After several hours of wandering around the forest, Angel had to come to grips with reality; he was lost.

He’d never been in the forest much, having spent his life either in the big cities or at sea, so why he’d decided to walk in there on his own he wasn’t sure of, other than having been tipsy and in a sour mood. But honestly, that was quite the stupid reason, considering where it led him.

So he was lost, and the sun was starting to set. He was not looking forward to sleeping in the middle of the forest, not when he didn’t know if there were any bears or wolves nearby.

 

He stopped as he finally came across moving water; a tiny brook in a small clearing, the sound of it the first sign of its existence. If he followed it, he was sure he’d find civilisation again. Only problem was, he didn’t know if the closest town was upstream or downstream.

Crouching down by the water, he bent down to drink. The water was lively and clear, a place that would have been the perfect playground if it hadn’t been so far into the forest.

Pursing his lips, he stared down at the purling water.

Did a small brook count as ‘on the waters’? Standing at the seashore was one thing, but this was hardly the sea. Though he supposed it reached there eventually, no matter how many miles it took, so maybe it was worth a shot.

 

Sitting down and pulling off his boots, he dipped his feet into the cool water. The low-hanging sun filtering down between the branches wasn’t quite enough to warm it up, even at the height of summer.

“Hey Lucifer, can ya hear me?”

 

It only took a couple of seconds for him to know that yes, Lucifer could hear him, even in this small amount of water.

The water twirled around his ankles, going against the stream. His eyes followed it as it rose in the air, taking the shape of a person, sitting on the other side of the brook. A smile made its way onto Angel’s face.

“I wasn’t sure if ya could hear me this far from the sea.”

Lucifer returned his smile.

“As long as the waters reach the sea, I can. Could technically hear you if you were standing in a bucket of seawater too, but I wouldn’t know where your voice was coming from.”

 

“That’s some excellent hearin’,” Angel laughed, letting Lucifer pull him to his feet and out of the water. The moss tickled the soles of his feet. “So, uh, ya don’t happen to know which direction leads to the closest town? Up- or downstream?”

“You weren’t planning on setting up camp out here with me? And here I thought you were trying to romance me.” Then Lucifer grinned, pointing downstream. “That way. Give or take an hour and a half’s walk, probably less, considering how long your legs are.”

Angel looked at Lucifer, at the playful sparkle in his eyes.

“I’d love to, but I don’t really have anythin’ to romance ya with right now. Barely got any food on me.” You could hardly woo someone with yesterday’s bread.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. If you can make a fire, I can supply as much food as you’d like. As long as you like fish.”

Laughing, Angel shook his head in amusement. “Yeah, then I don’t mind stayin’ a bit longer.”

“Excellent. Give me five minutes.”

 

-

 

As they sat in front of the warm fire, chewing on freshly grilled fish still hot from the fire, Angel turned to look at Lucifer, sitting right beside him. The sun hung low in the sky now, its rays barely visible through the thick of the trees, the dark shadows of oncoming night only kept at bay by the light of the fire.

“Hey Lucifer,” he started, stretching out his legs to warm his feet by the fire. Lucifer met his eyes. “I didn’t think mahi mahi lived in this climate. Or in tiny forest brooks.”

“They don’t. They’re just one of my favourites.”

“So am I technically eatin’ ya? Or did ya make it swim all the way here in just a couple’a minutes?”

The flush his words brought to Lucifer’s cheeks made a grin sneak onto Angel’s face.

“Well. Technically, I made it out of myself, so… Yes. To the first one.”

“Kinky.”

“I assure you, I don’t actually taste like fish.”

“Oh, I know. At least if kissin’ ya’s anythin’ to go by.” Angel leaned in closer, eyes locked with Lucifer’s. “But what do I know, really, your dick could be salmon-flavoured for all I know.”

 

Lucifer’s laugh ended in a snort, his hand pressed to his mouth.

“I’d prove it to you, but I’m not sure you want to do something like that with my wife watching.”

Angel’s brows knitted together in confusion. “There’s no one here but us.”

Lucifer pointed up to the sky. “She’s right there.”

Well, that certainly explained nothing.

“I’m not followin’.”

“She’s the stars.”

 

Had he not known that Lucifer was the embodiment of the literal sea, he would have been more sceptical than he ended up being. The sea being married to the stars? Yeah, sure, why not?

“Does she not like watchin’ you fuck others?”

“Oh, no, she’s very into it. I just wasn’t sure if you were.”

“I definitely could be.”

“Well then.”

 

Lucifer tossed his fish bones to the side, a smile gracing his face, the fire reflecting in his eyes. As he moved closer, Angel could feel the scent of the sea, familiar in his lungs. He stood on his knees, lips pulled into an everwidening smile as he leaned down.

His lips were as cool as he remembered them, soft to the touch. Lucifer’s hands cradled his face, Angel straightening his back to push deeper into the kiss.

Throwing away his own bones, he grabbed Lucifer by the waist, pulling him into his lap. Lucifer fell against his chest with a laugh, his hands finding Angel’s cheeks again. He pressed a feather light kiss to his lips, before a wide grin made its way onto his face as he sat up.

Angel yelped as he felt something cold touch his skin, and as he looked down, he saw clear tendrils made out of water, feeling them slowly warm up against his skin as they snuck in underneath his trousers.

He laughed.

“Didn’t know ya could do that.”

The grin on Lucifer’s face was playful as he pushed Angel down into the moss.

“I can do a lot of things you have no idea about.”

 

Angel watched as Lucifer unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off. The tendrils pulled Angel’s trousers down, the summer air warm against his skin. Lucifer lay down against his chest again, lifting his hips, those same tendrils pulling the rest of his clothes off for him, Angel’s own clothes soon dropped into the same pile as Lucifer’s.

Lying on the moss-covered forest floor, Angel felt tendrils run along his skin, the cool touch of Lucifer’s hands cupping his cheeks, his tongue in his mouth. He tasted like salt and the fish they had just eaten, making him smile, a giggle escaping him as his head fell back.

“What?”

“Ya taste like fish.”

Lucifer laughed. “I’d imagine I do, right now.”

 

As he sat up, one of his hands trailed down to Angel’s cock. As his fingers wrapped around him, Angel’s back arched, the touch of Lucifer’s cold skin against his hot cock making him that much more aware of every touch.

He reached out, pulling Lucifer down into another kiss, feeling a tendril caress his ass, feeling it press between his asscheeks, before finally pushing inside. Angel moaned into the kiss, holding Lucifer against him by a hand buried in the hair at the back of his head. He could feel Lucifer’s smile against his lips as he closed his eyes, concentrating on every sensation of Lucifer’s touch.

Lucifer’s fingers moved along his cock, up and down, his tiny whimpers swallowed by Angel’s lips on his. As his hand moved down to Lucifer’s ass, he felt another tendril, working Lucifer open, preparing him. His nails dug into Lucifer’s ass, making him moan.

 

Soon enough, Lucifer broke the kiss, sitting up so he could guide the tip of Angel’s cock to his ass. Angel bit his lip as he felt him lower himself down, slowly, the inside of him just as cool as his mouth. The contrast to the tendrils, now warm against his skin, warm where they slowly moved inside him, made him feel like he was going mad.

As he felt Lucifer’s fingertips graze his lips, he opened his eyes. Lucifer’s smile was warm.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, making Angel blush.

“Good thing I think you’re pretty too, then.” Angel‘s grin was wide. His hips bucked as he felt another tendril push inside of him, making Lucifer’s back hunch forward, supporting himself by a hand on Angel’s chest, moaning as Angel’s movement made him thrust inside of him.

“Fuck,” Lucifer breathed, leaning forward, eyes slipping closed as he started to move, slowly and deliberately.

Angel watched him, breaths coming out in gasps as Lucifer rode him, held in place by the tendrils, even more of them running along every inch of his body. He groaned, feeling the tendrils slowly pushing deeper, their movements slow even as Lucifer’s hips picked up speed, thrusting himself down on Angel’s cock.

His hands found Lucifer’s thighs, squeezing tightly, nails digging into his skin, making Lucifer’s movements stutter before they picked up again, moving faster now.

As he felt himself get close to the edge, Lucifer’s eyes opened, meeting his. Angel felt his heart skip a beat.

 

Lucifer’s body was lit up by the fire, the warm glow of the flames making him look radiant, but not even that was a match to the blue of his glowing eyes, casting their light on his eyelashes, dyeing them the bright colour of the water by the white-sand beaches he remembered visiting mere months ago.

Slowly, the sun’s rays disappeared beyond the trees, leaving the forest dark, the sound of an owl in the distance. But it was hard to remember anything but this, here, now, when Lucifer’s cool body slowly rose in temperature, growing as warm as the waters of a shallow summer shoreline, his gasping breath coming out faster and faster, his nails turning into claws, his teeth growing sharp, the light of the fire reflecting in them.

Angel’s hips bucked as Lucifer’s claws left scratches on his skin, sure to remain for days. He cursed underneath his breath, hands moving up Lucifer’s thighs to his hips, grip so tight it might bruise.

 

He watched as a grin grew on Lucifer’s face, his face growing less human by each thrust. There was something ethereal about him, and for a second he remembered the times the Vee had encountered mermaids. Faces close enough to human, but not quite the same, something that belonged in a fairytale.

He came with a cry, hands gripping Lucifer tightly, pushing him down on his cock as the tendrils inside of him stretched him to his limit, the pleasure of Lucifer squeezing so tightly around him making him wish his orgasm would never end.

But eventually it had to, and when it did he was left gasping, a sweaty mess, tendrils still inside of him, but calm now, movements so slow they were nearly still, yet he could feel them better than ever before.

Lucifer leaned forward, claiming Angel’s lips for a brief moment, before he spoke, lips brushing against Angel’s with every word.

“I want you to bite me. Mark me. Right now.”

 

Angel’s lips split into a grin as he nodded. He sat up, feeling the tendrils withdraw from inside him. An arm trailed down Lucifer’s spine, making him shudder, his lips ghosting Lucifer’s skin as he pulled him close. He could feel Lucifer’s chest heave as he pressed his hand against it, pushing him down onto his back, reversing their positions.

He slid down Lucifer’s body, leaving a trail of kisses down a shivering stomach in his wake. He grinned as his fingers ran down the length of Lucifer’s cock, enjoying the way it made him shiver.

As he pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, rock hard and leaking with precum, Lucifer’s words made him laugh.

“Don’t bite that, please.”

“I would never.”

 

His fingers lazily ran up and down Lucifer’s cock, holding down his twitching hips. As he did, he felt Lucifer’s tendrils find him again, gently caressing his naked body. Was Lucifer trying to commit every patch of skin to memory? It made him smile, and he licked a long stripe down Lucifer’s cock, one hand finding his ass. He could feel the way his cum dripped between his asscheeks, making him lick his lips.

He pushed a finger inside, feeling it go in with ease.

Kissing his way from his cock to his balls, onto his thigh, he ran his teeth along his skin. The way Lucifer shivered at their touch made his smile widen.

 

Slowly, he bit down, into the soft flesh of Lucifer’s inner thigh, another one of his fingers pushing inside Lucifer, stretching him further. His laugh vibrated against Lucifer’s skin as he felt a thick tendril join his fingers, urging them deeper inside. He moaned as another engulfed his cock, still sensitive from his orgasm.

He bit harder, teeth digging into Lucifer’s skin. The harder he bit, the more of those delicious noises it drew out of Lucifer, who had wrapped his own tendrils around each of his limbs, around his waist, keeping him in place as he writhed, crying out as Angel’s dull teeth left bruises on his skin.

Finally, his teeth broke skin, and with it, Lucifer finally came, strings of warm cum marking his stomach. Angel pulled back, kissing the wound he had left on Lucifer’s skin, up his thigh and to his stomach.

The taste of Lucifer’s cum was salty on his tongue as he licked him clean, taking his time, making sure he got all of it, gathering as much of it as he could in his mouth. Then, he moved back up, fingers running along Lucifer’s soft skin, resting on his chest as he hovered above him. He pushed a finger into Lucifer's mouth, urging it open.

Lucifer’s lips parted, and Angel leaned forward, opening his mouth. As he did, the cum dripped down into Lucifer’s, who pushed his tongue inside his mouth, finding every trace of his cum that he could find, swallowing every drop.

 

As Angel pulled back, his grin was wide. He brushed Lucifer’s sweaty hair out of his face, watching the dazed expression on his face.

He pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Ya were right,” he said, voice dyed with laughter. “Ya don’t taste like fish.”

Lucifer burst into laughter, making Angel’s grin widen. The colours swirled in Lucifer’s eyes, almost dizzying in their intensity, glowing even brighter than they had before.

“I told you.”

 

Sitting up, Angel reached for their clothes. As they stood up to get dressed, Lucifer pulled Angel down into another kiss.

“If we keep having such lovely evenings together, I might fall for you.”

Angel felt his cheeks flush. The look in Lucifer’s eyes was sincere, his fingertips slowly cooling against his cheeks.

“You’re quite the romantic guy for havin’ drowned so many sailors.”

Lucifer smiled. “And I’ll drown many more. I’d drown fleets for those I love.”

As the words sank in, his cheeks flushed an even darker shade of red. “You’d really consider fallin’ in love with me? It’s not just the post-sex brain talkin’?”

“I would, absolutely.” Lucifer pushed a lock of Angel’s hair behind his ear. “I can’t see who wouldn’t fall in love with you.”

Lucifer’s face was so open, so honest, it made him feel bashful. “Just so ya know, I can be a handful.”

“I don’t mind. I’ve got more than just these two hands to offer.”

Angel glanced to the brook, watching the water as it danced among the rocks at the bottom. He thought of the tendrils, about how they had wrapped so comfortably around him, warming up against his body.

He turned back to Lucifer.

“I don’t think I’d mind fallin’ for ya either.”

 

Lucifer took a step back, picking up their shirts and handing Angel’s back to him. His smile was warm as he looked up at him.

He ran his hand up Angel’s chest, resting it above his heart. Angel could feel it beat beneath the confines of his ribs, the tips of Lucifer’s claws gently tickling his skin as his fingers splayed across his skin.

Lucifer stepped in close, his toes brushing Angel’s. With his face turned toward him, he pulled him down, arms wrapped around his shoulders. “And just so you know… when I fall in love, I do it with my whole heart.”

Angel felt butterflies flutter in his chest, warmth spreading inside him.

He pressed his lips to Lucifer’s. He could feel Lucifer stand on his tiptoes to reach higher, deepening the kiss. Angel’s hands cupped Lucifer’s cheeks, holding him there, kissing him until he ran out of air in his lungs.

As he pulled back to catch his breath, he watched a dopey smile spread across Lucifer’s lips.

The fire had almost died out, the only light now Lucifer’s eyes, still glowing.

“I should probably get to that town ya mentioned earlier, unless you’re plannin’ on keepin’ me warm all night.”

“I’m not very good at keeping others warm, I have to admit. If you want me to do that you’d have to make me come more than once. I cool down pretty quickly.”

Lucifer held out his hand in offering. As they started to walk, Angel had the distinct feeling that everything had gotten a little brighter.

He looked up to the sky, at the unusually bright stars.

He laughed.

“Is your wife lighting up the way for us?”

“She is.”

Walking hand in hand, Angel watched Lucifer from the corner of his eye. He knew that he hadn’t just been spouting empty words, back in that little clearing. He hadn’t been lying when he said he’d be okay with falling in love with Lucifer.

He’d been horribly burnt by it before, but maybe he was ready to give love another shot.

 

So when they finally reached the closest town, finding the lone inn still open and lighting up the sleeping houses, stumbling into their board for the night, falling into each other’s arms onto one of the beds, Lucifer’s cool body making the sticky heat inside the room bearable, he held on tight.

He wasn’t sure how he had ended up liking Lucifer so much after only meeting him a few times, but honestly, he didn’t mind it.

Not at all.

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