill of pleasure when Lance started to suck his cock in what Harry knew to be the sixty-nine position.
Side by side, hands explored each other's bodies, Harry breath hitched as Lance's rough calluses worked a different kind of magic as they glided over Harry body, the back of his knees, his ass, the small of his back. No part was left unconquered.
For Lance, Harry's nimble fingers deftly dance across his skin sending electric quivers through the man's body.
Harry moved down slightly to suck on Lance's balls before going further and working his tongue around the man's hole, feeling it contract at first then relaxing.
The softening of the muscles allowed him to go deeper, while Harry could have used his Parseltongue magic to heighten the experience, he felt this moment, it was more personal, intimate. He didn't want to ruin it with the use of magic in that way.
Lance tugged on Harry's arm, bringing them both together for a deep, heated kiss, their tongues dancing in sync with each other.
Breaking apart, Harry stared into Lances eyes, drinking in and getting drunk on everything about the man, it was hard to believe they'd only met a few weeks ago.
Harry's eye's followed Lances hand as the man reach behind himself to a hatch in the wall Harry hadn't noticed before and removed some lube and a condom.
Lance guided him back down and took Harry's cock onto his mouth again, working his balls with one hand and stroking himself with the other.
With a wet smack, Lance stopped and put the condom on Harry's hard cock and used his lips to unroll it along the length.
"Take me," Lance whispered. Laying on his back again and pulled Harry on top of him.
With one more deep kiss, Harry applied and rubbed some lube on his cock then worked it in and around Lance's hole, the muscles still loose from his earlier rimming.
Their eyes connected as Harry slowly entered Lance, going gently at first for Lance to get used to it, moving a bit deeper every few thrusts with Lance's legs over Harry's shoulders for ease.
Harry grabbed Lance's legs for stability and his thumbs moved across the back of the man's knees electing sharp gasps of pleasure, he quickened his pace.
Harry tilted his head back in ecstasy and stared into the mirrored ceiling, lost in the sensations as the song from before played again over the speakers.
'What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.'
For a brief few seconds, Harry lost himself and his eyes flashed red, a tortured look crossing his face.
'What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.'
Harry body was going through the movements as love, hate, compassion, and malice warred for dominance on his face.
'What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
Tears leaked out of his eyes as the colour slowly came back to green and Harry looked back to Lance.
'What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you, and I don't want to fall in love.'
Green eyes gazed into blue as they both climaxed, the sweet spot behind Lance's knees providing a new high of pleasure for the man.
Lance lay there gasping for breath as Harry stared back at his reflection in the ceiling, wondering what had happened in that brief moment.
~~ End Smut ~~
"You OK?" Harry asked, discarding the condom and cleaning up with some wipes handed to him by Lance.
"Yeah, just a little breathless, that thing with my knees got... meee... goinnggg... ggoo—"
Harry looked up in puzzlement as Lance startled speaking in slow motion before stopping completely.
"Lance?" Harry crawled back over and shook the man still getting no response, it seemed as if he'd been put under a petrification jinx judging by how he'd stopped.
"You look like you had fun," quipped Lucifer.
"What's going on?" Harry asked by way of greeting, eyeing Lucifer who'd stuck his head through the curtains.
"Ah, well my brother Amenadouch has the annoying ability to stop and slow time, ruins my fun all the while. Anyway, you should stay here and keep quiet, wait for things to unfreeze ok? Good."
With that, Lucifer left, leaving Harry to wonder what the heck he was supposed to do.
~~ 13th July 1996, The Watchtower ~~
~~ Greg's POV ~~
Greg removed the mobile from his pocket and answered the call.
"Good evening, Greg, are you free?"
Greg smiled. He hadn't spoken to Electra in a while; he'd have to arrange lunch with her soon to catch up.
"I'm free, everything OK?" he asked, noting the tinge of concern in her words.
"I received a report that Lucifer Morningstar is at a club in Soho. It may or may not be your fallen brother but can you check it out?"
'Samael?' Greg didn't know if his wayward brother had come to earth or not but, even so, it was something he should check out.
"I can go, what's the club?" he asked, grabbing his jacket under the watchful eyes of Jack and Fleur.
"NeXuS, off Dean Street, that repurposed planetarium. In all probability it's nothing, but I thought you'd be the best person to check."
"No-no I get it, I'll head to NeXuS now and report back in the morning,"
"Thank you, I'll speak to you tomorrow." With that, Greg put his phone away after she hung up.
"What is zis NeXuS place?" Fleur asked from the sofa.
"It's this killer space-themed gay club in Soho, best night out in London." Jack bounced, clearly excited to tag along, even if it was work-related.
"Then I shall accompany you," Fleur stated, standing up gracefully and heading to the bathroom.
"What about Bill?" Greg asked. Fleur still hadn't forgiven him for his sudden disappearing act the previous night.
"William, is still in the doghouse, 'e can stay and work with Skullhammer while I, 'elp you find Monsieur Morningstar."
With that parting comment, Fleur left to freshen up.
After reappearing in a gorgeous outfit ̶no doubt transfigured ̶ she forced them to change into something more stylish before they set off, apparating to an out-of-the-way alley near the club.
"Greg! How's it going? Not seen you in a while."
Greg smiled at John, not having seen the doorman since he'd gotten stabbed by Michael.
"Work's been a killer lately, John, how's business been?"
"Jumping as always, tonight though, it's been something else."
"I'm guessing my old friend Sama— Lucifer Morningstar is in the thick of it?" He asked, correcting himself.
"Yeah… that's exactly right, how'd you know?"
"I have my sources, may we? Feels like millennia since I saw him last."
"Sure-Sure, head on in."
"C'est manifique!" exclaimed Fleur as she gazed up at the dome, its projected skyscape of the galaxy just as impressive as the ceiling at Hogwarts.
"Yeah, it's not Ten Forward of the Enterprise but it has... bettteerr... bboozze..."
Greg looked over at Jack, wondering why he started speaking slowly before stopping... and why everyone and everything seemed like it'd frozen, he couldn't remember but, the situation did seem familiar.
"I don't recognise you, are you Grigori?"
Greg spun around to see someone he'd never expected to see.
"Amenadiel… hello," he greeted cautiously, taking in the sleeveless robed angel.
"I'm Greg and yes, I'm of the Grigori, what brings you to earth?"
"Lucifer, as he often does, has risen from Hell, I've come to escort him back, are you here—"
Amenadiel's question was suddenly interrupted by the voice of the person Greg came to find.
"Brother, nice of you to gate-crash the party, I was just getting warmed up," Samael called from a balcony that overlooked the dance floor.
Greg walked a few paces from behind Amenadiel, an action that brought the fallen angels attention.
"Honeypot! Now this is a surprise, why, I haven't seen you since you went beddy-byes here on earth, well-rested are we?"
"Don't... don't call me Honeypot, Samael. I go by Greg now," he sighed forgetting his old nickname, Samael's translation no better than Ray-Ray's.
"How about it if I call you Greg, you call me Lucifer, and never call me Samael hmm?" Lucifer said with an annoyed tone.
"Luci, I don't have the time for idle chat, Remiel's threatening to cut off Michael's wings with Azrael's blade again and I'm the only one that can talk her down. You need to head back to hell now," Amenadiel interrupted with a frustrated tone.
'I'd say let her cut off his balls too,' Greg thought darkly, having no love whatsoever for the conniving angel.
"Well goody for her, I hope she succeeds," the devil replied, mirroring Greg thoughts.
"That's not helpful Luci, father won't be please if she follows through."
"I don't expect he would be," Lucifer uttered. The consideration in the devil's tone shocked Greg, thinking that if he were in the his place he'd be feeling resentful toward their father.
"Let's make a deal then, you let me enjoy my time here and I'll be a good Cinderella and go back to hell before the stroke of midnight… Greg will even chaperon me so I don't get into too much trouble."
"Stroke of midnight?" Amenadiel asked sceptically.
"I will?" Greg blurted at the same time.
"I'm a devil of my word," Lucifer promised.
"Ok, but don't overdo it and don't take up too much of Greg's time. He has… important work to complete."
Greg stared at Amenadiel in disbelief, 'what the hell is that suppose to mean?' he thought, noting the slight condescension in the angel's voice.
Seemingly done, Amenadiel started to walk off before stopping and turning to look at both Lucifer and Greg in turn.
"Remember not to expose these humans to your divinity, that goes for both of you."
And like that he was gone, and time restarted.
Greg looked back up to Lucifer, watching as the devil made a 'stay right there' motion with his hands before disappearing.
~~ Harry's POV ~~
Harry had been occupying himself with attempting to juggle some fireballs when time reasserted itself.
"Did... did something just happen? You went from naked to suited'n'booted in a blink," Lance questioned.
"One of Lucifer's brothers can freeze time, he must be gone now."
Harry moved to peek out the curtain but the devil poked his head through instead.
"All good?" Harry asked.
"Not quite, Amenadiel's gone but one of my other brothers has appeared."
Harry took in Lucifer's facial expression and sighed.
"The Grigori's down there now isn't he?"
"Right in one," Lucifer said slowly before perking up and smiling.
"I wouldn't worry though, if I know him like I think I do, you're not in too much danger."
"Nice vote of confidence but I can't take any chances," Harry stated, he'd have to sneak out with Lance.
Above all else, Harry didn't feel ready for a confrontation despite a small part of him relishing the idea.
"Are you sure? I could introduce you both, get a nice little threesome going?"
The suggestive eyebrow wiggle wasn't helpful.
"No, please just promise you won't say anything, " Harry implored.
After a tense silence, Lucifer deflated.
"Fine, you have my word that I won't reveal your identity, Devils honour."
Harry raised an eyebrow but knew that Lucifer's word was his bond.
"Thanks, me and Lance are gonna sneak out the back, can you keep an eye on Dillan and Tyler?"
"What do I look like? A babysitter, those twins out there are doing a fine job of tending to their needs."
"Harry, they're grown men, they'll be fine," Lance reassured.
Conversation done, Harry left through a side door with Lance, while Lucifer descended to the main floor.
~~ Greg's POV ~~
"Greg buddy, what happened? It's like you teleported from one spot to another?"
He looked over to the waiting faces of Jack and Fleur.
"Well… "
There was an awkward pause before he recounted to his friends what happened.
Drinking champagne straight from the bottle, Lucifer had materialised in front of them.
"Well, now that Mr Buzzkill's gone we can get this party started again, Lucifer Morningstar, Devil, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
He took Fleur's hand in his intending to kiss it.
"Fleur Delacour, Monsieur Morningstar, and the pleasure is all mine but I must confess—"
In one swift move, she'd yanked him forward by the hand and used her other to squeeze his balls, electing wince out of the devil.
"I am both taken and of the Veela, you should know your power does not affect me," She whispered, letting go of his manhood.
"Duly noted, Mademoiselle Delacour, I'm glad to see my efforts all those millennia ago hadn't gone to waste," Lucifer replied after recomposing himself.
"Jack Mallory, Greg's told me all about you and I must say, I'm a huge fan of your work," Jack gushed, introducing himself.
"All good things I hope?" Lucifer asked with a look towards Greg.
"That you're generally a self-centred arsehole? Absolutely... but you're also painfully honest and the opposite of what people would consider evil."
Scattered as his memories were from his time on earth with Lucifer, Greg knew that deep down, the devil had a good heart, only overshadowed by his ego and dick.
"With that resounding seal of approval, I'd like to invite you both to move up to the Venus lounge, free bar and all the... apples and bananas you could want," Lucifer finished, directing the last part to Jack, with a wink.
"Mmm, I could go for some champagne and apples' cos, I'm feeling it tonight," Jack answered, snagging a V.I.P. Pass from Lucifer as he went off.
"I shall go mingle and keep him out of trouble while you two catch up non?" Fleur quipped, taking the second pass and following Jack upstairs.
"Oh-that's so disappointing, when I experimented with creating Veela I wanted them to have a virility close to mine," the devil deplored with a wishful look after Fluer.
"They do, but when they find someone to love, all their passion is focused on that person and no one else, shall we?"
He would have asked about Lucifers dalliance with Veela creation but knew that could wait for another time.
Save for a few mortals huddled in a booth conversing, the Pluto bar was quiet. Greg led Lucifer to an empty booth for themselves, a private conversation of their own was in order.
"Not in a million years would I have expected to see you again Lucifer, the last I saw you, you were heading back to the silver city and now, I find you've become the ruler of earth's hell... I know what I've been told by others but what happened?" Greg began, nodding as the barman brought a full bottle of Woodford over but poured himself a glass nevertheless.
"I could say the same about you, last I knew, you and about two hundred others wanted to stay on earth the watch over the humans, how's that been working for you, kill any of our banished siblings?" filling his glass with the honey-coloured liquid.
"Low blow, Luci, you know that's not how I felt about everything... at least I hope you remember," Greg replied, using the shortened nickname used by Amenadiel.
"I remember there was an unspoken agreement about that... are we speaking now?" Lucifer asked with a raised eyebrow,
Greg sighed, clearing the air between them would be the best place to start.
"My memories are just as hazy as everyone else's for that period but, I do remember you conveniently losing your sword for the Djinn to find... I remember covering for you those times you were away without explanation, and backing you up against Michaels more casualty heavy ideas."
"Well... I had no idea you covered for my absence... and since we are being honest with each other, I did witness you knocking out a few Djinn rather than dealing a killing blow, and that time you hid my dickhead of a twins sword from him," Lucifer said with a smile.
"And let's not forget that time you fell into a huge vat of stic—"
Let's... let's try to forget that bit Hmm?" Greg interrupted.
"What? It was hilarious, plus it's one of the few times Remiel genuinely laughed."
Greg shook his head, marvelling at the fact that out of all the memories that had survived the Cataclysm, that one, for lack of a better term, stuck.
"So, I take it you're tracking a Djinn with the aid of some mortals, how'd that happen?" Lucifer asked.
"It's complicated, I've been tracking him for fifteen years now, those mortals are some of the friends I've made while here."
"Oh you poor thing, I couldn't imagine living amongst them for that long, fun as they are to play with," the devil said while eyeing up a few patrons.
"For someone who seems to enjoy their company, I'm surprised you have that attitude, you should take a leaf out of my book and live with them, humans, for all their faults can surprise you."
"Well, even if I did want to, Father tasked me with ruling hell so, that's what I'll do. Eventually, he'll forgive my rebellion and let me back into heaven."
Greg heard the doubt in the fallen angel's voice, doubt that Greg shared but, he didn't want to open that particular wound.
"And once you've tracked him down, what then, Banishment?" Lucifer queried.
"This Djinn is different, most of the wishes have been benign but, the mortals have created a Soul-Stone that acts as a prison, I have one in my possession should I need it."
"Still doesn't answer my question but how is this Djinn different?"
Greg explained the circumstances surrounding the emergence of this particular Djinn and what he hoped to accomplish, not knowing that the devil already knew this straight from the horses mouth.
"Old Afrit always was a tricky sod, it begs the question of what will happen if you do succeed helping the Djinn."
Greg mentally winced at the reply, having the same thought many times.
"I'm hoping that once their powers are restored and malice purged, they can create a separate universe for themselves outside of Fathers influence.
Lucifer gave a non-committal nod of his head, considering the reasoning.
"Well, if there's anything I can—"
The Devils sentence was cut off by a steady ringing from Greg's pocket.
"Sorry, one sec," Greg apologised, answering the call, it was Electra.
"Greg, cameras in an area close to you have picked up what looks like a Patronus and the suspected presence of a Dementor, My liaison within the ministry has said they've sent a response but I thought it best to inform you."
"Thanks Electra, if there's a Dementor I'll go check it out, thanks," Greg answered before the line went dead.
"I need to go deal with an issue but I'll be back," Greg apologised, standing up.
"Like hell you are, I'm coming with," Lucifer argued.
"You were never one for manifesting a divine guardian like a Patronus, it could be dangerous, even for you."
"Danger is my middle name... actually I don't have one but if I did, it would be Danger," Lucifer retorted with a grin.
Greg pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, he didn't have time to argue so simply gestured for the devil to follow.
~~ Harry's POV ~~
The air was cool with a light mist, much cooler than it should be for the time of year, not that either Harry or Lance noticed, even with them carrying their jackets. The pair had just left one of the side entrances of the club, Lance leading them past a Taylor and Jacob sign onto a building site.
"Where are we heading, the bikes back that way?" Harry asked, noting the pallets of Italian marble and other high-end building materials.
"Short-cut," Lance said simply, his stomach rumbling. "I'm getting kinda hungry so I thought we could go get something to eat?"
"What, like a date?" Harry asked with a smile.
"Yeah, is that ok?" Lance murmured.
"Lead the way."
They picked their way through the site, with Harry trusting Lance to know where to find food after one in the morning, his senses were still cloudy from all the alcohol after all.
"Lance, hold back a moment," Harry warned, now noticing the iciness of their breaths and the drop in temperature.
They rounded a corner and there, breathing a sickly black gas onto a decaying body on the ground was something Harry had been forced to deal with since he was thirteen… a Dementor.
"Do you still have magic in you?" Harry whispered, holding out his Holly wand for Lance while drawing his other.
"Enough for a few spells, though I only khow that light spell," the man replied, accepting the offered wand.
"It all comes down to intent, stay back and practice those mental exercises I showed you, I'll handle this," Harry advise Lance, walking forward into the open.
The Dementor paused in its putrefaction of the body after noticing Harry's presence.
A tense moment passed as both Harry and it regarded each other, strange energy tickling his senses. Neither moved until it noticed Lance stand off to the side behind Harry.
Harry took out his holly wand and reacted on instinct as the Dementor advanced on Lance who took a step back.
"Expecto Patronum!"
As he'd done countless times before, he cast his Patronus, expecting to see Prongs in all his glory.
"Aaargh!" Harry screamed, feeling his arm explode in more pain than he'd felt in a long time.
"Leave him!" Harry growled, flexing his power for more emphasis; the Dementor complied.
Wincing at the movement, he used his wand in his other hand to vanish the sleeve, exposing an arm that was bleeding from deep gashes to the tissue, and blistering extending from the shoulder to fingertips, it wasn't healing.
"I said leave him!" Harry bellowed again as the dementor drifted closer again, it didn't move towards Lance though, it came to a low hover just in front of Harry, the same odd vibrating energy teasing the edge of his mind.
Head throbbing, Harry pushed his senses back out, the pain acting to sober him up quicker than any magic spell.
*Heal*
The meaning the Dementor was trying to convey wrapped around Harry like a cold blanket, it was using its energy to communicate in a manner similar to how as Fawkes did.
With a gesture of its slimy, scabby hand, Harry hesitantly held out his injured arm and watched in fascination as the Dementor took it in its grasp gently and blew out a light blue mist, similar to a Patronus.
Tendrils of blue energy filled the air and wove an intricate lattice along his arm, immediately soothing and healing the torn flesh.
As it continued, he knew now, at least partly, what a Dementor was.
"Ahem, not to break up this oddly intimate moment and I'm glad it's healing you but… what's happening?"
Harry looked away from the silent conversation he was having with the Dementor to look at Lance.
"I'll have to explain fully tomorrow, I can sense Remus and Tonks coming this way, here."
More lucid than he had been, Harry tossed his bike keys to Lance who caught them mid-air.
"Take my bike and head back, we'll have to pick this back up tomorrow."
"Ok but you owe me an official date yeah?"
"Looking forward to it," Harry smiled back before turning back to the Dementor, patently hovering in front of him.
"You need to leave too, I'll come to find you again later."
*Agreement*
With its usual one-word response, it ascended into the air as Remus and Tonks rounded the corner.
"Wotcher, Harry?"
He turned and smiled at the pair, mentally patting himself on the back for remembering to transform into his 'younger self' himself again before their arrival.
"Tonks, Remus, nice night for some Dementor hunting eh?"
"… Yeah, nice night for ̶ hang on a moment what in Merlins name are you doing out?" Remus asked, looking both concerned and hesitant.
"Exercising my right as a rebellious teen?" He replied innocently.
"By dementor hunting on a Saturday night? Not my idea of fun but whatever puts the pep in your pepper-up," Tonks quipped, moving to examine the decomposed body.
"I was enjoying a night out on the town, the Dementor was just a lucky bonus," he responded as he strolled over to join Tonks.
He wondered why she wasn't acting huffy like Remus but, chalked it up to Dumbledore saying something after their conversation the other day... plus Tonks was a lot more easy-going.
"That sounds much worst," Remus cut in, having composed himself.
"That sounds more fun," Tonks answered in unison with the man, both staring at each other incredulously.
"That sounds like why I'm here keeping an eye on Harry."
Both Remus and Tonks looked over at the newly arrived Greg as Harry froze, putting two and two together upon hearing the second voice.
"Yes, he's also keeping an eye on me, Lucifer Morningstar, the pleasure is literally mine."
End of Chapter 16
Within the context of Lucifer's character, I believe would still have a little deference to his Father as the events leading him to leave Hell haven't happened yet.
Sorry to leave it on a small cliffhanger but that seemed like the best spot to end the chapter, next will be Harrys reaction and the start on a bit of a darker path with will cover the next two or three chapters.
Thanks for reading.