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Lucifer was gone.
Well not gone, just missing.
Chloe had talked to everyone she could think of, Ella, Dr Linda, Maze, Amenadiel even Dan.
She always got the same result.
No one knew.
Maze recommended she check the penthouse and “drag his ass back to work.” Amenadiel just said “Everyone has bad days, even Lucifer.” Ella went on a rant about how he wasn’t answering her cat memes, Linda was concerned that he missed his therapy appointment and Dan was talking about how his puddings hadn’t been stolen in 4 days.
Out of all the responses Maze’s was the most promising, the one place she hadn’t checked was Lux. The nightclub was always open, even when Lucifer wasn’t always there, it practically ran on its own. That being said, Lucifer’s charm certainly helped sell the place to the people of Los Angeles.
Chloe sighed, as much as she didn’t like to admit it, it wasn’t unlike Lucifer to disappear for random periods of time. He had been acting weird the past week though, he was almost always moving, practically never sitting down. One time Chloe brushed against his back and he jumped like he’d been electrocuted, he brushed it off as being startled but his reaction was almost like he was in pain.
She ran a hand down her face as she stepped foot into Lux. One of the bouncers recognized her, giving a curt nod before stepping aside to let her in. The party could have been louder than usual but it was hard to tell. Dancers, drinks and a handful of couples making out, but no Lucifer.
Wading through the sea of people she made her way to the piano, there was no one. From the looks of it no one had played it in a few days, the piano lacked its usual sheen from being meticulously cleaned after each use. She pushed through the crowd to the elevator, thankfully it was empty, the last thing she needed was to be stuck in a small, confined space with multiple drunk partygoers.
She pressed the button for the penthouse, the elevator letting out a small hum as it rose.
The elevator arrived with a soft ding, the double doors sliding open smoothly. The penthouse was silent, eerily so. An abandoned glass of what looked like whisky sat on the piano. A soft breeze ran through the room from the open door to the balcony.
Chloe made her way to the bedroom, hand subconsciously reaching for a weapon. Lucifer used to have guests over, but within the past couple months, he’d been embarking in less of his usual sexcapades.
She walked over to the bed to find a sleeping Lucifer, he looked relatively healthy, not messy or overly exhausted. He was wearing nothing but a pair of probably very expensive silk pyjama pants, a view that Chloe wasn’t objecting to. Suddenly he let out a soft twitch and something moved behind him. Something large, something white, something inhuman.
Chloe stumbled backwards slightly knocking into a pillar as she did so. Lucifer stirred and a pair of bright white wings stretched out behind him.
She could feel her heart beating through her chest as she stared.
Wings.
Lucifer had fucking wings.
“Detective? What are you doing here?” Lucifer’s slightly tired voice broke through her thoughts.
She didn’t respond, just staring at him in shock. He was really the devil. She’d kissed the devil. She worked with him everyday, laughing at his jokes, trusting him with her secrets.
Lucifer must have noticed her shock because his face twisted into one of regret. He looked over his shoulder as if to check if there was anything and sighed the moment he saw the two wings.
“Detective-“
“You’re the Devil? Like from the bible? That devil?” She blurted out, still not believing what she was seeing.
“Satan, Beelzebub, Lightbringer, the First Fallen Angel, God’s former Favourite, I could go on. Yes, that devil.” He looked slightly bored as he listed off the names but his eyes were still shining with worry.
“I- I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, it’s just well. You know,” He motioned at the wings, “Most people don’t take well to knowledge of the divine. But you have to know that I would never lie to you, Detective. I may be many things but a liar is not one of them.” He looked so sad as he spoke and Chloe fought the urge to ignore the literal wings on his back and give him a hug.
“I don’t know what to say Lucifer. It’s all real!? God, you, angels, demons, everything?” She gasped, releasing a breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding. “Wait, is Maze really a demon?” She lived with a demon, she let her child play with a demon and the devil.
“How could you keep this from me?” She said, her voice cracking slightly.
“Detective…”
Lucifer’s wings fluffed up as he spoke and Chloe’s eyes immediately locked onto them. Despite everything, they were beautiful. They seemed to almost emanate light on their own, letting out a soft glow as they moved. The feathers were a bit dull however, only some had a bright sheen to them.
“At least you know I’ve never said anything but the truth.” Lucifer said thickly, slowly getting out of the bed. He didn’t approach her, just stood in the space, his eyes glistening with emotion.
“The bloody things just won’t go away. I suppose it’s my father’s special way of punishing me,” He looked up to the sky, “I’ve cut them off before, I’ll cut them off again.” He said to presumably God. His father. Lucifer’s father was God.
Her head spun with all the information, Lucifer had always been telling the truth, it almost made this whole thing easier. He had wings that he apparently hated that wouldn’t go away. Maze was a demon which also meant Amenadiel was an angel. She’d been living, interacting, talking with supernatural beings this whole time. And the worst part was that most of them didn’t even try to hide it, Lucifer literally said he was the devil so many times, had survived things no human should be able to and had an unnatural ability to draw out desires. Maze was insanely strong, had an odd obsession with knives, torture and anything violent, and also said she was a demon multiple times.
How could she have been so ignorant? All the facts were in front of her. She was too blind to see the truth.
“Detec- Chloe. Are you okay?” Lucifer asked softly, “I know it’s a lot to take in.”
Chloe looked up at him. Her head felt surprisingly clear, it was like all the things surrounding Lucifer and well, everything had cleared up. She finally understood.
“I…I think I am.” She replied softly, stepping forward.
Lucifer’s body almost deflated with relief, his wings fluffing up and smoothing themselves over. As she got closer she could see them in more detail, each feather looked like a work of art, they had little swirls of pooled light in them, everyone slightly different.
“Lucifer, they’re beautiful.”
Lucifer’s head snapped up as he realized what she was talking about. His head tilted in confusion as he scoffed, “Whatever do you mean Detective.”
“I mean they’re beautiful. I don’t know any other way to say it.” She said softly, walking closer to him until they were around a foot apart.
“They’re hideous. They are simply a reminder of everything I’ve lost, heaven, my family, my freedom…everything. I lost everything. And these damn things are just rubbing it in my face.” He chuckled ruefully, “Now my father decided it’s going to be a bloody life lesson by giving them back.”
He practically spat the word “father” glaring slightly at the ceiling.
"Lucifer..." Chloe breathed, she felt a pang in her chest thinking about Lucifer all alone in hell, with no one at all.
He turned to stare at her, the feathers on his wings puffed out, giving him the appearance of a slightly ruffled pigeon.
Chloe let out a giggle before she could stop herself, quickly covering her mouth as soon as she did.
“Now whatever could be so funny Detective?” Lucifer asked, his eyes glinting in the low light.
“Nothing, nothing. It’s just you’re looking a bit…ruffled there.” She motioned to his wings, which were currently puffed out very aggressively.
Lucifer’s mouth dropped open, no sound coming out.
“Ruffled?!” He exclaimed with great offence, “I am in no way ruffled!” He pronounced the word with such distaste that she suppressed another laugh at his expression.
"You sure? Your feathers are a bit fluffy…everywhere." She said, ignoring the way her face heated up when he looked at her so intensely.
"The devil is not fluffy. Though I suppose I haven't had them properly groomed since, well, the fall." His voice got a bit quieter at the last part, his eyes clouding over with sadness.
Chloe stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his torso. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat thumping at a steady pace.
"Do you want me to, y'know, groom them for you?" She asked tentatively, based on everything he said before grooming was probably an intimate act, one that required two people. "I mean only if you're okay with it of course, I wouldn't want to pressure you."
Lucifer's eyes looked impossibly soft, "You would do that? For me?" he asked quietly, his voice taking on a tone Chloe so rarely heard.
She nodded in response, hugging him tighter. His bare arms wrapped around her, suddenly reminding her of how close they were.
"Thank you Chloe." Lucifer murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead.
They slowly pulled away from each other, she could still feel the ghost of his lips on her face. She felt her face heat as she tried not to stare at his extremely defined, very bare chest. His muscles glistened in the light, each movement from the wings causing a ripple of movement through his body.
"So how should I do this, do I need to get a brush or...?" She trailed off, staring at the two large wings.
"Ah yes," Lucifer seemed to snap out of his daze, extending a wing to the side. "So you just want to take your fingers and align each feather like so."
He lightly touched a feather, smoothing each side out and straightening it.
"This," He pointed to the spot where his wings arched, "Is the oil gland, unlike birds which have a single one on their tail, I have two which are on my wings. Be careful though Detective they are very sensitive."
He twisted his hand back awkwardly, pressing on something in the feathers. When he pulled back, a light sheen covered his fingers and he smeared it over his wings, the white feathers almost locking into place.
"If done properly, my wings will be fully waterproof and much more comfortable, but I haven't been able to reach most of the spots." He said, wiping his hand on his pants.
"So that's how you do it, Detective!" He chirped, his wing going back to its former position, tucked behind his back.
Chloe's mouth felt dry as she stared at Lucifer who was currently sitting on the other end of the bed, wings spread out to their full length.
She sat behind him, legs crossed, staring at the white wings. They were beautiful, even if they were a bit dull. The wings were huge, some of the feathers at the bottom were longer than her forearm, and they had to be at least 6 feet on each side.
She slid her hands through the silky feathers, Lucifer’s back muscles rippling with every touch, making her face heat up even more. She carded her fingers through the first few feathers experimentally, testing what worked. Once she found something that worked she started from the small of his back, working her way outwards.
They settled into a rhythm fast, Chloe realigning the feathers and Lucifer sitting there like a happy cat. She was pretty sure she heard him purring at one point but didn’t question it. Could angels purr? There were still a handful of questions she would have to ask him later but she focused on finishing realigning the feathers, then spreading the oil over it.
Lucifer was practically asleep by the time she got to the end of his wings, his muscles hardly twitching when she finished dragging her fingers through the snow white feathers.
Chloe felt her face melt into a soft smile as she stared at him. The scars that were at the base of his wings were still there, but hidden by most of the feathers. Lucifer had mentioned cutting them off earlier, and she felt a wave of sorrow wash over her. His father, god, cast him out and made him think that these beautiful wings were a curse. He didn’t even send so much as a word, just gave them back to Lucifer without any warning.
She moved her hands up to where the oil glands were, feeling around in the feathers for the right place. She finally found a raised bump in the mess of his feathers, her fingers already coated with a small amount of shimmering liquid. The oil was clear, with a slightly shimmering surface that almost seemed prismatic, changing colours depending what angle she looked at it from.
She slid her thumb onto the mass of feather’s, pressing on the gland, surprised by the amount of oil that flowed out. Lucifer jolted up suddenly with a gasp and Chloe ignored the way her stomach flipped at the sound.
“Ah- Careful Detective!” He cried out, badly masking a moan, “I told you they’re sensitive!” He hissed, his back seizing up as she continued to press on it, running her hands through the feathers.
“I thought the devil was supposed to be immune to pain.” She replied, watching as the feathers quickly absorbed the oil, locking together wherever it flowed.
“It’s not painful Detective and I can still feel things.” He huffed, sounding slightly offended that she would say that. “I don’t dislike it per se, it was just unexpected.”
The implications of his words sank in, “Oh.” She replied, her cheeks were feeling like they were flaming. She slowly dragged the rest of the oil down his wing, which was around half covered in the fluid.
She finished coating the right wing, noticing the way Lucifer’s hips twitched every time she touched one of the oil glands. The feathers closest to his back also seemed the most sensitive, as well as the ones along the wing bone.
They weren’t together right now but they certainly weren’t going to stay platonic. If Chloe did get the chance to kiss Lucifer she would definitely take it, it’s not like she didn’t want to, he just kept pulling away every time they would have a moment.
She moved on to the left wing, running her fingers lightly over the feathers on the side. She rubbed the oil over the feathers, plunging her fingers into the fluffy plumage. Maybe she massaged his wings a bit more than she should have and trailed her fingers over the long side of his wing.
“My, my Detective, getting a bit touchy there.” Lucifer let out a badly disguised gasp. She could practically see his smirk though, his lips curling into that signature smile, his dark eyes glowing with mischief, glittering in the dark…wait what? Why was she thinking about his lips?
She shook the thought out of her head, the thoughts coming back when he let out another groan as she pressed another sensitive spot.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” She teased, feeling a pulse in between her thighs when he let out a breathy response.
“Well it’s hard not to, Detective. I have a beautiful woman grooming my wings, something that hasn't been done for the past few millennia. So forgive me if I enjoy the moment.” He responded, his voice sounding rough.
She continued, the occasion gasp or groan spilling from his lips. She pretended she didn’t feel hooked on the sounds, her body traitorously heating up.
“Detective…”
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Lucifer, I’ve always wanted this.” She responded, her thighs clenching again as she heard another breathy groan.
“Fuck, Chloe~” He moaned as she pressed hard on the oil gland, his back muscles rippling with the movement.
She continued to drag her fingers throughout the wings, circling them in close circles, the wings thoroughly coated in oil. Lucifer hips bucked up, his right wing letting out a small flap.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” He gasped, “Because you are astoundingly good at this.”
Chloe let out a small laugh and dragged her nail over the small bump. His back arched and he let out an impossibly sexy moan. Like how could someone sound that hot?
Lucifer’s back got tight, and he let out a heavy breath as she massaged and rubbed his wings.
“Fuck Detective!” He cried out, his voice cracking as he got closer. She rubbed against the oil gland again, harder this time, Lucifer shuddering as she did. His wings shone in the light as they flapped out, almost hitting her.
She continued to rub against the most sensitive parts of his wings, his back going tight. He let out a cry as he came and Chloe rubbed soothing circles on his back as he did.
He hauled himself onto the bed, pulling Chloe’s hips on top of his. She straddled him as he took a few deep breaths. When he finally looked up he looked delighted.
“My, my Detective! Wing sex! That’s a new one even for me!” He grinned that damn smile she loved, the one where his eyes glinted with red for a second.
“I didn't know you had it in you!” He continued, her voice cutting him off before she realized it.
"Well I'd love to have you in me.” She responded before she could even think, her face flushing at her own response.
The fucking look Lucifer gave her made heat shoot straight to her core.
"Such a dirty mouth, I'd love to put it to better use." He whispered as she bridged the gap between their mouths.
She let out a moan as he nibbled on her lip, slanting his mouth so her tongue had better access to his mouth.
Fuck, he was a really good kisser, this night would definitely ruin any other man for her. Somehow making out with Lucifer was better than all the sex she’d had in her life.
Something pressed against her thigh and she looked down to find his already slightly tented pants.
“You- How?” She looked at him in disbelief and he just grinned.
“Why, it’s just my Legendary Lucifer Stamina, Detective!” He smirked, pressing kisses down her jaw.
“Nothing where anyone at work can see Lucifer, I don’t want to be wearing turtlenecks in LA heat.” She groaned, giving him a glare, though it lacked any actual bite.
He flashed her a charming smile, “I would never Detective! I’m very discreet.”
“Yeah right, oh~” She trailed off as his clothed cock rubbed against her core. She quickly threw off her shirt, revealing the lacy black bra underneath. She didn’t mean to wear lingerie on the one day she went to his penthouse, but it was the one relatively comfortable thing left in her drawer and based on Lucifer’s face, it was a very good idea.
She could have sworn Lucifer’s eyes flashed red as he stared at her, licking his lips, his pupils probably doubling in size. He practically pounced on her, licking and biting his way down her body. He gave a silent request as he reached her pants and she gave him a nod. Her pants were off in a flash, her matching pair of black panties already soaked.
Lucifer kissed down her stomach, taking his time as he got close to her cunt. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, and an embarrassingly loud moan left her mouth.
He slid her panties off her legs, pressing his tongue against her dripping core. She let out another moan as his tongue slid into her, curling inside her.
Chloe swore she saw stars as he continued to eat her out like a starved man, his wings flaring out while he did. She grabbed a fistful of his hair as his tongue continued to work inside her, every groan that he let out causing a vibration to go through her body.
Her thighs threatened to close around him, Lucifer casually holding them both open like it was nothing at all. The sight of Lucifer in between her thighs should not have been as it was.
Now she understood why he had so many lovers because holy shit.
Lucifer’s tongue coaxed another moan out of her, her grip on his hair tightening as he did.
His tongue pulled out of her, just for him to start slipping his fingers inside her and his hands were huge. She almost thought she might burst at the first two, his fingers pumping in and out of her at a steady pace.
He moved his head back up to her mouth, kissing her while his fingers kept working inside her. She tasted herself on his tongue as she continued to explore his mouth. His eyes flicked to hers, his irises flecked with ember red, the colour disappearing just as fast as it appeared.
Lucifer’s fingers scissored inside her, making her moan into his mouth. His other hand pawed at one of her breasts, unclipping the bra with uncanny speed.
“Wow these are even better than in the movie.” He exclaimed gleefully before pulling his mouth away, a gossamer thread of string connecting their mouths.
“Shut up.” She managed to speak out, though her voice went higher in the end due to his mouth taking a nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. His fingers still pumped in and out of her and she could feel herself coming more and more undone each second.
“But then how would you hear my lovely voice?” He said between breaths, sucking a mark into the soft skin of her breast.
She couldn’t even find the words to respond, her brain was overwhelmed with pleasure. His thumb rolled her clit while his fingers continued to piston in and out of her and his mouth was working wonders on her chest.
“Fuck you’re good at this.” She moaned, her back arching into her hands. He added a third finger, the stretch burning throughout her legs, and her mind immediately cleared of any reasonable thoughts.
He chuckled and sped up in response, his fingers slamming into her with so much force she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning. His touch was gentle but rough at the same time, he listened to her body, moving in sync with it and paying attention to what spots made her react instead of just getting himself off. Lucifer was the type of man to say he was good in bed and then actually deliver.
Her body shuddered as he pumped his fingers into her, his mouth leaving kisses and marks all over her chest.
He moved his mouth back to hers, his tongue slipping back into her mouth with no resistance at all. She felt something coil tighter in her gut as he continued, moaning into his mouth.
Her stomach tightened as she felt herself begin to unravel, his fingers working inside of her while his thumb worked on her clit. His tongue continued to slide around hers as they kissed and he nipped her lip slightly, eliciting a small moan from her.
“More Lucifer.” She managed to gasp out, breaking the kiss just as soon as it resumed.
His fingers seemed to slam into her with unimaginable strength, not enough to hurt but just enough to send her closer to the edge.
She felt her brain getting fuzzy as she came, her eyes shutting as she let out probably the loudest moan of the night. She felt her body go limp as he pulled out, making a show of licking his fingers clean.
“That was…” She started slowly, her brain still catching up with everything. “The best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Who says it’s over?” His eyes seemed to glow with the praise as he stared at her naked body, his pants fully tented. His wings fluttered behind him, shining in the low light as they ruffled then smoothed themselves over.
She almost rolled her eyes as she crawled forward to him.
“Take your damn pants off Lucifer.”
His eyes definitely turned red this time, the colour was the same as a dying flame, the dark pools sprinkled with the brightest flecks of red.
“Yes ma’am Detective.” He flashed her his signature grin, his pants already thrown on the floor.
That made her roll her eyes but she immediately stopped when she saw what was in between his legs. He was huge. Well she shouldn’t be surprised, the man was quite literally inhuman.
“Like what you see, Detective?” He said smugly, as he dragged her towards him.
“Protection?” She asked, not even caring that much because she would have thousands of his children if it meant she got to ride that.
“Angels can’t impregnate humans.” He responded, hardly getting the time to respond before she pushed him down, positioned herself over him and started straddling him. His wings spread out around him and he glanced at them, “Do you want me to put them away?” He asked, groaning as she ran her hand over his length.
“It’s fine, I kind of like them.” She responded, chest warming at the way his eyes softened.
“If you’re sure.” He responded hesitantly.
“Fuck Chloe!”
He gasped out as she rubbed the tip of his hardened cock. A bead of pre-cum slid down the side of his length, his cock twitching with every slight touch she gave.
She rose up, sinking down on him in one motion, the stretch burning throughout her body. He felt perfect, waves of pleasure rolling through her as she rocked her hips against him.
"Oh my god, Lucifer~” She moaned, rolling her hips against him.
"Please don't mention my father while we have sex." He responded, bringing himself up to meet her mouth as she rode him. His lips were still swollen, featherlight against hers as they kissed.
“Oh right, he’s God-“ She continued, cutting off as another wave of pleasure rolled through her.
The sound of Lucifer’s moan was something that she wanted to engrave in her ears. His eyes fluttered shut as she rocked against him, slanting her mouth as he slid his tongue in her mouth.
They stayed there like that, body on body, his hands were on her waist, hers in his hair. She slid a hand down his neck, his hips thrusting up as she trailed a hand along his feathers. She bounced slightly against him, letting out a moan as one of his hands moved down to find her clit.
His hand rubbed against the sensitive bud, touching her in all the right places.
Her hands fisted his hair as she felt the familiar warmth of getting closer, the hand in his wings running through the soft, sensitive feathers. He groaned in response, his thrusts falling into a rhythm. His wings puffed out wherever she touched, reacting to her every touch.
She gasped as she started grinding against him, jolts of stimulation rushing through her as he continued his ministrations, rubbing against her clit, applying all the right pressure to get her closer to the edge.
Lucifer’s tongue explored her mouth, their lips firmly connected as she continued to bounce down on him. He almost seemed to shove his tongue deeper as she drove his length deeper into herself.
She glanced down at him, his brows furrowed in concentration, his eyes were fighting back the faint glow of red, his control slowly coming undone. His wings thrusted out, feathers puffed up in pleasure.
It didn’t take long before she was about to come again, his climax clearly not far behind. Her thighs clenched around him as she came, the orgasm crashing over her like a wave. His cock pulsed as he came as well, sending pleasure rolling throughout her entire body. His wings flared out as he came, retreating to being tucked up behind him as she pulled out, feathers fully smoothed over.
“You are seriously amazing at this Detective.” Lucifer’s smooth voice interrupted her thoughts, his eyes were soft, smile less sharp than usual. He looked love drunk as she pressed another kiss to his mouth.
He leaned into it eagerly, letting out a groan as her hand brushed along his wing. She leaned into him, their bodies glued together, mouths interlocked.
Chloe suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion crash over her, her eyes fluttering shut slightly and she pulled back. Lucifer noticed immediately, stopping and pulling her under the covers of his bed, wrapping his arms around her, his wings tucked neatly behind him. She folded her arms into the space between them, pressing them against his broad chest.
“Detective…” He started, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, “Would you like to make this official. I understand we’ve only kissed before this but if you want this I just think that-“
She let out a breath.
“Of course I will Lucifer.” She interrupted him, locking eyes with him. She let out a soft giggle, “I’ve always wanted this. But you have to promise to not run off randomly ever again.”
“I promise.”
He stared at her with so much love in his eyes as he looked at her. The red was fully gone now, leaving the deep brown eyes she loved so much. She moved her head up to meet his lips in a quick peck before curling close to him.
Lucifer kissed her forehead as she snuggled closer to his chest, noticing how his body was radiating heat, probably one of the perks of being the devil.
She breathed out, the relaxing wave of darkness washing over her. She could hear Lucifer’s voice faintly in the background.
“Sleep well, Detective.”