A shiver ran down Lucifer’s spine as he felt Angel’s claws trail his chest.

 

His eyes slipping open, he looked up at Angel, whose eyes were following the path of his fingers. His breath hitched as he felt Angel’s claws graze the scars on his chest, the sensitive skin still sore, the sensation sending mixed signals to his brain. Was he in pain or did it feel good? He wasn’t sure anymore. Angel’s touch was soft, but his skin was so tender.

As Angel moved his finger away, noticing the way his body tensed, he met Lucifer’s eye.

“Still hurts?”

“Kind of. But I don’t mind it when you’re the one touching me.”

It felt more… psychological than physical now. He was haunted by it, whenever he tried to sleep. Angel’s company helped, the way he’d fuck him til he passed out from exhaustion, lending him a few hours of nightmare-free sleep.

It was a shame that Angel still refused to return to the hotel, their time together shared between stolen moments.

 

He watched Angel’s cheeks flush at his words, his eyes turning away. They were veering dangerously close to sentimentality, to an intimacy Angel did his best to pretend wasn’t there.

Lucifer decided to make it easier, changing the subject slightly.

“I kind of imagine them as Apus.”

Angel’s eyes met his again, squinting in confusion. “As what-now?”

“The constellation. Like this.”

 

Lucifer ran his finger right above his chest, claw just barely not touching as he drew lines between the scars, making them glow brighter, connected by his magic.

“Makes it feel a little less… I don’t know. Makes it feel better. To picture them like that instead.”

Like something pretty. He’d always loved the stars, even though he hadn’t been able to see them in millennia.

“Its name means ‘without feet’ in Greek, because a while back humans thought bird-of-paradise didn’t have any. Isn’t that fascinating? Why wouldn’t it have feet?”

“Maybe they saw ya with one of those angelic robes on, mistook ya for it.”

His words made Lucifer chuckle, shaking his head. It made him remember the Garden, when Adam and Lilith had in fact thought him to be a bird initially, back when they first met.

 

Angel’s fingertip traced a path from his chest to his side, finding another scar left by the TV-head man’s plugs.

“What about this one?”

“It’s not on my chest, so it doesn’t count.”

Angel laughed. “If ya say so.”

 

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to Lucifer’s chest, right on top of one of the scars.

Angel’s touch, his lips on his scar, his breath and hair tickling his skin made him feel warm, and he bit his lip, not wanting to risk saying something that would make Angel leave, unwilling to meet him again.

 

As Angel’s lips painted a trail between his scars, following the path his magic had laid before him, Lucifer let his magic envelop Angel, dancing along his skin. Angel’s eyes were glowing as the magic reflected in them, glancing up to meet his for only a moment, before he continued to leave kisses across his skin.

 

As his lips continued further down, Lucifer’s claws pricked holes into the sheets. His hooves dug into the mattress as he shivered, Angel’s lips hot against his pelvis.

Soon, Angel would help him lose the ability to think, if only for a few hours.

But before then, he would hold on to his thoughts, to those words he could never speak, for fear of taking things too far.

The longer this went on, the more times they met, the stronger his feelings became. Maybe one day, he’d be able to speak them out loud. He didn’t know if that day would ever come, but that was fine.

Until then, he would lose himself to this pleasure, until it was overwhelming.

 

Just for tonight.

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