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Luc

T he devil never sleeps.

Wasn’t that something humans said to justify their shitty behaviors and the stupid things that happened to them because of those behaviors? As if him sleeping or not had anything to do with them making crappy decisions over and over again. He could be dead, and they’d still be messing things up left, right, and center. Sadly for them, he was very much alive, very much awake, and very much certain that his attempts at ignoring his current predicament weren’t working in the slightest.

His ‘predicament’ being a tiny, warm, squirmy human sleeping soundly buried in his arms and wrapped in his wings. That he had pulled that predicament closer and snuggled with it was neither here nor there. He had been tired, Oren had been tempting, and as the devil he wasn’t used to telling himself no when he wanted something.

Temptation tasted delicious, after all.

Luc observed the human as he slept, unable to tear his eyes away. He wasn’t sure why he was reacting like this. He’d seen countless humans. Some were attractive. A lot of them were downright beautiful.

Oren… was something else completely.

He made Luc’s insides burn with a desire he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Sex was easy to find in Hell. All of his demons were more than open to playing around with whoever and never made more of a fuss about it than needed. So why was the sight of this pastel-clad, miniature human being making Luc feel like he’d never touched another person? His skin was prickling in all the places they were touching, and he felt a tingle he hadn’t felt in eons at the base of his horns that was driving him insane.

Unable to help himself, he ran his tail up and down Oren’s back, desperate to touch as much of him as he could without having to move his arms from around his body. Oren wiggled and let out a soft sigh when the tip of it slipped under his pajama shirt, trailing over naked skin. Soft, warm, and so gorgeously pink compared to Luc’s dark red.

Luc’s cock was hard and heavy between his legs by this point, aching for some contact. All reasoning about why he should hold back had vanished overnight. He pulled Oren closer, and the human went willingly, diving headfirst into Luc’s chest and gluing his body against Luc’s front.

Luc’s lips stretched into a smirk when he felt a bulge between Oren’s legs.

He was so delectably small compared to Luc. He wondered how they’d fit together. Would the weight of Luc on top of him be too much, or would he like the strain of it? Would he want to be on top, straddling him, hands tied behind his back?

Would he allow just his cock inside his body, or were other parts of Luc fair game as well? Which one of his toys would Oren like best? The way his eyes had been moving over everything in his closet yesterday, Luc had some rough ideas of where to start.

Oren stirred in his arms while Luc was planning every debaucherous thing he wanted to do to him, twitching, then stretching like a kitten against his chest and bringing Luc’s wandering thoughts crawling back. He looked down and found Oren blinking up at him, green eyes hazy but bright without the obstruction of his glasses. A small, sleepy smile was already pulling at his lips, like he was happy to see Luc and not disturbed in the slightest to be waking up clinging to the literal devil.

“Morning,” Oren mumbled shyly, his voice a little slurred.

Luc chuckled, doing his best to shift his hips away from Oren for politeness’s sake. It wouldn’t do to jab him with it straight away. He had more class than that. “Morning.”

Oren blinked as he got his bearings, squinting and trying to see around the still-dark room. “ Is it morning?”

Luc shrugged, reaching over and creating a spark between two claws. Luc sent the flame to the candles and sconces in the room easily—manipulating fire was like a party trick at this point. In the end the room was lit up with a cozy orange glow.

Luc nodded, satisfied, and glanced down at a slack-jawed Oren. He smothered a smirk. “It can be whatever you want, hon.”

Time didn’t really matter in Hell, but Oren was new.

“Oh.” Oren closed his gaping mouth and bit his lip.

He inched a little closer, and Luc might not have noticed if he hadn’t already been hyperaware of every part of him. He fought the urge to drag Oren on top of him, instead settling back down on the bed and folding his arms behind his head, basking in the lazy heat and letting the little human creep to his heart’s content.

He wanted to see how far he could push Oren—yes fucking please—but there was also the enticement of sitting back and seeing how far Oren was willing to go on his own.

“Wait…” Oren said suddenly, turning his head almost completely around to try and get a look at his back. “Both your arms are there, so what’s…?”

“My tail,” Luc said, laying it down the length of Oren’s spine, thick and hot.

Oren snapped his head back around, blushing red with his pupils dilating. “It can do that?”

Luc smirked, flicking his forked tongue out to the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, it can do so many wonderful things,” he said, enjoying the full-body shudder that ran through Oren.

“I like learning.” Oren sounded slightly breathless as he batted those eyelashes up at him.

Luc swallowed a groan and rolled his tail so it massaged Oren’s skin slowly. “Are you sure you’re ready for that kind of instruction, hon? It’s a pretty big learning curve.”

Oren made a sound in his throat that was sin itself, arching into the roll of Luc’s tail and pushing that pert ass out as an offering.

Luc grabbed a handful, because how could he not, and realized a couple things at once. One: Oren’s shorts were short. Two: they had ridden up even farther in his sleep. And three: he wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath them, so Luc had a full handful of supple pink skin to dig his claws into.

Oren gasped at the touch, grasping one of Luc’s pecs like he needed something to anchor him as his eyelids fluttered.

Fuck it. Luc was going to plow this little minx into the mattress right now.

Tucking his hand behind Oren’s knee, he used the leverage to hoist Oren up onto his lap. Those legs and hips had to stretch wide to accommodate him, but he fit perfectly, poised over Luc’s hard cock. They both groaned in unison, a flush working its way down Oren’s neck and under his cute little shirt.

He looked too innocent by half, all pink and lace, but it was hiding a multitude of sins. His hard cock was stretching the material of those slutty shorts, and he was already rolling his hips like he wanted everything.

Luc purred to see it, his eyelids falling to half-mast as he enjoyed the show, cock already leaking with the lube needed to shove straight up inside.

He let his tail slide out of Oren’s shirt and coiled it over Oren’s thigh.

Oren whimpered at the sight of it. “Luc… I…”

Luc snuck it up under his shorts like his hand on the opposite side, probing, exploring. Oren’s head fell back, his mouth parted as he panted, hips rocking faster.

Luc was about to rip his clothes off him when a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air. Oren jumped so high he fell off Luc’s lap and landed in a pile of blankets and pillows, his flailing limbs smacking Luc wherever they could.

The glorious pressure on Luc’s cock was gone, and he was left throbbing and aching. He groaned, reaching out to grip Oren and settle his wayward arms, possibly pull him close again and use his moans to drown out the noise. He was sure he could make him scream loud enough to cover whatever was happening. He just had to pin him down finally—

“RUN!” someone screeched, and the sound was followed by a veritable stampede thundering outside Luc’s door.

He froze in place. Voices mixed together with inhuman screeches and screams, bodies colliding and talons scratching against stone floors. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard this particular chorus of chaos, but he was hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was.

“What’s happening?” Oren asked, turning to look at Luc. He looked curious, shocked, and wonderfully disheveled, but there was no fear on his face.

“Just a second, hon.” Luc threw the blankets off of his body and stood up. His cock was still hard between his legs, making walking to his bedroom door a much more harrowing task than it should have been.

He got to the door and pulled it open, glancing into the hallway. Dust had risen up from the rush of bodies hurling themselves through the narrow space, and Luc nearly coughed when it forced its way into his nose. A bright red light pierced the murky air, flashing above his head, and his eyes widened at the sight of it. He slammed the door shut and braced his back against it.

“Get up,” Luc said to Oren. “We need to go.”

Oren remained silent and motionless, eyes glued to the spot between Luc’s legs.

Luc smirked at the realization that it was the first time Oren had seen his cock. “Like what you see?” he asked, instantly forgetting the mayhem outside his door.

“So big.” Oren licked his lips.

“I’m willing to bet you haven’t seen a bigger one.” Luc winked. It wasn’t really bragging, it was just a fact. Humans and demons were not the same.

Oren shook his head earnestly, getting out of bed and taking a few steps toward Luc. “Never seen one at all besides my own and in videos. I like it. But yours has…”

“Ridges,” Luc said, addressing the raised lines of flesh circling his cock.

“And…” Oren pointed.

“A piercing,” Luc finished for him, reaching down and touching the tight ring running through the large head. He hissed at the lance of pleasure it shot through him.

“I want…” Oren whispered, reaching out, and Luc wanted too… He wanted so much, but a body collided with his door, almost dislodging him from his spot.

“I want too, hon,” he said, “but we need to go.”

“Why?” Oren asked, bottom lip sticking out temptingly. “We were having a good time.”

“Nobody will be having a good time if we don’t move to a safer location.” Luc gripped Oren’s thin shoulders and turned him away. “Please just get dressed and follow me.”

“What’s happening, Luc? Are you scared?”

“I’m not scared,” Luc said, nudging him toward the closet. “Just worried.”

“But why?” Oren disappeared into the closet, emerging in a pair of tight jeans and a peach-colored button-down. Luc watched him pull a darker orange bowtie out of the wardrobe and tie it around his neck, seemingly completely unaware of the emergency around them.

“We don’t have time for accessories, hon,” Luc said, crossing the space between them and pushing him toward the door.

“What about your clothes?” Oren asked, digging his heels in and pointing at Luc’s naked body.

“No time,” he said again. “Just walk.”

Luc rushed Oren out of the bedroom and into the hallway, steering him away from the general mayhem that could be heard in the near distance. He navigated them to a small passage and pushed Oren inside a small, dark room at the end of it that would barely have had enough room for two of Luc, but was perfect for him and a small human. He latched the door and turned to Oren, pinning him between his body and the hard stone wall for extra protection… among other benefits.

“Luc?” Oren’s voice echoed around the empty space.

“Hm?”

“Where are we?”

“Anti-Tana panic room,” Luc said. The feeling of fabric and skin against his naked torso was more than distracting, and he gave his hips the freedom to roll just slightly into Oren. They were alone, and safe, in the dark.

“A what now?” Oren asked, still endlessly curious even as his fingers played at Luc’s chest in return.

“Tana is one of the demons here. You may have seen her at orientation,” Luc said. “She’s a bit taciturn. Volatile. She has days where her moods get the best of her, and it’s best to stay out of her way.”

“And the entirety of Hell just runs for cover?”

“We’re reasonable folk around here,” Luc said. “Better safe than eaten.”

“Right.” Oren frowned and glanced around them. “Is there a light in here, or…”

Rampaging demon? Fine.

Darkness? Still scarier, apparently.

Luc snorted a laugh before pressing in closer. As the devil, he could smell the bright scent of innocence this close, tinged with a dirty hint of wanting. Oren’s soul was inherently good, there was no doubt, but it was also hungry.

He nosed at Oren’s ear. “No light, but I’m right here, and isn’t that better?”

He felt Oren’s shiver, the adrenaline coupled with the proximity bringing them back to a healthy simmer. They were going to be stuck in here anyway, Luc definitely was still half-hard, and he had no problems following the thread of connection between them to a very satisfying conclusion.

“Now… where were we?” Luc asked.

“You were talking about ridges and piercings, I think,” Oren said, looking down between them even though he couldn’t see anything in the darkness like Luc could.

“Hmm. And that’s interesting to you?”

“Can I touch?” Oren asked abruptly, not even bothering with innuendo or playing along. He was staring up into Luc’s eyes and looking far too innocent for someone asking to touch the devil’s dick.

“You can do whatever you want, hon,” Luc said, as if he’d ever be able to deny him anything.

Oren’s little hands found Luc’s hips, framing the space above his cock before dipping lower and lower. The tips of his fingers found the ridges, running over them softly, counting each one. Luc hissed and groaned and thrust up into them, smearing some of his natural lubricant against Oren’s shirt, the touch turning him inside out. He’d been edged since the early hours; he was about ready to burst.

“It’s lubricated?” Oren asked.

“Makes things so much quicker and easier.”

Oren shuddered against him, gathering more lubricant on his hands. “Can you do that thing with your tail again?”

Luc ripped the zipper of Oren’s jeans open without a care, and he was lifting his tail to dive straight in when a familiar voice and dragging sound made him pause, much to Oren’s vocal displeasure.

“Can’t you follow anyone else?” Zorun whisper-yelled, getting closer.

“But we’re scared,” Tarik whined loudly.

“Don’t you want to take care of us?” Azoth joined in.

“The kind of taking care of you both need is not in my job description,” Zorun said. He was outside the door now, and Luc prayed to all that was unholy that he just kept on going. “And don’t get that scheming look on your faces!”

“What look?” they asked together, innocently.

“You know what I—”

The door was flung open, and everyone stared. Luc and Oren at the twins literally hanging from Zorun’s horns like ornaments, refusing to let go. And the twins and Zorun staring at Luc’s naked ass and his tail in Oren’s open pants.

“It seems this room is taken,” Zorun said.

“Yes, so if you’ll excuse us—” Luc growled, only to be cut off by an explosion that rocked the hall. Debris fell from the ceiling and dust billowed through the hallway toward them.

Zorun rocketed inside with the twins, squishing all of them into the tight space.

“ZORUN!” Luc bellowed in anger.

“It can’t be helped,” Zorun said, jabbing his spine with an elbow as he tried to fit his massive frame alongside Luc’s. Zorun’s markings lit up the room completely. He was like a walking lamp.

“It smells like sexual frustration in here,” Tarik drawled, and Azoth giggled. They both wrapped their legs around Zorun’s chest, still holding on to his horns quite comfortably.

“You must have great upper body strength,” Oren told them.

“We’re flexible too,” they said together.

Zorun sighed.

Luc growled.

Oren chatted.

Hell calmed down forty minutes later. Forty minutes of pressing against Oren but not being able to have him. Forty minutes of listening to Azoth and Tarik’s inane drivel and innuendos and outright offers of serving themselves to Zorun on a platter.

Luc was about ready to lose his mind.

Any hopes of a romantic tryst had been shattered, so they returned to Luc’s room to get ready for the day. Hell couldn’t run itself, unfortunately. Luc had a number of things to see to out of the office, and Oren had asked to come along.

There was only one thing on Luc’s mind though, and he felt like he was the one undergoing torture.

Twice.

Twice they had been interrupted.

It was patently unfair, and Luc was determined to change it, but his to-do list was as long as his tail.

“Can Beasty come?” Oren peeked out of Luc’s closet. He’d demanded time to change because one, Luc had torn his zipper, and two, he hadn’t been given enough time to put together an outfit before evacuation, so he wanted a do-over.

Luc was all too happy to watch him shimmy his pert little butt into another pair of skintight jeans after pulling on his own leather pants and nothing else. Oren finished with a peach-colored shirt, a cream sweater vest, and a cream-and-peach bowtie.

He looked like spun sugar, and Luc was pretty sure he was slowly but surely losing his mind.

“Sure, he can come,” Luc said, knowing he’d just be pouted into giving in anyway. “But if he singes a single paper, it’s your fault.”

“As if you’d know if any papers were singed in that disaster of an office.” Oren scoffed, pulling out a long strip of pale peach fabric and walking to Beast. “It’s recycling, isn’t it, my bestest boy?”

Luc watched him lean down and drape the fabric around Beast's neck, tying it into an ornate bow before straightening up and stepping back to admire his work.

“So cute…” He clapped and turned to Luc, holding his hands out in a universal ta-dah gesture. “We match now!”

“I can see that,” Luc said, torn between staring at the human in bewilderment and just melting at how incredibly silly and cute he was.

Beast, for his part, hiccuped a tiny spark and singed the corner of the bow.

“I think he loves it,” Oren said, clipping a leash around Beast’s neck. “Ready!”

Luc walked up to him, towering over his small form, looking down at him as he brought his hand up and ran the backs of his fingers over Oren’s cheek.

“You’re something else, hon.”

Oren smiled, a little bewildered but pleased. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should,” Luc said, leading them out of the room.

The trek to his office was the slowest in his life because Beast wanted to sniff everything, and Oren looked determined to just let him get away with anything. He patted him between the horns, and the hellbeast had the gall to slither up closer, scratching against Oren’s legs. Luc had zero idea what spell Oren had put him under, but he was eating out of the palm of his hand.

They found their way to Luc’s office eventually, fighting through the mess to Luc’s desk.

Luc sank into his chair with a groan of relief, and Oren hopped up onto the corner of his desk, swinging his legs back and forth.

“This place is a tragedy. You know that, right?” Oren asked, and Luc nodded. He supposed he should do something about it. He supposed he should start working too, but looking at Oren perched so prettily, there wasn’t anything else on his mind.

“Yeah,” Luc said, reaching out to wrap his fingers around Oren’s ankle, pulling his leg toward him. He slipped his claw beneath the cuff of his jeans and ran it over his skin. “But… I’m usually not disturbed in my office.”

“Interesting.” Oren perked up.

Luc laughed and eyed him up and down, tugging him closer to the edge of the desk just as the phone rang. He cursed under his breath and picked it up, hoping he could get rid of them quickly.

Of course that didn’t happen.

He ended up on the phone for forty minutes, putting out fires, literally. Seemed Tana’s outburst had rocked quite a few circles and they were in need of some damage control.

Oren got bored after a while, hopping off the desk and wandering around the room. Luc tracked him hungrily as the droning in his ear continued, wishing he could trade places with Beast, who was cuddling up to Oren at every opportunity.

He watched as Oren bent down to pick up a stray sheet of paper, his jeans stretching over the globes of his ass. His perfectly round, perky, firm…

Luc growled into the phone, startling the caller briefly. As they got back on track, listing off more items of business Luc wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to, he watched Oren walk toward one of the overstuffed shelves next. He was fanning himself with the paper and using his other hand to tug on his bowtie. He loosened it and reached for the button of his shirt, popping it open and pulling the collar away from his neck. His collarbones were exposed, skin delicious and pink, flushed and shiny with a light sweat. Probably smelling divine…

Luc felt his claws dent the flimsy plastic of the phone in his hand.

Oren reached down again, running a gentle hand over Beast, his long, thin fingers massaging and petting Beast’s patchy skin. Luc scowled at Beast as he got a full rubdown while Luc was getting nothing but blue balls and a headache. The voice on the other end of the phone was just white noise now.

He’d officially snapped.

“Just… handle it, okay?” Luc hissed.

“But—”

“Handle. It.”

He hung up with force and rose from his chair, striding around the desk toward Oren.

Oren looked back at the sudden noise, blinking in surprise to see him so close, then letting out an eep of shock when Luc picked him up by the waist and placed him back on the desk.

“Interrupted again…” Luc said, pushing himself between Oren’s eagerly opening thighs.

Oren hooked his hands into Luc’s leather pants and pulled him closer, breathlessly saying, “Disturbances at work lower overall efficiency.”

Luc hummed, eyes fixed on Oren’s mouth. “Maybe a couple distractions are worth it.”

Oren’s pupils blew out, and he trembled beautifully. “I can be a good distraction.”

“Or a bad one.”

“I can be… bad,” Oren said, stumbling over the sentence and blushing profusely.

It shouldn’t have turned Luc on as much as it did.

He dove for Oren’s mouth… and the door to his office swung wide open. Oren turned to look, and Luc’s lips hit his cheek.

This. Could. Not. Be. Happening!

His cock was suffering trauma at this point.

The shadows around the room grew in length with the depth of Luc’s ire, and the newcomer hesitated on the threshold.

“Umm… bossss?” Jek said.

“Hello!” Oren chirped.

“OUT!” Luc boomed.

“B-but, bossss… Tana… round two…” Jek whispered, slitted eyes moving between them as he stayed where he was. Fear of Tana was possibly the only thing that could rival fear of Luc.

“He’s scared, Luc,” Oren said, batting his lashes up at him.

“Not ssscared,” Jek hissed, but Luc was too busy being assaulted by the lashes and the pout to deal with his fragile ego.

“Come on, Luc,” Oren said. “For me?”

Luc groaned and threw his head back, finally accepting that luck was going to be a mega bitch to him today.

“Fine!” he barked, and Oren clapped, bounding over to Jek to pull him inside.

Luc couldn’t catch a break.