Lucifer puttered around his apartment. Chloe and Dan were due to turn up tonight and test the waters, as it were. A sitter, possibly for the entire night if Lucifer had his choice, had been called to Chloe's apartment.

He 'dressed down' for the night, leaving off jacket and waistcoat and remaining in a pale grey button down and darker trousers. Being a Friday, the club will be roaring later, with bass soaking up through the floors. That hours off yet, he planned for them to show up after getting themselves fed.

This kind of thing came as old hat to the Devil. He did what he normally does-or used to- selecting appropriate condoms and lubes that were latex-friendly. A box of gloves sat on the nightstand if things got interesting. Lucifer left the 'really interesting' box in the closet. Preparations taking up all of five minutes, he went back to searching Etsy stores for glass work.

The elevator delivered his first visitor of the evening. Lucifer smiled, expecting Chloe to emerge, albeit very early. Instead, Dan appeared, with a plastic tray of cupcakes in hand for some Dad-awful reason.

Lucifer would have tried refraining from commenting if Chloe had been around, in an attempt to 'be nice.' She wasn't.

"What on earth are those?"

Dan, taken aback, grumbled. "Food?"

"This isn't a church social, Dan."

"I didn't want to show up empty-handed, all right? This is weird enough."

"Well, if I did pass the plate, it'd be for party favors. Next time bring whatever lube you like. Unopened. I'll add it to the assortments."

"Assuming there's a first time."

"Indeed. That's entirely up to Chloe if that hadn't been made clear. What I have planned will be better than cupcakes, if all goes well." He poured a couple of drinks for them. He hoped his favorite detective wouldn't to be too late.

Dan's throat tightened. Is it warm in here? He set the four-pack of baked goods on the bar gingerly. "Look, I didn't think anything I picked for wine would be acceptable either, so I went with something Chloe likes."

"She likes these dreadful things?"

"Not everything store-bought is horrible, you know. Uhm. What exactly do you have planned?" He glanced toward Lucifer's bedroom. He picked at the neck of his navy blue t-shirt. Subtlety not being his strong point.

Lucifer checked his phone for missed calls. "In time, dear other-Detective. Is Chloe following you up?"

"She's not here already?" Dan accepted the Whiskey. Lucifer's fingertips touched his in the passing of the drink.

"She's only supposed to go deal with your spawn."

Dan frowned at 'spawn'. "We left the precinct around the same time, she's probably just in traffic." He sipped his drink lightly, pretending he could tell the difference between a $2 shot and whatever Lucifer gave him. "You know, every group sex skin flick I've ever seen has it starting with drugs, drinking or terrible party games. Or all of the above. The time you got me up here, you threw me against the wall without any foreplay."

Lucifer lit up at the memory and gave Dan one of his sinful smiles. "I didn't hear you complaining about it."

He fought off a blush. "I mean, how do you start without. Uhm…"

"Oh right, you turned down the orgy invitation. You could come to the next one and pick up some pointers."

Dan halted mid-sip. "You can't be serious. You still have them?"

"Of course not. I reserved a few suites at a nice hotel, being on a bi-monthly schedule and all. I'm sponsoring the next one until a new permanent location is found. I'm not attending, naturally, but I could give you the floor and hotel name."

"Bi-monthly? And no, still not interested. But thank you for thinking of me, I guess."

"Can't have them too often. It'd get boring."

"Boring?"

Lucifer drank Whiskey like it could have been apple juice. "You've really got to stop repeating me, Dan."

Dan could only wish for a constitution that obscene. "Isn't it weird, having a full apartment of..of.." He gestured inarticulately with this glass.

"Multiple humans having a lovely time? Not at all."

"I mean. Random people-"

Lucifer shot him an annoyed look. "I know what you meant. Most of them actually split off to the guest rooms. Just because they're at an orgy doesn't mean they all want to have sex in front of each other. Or even watch others having sex, even though it's terribly fun."

"Really?" That sparked interest in the visual, but it still made it hard to picture enough people to fill the place with activity.

"It's not always a writhing chaotic mass with fluids shooting everywhere, you know. Very unhygienic that way. But that can be fun too, even if I over-tip the house cleaners for the next week."

"I mean, watching other people have sex? It's not awkward?"

"Humans with their barriers down are by far the most interesting to watch. I've always been a proponent of free will, you know. Believe it or not, I'm hoping to observe you and Chloe go at it at some point tonight or another night."

Dan's eyebrows could be hanging off the ceiling.

"You two had a rather long-term relationship, over a decade I'm guessing, I'm curious what that does to sexual positions. Also, I'm trying to figure out Chloe's hang-up on not wanting to try pegging. I don't know if it's something she's genuinely not interested in or if it's a knee-jerk turn off."

Dan inhaled some of his Whiskey and coughed.

Lucifer's phone rang. Notes of Eternal Flame wafted softly from the bar. "Detective?"

"Hey, I can't make it tonight. Can you call Dan?"

"You all right, love?"

"Trixie came down with the flu at school, and she's really sick right now. I don't want to bring a virus over to you guys. I have to go get Tamiflu from the doctor for myself, get Trixie's meds and get her to bed."

"Well, that's unfortunate."

"I know, she feels terrible."

"I mean, Dan's already here."

"Well, can you have a guy's night in? I'd swap, but we'd still be in the same boat, and there's no reason to give you and Dan the flu too."

Trixie's voice came over the speaker in a wail. "Lucifeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr! I threw up!"

Chloe's went distant for a second. "He doesn't need to know that, baby." To them, "Can you manage without me tonight?"

"Well, I'm sure Dan will be more than eager to-"

Dan snatched the phone away from Lucifer. "Is Trixie still nearby?"

"Yeah, I'm stuck right now in traffic, so that's extra fun."

Dan, glaring at Lucifer, kept the phone away from him. "Can you...uhm. explicitly tell me what you mean by 'guys night in'?"

"Men! Watch a movie. Braid each other's hair. What do you normally do? Watch 'Body Bags' again."

Lucifer grabbed the phone. "Sexy pillow fights?"

"Sure, whatever you want. Shit! I need to pull over. Trixie's gonna-"

She hung up abruptly. Dan winced empathetically.

Lucifer held the phone away from his face as if it might bite him then carefully set it down. "Well. I'm glad we didn't hear the end of that call. Might have put a damper on the mood."

Dan continued to be Dan. "I don't think she's used to your version of 'guys night.'"

Lucifer smiled wickedly at him, voice lowering, "Well, what do you think we should do for 'guys night'?"

He shifted. "Maybe I should go help with Trixie?"

"She did warn you away Dan. Flu sounds awful."

"What, you've never had the flu either? Have you ever caught a cold?"

"Nope. Fit as a fiddle."

"Right. Angels don't get sick, then?"

The Devil gestured at himself. "Perk of immortality. Along with good looks, high stamina and an assortment of other talents."

"Right." Dan sat on the arm of the couch, peering through the bottom of his glass. Lucifer's not wrong about the looks or high stamina bit. "I can't help Chloe, and she can't come over. What do you want to do?"

Lucifer left the bar and his glass and approached in long steps, using his already added height to his advantage to lean over Dan and into his space. He plucked away Dan's empty tumbler, setting it aside without taking his eyes off him.

He smoothly slid a warm hand around the detective's waist and sat next to him on the couch arm. His long fingers found skin under the nicely fitted shirt. "Well, Dan, I specifically asked about sexy pillow fights."

Dan's heart rate picked up. He didn't lean away. Unsure where to put his hands, he clasped them. "That's true. You did." He nodded to himself.

"One can't be justifiably fully dressed for a sexy pillow fight. And we all know how those things end, don't we?" Lucifer's hip rested millimeters from his. The Devil leaned into him,"What do you say? Call it a warm-up session for next time?"

Heat flooded up into Dan's chest. If this isn't what Chloe intended, she would be pissed. On the other hand, it wouldn't be him she'd be mad at. As much.

Light pressure straying up his back under the shirt reminded him Lucifer left a question in the air. Dan shivered pleasantly under smooth fingers.

"Can I ask something?"

Lucifer's liquor-laced breath found his neck. Lips traced the hollow of his collarbone. "As long as I get to ask something in exchange."

"Are you a nympho? What is it about laying every person in L.A.?"

"One, No. Two, Attempting, not always succeeding. Three, Please take off your shirt."

"Huh?"

His voice dripped honey and velvet. "My 'something in exchange'" He grinned with darkening eyes.

"So, when you say 'please'?"

Lucifer shrugged. "You can refuse. But you have well-defined abs, and I want to lick them."

He breathed in, a short pause followed by lifting his shirt off and letting it fall back on the couch. "Better?"

"Much. You kept up your workout routine."

He hesitated for a half-second when Lucifer bent in for a kiss. Everything else that resembled functional thought swept away. Hot face and groomed stubble tickled Dan's clean-shaven jaw. Lucifer deepened the kiss, breathing in, sliding touch further up his spine to the neck.

Lucifer swiveled and stood up, unbuttoning cuffs. Dan took the front shirt buttons, leaning up to press lips into the side of his neck where the stubble faded off. He tugged Lucifer's shirttail out of his trousers, the fabric slipping with a silk whisper. He fumbled for a second, trying to figure out why men's shirt buttons on the opposite side from women's.

He got them undone, feeling a little awkward brushing his fingers down Lucifer's sternum. Most of his first trip up here blurred together in a fit of tearing at clothes and finding out making out with another man could be intoxicating. Or maybe it was just Lucifer. He could kiss Lucifer hard, even encouraged to, in a way he couldn't with women.

Lucifer stroked his ribs, smiling devilishly. "Oh, I like eager Dan. Clumsy, new to male on male sex Dan was adorable too."

Dan leaned back. "I am not adorable." The height difference with Lucifer standing made Dan feel a little intimidated. But not much.

Lucifer tugged Dan to his feet, hips bracing against hips. "Feisty Dan has joined the party. And so has little Dan."

"Hey!"

Lucifer cocked an eyebrow with his smile. "Somewhat-above-average-Dan?"

Having had enough of teasing, he bit at Lucifers neck lightly for good measure. "You seemed to like him last time." He got Lucifer out of his silky shirt, sliding hands high up his back as the shirt dropped off his shoulders. Something was different. He jumped. "Hey, turn around."

"Hmm?"

Dan shoved Lucifers shoulder around to look at his back. "What happened to those weird scars?"

"Got my wings back. Thought I mentioned it at some point."

"Yeah, but, your back is smooth now." Dan touched smooth, warm skin over his shoulder blades unbroken by anything resembling a scar. "What'd you tell Chloe?"

"The same thing? Honestly." That familiar annoyance crept into his voice when people questioned his divinity.

He dug his finger pads around the bone, prodding. "I mean, even plastic surgery would leave a scar. There's nothing there."

"You are a lousy masseuse." Lucifer huffed, turned around and scooped him up in his arms, bridal style.

"I can walk!" He protested but threw arms around Lucifer's neck anyway. He'd forgotten how freaking strong his arms were. Heat soaked into Dan.

"What you can't do, apparently, is get on with it." Lucifer dropped Dan on black satin sheets and pounced, taking apart his jeans. He scooted out of them, kicking his pants off the end of the bed. He forgot satin sheets were slippery and almost wrenched something in the process.

Lucifer shifted his weight over him, letting Dan see the desire in his own darker eyes. He bent down, kissing and tasting across his hips and leaving tingles. Scruff chased his lips up the center his chest, up to his jaw and ear. He sat up, legs apart over Dan's. Arresting endlessly dark eyes met pale blue. "What do you desire, Dan?"

His breath stopped for a heartbeat looking up into his dark eyes. "I want to do to you what you did to me last time." Dan tugged at Lucifer's dress trousers, unzipping him.

Lucifer's voice adopted deep velvet tones, slow and seductive and pleased, "Oh, Detective, you have been thinking of me."

Dan blushed. He has.

He wrapped arms around Lucifer's firm waist, yanking him down and kissing hard. The open zipper bit into flesh, but Dan wanted the body contact. Lucifer obliged, lifting hips long enough to tug off everything else, snagging Dan's briefs down along with his boxers.

Immediate skin to skin contact flooded his nerves pleasantly, enough to have Dan fully responsive. And appreciative. He slid hands down Lucifers hips, pulling hard, ground against him. He moaned, mouth angling up to find the Devil's and capturing it.

After a moment, Lucifer propped up, breaking the kiss. "You seem to like being under me. You sure you wouldn't prefer being on the bottom again?" Lucifer rolled his hips invitingly, moving hard against him.

It's tempting just to lie back and let things be done to him. Like last time. Dan growled and rolled them over, taking top. And he lost his balance against the satin again. "Sorry." The sudden friction couldn't have been pleasant.

"If you're going to give yourself whiplash, try not to strain your neck until after you've sucked me off?" Lucifer raised his head, resting his long arms under his neck and wiggling hips against Dan. He propped himself up with pillows to have a better view.

Well, he did feel like he should inspect the potentially injured area. Scooting back on hands and knees, Dan settled his weight over Lucifer's thighs and threaded fingers through his sparse leg hair, raising a few goosebumps on them both. Lucifer actively watching made for an arousing visual in of itself.

A little hesitant, he inhaled clean soap and natural scent. Dan licked his lips and went in warm passes with his tongue, earning a gratifying moan from his partner.

"Been doing some research, have we?"

Dan spoke into him. "We have. Now shut up."

'Research' or not, this part is new territory to Dan, flimsy earlier attempts aside. Lucifer gave far, far better than he got from him their one encounter before and he intended to correct that. He rose up to get his mouth around Lucifer. Besides not really trying to blow a man before, Dan wasn't really prepared to find Lucifer uncircumcised, which didn't come up much in American porn. He found He felt his teeth scrape flesh and drew back quickly. "Sorry?"

"It's all right- relax your jaw a little. Don't try to go too deep too fast."

Dan didn't mind a little coaching. He found Lucifer's voice encouraging, not a reprimand. He tried again, just lips and end of his tongue, working up to a rhythm. He started to lose himself in the small sounds Lucifer made.

Breathing through his nose, Dan tried to loosen his throat and felt like he's managing better. There's a bit more coordination involved than he thought there would be. Lucifer had fisted a hand into the sheet into the sheet, gripping.

Dan found himself enjoying the reactions and risked picking up a little speed and depth. The Devil may not have a gag reflex, but Dan did. He shuddered involuntarily and regretfully had to sit up.

Lucifer took pity on him. "The effort so far has been rather lovely, but you can stop if you want."

Dan changed out his mouth for hands, stroking lightly. "Maybe a different angle? Off the bed?" he found himself wanting to make another try.

They did a quick reposition, Lucifer's legs swung off the side with Dan kneeling. He swallowed, just licking the tip until he got comfortable again. Lucifer touched the back of his neck lightly, without urgency. He shivered, and his throat relaxed again. He had a sudden memory of Chloe's face, mouth wrapped around him and what was that thing she did?

Lucifer hissed and attempted to tighten a hand in Dan's too-short hair. Now very pleased with himself, he continued.

He felt Lucifers hips under him tense in degrees and added a few fingers to tighten, moving his hand with lips. Everything got warmer, and faster and slick. The strained, low verbal warning didn't quite register in time.

He wiped at his face, a little panicky, grabbing a few nearby tissues for himself and the floor. Lucifer reached down and intercepted him with a firm kiss, ignoring his warm sticky mess between them and drawing Dan up with a fresh wicked grin.

A few hours later, Dan woke up in the middle of the night. Club music had begun to pound through the floor in a muted and indistinct rhythm. Still nude and not feeling particularly self-conscious about it, he stretched. He woke on his stomach but turned away, one hand under his pillow and the other somewhere on Lucifer's warm body. He passed fingers over soft skin, finding a defined hip bone.

He grinned to himself when Lucifer reacted. Something not yielding whacked him on the head and left a few puffs of feathery down on his arm.

Oh, right, sexy pillow fight? Better late than never.

Dan picked up his pillow, ready to do battle. He turned over, weapon upraised.

His grin froze in place.

Lucifer didn't have a pillow in hand. He lay flat on his stomach and snored. Dan hadn't been hit by a feather pillow. He'd been hit by feathers. Enormous gleaming white feathers the width of dinner plates spanned an arc over him and off the bed, draping to the floor in twin curtains sprouting from his shoulders.

Lucifer had wings.