It was a quiet evening at the bar. Husk had been the only one there for a while now, Keekee sleeping on one of the stools keeping him company.

Charlie and Niffty had accompanied Alastor to see Rosie at a party in Cannibal Town. Vaggie had ended up getting dragged along as well, Charlie very excited to introduce them to each other more properly than the battle at the hotel had allowed. Though both Charlie and Vaggie had been a bit hesitant to attend a party full of cannibals, Charlie had somehow been convinced to attend anyway, and Vaggie couldn’t do anything but come with her at that point, unwilling to leave her alone with all the dead cannibals humanity had to offer.

Angel was out catching up with Cherri, who was slowly inching closer and closer to actually moving into the hotel. It was sheer stubbornness that kept her from doing so at this point. He had been asked if he wanted to join either party, but had declined the offers. Fighting the habit of getting absolutely hammered was made a lot more difficult when everyone around you were getting drunk off their asses, and he had no interest in going to Cannibal Town.

Lucifer had joined him after a while, visiting from his palace. He still seemed to be in a very good mood from the date he had been on with Angel just the other day, though when he realised just where and with who Charlie was at the moment, it brought a momentary frown to his face. His and Alastor’s relationship was still extremely tense, with Alastor poking at his temper as often as he possibly could, Lucifer rising to the bait almost every time.

There were a lot of things Husk could say about Alastor, if he wanted to, after spending so many years forced to be around him, unwillingly keeping a secret or two, but he knew not to do that lest Alastor found out about it. Not when some of said secrets had been shared just as unwillingly as they had been received.

 

The sound of a drink sliding across the bartop made Lucifer look up from where he had been sitting. He wasted no time picking it up.

Taking a sip, he licked his lips as he considered the taste. He seemed to have completely forgotten that he had been annoyed at Alastor a mere moment ago.

“It tastes really good! Thank you, Husk.” He took another sip, clearly enjoying the colourful drink. 

For a while Husk turned his focus toward cleaning everything he’d used to make it. Thus, he didn’t notice the impish look making its way onto Lucifer’s face. The small shift in the air was only noted in the back of his mind, never becoming a conscious thought.

“Hey,” Lucifer called to get his attention.

When Husk turned his eyes to look at him, he had to do a double take, and despite himself, he felt himself grow hot underneath his bowtie.

 

Lucifer was sporting large fluffy ears on the top of his head, matching the shade of his hair. As he continued to stare, he took notice of a long and fluffy tail to match. His skin had been replaced with white and blond fur, his hands still pitch black. The shape of his face had changed, making him look a little more feline, topping it off with a pink heart-shaped nose. The look on his face told Husk that he had definitely noticed how flushed it had made him..

He propped his chin up on the back of his hand, peering up at Husk from his seat.

“Do I look cute?”

He knew damn well that he did.

That explained the difference in the air. His scent had changed.

Husk was a little annoyed with himself for getting so enticed by Lucifer transforming himself into a cat, when he found his own feline attributes so frustrating. Even the fact that he could feel Lucifer’s scent changing was due to how sensitive his nose had gotten after arriving in Hell.

 

Unable to look away from Lucifer, he watched him pluck the cherry from his drink, slowly chewing it. After a moment he stuck out his forked tongue, the stem resting on it tied into a tight knot.

Husk let out a small, amused huff. “Just how much have you been hanging out with Angel?”

“A bit. Asmodeus taught me this one though.”

Putting the stem down, Lucifer took a last sip of his drink, before sliding the now-empty glass across the bar with a slender finger, requesting another. “So?”

Husk tried to look anywhere but at Lucifer, but his eyes kept coming back to that annoyingly (adorably) smug look on his face.

“‘So’, what?”

“Are you into this?”

He didn’t need to specify for Husk to know exactly what he was talking about.

Looking down at Lucifer, there was no doubt he looked good. Amazing, even. He knew his pupils had been blown the moment he’d laid eyes on him in this form, something Lucifer had no doubt noticed instantly. That he’d already been interested in Lucifer beforehand no doubt played a part in just how attracted he was to this version of him as well.

So there was really no reason to beat around the bush, was there?

“I am.”

Lucifer was thrilled, preening at the confession, a quiet purr rumbling deep in his throat.

“And if I asked you to kiss me?”

He huffed out a quiet laugh. “Ask me and you’ll find out.”

“Would you like to kiss me, Husk?”

The question came barely a split second after he finished speaking, and he could see Lucifer eagerly awaiting the response. The longer he took to answer, the more Lucifer leaned forward in his seat.

The grin on Husk’s face was big. “Sure,” he said, and as soon as he did Lucifer grabbed him by the bowtie, pulling him down to his own height.

For a moment they just stared at each other.

 

Afterward, they wouldn’t be sure who had moved first. Their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss, Lucifer already getting up on top of the bar to get closer to him.

Normally Husk would be annoyed by such an action, but for once he couldn’t find it in himself to really care.

The only thing he cared about were those warm lips on his, and the claws burying in the thick fur at the nape of his neck.

 

He pressed further into the kiss, one hand moving down Lucifer’s thigh, digging his claws into the soft flesh through the fabric. The other moved to the back of his shirt, wrinkling it, pulling it out from where it had been tucked into his trousers.

Lucifer’s hand moved down Husk’s back, leaving claw marks hidden in the fur. It made Hus’s lips curl into a grin, and he tugged Lucifer’s head back by the hair on the back of his head, looking into his eyes.

Lucifer’s purring grew louder.

 

“You’re a kinky fuck, aren’t you,” Husk spoke, voice low as he leaned in close. Lucifer grinned, and Husk could feel his legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer. He could feel Lucifer’s hard-on through his clothes, pressing against his stomach.

“You don’t know the half of it,” he answered, before thrusting his hips against Husk’s stomach. He could hear his own purrs join Lucifer’s, unbidden and unable to be held back. But as he felt Lucifer’s smile against his lips as they exchanged another kiss, he didn't hate it entirely.

 

“Whoa, easy there your majesty, wouldn’t want anyone to walk in on us like this, would we?” Despite his words, he made no move to push him away. In fact, the hand on Lucifer’s thigh only pulled him closer, claws tearing tiny holes into his white trousers.

“Mm, you’re right, we should… take this elsewhere…” Lucifer made just as big of an effort to actually stop as Husk did.

Which is to say, none whatsoever.

 

Husk dipped his head to capture Lucifer’s lips again, the hand on Lucifer’s thigh moving to his tail. He ran his fingers along it, feeling the silky soft curls of the blond fur beneath his claws. His fingers travelled upward, until he reached the base.

Burying his hand in it, he gave a firm pull, drawing a startled moan from Lucifer, one that he greedily swallowed whole. He’d heard all about Lucifer’s masochism from Angel. 

 

The touches that followed were soft, contrasting the tug he had given it just a moment earlier. He teased the fur at the base of his tail. It made Lucifer shiver against him, and Lucifer had to smack him in the chest to get him to pause his ministrations.

“I’m really gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he said when their lips parted again.

Husk’s grin was crooked as he looked down at Lucifer’s flushed face. His lips were swollen, heat radiating off them when he ran his thumb across his lower lip. “Just from this?”

“You should know damn well how sensitive tails can be,” Lucifer shot back.

He had no good comeback to that. Lucifer was right.

He leaned forward, lips grazing Lucifer’s. “I guess I’ll have to stop. For now.”

A happy trill of anticipation left Lucifer’s throat, which made Husk almost regret promising to back off.

Every little place where their bodies touched made his skin tingle. His scent filling his nose was the only thing he could smell.

It was all-consuming.

Lucifer reached up a hand to pull him down the last bit needed for their lips to lock again, pressing his chest against Husk’s.

He promised himself to stop this soon, in case any of the others came back early.

If only he could manage to force himself to.

-

When Charlie, Vaggie, Niffty and Alastor came back to the hotel late in the evening, Angel and Cherri had joined them as they had ran into them on their way back. Lucifer had repaired his trousers and unwrinkled his shirt, sitting perfectly poised in his seat in front of the bar, looking no different from any regular day.

“What’s this drink called, anyway?” He asked, finally realising he never got the name of it, even though he’d had a whole row of them by now.

“Blue Balls.”

Lucifer had to struggle not to burst out laughing.

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