One would think that asking someone if you could formally enter a relationship with them wouldn’t be such a big deal. The worst they could say was no, that wasn’t too bad.

The thing was, the last time Lucifer had courted someone it had resulted in the creation of Hell and getting both him and his beloved thrown out of the only home they’d ever known for all eternity. And while he knew it was impossible for the stakes to be as high as they had ended up being with Lilith, it was still a terrifying thought.

He’d slept with plenty of people (though it had certainly been a while), but courting? His only experience with that was with Lilith, and that had gone down the drain quite a few years ago. They’d loved each other still, and a part of him would always love her, but he knew that a growing part of her had been disappointed in him, in his growing distrust and disgust with the sinners he had sacrificed so much for. At some point it had become too much, breaking something they couldn’t put back together.

 

So maybe he was a little scared of telling someone he wanted to have a long term relationship with them. Not to mention there wasn’t just one person to ask, but two, doubling his amount of fraying nerves.

He’d lived long enough to know about polyamory, of course. How could he not know about it when he had spent so many millenia around Asmodeus? He just wasn’t sure if that was something Husk and Angel wanted. But God did he long to be more. Angel had been happy to go on a date with him, and they’d had a very good time together on said date, but that didn’t necessarily mean he wanted a formal relationship.

Lucifer felt like his anxiety was going to eat him alive.

He paced his bedroom, averting his eyes when they met one of his rubber ducks’. Could one be judged by inanimate objects?

 

He stopped in front of the big full-length mirror standing along one of the walls, combing through his hair with his fingers for what had to be the hundredth time this morning. He took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before slowly breathing out again.

Okay. He should stop overthinking this and just do it. If they said no, at least he’d have his answer.

He let himself be engulfed by fire, letting them take him to the hotel.

 

-

 

He knocked on Husk’s bedroom door. It was still early enough for Husk not to be at the bar yet, and with a little luck (as rare a thing as that was for him to have), Angel would be in there with him.

 

He could hear the sound of Husk’s voice from the other side of the door, still gravelly from sleep. “Fine, I’m comin’, I’m comin’.”

Lucifer just barely managed to keep himself from fidgeting, starting to think that maybe he should have waited til it wasn’t so early in the morning. But he had already knocked, it would be rude to just leave and let Husk be greeted by empty space.

 

When the door opened, Husk looked down at him with eyes that were barely open. “Who the hell… Lucifer?”

At this point, Lucifer could no longer stop himself from fidgeting with his fingers. “Ah, I didn’t realise how early it was before I knocked. I understand if now’s a bad time.”

Husk pulled his hair back with a hand, glancing over his shoulder. He could hear sounds of snoring he knew belonged to Fat Nuggets from further inside the room. “No, it’s fine. Someone needs to get up and feed the pig soon anyway.”

Opening the door wider, he let Lucifer step inside, closing it behind them. As he did, Angel rolled over with a groan, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Husk baby, ‘s it time ta get up already?”

The look in Husk’s eyes was fond. Lucifer felt like he was intruding on something private, even though Husk had invited him inside. He tried to tell his anxiety to shut up. “You might wanna open those eyes, legs. We’ve got company.”

“Hmm?”

 

Angel’s eyes opened, and for a moment he could only stare at Lucifer, who raised his hand in an awkward wave. “Good morning?”

“Good…” Angel’s eyes moved between Husk and Lucifer, still processing his presence. “Sweetcheeks? What’re ya doin’ here at ass-crack ‘a dawn?” Eyes widening, he breathed into his hand, seeming flustered. “I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet! Wait, gimme, gimme a minute!”

“You don’t need to-”

Before Lucifer could get much further, Angel had already stumbled into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a slam, waking Nuggets up, who instantly looked to Husk and Lucifer for breakfast.

Husk let out a quiet laugh, filling Nuggets’ bowl before dropping down to sit on the bed. “He’ll get over that with you too eventually. Come on, sit.”

Lucifer couldn’t help the butterflies that were fluttering inside of him at the thought of being such an integral part of Angel’s life that he would stop caring about how he was perceived. He too had things he was self conscious about that he missed not caring about when close to someone. If Angel and Husk permitted, maybe he could let himself show them again.

 

Sitting down next to Husk, he fiddled with his thumbs, eyes moving from the door to Husk as he yawned. His disheveled pyjamas and fur standing on end, one cheek’s fur flattened from having slept on his side made Lucifer’s heart flutter.

Husk gave him a look, the corner of his lips tugging upward.”What?”

Lucifer’s cheeks started to flush. “Ah, I just thought you looked cute right now.”

 

“Me? Cute?” Husk laughed, resting on his hands as he leaned back. He raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

The smile spreading across Lucifer’s lips was fond as he looked up at Husk. “Very sure.”

 

“Aw, you’re both fuckin’ adorable.”

Lucifer and Husk turned, finding Angel propped up against the now open bathroom door. “No, no, don’t mind me, I’m watchin’ my favourite show right now. Gonna make out soon?”

Husk threw his head back in a laugh, Lucifer stifling a snort into his hand. Angel dropped down on Lucifer’s other side, bumping his arm against Lucifer’s. “So whatcha droppin’ by so early for?”

 

For a moment, Lucifer lost all his words, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. He took a deep breath, before he finally started talking. “If this isn’t something you’re interested in, do say no, but I have something I wanted to ask you.”

He glanced up at them, catching their eyes. He felt so painfully shy about asking, but he wanted to let them know just how serious his feelings were getting. “If you’re interested, I would like to court both of you. And if you are, I would love to call both of you my partners, if you’d let me.”

 

He watched them exchange a look, a long, deafeningly quiet second passing before Angel’s face split into a grin. “Wow, that’s so formal.” He leaned down, cupping Lucifer’s cheeks between his hands, making him meet his eye. “Darlin’, we’d love to. Right, Husk baby?”

Lucifer felt Angel’s fingers leave his face, letting him turn toward Husk at the sound of a laugh. “I wouldn’t mind it.”

Lucifer felt warmth bloom throughout his chest as he buried his face in his hands. The blush on his face was so bright that the light of it slipped between his fingers. He felt a claw tickle his temple, before warm hands pulled his own away from his face. “No hidin’ that cute face, sweetcheeks.”

“Sorry, I just… I was extremely nervous about asking, so I’m just… really happy right now.”

He heard Husk chuckle beside him. “And you’re callin’ me cute.”

“I stand by that.”

 

-

 

Time passed by impossibly quick, and soon Husk had to get down to the bar. As he prepared to leave, Lucifer held up a hand. “Wait, before you go,” he paused, waiting for Husk to turn his way. “Would the two of you like to accompany me on a date, sometime this week?”

Angel leaned his chin on his braided fingers with a smile. “Ya got time tonight? I’ve got a pretty intense schedule comin’ up in the next few weeks.”

Husk stared down at Fat Nuggets, who had made himself comfortable on a pillow that had fallen to the floor, as he thought it over. “Yeah, tonight’s fine with me.”

 

As Husk had to leave to go downstairs, Angel pulled Lucifer into his arms, dropping down on the bed. “Wanna cuddle while we figure out where ta go?”

Lucifer really couldn’t say no to that.

 

-

 

Lucifer adjusted his ascot, fingers grazing the simple pearl pin he had stuck into it. For the second time this day he found himself in front of Husk’s room, waiting for the door to be opened.

When it did, he was a little embarrassed of the noise that escaped him.

 

Husk was in a suit, no top hat on his head for once. He raised an eyebrow as he caught the sound Lucifer had just made, but didn’t comment, just letting him inside so he could close the door behind him, lips tugging into a grin.

“My apologies, Husk, you just, you look,” Lucifer cleared his throat, fighting the urge to pull at his ascot in case he messed it up. He felt a little hot all of a sudden. “You look amazing. You look… really good.”

Husk huffed out a laugh, smoothing out the front of his jacket. “As do you.”

 

They didn’t get farther than that, as they heard the bathroom door open, Angel stepping into the room. “How do I look, boys?”

Lucifer pressed his hands to his mouth so he wouldn’t make another embarrassing noise.

Angel was wearing the red dress he had purchased for him on their date, the low cut showing off his back and pushing up his chest fluff.

“Stunning,” Lucifer spoke into his hands, squeaking as Angel leaned down to his level.

“Thanks, sweetcheeks.” Angel pressed a kiss to his cheek, the stain nearly invisible against the red skin on the apple of his cheek. He heard Husk laugh beside him.

He couldn’t keep the blush off his face as he teleported the three of them directly into the restaurant.

 

-

 

The restaurant was one Asmodeus had suggested during Lucifer’s recent visit to Lust. The tall building overlooked the cityscape of a neighbouring city, not too far from Pentagram. As they arrived they were let into one of the private rooms, the waiter leaving them with their menus for a few minutes.

 

As they waited for their food to arrive, Angel leaned forward in his seat, a playful smile on his face. “A private room and everythin’? I get the feelin’ you’re gonna make us spoiled.”

Lucifer laughed. “I thought some privacy would be nice.”

“It is.” Husk leaned against the table. “Can’t get a lot of that outside, with all those eyes everywhere.”

Lucifer sighed, running his fingers along the stem of his glass. “I tried doing something about them ages ago, but I think the only thing that’d get rid of them would be to pluck the eyes right out of my skull.”

Confused, Angel’s brows furrowed. “Why would that help?”

“Just as much as they’re a part of Hell, so am I. So they’re a part of me. We’re intertwined.” He tapped his finger against the glass in thought. “I did try to see if it would get rid of them once, but I fucked it up and my eyes were back when I woke up. I think if I found a way to keep them from coming back it’d work though.”

As he looked back up at Angel and Husk, he noticed their wide-eyed stares. “Oh. Maybe not the right time for that topic. Oopsie.”

 

Husk snorted in amusement. “I’ve had worse dates than talkin’ about self-mutilation.”

Angel rested his chin on the back of a hand. “Like what?”

“Before I sold my soul to Al he convinced me to go on a date with this cannibal chick. Tried to eat me instead of her dinner. And I ain’t talkin’ about the fun kind of eatin’.”

The looks on Angel and Lucifer’s faces made his lips crack into a grin. “All I’m saying is that you can’t fuck up the date worse than that.”

Lucifer’s expression morphed into a smile. “Thank you, Husk.”

Angel giggled. “I guess you should’ve known better than to let Smiles play cupid.”

“I should’ve. Honestly, I don’t know what he wanted more; to fuck with me or get her off his own back. He got both, anyway.”

 

A sly smile made its way onto Angel’s face. “Maybe she tried ta eat ya cus she thought your card tricks were cheesy.”

“Ain’t nothing cheesy about my card tricks, legs,” Husker said, feigning offense.

“Yeah they are. That’s why I like’em.”

 

Lucifer, who had taken a sip of his wine, put the glass down on the table. He felt his ears prick up in interest underneath his hair. “What kind of card tricks?”

“Oh, show him, Whiskers.”

“No way, you called ‘em cheesy.”

Angel leaned forward in his seat, batting his eyelashes as he rested his chin against his hands. “Aw, come on Huskie-baby, you know you want to.”

Lucifer felt Angel nudge him with his lower hand, exchanging a quick glance. He soon mirrored Angel’s pose, putting on the sweetest face he could muster.

At the full force of both of their sparkling eyes at once, Husk couldn’t help but fold. “Fine. You’re ridiculous, you hear me?”

Angel grinned. “I know you love it.”

Husk grinned, pulling a deck of cards out of his pocket. “If you call it cheesy again I’m quittin’.”

Angel, who knew that he wasn’t being serious, leaned over to rest his hand on top of Husk’s. “Don’t say that when you’ve got a captive audience already.”

They looked over at Lucifer, who was leaning forward in his seat in anticipation. His excitement made Husk smile. “Fine, I won’t.”

 

With the deck in hand, he started to pull cards from the top, placing them in a pile on the table. He looked to Lucifer. “Say stop, whenever you want.”

Lucifer stared intently at the cards, eyes not leaving Husk’s hands for a second. After another few seconds, he spoke. “Stop.”

Husker stopped his movements, now turning to Angel. “Gimme a number between one and four.”

“Four.”

Husk counted them out, placing them next to the other pile. Picking up the first pile, he started placing them down again, a couple at a time, eyes turning back to Lucifer. “Tell me when to stop.”

“Stop.”

Husk’s hands stopped moving. “Count how many cards are in the pile.”

Lucifer’s fingers rested on the cards as he counted. “...three, four, five, six… Six.”

The grin on Husk’s face widened as he moved his hand to the pile of four cards. He flipped the first one over. A six of clubs. As he flipped the second one over, he revealed a six of diamonds. At Lucifer’s widening eyes, Husk’s grin only grew, and he flipped up the third card. Six of spades. As he flipped over the final card, Lucifer gasped. He could hear Angel giggle next to him.

Six of hearts.

“How did you do that? I couldn’t feel any use of magic at all!”

Husk’s grin was face-splitting. “Where would the fun be in telling you that?”

Lucifer’s eyes were bright with excitement. “Can you do it again?”

Husk laughed. “I guess we’ll have to find out.”

 

By the time the food finally arrived, they barely even noticed.

 

-

 

In the soft glow of a portal, Lucifer stepped into Husk’s room for the third time that day. As the portal closed behind them, unlike the number of times he’d been to Husk’s room this day alone, Lucifer wasn’t sure just how many times he’d marvelled at how pretty Husk and Angel were.

He smiled up at them. “Thank you. I had an amazing time.”

“Don’t tell me you’re leavin’ already?” Angel pulled him close, cupping his cheeks between his hands. “Won’t ya stay longer, sweetcheeks?”

Lucifer felt blood rush to his cheeks, warm underneath Angel’s touch. He glanced at Husk, who had sat down on the bed.

“Well, if neither of you mind if I stay…”

Husk’s lips formed a smile. “Trust me, we don’t.”

“A little while longer can’t hurt, then.”

 

With a teasing smile on his face, Angel leaned down, pressing his lips to Lucifer’s. Angel’s lips were soft against his, his lipstick smearing across his own. Then, he felt a hand on his chest, a light shove sending him sprawling onto the bed next to Husk.

As Angel crawled on top of Lucifer, Husk leaned down to kiss him, pulling the pin out of his ascot and putting it on the bedside table. Lucifer felt hands slip along his waist to his chest, making quick work of his vest, only to move on to his shirt. He felt Husk’s claws gently scratch his skin as he tugged him upward by his loosening ascot, lifting him enough off the bed so that Angel could pull the vest and shirt off his body. As the ascot came entirely undone, he dropped back onto the mattress.

He stared up at Husk and Angel, bathed in red filtering in through the half-open curtains, a lamp in the corner reflecting in their eyes. He felt the clenching of his heart as he stared at them, a ridiculous smile growing on his face.

It made Angel laugh, bending down to shower him in kisses, each one succeeding in making Lucifer’s cheeks grow more and more golden.

As soon as Angel’s kisses ended, he felt Husk’s hand tug him upward, until he pulled him onto his lap, Angel getting off him to stand in front of the bed.

He watched in awe as Angel unzipped his dress, gracefully stepping out of it and tossing it onto a chair. Getting back onto the bed, he crawled toward them, fingers grazing the growing bulge in Lucifer’s slacks. Cupping him through the fabric, he leaned in so close Lucifer could smell his perfume. “We’re gonna make ya feel real good now, okay, baby?”

Lucifer could only nod, biting his lip as he felt Angel squeeze tightly around him. When he opened his eyes he could see Angel lean forward to press a kiss to Husk’s lips, before he moved down, slowly kissing his way down Lucifer’s scarred chest. Husk’s hand found its way into his hair, claws digging into his scalp as he turned his head to lock their lips.

Husk’s tongue was warm in his mouth, the taste of his kiss making his head spin.

The sound of a zipper was drowned out the feeling of Husk’s lips, but the feeling of a hand wrapping around his cock was impossible to miss.

Angel tugged off his slacks and underwear, licking his lips. “Oh, you’re already dripping, baby. Huskie, look.”

Lucifer gasped as he felt fingers inside him, the muscles in his cunt tightening at the touch. One of Angel’s hands held him down by the hip as he pulled his fingers away. Lucifer watched Angel hold up his hand, fingers wet. His cheeks brightened as he watched Angel licking his fingers clean, slow and purposeful, eyes locked with his. It made him remember very first time they’d slept together.

Angel bent down, lips wrapping around the tip of his cock as one hand wrapped around it again, the finger of another pushing inside of him. As his hips tried to buck upward, he felt Husk’s teeth press into the nape of his neck.

He grasped Husk’s thighs tightly, gasping into the contrasting feelings of Angel’s warm mouth around him and Husk’s sharp teeth digging into his soft skin.

He felt himself start to unravel embarrassingly fast, horns piercing his skin with a tear. His head lulled to the side as he came with a drawn-out groan, claws digging into the skin of Husk’s thigh as his grip tightened, tearing the fabric of his slacks.

He felt Husk’s teeth leave his neck, his fingers on his cheeks turning his head to kiss him again. As the kiss ended, the grin on Husk’s face made him shiver.

“Will you turn around for us, baby?”

 

Lucifer turned around in Husk’s lap until he was face to face with him, that sharp grin still on Husk’s face. Lucifer’s hands moved to brush through the fur on Husk’s cheeks, breathing in his air as he rested his forehead against Husk’s. He leaned in further, pressing his lips to Husk’s, feeling Husk’s claws as they dug into his hips.

He felt a finger brush against his ass, wet and sticky, slowly pushing inside of him. His face grew hot as he realised Angel was using his cum as lube.

Husk’s kiss was warm as Angel slowly worked him open, adding another finger. Angel’s hands kept his hips steady as Husk’s hand moved upward, gently brushing across his skin, carding through his hair. Lucifer felt himself relaxing further, allowing Angel to add a third, then a fourth finger.

This time, he heard the sound of the zipper.

“Okay, hips up, both of ya,” Angel ordered as he withdrew his hand, swiftly pulling off Husk’s slacks and underwear when they did as told. He heard the sound of foil tearing, Angel’s deft fingers rolling on a condom, first on Husk, then on himself.

 

Lucifer’s hand moved downward, finding Husk’s cock. Pressed up against Husk’s chest, he felt him shudder. Eyes locking, a grin snuck onto Lucifer’s face as he ran his fingers downward, the barbs along the shaft tickling his fingertips. He wrapped his hand around it, guiding it to his cunt.

Slowly, he lowered himself down, the feeling of the barbs on Husk’s cock making his toes curl. His head dropped forward, resting on Husk’s shoulder. He felt Angel’s soft fur against his back, heard the sound of their kiss in his ear. He moved himself further down, until he hit the base.

Fingers tugged at his hair, pulling his head back. Angel’s eyes were playful, sparkling as he leaned down to give him a brief kiss. Then, he pushed him forward, making Husk drop down onto the bed, Lucifer following, propped up on his elbows. He felt the tip of Angel’s cock against his ass, sliding in with ease. As he slowly slid inside, Husk’s lips found Lucifer’s. He moaned into the kiss as Angel slid the rest of his cock inside of him, pressing tightly against him.

Angel leaned forward, lips grazing his shoulder. “How do ya feel, baby?”

“Fantastic,” Lucifer breathed. It had been a long time since he last felt so full. “Husk?”

“You feel amazing,” Husk answered with a grin, making Lucifer’s flushed face turn even brighter. Husk laughed, pulling him down into another kiss.

Angel must have given Husk some sort of signal, because at once, they started to move, Angel setting the pace. Lucifer’s moans were swallowed by Husk’s lips, greedily drinking every one of his sounds. He felt Angel’s teeth dig into his skin, biting, hard. He raised his hand, burying it in Angel’s hair, holding on tightly, his other keeping him from completely falling over onto Husk. His lips never left Husk’s, gasping into his kiss as they thrust into him. He felt himself clench around them, each second bringing him closer to orgasm.

As Angel’s claws dug into the soft skin down his stomach, he finally broke the kiss, feeling himself come with a yell, cunt spasming around Husk’s cock, cum staining his stomach. It felt nearly overwhelming, like the rest of the world had disappeared and all he could feel were two simultaneous orgasms wracking his body. He felt Husk’s fingers tighten around him, bruising his hips, as he came alongside him.

He felt so unbelievably full, and part of him wished that Husk hadn’t been wearing a condom.

 

Angel laughed above them, and when they turned to look at him, he was grinning. “Oh, that’s a lovely face.” He brushed his fingers against Husk’s cheek. “See, sweetcheeks?”

Lucifer looked down at Husk. With hair and fur standing on end, his eyelids heavy and cheeks hot, Lucifer understood Angel’s words completely.

Angel’s chest pressed against Lucifer’s back, his fingers playing with the coarse fur at the base of his tail, Lucifer not even having noticed as it unravelled with his orgasm. He felt himself start to get hard again in an instant. “Ya knotted him, didn’t ya?” Angel asked with a cheeky grin gracing his face. “I can tell.”

Lucifer’s eyes flitted between Angel and Husk, his fingers trailing downward. As his fingertips grazed where his cunt joined Husk’s cock, he felt Husk twitch, heard him let out a low sound at the feeling of Lucifer’s claws gently touching his sensitive skin. He shifted, but felt himself getting nowhere.

“Oh, you’re right.”

Husk rubbed his hands across his face, looking at Lucifer as he dragged them down to his mouth. “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck like this for a while.”

He heard Angel chuckle. “I hope ya don’t mind if I continue moving, then. Do ya?” Even with his eyes still on Husk, Lucifer could hear the grin on his voice.

“I don’t-” Lucifer cut himself off as he moaned at the tug on his tail. “...mind.” The last word was a gasp, as Angel thrust back into him at full force, hands tightly clenched around his hips so as not to move him and tug at Husk and hurt him.

 

He felt Husk’s claws scratch his skin, moving down his stomach, wrapping around his cock. He let his moans fill the room as Angel thrusted in and out of him, his forehead pressed against Husk’s chest, his entire body shaking. He raised his head again, greedily seeking out Husk’s lips, letting his moans be swallowed by his mouth on his.

Angel’s hand never left the base of his tail, the alternating soft touches and harsh tugs making thinking nearly impossible.

Before he knew it, he was coming again, the semen that stuck to Husk’s fur a light in the darkening night, joined by the fire bursting to life between his horns. Even through his third orgasm, Angel never stopped moving, knowing that Lucifer needed no rest to get hard again; taking full advantage of what limited humans not being present in angels.

He could feel Husk grin into the kiss, his hand gripping his face to keep him close. Claws buried in his waist, digging in. The pain made his toes curl, his hiss swallowed by Husk’s lips, a grin forming on his own. He loved the feeling of it.

Angel’s thrusts quickened, Husk’s hand still moving around his cock, at a much slower pace. It was unbearable, making his head spin with pleasure. As he came, he felt his wings unfurl, and he had to use all his available neurons to fan them to the sides as they did, so as not to knock Angel backwards. He could hear as Angel finally came behind him, gasping as he pushed himself as deep inside Lucifer as he possibly could, fingers grasping his hips tightly.

After another moment, Angel pulled back to toss the condom into the trash, Lucifer mourning the loss of feeling him inside of him. Straightening his back, he reached behind himself, finding Angel, urging him toward him. He felt Angel’s claws in his hair, leaning forward into a kiss. His lips were warm, the taste of his cum still barely present on his tongue.

As it ended, Angel leaned down to kiss Husk, fingers tracing patterns into his fur. Lucifer watched them in awe. The sight made him feel soft on the inside, like hot taffy to dip a ripe apple into. 

Husk carefully rolled to the side, bringing Lucifer with him, Lucifer folding his wings back into himself as he did. His knot was starting to soften, yet still firmly stuck inside of him for at least a little while longer, the feeling of it moving as he tipped to the side making Lucifer blush. Angel dropped down behind him, pressing his body against his. There, stuck between the two of them, Lucifer could feel the heat radiating off their bodies, their fur tickling his skin.

He felt Angel’s hands trace the patterns of his scars, the golden cracks branching in every direction. Angel buried his face in his hair, body growing soft, upper hand reaching out to pull Husk closer to them. He pressed sleepy kisses to the back of Lucifer’s neck.

 

Husk finally pulled himself out of Lucifer, and Lucifer could feel his own fluids move inside of him. How many times had he really cum, if he counted cock and cunt separately? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t think he would have had the presence of mind to remember to count even if he tried to.

Husk got up just enough to toss his condom next to Angel’s in the trashcan, throwing the rest of his clothes onto the same chair Angel had put his dress on, before lying down again, pulling the blanket on top of them. The heat growing inside Lucifer’s chest was pleasant, warm and gentle. He opened a small portal between Husk and Angel’s room to let Nuggets in, before he nuzzled his face into Husk’s chest.

 

As he started to fall asleep, a thought came to mine. “Husk, Angel?”

He heard Angel’s quiet hum in response, Husk answering in turn. “How would either of you feel about being fitted for a grill made out of angelic steel?”

A sleepy giggle escaped Angel, his breath tickling his cheek. “Wanna level up the biting, huh?”

“That was the idea, yes.”

Husk breathed a laugh into his hair. “Yeah, sure. Why the hell not?”

Lucifer’s smile widened. “Fantastic.” Now, all he had to do was ask Asmodeus about it later.

He relaxed into their arms, eyes slipping shut. As Husk’s low purrs filled his ears, he slowly felt himself drift to sleep.

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