“Anthony, this is a terrible idea.”

 

Not even bothering to look up, Anthony continued drawing the circle, red splattering on the floor.

“Please, nothin’s gonna happen. It’s just a game.”

Molly shifted where she stood, switching from one foot to the other, back and forth. She clutched a candle to her chest.

“But what if somethin’ does happen!”

“It won’t. Now help me put those candles down, will ya?”

Reluctantly, Molly knelt down by the circles that Anthony had just finished drawing a pentagram inside of. She set down one of the candles, watching as Anthony put down the rest. He pulled his lighter out of his pocket. As he started to light the candles, Molly put down a plate and silverware right inside the inner circle, between two of the points of the star.

Anthony pursed his lips at the sight. “I still think we shoulda kept it raw.”

“No way, it would’ve gone bad! It’d be a waste’a meat.”

“Yeah, sure, fine. Just don’t tell ma why we decided to be the ones makin’ dinner tomorrow.”

He dug around in his pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. He squinted down at it. He really had no idea what it said, and if his dealer found out that he actually tried it out, he would definitely be laughed at, but who cared? It’d be a funny story to tell when he got old.

“Where’d ya even get that?”

Anthony glanced over at Molly, who had come to stand beside him, peering down at the paper.

“Don’t worry about it.”

 

Taking a step closer to the circle, Anthony started to recite the words, as clearly as he could manage. What language even was this? Wasn’t this shit supposed to be in latin? He felt like he should have recognised at least some of the words if that had been the case, but he didn’t.

He grimaced as he neared the end. His tongue felt funny. As if he had eaten something he was mildly allergic to.

As he read the last of the words, their eyes turned toward the circle with baited breath. Anthony’s eyes turned toward Molly, a smug look on his face. “See, I told ya nothin’ would happ-”

In an instant, the room was engulfed in red as the circle started to glow. Wind swept through the room as if they were in a storm, even though they were inside with doors and windows closed. Molly clung to Anthony, arms wrapping tightly around him as she pressed her face to his chest. Anthony raised his arm to cover his face to avoid getting hit with everything that was flying around the room, his other holding on to Molly.

Then, the wind stopped as abruptly as it had started, leaving the room dead quiet.

 

“So, are you just going to stand there, or was there something the two of you wanted?”

 

Looking up, Anthony stared into a pair of yellow eyes in a sea of red, belonging to a man who looked endlessly bored. His eyes widened, his breath sticking in his throat. What the hell?

As he took in the sight of the man, he nudged Molly to get her to look too. If she could see him too, at least he’d know he wasn’t just imagining things.

As she lifted her head, he heard her stifle a scream, clinging to him tighter. “Oh my God…!”

“Much the opposite,” the man said, as he dusted himself off where he sat on the ground. Well, with horns and a tail, he didn’t exactly look like he belonged in Heaven. The wings reminded him of paintings of angels though, only part of them blood red rather than snow white. The man (demon? He had to be a demon. How the hell was any of this real?) perked up at the sight of the roast lamb at the edge of the circle. “Oh, that’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever been given a cooked sacrifice before. Good on you.”

The longer Anthony stared, the more unbelievable what he was looking at became. No way this was real. He must have fallen asleep and this was all a dream. He pinched himself hard. “Ow, fuck.”

“Why are you shocked? You did all the steps, surely you knew what you were doing, summoning the devil.”

Anthony’s eyes snapped back to him, and next to him he could hear Molly’s shocked gasp, her hand covering her mouth. “The… the devil?”

“Who did you think you were summoning?”

“Uh…” He stared down at where the demon was sitting. He had to be joking, right? There was no way this is what the devil looked like. “Honestly I didn’t think it’d work, so, uh… nobody? I kinda thought I was just bein’ fucked with.”

The demon squinted up at him, as if trying to figure out whether or not he was lying, before his eyes grew wide in disbelief. Then, he burst out laughing. “You’ve gotta be kidding me, my first summoning in nearly seven hundred years and it’s just for kicks? Wow. Okay.”

He stood up, dusting off his knees. He was awfully small, even standing at his full height. Especially since Anthony had noticed that he was wearing high heels. Actually… Why the hell was the (doubtful) devil kind of cute?

He had to be going insane to even think the thought.

Anthony met the demon’s eye, feeling his cheeks starting to grow hot, despite himself.

“Molly?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna fuck the devil.”

As he heard Molly gasp, he watched the demon raise an eyebrow.

She grabbed him by the arms, shaking him. “Anthony! You’ll go to Hell if ya do that!”

“Pa already says I’m goin’ there anyway, so what’s it matter?”

“He’s wrong about that, but sleepin’ with the devil will definitely get you sent there!”

 

“Do I get a say in the matter?”

They turned back to the demon, so caught up in their argument that they had forgotten he was there for a moment.

The demon had crossed his arms. He looked like he was trying not to laugh, the corner of his lips tugging into a grin.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t actually know if fucking me sends you to Hell or not, as everyone I’ve previously fucked were already there. Adam and Eve notwithstanding. I wasn’t the devil yet when that happened, so I don’t think that counts.”

“Ya fucked Adam and Eve?”

“Just the once.”

 

“Ooooh my God.” As Anthony turned toward Molly, he found her crouched into a ball on the floor, hands covering her face. As she looked up from her hands, she seemed mortified, eyes moving back and forth between Anthony and the demon. “Ya can’t really be considerin’ doin’ this.”

“Depends.” The demon took a step forward inside the circle, the toes of his boots stopping just shy of the inner circle’s thick line. He looked up into Anthony’s eyes, mischief on his face. “Where do you think you’re going, if you look at your life before today. Heaven or Hell?”

“We’re in the mob, so probably the last one”

“Anthony! Don’t tell him that!”

Anthony rolled his eyes at Molly, who was staring up at him with wide eyes. “What? He’s a demon, I doubt he’s gonna rat us out to the pigs.”

 

They heard the demon laugh, turning back toward him. “Yeah, you don’t need to worry about that. I have no interest in human affairs.”

Then, he took a step back, bending down to pick up the fork and knife Molly had left at the edge of the plate. “Gotta say though, it’s not much of an experiment if you already know you’re going there. But.”

He sat down on the floor, crossing his legs as he cut a piece off the lamb. “If you can convince me why it’d be worth my while, I’ll consider it.” They watched as he raised the fork to his mouth, slowly chewing the meat in consideration. Eyes widening, he covered his mouth with his hand as he spoke. “Hey, this is delicious. Maybe I should fuck you after all, if this is how you cook.”

“Thank Molly for that one, not me. Was her idea to cook it.”

“So you’re saying she’s the one who should be fucking me, not you?”

As the demon’s eyes turned toward her, Molly’s eyes grew wide. She shook her head. “N-no thank you, mister demon! I uh, I’m not, um…”

“I was teasing, don’t worry. My name is Lucifer though, I wasn’t kidding about being the devil.”

“Seriously?” Anthony stared down at him. This guy, this small, blond man who was sitting with his ankles crossed enjoying the roast lamb they thought they would have for dinner tomorrow was the actual, real devil?

“Seriously. Should I show you my full demonic form? Your heads will explode if I do, but if you don’t believe me…”

“Uh, nah, I’ll pass on that one.”

 

For a while, he stared at the demon (the devil, Lucifer) as he ate, clearly enjoying himself as he cut more slices of meat off the bones of their sacrifice. He really couldn’t believe they had summoned the actual devil, off a piece of paper he’d gotten from his dealer as a joke. If he tried telling this story to anyone, they would send him to the nuthouse, for sure.

He glanced at Molly, who still looked worried, but not as much as she had before. Despite his own bravado, and despite how easy conversing with Lucifer had been, should he really try to convince him to sleep with him? What if it did secure him a spot in Hell’s torture chambers?

 

He heard the sound of cutlery being put down on the plate, his eyes snapping back to Lucifer, who had pulled a napkin out of his pocket to dab at his mouth. “Thank you for the lovely meal. Really beats the raw shit people always tried to give me. Or the human sacrifices. Eugh.” Lucifer grimaced. “Not my thing.”

As their eyes locked, Anthony felt his heart beat loudly in his chest. Oh Jesus, those eyes were nearly spellbinding.

“So, tell me. Why should I let you fuck me?”

Anthony didn’t really think before he opened his mouth, then.

“If ya let me fuck ya I promise you’ll be screamin’ my name by the end of the night.”

“Ooookay, I’m leavin’.” Turning his head, he saw Molly stand up. Her cheeks were bright red. “I really don’t wanna hear this.”

She walked over to the door, pausing as she rested her hand on the doorknob. “Don’t, just don’t get yourself killed, Anthony.”

“I promise!” Anthony shooed her away. Then, he turned his eyes back to Lucifer, hesitant. “Ya… won’t kill me, right?”

“As long as I’m in this circle, I can’t hurt you. And when it’s broken, I’m sent straight back to Hell. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

He really had no way of knowing if Lucifer was lying or not. But honestly, with the way Lucifer was looking at him, he was willing to risk it anyway.

“See, Molls, nothin’ to worry about.”

“If you say so…” She seemed hesitant, though she still proceeded to turn the knob. “Good night, Anthony. Good night, um… Lucifer.”

With that, she shut the door behind herself, leaving Anthony alone with Lucifer in the room. Anthony locked the door behind her.

“What if,” he said, stepping up to the circle. Lucifer remained seated, looking up at him. “I kissed ya good enough, would that convince ya?”

Lucifer tapped a claw against the floorboards as he considered it. “Yeah, sure.”

Anthony’s shoes toed the line of the outer circle. Well, he supposed he was about to find out if Lucifer was telling the truth about not killing him soon enough. His eyes wandered back to Lucifer’s.

They were glowing in the dim light, drawing him in.

He stepped across the lines with baited breath.

When there was no pain, no blood, he started to relax. He knelt down in front of Lucifer, who had uncrossed his legs, sitting on his knees. What was he so nervous about? He’d kissed countless men before, he knew he was good at it. “So, uh, I’m gonna kiss ya now.”

“Better hurry, before I change my mind.”

“Right.”

Anthony took Lucifer’s cheeks between his hands, staring into his eyes as he hovered above him. For a moment, he could only look at him, at the brilliant gold stars that were his eyes, nearly blinding in their intensity before he finally leaned in, pressing his lips to Lucifer’s.

 

Kissing him was like kissing someone on fire, his lips hotter than those of anyone else he’d ever kissed before. He pressed himself tighter against him, hands still on his cheeks, keeping him in the kiss.

He felt Lucifer’s arms slip over his shoulders, his hands in his hair. Every touch was nearly scalding, his fingers, the press of his chest against his as they stood on their knees, bodies pressed against each other.

Lucifer’s forked tongue moved against his, his teeth sharp as his tongue found its way inside Lucifer’s mouth. It was dizzying, the heat, his teeth, his claws, every sensation. He kissed him until he had no breath left in his lungs, forcing him to break it, gasping as he pulled his lips away from Lucifer’s.

They breathed each other’s air, Anthony feeling like he wasn’t sure what was up or down from how his head was spinning.

 

As Lucifer pulled away, sitting back down, he felt cold, body cooling down from the loss of Lucifer’s touch.

Lucifer’s cheeks were golden, glowing in the dim light, even brighter than his eyes. What colour was his blood, if his blush was gold?

“You’re a fantastic kisser, I’ll give you that.” He heard Lucifer let out a breathless laugh. “It almost makes me feel bad about lying to you.”

Anthony sat down, knees touching Lucifer’s, feeling his pulse rise. “You’re killin’ me?”

“Oh, no, I was telling the truth about that one. But I’m not having sex with you.”

“So the devil’s a tease, huh?”

 

Lucifer laughed. “I’m called the tempter, aren’t I?”

“Well, call me fuckin’ tempted,” Angel said, leaning in close. “Sun’s about to come up so I should probably let ya go if I wanna have time to clean this shit up, but uh…”

He felt a little bit silly, unable to look away from Lucifer’s eyes for even a moment. “Can I kiss you again, before I do?” If he was talking to the actual devil, he should probably ask, first. He didn’t need to land himself in an even hotter seat in hell before he even got there.

The corners of Lucifer’s eyes crinkled as he grinned. “Alright, why not?”

Lucifer stood, fingers grazing his cheek, claws lightly scratching his skin as he took a hold of his chin. As he leaned down he tilted Anthony’s head up toward him.

Compared to their last kiss, this one was gentle, a soft press of scalding lips to his own. It still managed to take his breath away.

 

When Lucifer pulled back, there was a smirk playing on his face. “I suppose I’ll be seeing you later, human.”

Anthony stared up at him, before he nodded, slowly. “I… yeah, probably.”

 

At Lucifer’s tilt of the head, Anthony followed his eyes. Oh, yeah, the circle.

He moved his hand to them, pausing for a second. Fingers hovering just above the summoning circle he still had a hard time believing actually worked, his eyes turned to Lucifer one last time. “Bye, Lucifer.”

Lucifer laughed. “Bye, Anthony.”

 

As Anthony ran his hand across the lines, he smeared the circle, breaking it. He felt the wind hit his face, that raging storm returning once more. He raised his arms to cover his face, papers and various small things getting knocked every which way by the wind.

 

It stopped as suddenly as it had the first time, the only sound in the room his own breath, and the ticking of a clock out in the hallway.

Lowering his arms, he stared into the center of the circle.

 

Lucifer was gone.

 

He could only hope that the next time they met, it wouldn’t be under far worse circumstances. Hell was still Hell.

But maybe, now, he was a little bit curious about what he might find there.

He already knew that the devil was cute as hell, after all.

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