Dan froze, half off the bed. "You sure?" her grip was clammy.

"Sort of? My brain is buzzing too hard right now for anything other than company, but if it's okay with Lucifer, I'd like to you stay." She met Dan's eyes. God this is going to be weird for a while. Actual Lucifer. Just like he said all this time.

At least she was thinking hard about the continuation of a future together, whatever insanity that might mean. Is truth enough? Is love? In light of this -no pun intended- revelation? Dan might even be right. And that's terrifying in a way that has nothing to do with Lucifer's immortal status. He really hasn't been in love before.

When she thought about dating an eccentric, well, human, she thought he'd had some kind of previous dating history. He had charm in spades, there's no way he hadn't had a high school sweetheart, or three.

Lord. How awkward would it be if they broke up eventually? Dating profile history: previous serious relationship with actual Devil. Religious beliefs: recently embraced Satanism. Often.

Chloe rolled her eyes at herself.

Hell, if we stay together and this works, the wedding won't be in a church, will it? She mentally shook her head. It was too far off to think about right now. Scattering wits ran rampant and it was going to take a good shepherd to round them up. Heh. Shepherd.

Lucifer rested comfortably against her, eyes low. His head rose and fell with her breathing, looking for all the world like he could be happy here forever. Briefly, she wondered if beds and furniture existed in hell and heaven.

"Is it because of the whole-?" Dan made an unfortunate flapping motion with his hands. Lucifer shot him a dirty look.

What did she say? Chloe breathed out. "Yes, and no. I may not even sleep tonight. I'd like someone else here too, and I'd like it to be you." Especially with your recent experience.

Lucifer stayed snuggled up against her chest, his messy hair tickling between her breasts where the robe fell open. He grinned up at her. "Plus, there's all day tomorrow."

She blinked and pitched her voice to the corner of the room. "Alexa, what time is it?"

An electronic voice wavered back. "The time is 2:14 a.m."

"Well, good thing the sitter is paid up."

Settling back on the edge of the bed, Dan peered into the corner with the fading blue light. "When did you get one of those?"

Grinning from his comfy layered flesh and fabric pillow, Lucifer hooked a thumb in the general direction of his laptop. "Amazon is literally the greatest thing since the invention of printing books. Well, that or internet. For as long as I can stay here on earth, I'm acquiring every last battery and electrically powered toy that catches my fancy. Alexa is just the latest."

"Sorry, I didn't catch that."

"That said, I'm going to change her name shortly. Or just move her out of the bedroom."

Chloe snickered and carded her fingers through his black hair. He really wasn't any different now, was he? Her own blonde waves intermingled around his face, a few golden strands caught against his facial scruff. His dark eyes were the same she's always known. What would happen if he suddenly had to leave? Is all this worth the potential pain? "How long are you here...on earth...for?"

"I retired, remember?"

"Can you actually do that though? Wasn't…uhm…your dad pissed off about it? Can't God just put you back there?"

"He hasn't yet. Even when I was expelled from heaven, Michael was one who got his hands dirty, not Dad. Every other time I only took a holiday, Amenadiel nearly always got appointed as the one to drag me back."

Dan unlatched his belt. "I guess that resolves the bet we had over how he's your brother. Is that why he's here now?"

"Not exactly. Not anymore. Amenadiel lost his wings. Possibly from failing to bring me back, maybe from having demon sex with Maze. Could be something else he screwed up and didn't let me in on. We don't talk more than we have to. Not exactly on the best terms with the fam in general."

Chloe eyed Dan. "What are you doing?"

He slipped his jeans and shirt off. "Sleeping, if I can. I might as well join the pajama party."

"Chloe may not be up for anything, but I'm not promising to keep my hands to myself." The Devil leered at Dan from his reclining position.

Dan almost tripped. "Are you ever not horny or is it just part of the package?" He stuffed his clothes on a shelf. He did not want to be fussed at again for leaving anything on the floor.

"I never wait for inspiration to knock when it's right in front of me."

Chloe snorted. She certainly wasn't going to argue with the view. Either of them. And Dan walked right into that one.

Dan stretched out on the free side, parallel to Lucifer. He didn't seem to mind all that much being within grabbing distance of the Devil. His black boxer-briefs blended in with the bedcovers. He retrieved his phone, like the whole thing is normal now. Hi, I'm Dan, and I'm checking my texts and email while in bed with both my ex and actual Satan.

Chloe licked her lips. God. There's no way she's sleeping tonight. She's also going to have to seriously reconsider the whole 'taking God's name in vain' thing. Since that's apparently real.

She wrenched her train of thought to the previous topic. "So, Maze and Amenadiel shacked up? How did the universe not implode?"

He tilted his head back to look at her. "Well, it did, for him."

The world was a stranger place. Even angels can give into temptation and be punished for it, like any other mortal. She searched his face. "Can he get them back? Like you?"

"He'd have to redeem himself, but he's fully human now, as near as we can tell. As far as I know I didn't do anything at all to have these things forced on me."

He doesn't want them? Well, he did amputate them. She twitched.

"So, all the human rules apply to him too now? He could theoretically die of natural causes and be sent to hell?"

Lucifer shifted. "I suppose so."

"What does 'losing his wings' mean? His wings were taken? Or cut off like yours?"

"He never told me exactly but he made it sound like it took a few weeks to completely lose them. He might still have the 'fleshy pockets', but empty, like mine were under the scars."

"That was why you asked me to take my shirt off all that time ago? You can see the...wing holders?"

Face lit by his phone, Dan glanced over. "How's that?"

She leaned over him to wrap her arms across Lucifer's chest. He was so warm. "Lucifer thought I was a secret angel at some point. And no, it wasn't a come on, that time."

He squeezed her wrists.

She kissed his forehead. "Hey, show me what you were looking for."

"But this position is so much better."

"C'mon, I want to be able to identify secret angels too. Show me."

"Fine." He sat up, back to her, crossing his legs, black silk on black satin. She swore he allowed a whine creep into his agreement.

Chloe reached up, touching his muscled back with light fingers. "Where?" She tried to remember where the scars had been. Not too close to his spine, but not fully over his shoulder blades either.

The more this whole thing became practical, the more her brain settled down. Less magical. It didn't do much to make him less of an alien though.

Lucifer directed her. "Down, apart, there-ish."

Dan put his phone aside and reached over. "Here?" Curious himself, he sat up to get in on the petting exercise. "Is that why you stopped me last night? I might have found them?"

Chloe looked sideways at Dan. "You didn't know about these things last night?"

Dan shrugged uncomfortably. "More like, uhm, 24 hours ago? Ish?"

"That's why you've been acting like a freak all day? That's the thing you saw by accident?"

He shrugged again. "What else could I do? I don't have a poker face, at all."

The skin under her fingers twitched. Lucifer added, "and, for the record, he was terribly upset I hadn't shown you. Now, if you're going to continue prodding me with your cold fingers, can we get on with it?"

Dan smirked.

"Cold? She poked him harder than she probably needed to. "Is this it? Like flat mushy bean bags?"

Lucifer twitched again. "Be careful! I'm sure you don't want to be sent flying off the bed. And no part of me is 'mushy.'"

Chloe traced in circles, attempting to be a little gentler. "Hmmm. Hey, hold still. Dan, sit with your back to me."

Dan did so, feeling a little weird. Chloe touched his 'mortal' back muscles. He and they were like she remembered, tanned and tight. She had a flash from years before, a tired, late work night when a reluctantly volunteered massage turned into something else. She flushed, reminding herself she wasn't even in sleep clothing yet, only a robe.

Concentrate Chloe. This is for science. Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

Dan twisted to look at her. "I assure you, I am not a secret angel. Also, yeah, your hands are cold." He considered. "Does Maze have wings?"

"Hush, I'm feeling for differences."

Lucifer was grumbling about cold, callous hands. She rubbed her thumb down one side. "Okay, yeah. I guess the feather shafts feel like, porcupine quills, kinda, but smaller. The mush must be compressed feathers. How do you not ruin your designer clothing? Do you have to strip first?"

Dan half-turned. She smacked him. "You stay still too." She rubbed on Dan's left shoulder and compared it to Lucifer's. "Yeah, okay. It's kind of a crescent moon shape?"

Lucifer groaned. "You're both terrible at massage. And no, the wings pass through human-made material."

"Your Dad gave you wings that don't destroy your clothes but they still have to be physically part of you?"

"Honestly, this sounds more like a conversation you should have with Ella."

She stopped. "Ella wasn't named as one of the ones who know."

"She doesn't. But she is the scientist. She'd probably clip my feathers just to look at them under a microscope."

"She'd probably clip as many samples off you as you'd let her take. Can you fly?"

"I don't do it much. I prefer not to have them out at all."

"Can I see it sometime? You flying?

Lucifer grumbled. "If I'd known this was going to be fifty question night, I would have gotten this over with earlier."

Dan turned in place. "Hey, I want to try."

Lucifer shifted but didn't get up. "Am I a guinea pig all night too then?"

Chloe stretched her legs, scooting to switch places with Dan. He followed the movement of her thighs. "You're the one that almost made me shit myself. I think you can put up with this for a little while."

Dan moved, sitting crossed-legged behind Lucifer. "Where?"

Chloe moved his hand by the wrist. "Over here, and here, I think."

"Doesn't look like much to me, but I can feel something, I think." He tried both hands at once and felt Lucifer's back relax in response.

"Mmmmmm. That's actually nice. Less poking. And not icicles."

Chloe made a face. "Hey!"

Encouraged, Dan dug his thumbs along either side of Lucifer's spine, tracing lines of hard muscle. The heat of his body soaked into his hands pleasantly. "Well, I haven't touched many other men-"

"Obviously."

"Okay, if I'm honest, any other men. Half-naked massages aren't exactly all the rage at the precinct. And no, I really don't want to hear about if that became less true since you showed up, Lucifer."

Dan smirked over his shoulder at Chloe. "Do I get to check you too?"

She poked her tongue into her cheek.

Sensing a chance at poking revenge, Lucifer half-turned to her. "It's only fair, Detective."

She pointed at them. "I'm not getting naked." She backed up to Dan. "No peeking." Blushing a little, she let the back of her robe fall off her shoulders.

Dan swallowed. He repeated Chloe's process, trying not to think too hard about his ex-wife's lovely back. Apparently he has a thing for back muscles, in general.

Lucifer, of course, blatantly 'peeked'. Not that she minded him doing it.

Her back was paler, much less muscular than Lucifer's, but that was a given. Fewer layers of flesh were between bones and skin. Wing pockets on her would have been pronounced, probably.

She turned to watch Dan's hands again.

Dan spread out his fingers, palming either side over Lucifer's shoulder blades. His nails were short, but an edge scratched along one side, leaving a faint white line, and maybe an outline.

Chloe leaned in, drawing her robe up. "Do that again."

"What are you looking for? Oh!" Dan used firm pressure, dragging his fingernails down Lucifer's back, and the muscles reacted. They could see slight quivering under the skin where the wings lived. "That looks kind of freaky."

He left behind white pressure lines that filled in with rapid blood flow, but he could see defined outlines of the hidden wing arch as a white and red phantoms in his skin.

Lucifer drew in his breath, slightly strangled. "Daniel, if you aren't currently trying to get in my pants tonight, you should stop doing that."

Dan bit his lip and glanced at Chloe, who watched him. He let up pressure. "Uhm. No offense, but you didn't like it that much last time I touched you." Dan dropped his hands lower, walking his fingers down Lucifer away from the wing enclosures, and thumbing circles along his mid-back.

He still sounded strained, but less so. "Chloe wasn't here."

Chloe blinked. "The mortality thing? Lucifer. Are you telling me that's why the sex we have is crazy good? Because I make you mortal?"

"I assure you, our interlocking parts would still be singing to the heavens without that vulnerability bit. But, well."

She moved around to face him, legs crossed under her, knee to knee with him. "Go on."

"Let's just say I very much hope you're interested in trying restraints or serious spanking at some point. On me, of course."

She kissed him and drew back. "What we did wasn't serious?"

"Oh, darling, no. But you're quite adorable for thinking so."

Dan didn't ask, but he really wanted to. He ghosted his hands back up from the hips, skimming the shoulders to work into Lucifer's neck. Chloe caught the red reflective flash in his eyes when Dan's fingers walked over his wing spots, knowing what it was, now. She felt herself warming with the knowledge.

Resting her hands on his knees, she slid them up his long legs and leaned in. Her heart pounded in her ears. "Sooooo, you haven't had sex with another man with me nearby? It could be like losing a whole different kind of virginity?"

Dan's eyebrows went up behind Lucifer.

Half an hour ago, she wasn't up for sex. Especially for the third time in a waking period.

Watching Dan's hands on Lucifer's neck did something to her throat. Watching Lucifer's face in response to the massage did something to her nether regions. Dan took his cue, passing through black hair and returning to his shoulders. He kept the pressure light, sliding his fingers down each side and not using his nails.

Lucifer managed to make a less-stricken face, in between heavier breaths. "I told you, virginity isn't that big of a deal." He slid his hands up her forearms inside the sleeves of her robe. "Of course, I'm happy to participate in any experiments you might propose."

Chloe squeezed his thighs through his thin silk pants, cocking her head. "Did you know this aspect of the vulnerability thing might happen when I asked about inviting someone?"

"Honestly, hadn't thought about it that hard. And speaking of hard, I'm about to have my way with Dan."

Dan paused, asking with his eyes if this is what she wanted. Did she?

Lucifer's sleep pants had indeed tented. Well. Her vag may not be up for another visitation just yet, but there were other things she could do. She leaned up. Seated, he still had several inches on her. His warm bare feet nestled against hers. He had to tilt down to meet her lips.

Dan slid his hands down and back up Lucifer's arms, raising hairs.

She reached across him to snag one of her elastic hair ties off the nightstand, pulling back her untamed waves into a messy bun. Dan blinked. He knew that signal.

So did Lucifer. "Detective?"

"Pants off. Again."

Dan gamely dragged his trim nails down Lucifer's back a second time. The black silk tent twitched hard and his hips bucked against air.

Lucifer groaned achingly and managed to fold his legs together, lifting his hips enough for Chloe to get him stripped and exposed. "Oh, this is just unfair." He managed make himself sound both put out and turned on at the same time.

"Oh?"

Lucifer wasn't the only one here who could tease. She got comfortable, folding her feet under her knees, still wearing the robe because there were still a few things she wasn't quite ready for, maybe. Namely, Dan seeing her bare to the world after, well, being divorced for over a year. Baby steps.

"Well, for one thing, I'm the only one naked." He bucked at air again. "And my bed companions are dragging their feet."

"Well, he has a point." Risking the wrath of Chloe, Dan snaked a hand around to grasp and stroke Lucifer a few times before she got started.

Lucifer leaned back against Dan with a wavering sigh, allowing better access to himself. He half leaned, half propped himself up on his hands, requiring him to keep them out of the action.

Her breath stopped. She stalled, having to admit to herself the visual was hot. They both had large, strong hands. Lucifer with his shit-eating grin, bracing himself against the surface of the covers, hands close to Dan's crossed feet. A tanned fist gripped her lover in long, slow strokes. Thickened skin pulled under his fingers angled away from her.

"Chloe, you're not going to let him have my deliciousness all to himself, are you?"

God. "You know, when we started having sex, I thought you'd talk less, at least in bed."

"You know what they say about assuming."

For a moment, she let Dan have him. This could be fun.

She leaned back, wearing her best Lucifer-eque parody grin. Dan caught her look, smirked.

"Well, Detective? Are you going to torment yourself by not joining in?"

"I don't think I'm the one being tormented."

One of her hands wandered into her robe, Lucifer's gaze following it. She slid forward, working up saliva, licking her lips. Flicking aside the fabric, she found herself wet. "In fact, I think you deserve a little tormenting." Suddenly happy she kept them on this whole time, she touched herself below her undergarments. Lucifer's (and, gratifyingly, Dan's) eyes riveted to her hands.

Oh, this is fun.

Scooting closer on her knees, her other hand played with the belt tie. Deliberately, her busy fingers dipped further. She rocked her hand, catching the motion of the silk covering out of the corner of her eye. Dan's grip became slightly erratic. "Mmmmm. This isn't so bad, all by myself."

Lucifer jerked. Dan transferred his grip to Lucifer's wrists, holding him in place. Chest to his back, he breathed into the Devil's ear. "I think the 'Detective' doesn't want to share just yet."

Lucifer whined.

She smiled wickedly. "Lucifer, Stay."

Dan didn't get the reference, be he knew a line when he heard one. He let go of Lucifer's wrists, and returned to one-handedly stroking his very hard cock.

She untied her robe, letting it fall open, but not removing it. It was just enough to let an inch wide slit open down the front. Letting her wrist where it went into her matching black panties be visible, and the rocking motion. Letting her little finger escape its confines.

She pulled her hand out, fingers glistening. Watching his darkening eyes, she dropped saliva in the same hand, hovering over Lucifer's hips. Dan was breathing hard too.

She teased with the back of her hand against the tip of him. Lips approaching his. He didn't move an inch, tense.

"Good Devil." She turned her hand over, depositing the contents on his tip between hand strokes. Dan worked it into the rhythm, reducing friction. Lucifer hissed in his breath, groaning under them, finally capturing her mouth for a deep kiss.

Dan looked a little strangled himself.

Satisfied, she got down flat on her belly and tasted the very base of him, sucking down the skin in his short curls as far under as she could reach with her mouth and tongue.

She teased a few wet fingers under Lucifer's hips, against his taint. He arched against her.

Finally, she growled, smacking Dan's hand away. "Mine." Adjusting her body and hands between his opened legs, she put her mouth on him, curling fingers tightly around him below her lips.

Lucifer made an inarticulate noise. It was sexy as hell.

Dan smirked, returning both hands to Lucifer's back, wishing he'd shucked his underwear already and his dick getting uncomfortably constrained. Having any amount of Chloe's smell on his right hand turned instantly distracting. What would Lucifer do?

He'd deal with the distraction.

Dan fed his fingers to Lucifer, which he eagerly sucked up with a moan. The mouth on his fingers doing nothing ease his own problem.

Chloe added her own inarticulate sound to the mix.

A wing casin shivered again under his left hand. Dan got a new idea. He retrieved his other hand, regretfully, and dragged his fingernails along the middle of each wing pocket, biting the back of Lucifer's neck.

Lucifer panted. "What did I say about getting thrown off the bed?"

Chloe tilted her face. Dan sucking Lucifer's neck was heady. She could well guess where his hands went to. She pulled her lips up, taking a breath. Her blue went to his dark, poised over him, licking her lips. "You can let go."

Lucifer held them in for another second, straining. Then let his wings out with displaced air and the sound of a flapping sheet, springing in soft, white feathery falls to either side of the bed. It wasn't like the first time, hours ago, violently snapping and surprised. He sank further against Dan before locking his wrists in place behind him.

Chloe jumped, expecting it but also not, Like a toaster, she thought uncontrollably. It was going to take time to get used to that sort of thing. She liked the idea of trying to get used to that sort of thing. The lizard part of her brain took satisfaction in watching Dan be startled too. When she moved, the sleeve of the robe pinched under Lucifer and she grumbled, then bent her head and took him again, circling him with her tongue.

With wings out, she'd swear his cock went up in temperature a couple of degrees.

Dan adjusted his hands, putting Chloe's earlier obtained knowledge to good use. He stroked the base of the wings where they met hot skin, working his fingers into the paired joints. Getting down to the skin and muscle, he rubbed through feathers in widening opposite circles at the lower edge. He forgot to even look at Chloe. Silently praying he wouldn't get decapitated for it, he mouthed Lucifer's neck again, on edge of his jaw scruff. It was a stretch that pressed his hands between chest and wings.

Lucifer gasped. "Definitely...not...fair…"

Chloe painted him with a wide wet tongue. "Then you better make up for it later." She hollowed her cheeks and pulled at him in her mouth, sucking all the way to his apex. Dan, peeking over, noted she didn't have much of a gag reflex.

The slippery silk robe didn't want to stay put. Fuck it. She sat up, shrugged out of the sleeves and tossed the robe. She wasn't trying for a sexy show, but Lucifer looked devastated. In every good way possible. She noted Dan froze too, eyes locking on her body. Her lizard brain was singing.

She walked forward on her knees, bringing his legs together and resting her pelvis with him just outside of her, against her underwear. He twitched against her, bucking. She had eyes only for his, never once flicking away to the wings.

Dan swallowed and went back to applying attention to Lucifer and trying desperately not to stare at her. He helpfully shifted his seat back against the headboard to leave space for Chloe's knees, opening up some room between himself and Lucifer.

Her eyes found unfocused dark ones. "Are you okay?"

They claimed her face. He was barely holding on. "Very."

Chloe lifted her hips in a practiced move she'd done a hundred times before on him. He watched like it was the first time she rode him. It wasn't even the first time today.

She climbed on him, pulling aside the middle panel of her panties, spreading herself and wetly kissing him.

God, she was going to be sore tomorrow.

With any luck, so would he.

Lucifer moaned out of time with her hips. Chloe checked on Dan. He had grabbed the edge of the wings in a death grip. She glanced at Lucifer's face then made a silent motion to ease up, making combing gestures.

Abashed, Dan got the message and worked his fingers into the back of either wing like it was long, strange hair.

The response was immediate. Lucifer rocked hard against her, unable to grab her hips because of the angle and slippery satin he braced himself on.

She liked it.

Chloe clenched on him as she rocked, closing her eyes and taking in the sounds of his feathers rustling, of Lucifer's heavy breathing rolling under her, Dan making obscene noises on Lucifer's throat in counterpoint. And enjoying it.

She opened her eyes again, rolling herself up and almost off him, holding in the up position for just a moment. Longer.

Lucifer blinked on her. She smiled.

She rocked down on him and he released with throaty noises and hard, hard contractions, filling her.

Lucifer became a deadweight, making Dan quickly scramble out from under him. He carefully slipped off the bed, as the surface area got taken up by swaths of limp wings.

Chloe somewhat awkwardly dismounted, scooting backwards as to not crush feathers. Lucifer reached up and tugged her down to his side, defeating her caution. She smiled, snuggling into his side and wrapping and arm over his waist. Lucifer raggedly leaned out, grabbing Dan's wrist. There was very little power left behind it.

Dan poised on the edge of the mattress. Chloe might have feather crushing privileges, but that didn't mean he did. Lucifer rolled his eyes, still breathing heavily, tugged again. Dan stretched out, him and Chloe curled into opposite wing arches.

"For the record, I'm going to get my revenge on your both. And I keep my word."

Dan, carefully, leaned up. "Okay, Satan." and kissed him on the cheek, collapsing again.

"Daddammit."