A Million Reasons Chapter 16, a lucifer fanfic

Michael experiences another dream different from the rest. Lucifer discovers that the dreams aren't all that they seem. Fun times ensue when Michael wants to distract himself. Chloe reveals a life altering truth.

More twincest ahead. The boys are getting just a bit out of control….

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Michael sat up quickly, taking in the dark, unfamiliar surroundings. It was hot; hot enough that it weighed him down. Another dream; but this one was already different.

He stood while shaking out his wings, looking around. The first thing he noticed was that he was up high on some kind of dais. Stepping up to the edge, he peered over, finding weaving passages below him with ash falling into them. The platform was above the ash, something which Michael was very grateful for, as it spared his wings the irritant. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a pattern to the maze below him. Multiple upon multiple of star patterns covered the area below him. Four pointed stars weaved into pentagrams and further into larger pointed stars. The many twists and turns from within the maze created the masterpiece below, as far as Michael could see. Large rock bridges were strategically placed to allow one to cross Hell's river; the waters were so scorching, they created a red glow as they weaved through the maze.

For a place so dark, so full of torture, pain, and suffering, it was surprisingly beautiful.

"Michael."

Michael gasped and turned to find Lucifer sitting on a large throne towards the center of the raised platform. He wore a black suit, pops of color coming from his white shirt and the red soles of his shoes. The Devil sat tall, poised. His legs were crossed and his fingers interlaced in front of him. Large white wings framed him starkly, hanging over the chair's arms and trailing softly against the stone floor. He looked every bit the King of Hell he was supposed to be. The image made Michael shiver; and not necessarily with fear.

On either side sat two more thrones. They were slightly smaller than the King's; the one on Lucifer's left looking a little more delicate than the one on the right. Michael narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Three?" he asked, taking a few steps closer to his brother before pausing again. His wings fluttered nervously. Something wasn't right.

Lucifer turned to look at each one as though seeing them for the first time. "Seems more things are changing than I thought," he mumbled quietly, but Michael could still hear him. Those dark brown eyes landed on Michael again before Lucifer smiled and motioned to the chair on his right. "Want to join me?"

Michael swallowed, feeling the weight of that question barrel into him. Join Lucifer how? Join him in general? Join him in Hell? Something about this particular dream felt off. Lucifer felt off. What was going on?

"Two thrones? What; for the Lord of Hell's Queen and Consort?" Michael asked, without really thinking about it. It was what the set-up looked like to him. Chloe would no doubt be Queen.

Lucifer frowned at him. "Consort? No, I would never place you so low." Lucifer sat forward, legs uncrossing and his hands wrapping around his throne's arms. His wings flared out a bit at the sides. "No, as my co-ruler; a second King, if you will."

Michael laughed. "There can't be two Kings."

"Hell is my domain." Lucifer stood, face firm, wings rising up behind him. "If I say it will have two Kings, then Hell shall have two Kings."

Michael shook his head. Something was very wrong about all of this. Lucifer was wrong. Lucifer held out a hand to him, his face softening.

"Come, Michael. Help me."

Help him?

"Help you do what?" Michael waved a hand around them. "Use my fear mojo to torture souls?" No, thanks.

Lucifer frowned again, deflating a bit. He shook his head sadly. "You still haven't figured it out." He looked up at Michael again. "You are smarter than this, Michael."

Michael stepped forward angrily, going to snap back at his twin, but Lucifer waved a hand and with a yell, Michael was suddenly falling into the maze.

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In his own dreamscape, Lucifer jerked. What the literal Hell? Why was he here? Lucifer twisted around, looking at the murky, cold surroundings he knew all too well. He spotted a dark figure lying on the ground not far from him. Odd, but it looked like…feathers. Lucifer stepped forward when the lump moved. Dusky wings lifted, revealing Michael as he stood and gazed around himself suspiciously. His eyes landed on Lucifer for a split second before turning away and walking down the corridor. Lucifer chafed at being dismissed. Had Michael even seen him?

Making a quick decision to follow, Lucifer hurried after his twin. What was going on? Why were they here? Why was Michael just walking down corridors as though they were in a low budget horror movie? And that begged the question: why would Michael come here in the first place? And why was he acting as though he couldn't see him? Lucifer jogged to catch up, walking beside his twin. He waved a hand in front of Michael's face, but still Michael carried on, occasionally reaching out to touch random doors. Lucifer couldn't figure out what the bloody hell his brother was doing.

Inevitably, one eventually opened. Lucifer stared at it, hoping with all his might that Michael wouldn't walk in; but of course his idiot brother did.

"Don't!" Lucifer called frantically, reaching for Michael and missing. In a split second decision, he followed Michael before the door could close. At least Lucifer would have a better chance of getting them out. Hopefully.

It took a moment for the darkness of the room to reveal the loop. Lucifer stared, confused. This wasn't what he'd imagined either of their Hell loops being. He jogged his memory, trying to place the settings. Were these the Whisper Killer cases? Lucifer finally noticed Miss Lopez when Michael froze the loop. Wait…no one should be able to that but Lucifer. And what the hell was Miss Lopez doing here? In a searingly painful moment of clarity, Lucifer felt his heart sink to his feet. Had she…no…she had to be okay. He had just talked to her a few hours ago! Miss Lopez vanished, sending both Michael and Lucifer spinning to find her. Souls didn't just disappear – this was Hell!

The sudden screams sent chills down Lucifer's spine.

For millennia, Lucifer had run Hell; but these particular souls still got to him every time. They were the souls that, in his opinion, did not belong here. The souls that judged themselves far too harshly and for all the wrong reasons; but Lucifer could never help them. He had tried during his latest stint down here, but he had failed each and every time. The would-be-innocent souls encircled Michael, pulling at his clothes and wings as he struggled to get away.

Was this what Michael had been experiencing when he dreamt of Hell? Because with an unpleasant clench to his heart, Lucifer could suddenly understand why Michael was so affected; it all felt so real. Michael had said he had never been to Hell and Chloe had confirmed that he wasn't lying at the time. So, how would Michael be able to dream of a place he had never seen in such detail? Unless…

The answer hit Lucifer like a punch to the gut, making him see red. No, they were getting out of here. Right now. No more.

"ENOUGH!" Lucifer bellowed. He was the King of Hell and it would listen to him; no one else. Lucifer may have hated being forced down here, but it was his domain and he did not appreciate it being played with. "GO BACK TO YOUR ROOMS!"

The souls immediately dispersed, being forced back into the loops they had momentarily been let out of. Michael was blinking rapidly, still half curled up on himself. He looked stricken and confused; it made Lucifer's chest ache.

"Lucifer? What…"

"Come on, Michael." Lucifer helped his brother stand. "We are going home."

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Lucifer opened his eyes. Soft light filtered in through the curtains. He was back at the penthouse, thankfully, but he could feel Hell's ash on his skin as though he had actually been there. Physically, he could tell that he hadn't, but he also knew that these types of dreams were never as they seemed.

He sat up silently, keeping a close watch on Michael. His face was peaceful, breathing slow, the perfect picture of calm sleep - until he wasn't. Abruptly, he tensed and his face tightened in distress. Any minute now, Lucifer thought. Michael jerked awake with a deep inhale, his eyes wide and fearful. He sat up swiftly, clearly in a panic, throwing blankets and still fighting off the souls that had been trying to latch onto him. Lucifer moved hurriedly, wrapping him up tightly in his arms; he knew how traumatizing the effects of Hell could be when one wasn't prepared for them. Michael shook in his grasp, face buried in his chest. Lucifer decided he'd give it few minutes before he would try moving his twin.

But Michael decided for him, making a quick break away for the bathroom. Shit. Lucifer scarpered after him, suddenly understanding Michael's reactions to his so-called nightmares. He was so used to dealing with Hell's effects, he hadn't matched Michael's symptoms to the Hellscape. Guilt gnawed at him; he should have recognized the ill effects in Michael. Damn it.

Grabbing Michael's hand before he could turn on the water, Lucifer spun him away from the shower, turning the taps on to cooler than normal. Once he was sure the water was simply luke-warm, he reached for Michael, who was standing a short distance behind him, hugging himself tightly, shivering. Thankfully, Michael came to him willingly, gently taking Lucifer's hand with his own. Lucifer pulled his brother to him, wrapping his arms around him snugly, before stepping back under the water.

Michael hissed, immediately fighting to get away from the water. "It burns! Lucifer, it's too hot!"

Lucifer held fast, trying to soothe him with soft words. The water felt hot to his own skin too, but it would pass. "It's barely warm, Michael, it's just your brain playing tricks. I've got you." The Archangel slowly relaxed into Lucifer's hold. Gently, once he was sure Michael wouldn't try to bolt, Lucifer began to use his hands to rub the water over their skin. "How are you doing?"

A sigh. "I'm okay, I think. I don't understand…" His voice trembled in confusion and anxious fear.

"Hell can play tricks with your mind," Lucifer started to explain, allowing Michael to step back just a step, enough so he could look into his twin's eyes. "The place is hot, overwhelmingly so, but the mark it leaves on a soul is cold; the kind of cold that burns when even the smallest amount of warmth hits it." Hence, Michael's cold showers to the point he was freezing and why he would hiss at their touch, but craved it all the same. This time, it had been Lucifer who failed his brother.

"That…that was Hell?" Michael asked, staring at Lucifer with wide eyes. The eyes of someone forced to see the unjust cruelties of the universe. Lucifer rubbed at the ache in his chest at the thought.

He nodded reluctantly in answer to Michael's question. "Yes. And unfortunately, not a dream. The detail was too exact for someone that has never been and the effects are much too real and severe."

Michael was pale. "They're not visions…"

"No." Lucifer shook his head, feeling anger lick at his insides again. "Someone has been making your soul hop. I think the only reason I went along with you this time is because I reacted to your fear through our connection and latched on."

"Only Father has that kind of power," Michael mumbled reluctantly, looking down at his hands, which he was twisting nervously.

"I'm aware." Lucifer growled, eyes flaring in his fury.

Michael shuddered, gripping Lucifer tightly; his twin returned the embrace, tucking Michael's head into his shoulder. It was clear to Lucifer now. Father was not targeting him, nor was he targeting them. He was targeting Michael specifically. Whatever Father was planning, it involved Michael. Rage burned through Lucifer at the thought. He had no idea what the so-called plan was but the playing and toying with his twin was going to stop. Just as soon as he took care of Michael.

Now that the worst of the effects had dissipated, Lucifer turned the temperature of the water up until it was pleasantly warm. He allowed Michael to stay pressed against him as he gently washed his hair, turning them so that he could tip Michael's head back to rinse. Michael let him do as he pleased, his eyes remaining closed. Lucifer soothingly washed the rest of Michael's body, seeking to calm more than to arouse, before moving to clean his own body. Michael stayed pressed to his side the entire time, only shifting enough to allow Lucifer to wash. Giving his twin a quick kiss and feeling the corners of his mouth turn up at the soft smile Michael gave him, Lucifer finished up. Idly, he noticed that neither of them was hard; but they weren't completely flaccid either.

Turning the water off, Lucifer helped dry Michael off; he was slowly starting to come out of his funk enough that he was able to return the favor. Lucifer guided his twin back into the bedroom, leaving him by the bed while he searched for comfortable clothing from the closet. He eyed the new set of pajamas he had gotten each of them, hesitating just a moment before grabbing them. Hopefully, Michael would appreciate the sentiment. Returning to the brother in question, he handed a set to him.

Michael took the pajama set from him with a small amused grin. "More pajamas? Are these a hint?" Coming out better than Lucifer had expected, apparently.

"No sense in not being able to be comfortable." Lucifer shrugged, turning to adorn his own pair.

"It's morning. Shouldn't we be getting ready to meet Chloe?"

A quick glance told him that the Detective was most assuredly already at the precinct given the time. No matter. He usually didn't show up until much later anyway. If something important changed with the case then she would call.

"Given the circumstances, I'm sure the Detective would understand if we got a few more hours of sleep."

Michael hummed thoughtfully. "Who says I want to sleep?"

Lucifer paused with one leg halfway into his bottoms. Had he heard that right? Slowly pulling the leg of the fabric up, Lucifer twisted to peer curiously at his twin. Michael was holding his set's shirt and running his fingers over the embroidery on the front pocket. Lucifer had decided having another pair made that included the 'D' that now made up part of Michael's name would suit. Correspondingly, Michael looked deep in thought about something, as though trying to gather the strength to make a difficult decision.

"When have you ever not wanted to sleep?" Lucifer asked incredulously, feeling the silence stretch too far for his comfort.

Michael shrugged without saying anything. He sat the top on the comforter before walking over to Lucifer and gently pushing him back to sit on the bed. Lucifer watched him intently, his pulse picking up and wondering what he was getting himself into when Michael removed the bottoms Lucifer had been in the process of putting on, folded them, and put them with Lucifer's pajama top. His twin paused, noticing the similar embroidery on Lucifer's set as was on his.

Michael turned back with an eyebrow raised. "Matching pajamas, huh?"

They weren't exactly matching. Michael's, he had kept the same rich black as the last pair and his own were a deep burgundy. The only similarities they had was the material and the monograms; MD and LM. Sue him for liking the feel of the luxuriously soft cotton. Lucifer fidgeted on the bed as Michael smiled at him, finding it hard to look at his brother suddenly. He felt his cock pulse under the attention.

"And you always called me the sappy one," Michael teased.

"Shut up," Lucifer mumbled without heat. He jerked to look at his twin intently. "And just so you know, I got the Detective a pair as well, thank you very much; hers are blue." Yes, blue to match her eyes. Ugh, Michael was right.

Michael's smile widened as he prowled closer. "Is hers monogramed too?" There was a look in Michael's eyes that held intent. He had apparently made his decision.

Lucifer eyed Michael warily, suddenly feeling very self-conscious of the fact they were both still naked. Arousal curled in his core, even as he shifted uncomfortably. Since when was he nervous about nudity?

"Yes," he admitted tightly when Michael's eyes flicked in the direction of his crotch and smirked. He wanted to point out that Michael was clearly showing interest too, but kept his mouth shut; just this once.

Hands cradled his face as Michael reached him. His expression had changed from teasing to affectionate and it made Lucifer's stomach do funny little flops. Lips descended onto his. Lucifer hummed into the kiss, bracing on his arms. Michael soon abandoned his mouth in favor of nuzzling and kissing down his neck, then onto his shoulders. Lucifer allowed his legs to be pushed apart so Michael could lower himself between them as he continued those kisses down Lucifer's bare chest. Moving lower and lower.

Lucifer blinked down at him. Was Michael really… dark eyes cut up to him before his already half-hard shaft disappeared into Michael's mouth. He choked on a groan. Fuck. That answered that.

Michael was a novice in this arena, but his eagerness to please more than made up for it. His mouth was warm and wet, and his tongue traced simple patterns on the tip before following the vein on the underside down. Lucifer likely wouldn't come from this, but he was fully hard within a minute and it still felt gloriously good. Lucifer sighed out his approval, letting his head fall back as a hand carded through the curls on Michael's head.

"So good," he whispered, knowing Michael would hear him. Praise never hurt anyone and could only bolster his twin's confidence.

Michael hummed, the vibrations tickling. He continued, pulling out tricks from the Detective's repertoire and making Lucifer twitch and groan with pleasure; but it still wasn't enough. It wasn't anything against Michael, or Chloe for that matter, but most had trouble getting him off this way. Lucifer wondered if maybe, between the two of them, they could manage it. The image of both Michael and Chloe between his legs, licking at his cock and taking turns sucking him into their mouths had him groaning and his hips jerking up into his twin's mouth.

It was a little too far, considering Michael gagged and pulled briefly away. Lucifer looked down at him with blown eyes, finding Michael's matched. He was just as hard as Lucifer was. Seems his twin enjoyed giving just as much as receiving. Note taken.

"Apologies." He breathed out tremulously, combing his fingers through Michael's hair.

Michael shrugged magnanimously before licking him from base to tip, earning a deep groan, and swallowing him back down. This time, Lucifer kept watch as Michael worked. His eyes were closed, the scar standing out starkly against his skin; but his features were relaxed. Lucifer gently removed his hand from Michael's hair so that he could guide Michael's hand from his thigh to trail it over his hip, up his abdomen, and then to rest on the side of his chest. Brown eyes identical to his own opened to gaze dreamily up at him and Lucifer's breath caught in his throat as his pulse raced. He swallowed at the clear desire and determination reflecting in his twin's eyes. Lucifer didn't need to say a word before Michael pinched his nipple between clever fingers. The Devil hissed as pleasure zinged down his spine and caused his cock to pulse. Michael moaned at the reaction and did it again, bless him.

Suddenly, music blared through the penthouse, making both angels jump and unfortunately, resulting in much gagging for Michael when Lucifer hit the back of his throat.

"Fuck, Michael, I'm sorry. You okay?"

Michael coughed and swallowed, his eyes streaming, but nodded as he stood. "Fine."

"Wait. What are you…?" He wasn't stopping, was he? Lucifer whined and made to follow as Michael padded down the stairs, but his twin fixed him with a look over his shoulder that had the Devil freezing.

"It's Chloe. Stay put."

Lucifer surprised himself by obeying, settling back where he was and staying like a good Devil. He shivered as he pulsed in eager excitement. Oh, domineering Michael could be fun.

Lost in his lustful thoughts as he was, he was barely able to catch the once-again ringing phone as Michael returned and resumed his position between Lucifer's legs again. "Answer it," Michael ordered, his firm tone leaving no room for argument.

Answer it? Lucifer moaned as that mouth once again closed over him. "You're serious?"

Those eyes cut up at him, razor sharp. Yes.

Damn, he even sounded demanding through their link. Well, if Michael insisted. Lucifer answered the phone, putting it on speaker and laying it on the bed beside them so Michael could hear as well, even though Lucifer was going to be the one doing the talking. Clearly.

"Good morning, Detective. You're on speaker." He spoke brightly and clearly, as though he didn't currently have someone going to town on him. It would not be the first time... but it was the first time that it involved someone – or rather, someones - that meant so much to him. Lucifer once again ran his fingers through Michael's hair, encouraging him to take him deeper.

"Lucifer? You're with Michael?" Chloe sounded surprised to hear him.

"It's more like Michael is with me. If you tried my phone first, it's most likely dead as I didn't get around to putting it on the…" Lucifer barely cut off a moan. "…um… charger last night." Lucifer glanced down at Michael to see him wearing a smirk, or as close as he could get to one at the moment anyway. So that was the game Michael was going to play. Challenge accepted.

"Oh, okay, fair enough. Anyway, I'm glad I caught you two together." She trailed off as Lucifer wasn't quite able to hold back his moan this time. Lucifer narrowed his eyes slightly at the gleaming pair looking at him from his pelvis. "Um, are you okay? Where's Michael?"

"Michael is…" Michael suckled just slightly on his tip, his tongue working quick circles as one hand moved up and down in a few quick, consecutive strokes. Simultaneously, his fingers pinched Lucifer's nipple. The effect was…stimulating. Lucifer was unable to hold in his groan this time as his fingers tightened in Michael's hair. Michael was using all his carefully curated tricks from observing the Detective and was apparently a very quick study. "His mouth is a little full at the moment," he gasped out.

No sense trying to hide now. Michael: 1. Lucifer: 0. Lucifer fell back on the bed, conceding defeat.

"Are you two…" Chloe sounded shocked, but Lucifer could pick up on her mumbled excuses to whomever she was with and the sounds of her hurriedly moving to a quieter locale. They heard the click of a door shutting. "Lucifer… is Michael… I mean…"

"If you are trying to ask if my twin is…uh…currently giving…ah… rather fabulous fellatio, then yeeesss." Lucifer closed his eyes, hissing out the final word through his teeth.

Michael had moved his other hand up to pinch at both nipples, going so far as to twist one, as his mouth and tongue moved over his cock. At this rate Michael may just be able to achieve getting him off. Although, now that Lucifer thought about it, Michael had been working on him longer than most humans would have been able to. Celestial perks for the win, apparently.

"Oh…um…okay. Um…" Oh, she was flustered. Big time. Lucifer smirked.

"Enjoying the mental images, Detective? Could always video call." Oh, how he wanted to, but he knew the Detective would never go for it.

"No!" Chloe gasped a bit frantically before taking a deep breath. "Um…no…that won't be necessary, Lucifer. I…um…am kind of at work." Especially if she was at work.

Is she in the evidence room? Door locked?

"Um, yes and yes," she answered when Lucifer relayed the messages in between moans.

From the door, go straight back, and to the left - cameras don't see that corner. Flaw in the system. If she is daring enough, I'd like to hear her.

Sweet fuck. Where the hell did shy, hesitant Michael go again? They both knew Chloe would protest, but Lucifer groaned before repeating the message to the Detective anyway. The image was plastered behind his eyelids. Chloe tucked back into the corner, hidden from all prying eyes, one hand holding the phone to her ear, head tilted back, as the other hand disappeared in her unbuttoned jeans. Lucifer could just hear the small little gasps and whimpers she would make as she got herself off to the sound of them in her ear.

Lucifer jerked, barely stopping his cock from deep throating Michael again. Or perhaps Michael had prepared for it as his hands had already settled tightly on his hips, holding them down.

Chloe let out a high, reedy. "No way. There is no way I am doing anything like that at work. Seriously? It's bad enough I'm standing here listening to you two over the phone."

Michael shrugged, going at Lucifer even more eagerly than before. Shit. He had planned this, the bastard. He knew Chloe wouldn't, but also knew the images would drive Lucifer mad. Once again, Michael's quick thinking and willingness to take advantage of any situation put him ahead; but at least this time it was in Lucifer's favor. Lucifer couldn't stop the small thrusts into that mouth anymore as he fought against the grip on his hips. He was so close, he could taste it.

"At least fill us in on how wet you are right now, Detective," he panted out, ever the creative Devil when it came to encouraging debauchery. Please just talk to me, he thought desperately. He had to move his hands to grip at the blankets instead of forcing Michael's head down.

"Lucifer…"

"Be truthful, Detective," Lucifer rumbled. "I'll know if you lie."

A slow inhale before a sigh. "I…" Another deep breath, followed by some shifting. "I could probably use a change of underwear right now," Chloe admitted through a whisper into the phone.

That admittance was the final straw for Lucifer. To know that Chloe was aroused and wet just from hearing them, from imagining them, just flat out did it. Lucifer cried out, thrusting up into Michael's mouth as he came. Michael pulled back, half-shocked, half-choked as Lucifer had been unable to warn him; it had come on so quickly. The Devil was still panting when Michael crawled over him planting his mouth firmly on Lucifer's. They both groaned. Lucifer grabbed Michael's hair in a tight grip as the other hand quickly set to work between them. It didn't take much; one, two, three strokes and Michael was pulsing against him, groaning into Lucifer's mouth.

"Wow…um…did both of you? Shit."

Oh. The Detective never cursed. It meant she was wound tight. They took a brief minute to catch their breath a bit.

Michael turned to look at the phone. "Are you going to need an extended lunch break, Chloe?" he asked, his voice full of devious pride as he spoke through heaving breaths. Honestly, the bastard deserved to feel some pride, in Lucifer's opinion. When was the last time Lucifer had come like that? Damn.

Chloe hummed. "Hello, Michael, and yes; I just might. Perhaps one, preferably both, of you might join me?" She sounded breathless. Good.

"Make that both, Detective," Lucifer purred.

"Agreed."

Chloe tittered nervously. "Anyway, now that both of you might actually be able to listen, back to the reason I called." Lucifer could just pick up on more shifting and smirked. Change of underwear, indeed.

Michael chuckled, making himself comfortable beside Lucifer. "Go ahead, Chloe."

"First, we found another lead on our case, so I'd like it if you two could possibly meet me at Van Ness High in a few?"

"Van Ness High? That's not one of the schools involved," Michael stated. His fingers traced a lazy pattern over Lucifer's skin, basking in the afterglow. Lucifer purred, nuzzling under his chin.

"No, but Ella's team found long hair with temporary dye matching the school colors. So I took a look back over the witness statements and think we need to talk to Darla Rockwell again."

Michael hummed thoughtfully, returning Lucifer's affection. "In most cases when a wife goes missing, or is the one murdered, the first suspect is usually the husband. Perhaps we skipped over the wife too soon. Possible setup?"

Chloe chuckled softly, sounding faintly impressed. "Maybe."

"Well." Lucifer sat up abruptly, cringing a bit at the cooled mess on his skin. "We'll get cleaned up and meet you there, Detective." He stood to do just that.

"Wait, Lucifer. Chloe, you said first." Michael picked up his phone as he, too, sat up. "What was the second thing?"

There was a moment of silence where Chloe simply breathed over the line. The twins glanced at each other. "After we talk with Darla…" Chloe took a deep breath. "There is something I need you guys to see."

Well, didn't that sound ominous.

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Chloe had not been lying when she had told Lucifer she needed a new pair of panties. She really should have made a pit stop to change them before going to the school. It didn't help that the twins had arrived smelling ridiculously tantalizing with their scents coated over each other in a combination that would have a nun begging for more. They made it a point to hug her in greeting as well, leaving Chloe in a miserably aroused state. Clearly, their relationship had progressed further and oh, how she wanted to be witness.

To make matters worse, they seemed to be able to smell her arousal if the matching, heated looks they shared with her was any indication. It was a look that promised all kinds of sinful debauchery. All she had to do was say yes. She was so tempted…

…but the case came first. Damn her morals.

So Chloe had suffered through the interrogation, which thankfully didn't take all that long all things considered, but felt like it took hours. Turns out Darla had taken matters into her own hands to be free of her overly judgmental husband, using chemicals from her own lab to poison him. Chloe had not been prepared for the flames that had come right at her face. She didn't have to worry, though. The twins had moved quickly in perfect sync, far too fast for Chloe to fully see; but she found herself in Michael's arms as Lucifer blocked the flames with his own hand. Chloe had gasped a bit fearfully for her partner, but Michael kept her tightly secure and safe. The fire simply burned Lucifer's suit, leaving the skin underneath perfectly unharmed. Lucifer grumbled vaguely about his suit, but he also made it clear that he had been – was - more worried about her than some cloth.

All three of them getting into her car had probably not been the smartest move, but the twins had flown to get to her quicker; and so, here they were. Their scents, her lingering arousal, and the adrenaline had apparently formed a cocktail that was too powerful for any of them to resist as it grew concentrated within the small space. Surprisingly, it had been Michael that had snapped first, telling Chloe firmly to find somewhere to park and leaving absolutely no room for argument, before basically dragging her from said car (after it was safely parked of course). The next thing Chloe knew, there was a flash of black feathers and she found herself on a supple couch, pants and panties gone, and Michael pushing deep within her.

Chloe keened and cried out at the feel of him as her hands grabbed tightly at the bones of his wings. Biting her lip, she thought of the last time she'd tried to touch them. But he didn't say anything or move away, and neither did Lucifer as he landed, so Chloe kept hold. They hadn't even got any of their clothes fully off, her pants and panties dangling off one leg, but Chloe couldn't find it within herself to complain. Michael moved within her desperately, teeth nipping at her collarbone, as they panted and gasped together.

Lucifer was suddenly there, kneeling on the floor beside them, watching with eagle-eyed intensity. He hadn't yet bothered to remove any of his clothes, other than the ruined jacket earlier, but had his cock in hand, giving it slow strokes as he patiently waited his turn. Chloe was shocked when Michael pulled him into a tongue-filled kiss, considering Michael always kept Lucifer at arm's length during these moments; but the sight fueled her past her breaking point and she came with a cry, arching up into Michael, who followed with a curse. His wings stretched and fluttered before dropping down over them.

They rested a minute, panting and shivering. Michael looked down at her with a happy grin, causing her to chuckle breathlessly. When teeth grazed her nipple over the material of her shirt, she twitched and clenched around Michael's softened shaft. Looking down, she found Lucifer smirking at her before he butted his head gently against Michael to get him to move. Michael huffed but shifted, furling his wings away as he went. Chloe whimpered at the loss, but didn't have to wait long before Lucifer was mouthing at her core.

He took to her like a starving man, dipping his tongue between her folds, groaning at the taste of her and Michael mixed together, before flicking tantalizingly over her clit. She gasped and writhed under his ministrations, moving her hips against his face. He purred, moving with her, enjoying her pleasure and desire in a way that Chloe had never experienced before him. Lucifer took her right to the cusp before he pulled away, gently hushing her when she cried out in complaint.

Chloe held him tight and welcomed him eagerly between her thighs, moaning at the feel of him pressing within her. He was more controlled than Michael, but it wasn't by much. Lucifer tried to keep a steady pace, but it didn't last long, especially when Michael leaned over to teasingly nibble at the back of his neck. He shivered and groaned, hanging his head and letting Michael tease to his heart's content. His hips picked up the pace and Chloe whimpered, tightening her legs about his waist. Fingers, whose she had no clue at this point, helped finish her off. It wasn't long after that Lucifer finished, his hot breath fogging wetly against her neck.

She blinked at the ceiling as her body tingled in the afterglow. Lucifer rested against her, his weight comfortable for the moment, as he nuzzled and scented her. A smile crossed her face when Michael nuzzled close as well from where he had settled on the floor beside them. Chloe sighed, returning their affection warmly, smiling wider at their soft purrs. They reminded her suspiciously of cats at the moment and she found it absolutely adorable.

They basked for a few minutes, but after a while, duty called and Chloe roused them all from their happy pile of sated limbs, ignoring their resentful grumbling. They took a quick moment to clean up and then she and Michael returned to her car to go to the precinct, leaving Lucifer to change into a different suit. He would meet them there later. Ella was waiting for them in the lab when they arrived.

"It's about time. You said you were on the way almost two hours ago," Ella chastised, though her eyebrows gave away her curiosity. "I know it only takes maybe 45 minutes to get here from Van Ness."

Chloe really tried not to flush under Ella's accusatory stare; she really did, but knew she failed when Ella suddenly smirked. "Did Decker get some? Hell yeah." At least her friend looked happy for her.

Michael chuckled. "I swear, you humans."

Ella jabbed a finger in his direction. "I don't want to hear a word from you, mister. Chloe flushed an alarming shade of red before she took off outta here earlier. Just what were you and Lucifer up to, huh?"

Chloe thought she would never see the day that anyone besides Lucifer would get Michael to flush. She thought it was very endearing, personally.

Michael crossed his arms, but didn't look at Ella. "None of your business."

"O.M.G." Ella looked like Christmas had come early. "I knew it!" She turned to Chloe with a teasing sigh. "You just had to nab both twins, didn't you?"

"Well, um, they are kind of a package deal, Ella." Chloe smiled when Michael coughed and tried to blend into the corner he had sequestered himself into. She had noticed that he always got quiet and flustered when his and Lucifer's relationship was mentioned or referred to, not so much when it was about Chloe and him. "Anyway, we're just waiting on…"

Wind kicked up, papers fluttered to the floor, and Lucifer appeared across the table from her. "Waiting on me?" He grinned, waggling his eyebrows mischievously.

Ella gaped at him from where she had frantically scrambled to grab her printouts. "Did you seriously just fly in here?"

"Well, yes, apologies for the mess. It was a lot quicker than bringing the corvette." He adjusted the jacket of the new suit he had put on; a handsome navy blue number that was distracting to both Chloe and Michael.

Ella simply shook her head fondly at them all as she finished straightening the mess, mumbling under her breath in Spanish. In the meantime, Lucifer quickly made note of where Michael was in the room before smiling at her. "What was it that you ladies wanted to show us?"

Ella and Chloe glanced at each other before Ella turned to trade out reports. "Um, so to start, that taste experiment? It wasn't really a taste experiment." She started turning back around to face the twins. "We were getting samples for DNA testing."

"Oo-kay," Michael drawled, stepping up to stand beside Lucifer at the table. Both twins looked between them, confused. "We were curious when we couldn't taste the chemical. But why couldn't you just say that from the start?"

Ella gaped. "You two can taste chemicals?"

"Down to the very molecule if we wanted." Michael smirked at her awed and pouty expression, knowing she was annoyed that he hadn't told her earlier. "Now, mind expanding on what you two wanted our DNA for?"

Chloe took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She clasped her hands together and firmly decided to let that bit of information about supernatural taste buds go. For now. "It was something that your Father said. I got to overthinking it and came to Ella to vent a little." She watched Michael recognize the moment she was talking about. "She offered to test your DNA for me."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, looking vexed and confusion in equal measure. "And what was it that Father said?"

"The thing is…" Elle jumped in, saving Chloe from having to figure out the best way to answer that. "We weren't entirely sure we could, so we didn't want to say anything; but it did work…mostly. You guys obviously came up as unknown, because clearly, you guys don't exist," She made little quotation marks with her fingers. "But the test was able to differentiate between your chromosomes."

"I'm going to pretend I am following," Michael muttered, rubbing a stressed hand against his forehead.

"Your chromosomes are what hold all of your genetic information. Basically, it is one way we can determine DNA matches." She looked down at the papers in her hands before handing one to Michael and the other to Lucifer. "These are your results." The twins peered at what amounted to gobbledygook. "Now, you guys have two distinct sets of chromosomes that came out as unknown. I am going to assume that would be the extra bits that most likely hold your angelic markers. I circled those here; but anyway, to the point."

"If you would," Lucifer stated, a bit peevishly.

Ella huffed, but gamely continued. "In the case of identical twins, the differential results would be exactly the same since identical twins are the result of the same DNA just being split during division. Seeing as you guys look like identical twins, it would make sense that yours should match up." Ella paused once again, glancing at Chloe nervously before turning back to the angelic twins and taking a deep breath. "Compare yours."

Lucifer and Michael glanced at each other before turning sharp eyes at Chloe. They looked nervous and anxious. "Should?" they asked together, voices tinny with pending distress.

Chloe nodded silently, her heart in her throat. Michael was first to move, laying his results on the table in front of him before prompting Lucifer to do the same. Slowly, Lucifer rested his beside his brother's. For many long minutes, they simply stared at the papers in front of them. Chloe was afraid they had broken them. She wanted to reach out, to comfort them, but was too scared to startle them.

"You guys don't match…at all," Ella whispered nervously, unable to keep silent anymore as she watched the 'twins' who had remained so still all this time. "In fact, if I was just looking at the results, I would say you guys weren't the least bit related."

Lucifer shook his head. "I don't…are we sure they are the right samples?" He looked at Ella pleadingly.

Ella took no insult at the insinuation that she had messed up. "I ran the tests multiple times. I can run them again with a different sample," She offered, but her tone implied that it would do no good.

"There's no need," Michael stated, his voice hard. "I know exactly who to ask." He quickly grabbed up both sets of results. Before any of them could react, he was gone in a gust of air.

Lucifer cursed, running a hand through his hair.

"Go after him," Chloe begged urgently. Lucifer looked up at her, his eyes wide, still in shock. He looked lost. "Go, Lucifer."

The next second, Lucifer also vanished, leaving only air behind.

Chloe gasped, her hand moving to her mouth to cover the sob that wrenched itself from her throat. What had she done?