As much as Lucifer was glad to not be hiding away in his castle of desolation (most of  the time), there were a few things he hadn’t missed. Yes, hanging out with the other Sins could be fun, but the times when they actually had to get things done? The hours always ran long and they were never even close to how productive they should be.

 

Mammon and Satan’s voices were loud in his ears, grating on his nerves. He’d tuned them out about 15 minutes ago, too fed up with failed attempts at trying to get them to shut up. Once Mammon was in the mood to stir shit up it was best to let it pass right by you and try not to get involved. He’d learned by now that’ was almost always the faster option, as counterintuitive as that sounded.

His phone buzzed against his thigh, and he fished it out of his pocket. Angel Dust’s name lit up the screen. The only thing he could read before the screen went dark again was ‘Hey little daddy, the meeting still going on?'

He tapped his pin into it to be able to read the rest.

“ Hey little daddy, the meeting still going on? I missed you today. Would’ve loved having your help picking out what to wear tomorrow.”

Lucifer tried to be subtle as he typed out his reply.

“It’ll last for at least another hour. Depends on if Satan figures out that Mammon is getting him riled up on purpose.”

Anything to make Satan forget about the numerous lawsuits he’d filed against him.

 

Thinking his response over, he waved away the smoke coming out of Satan’s nostrils out of his face. (He couldn’t help but remembering how once when he’d been drunk off his ass he’d snuck a pen in there while Satan was just as drunk. It had taken him twenty minutes to notice. Lucifer had been down a couple of pens after that, as Satan turned all the pens he had on him into ash.)

Trying to will his cheeks not to heat up he added on another couple of sentences before hitting send.

“I miss you too. I’m sure anything you buy will look stunning on you.”

 

Dating Angel Dust had been a bit of an adjustment. He’d been out of the loop for so long, but he hadn’t known who to go to for advice. He had landed on Bee, eventually, who had chewed him out for not getting back to any of them in so long before she happily tried to help him (even though he had to bribe her with the promise of coming to one of her parties. Said party had been fun but extremely draining).

He didn’t even have the time to put his phone away before it vibrated again.

“Damn right it will! Gotta make sure you got enough time to find something to match me though.”

Lucifer ran through any stores he knew that were open til later in the evening in his mind. To be fair, being the king of Hell he could ask pretty much any store to be open just for him (he would be lying if he claimed never to have done so before) even outside their regular hours, so even on short notice he would probably be fine.

It would be the first time he and Angel attended a party as a couple, even if it was still at the hotel. Charlie had worked hard on it and he knew Angel was excited to dress up together with him. So was he, and he really couldn’t wait for the meeting to be over.

“How about we go look for something as soon as the meeting’s over? I’ll make sure we can find somewhere to shop.”

“I’ll send you pics so you know where to look.”

 

He didn’t get time to reply with more than an ‘ok’ before there was a tap on his shoulder, and he shot up into the air to dodge Satan’s wide swing at Mammon just in time.

With a flap of his wings he lowered himself down onto the table, arms crossed, hip cocked. “Okay, that’s enough! Take it outside or leave it, I’d like to get out of here tonight if possible.” He’d had just about enough of their bickering for one night. It had been way too long since he had to deal with all of them in one room all at once. He didn’t have the energy for it right now. “Deal with your lawsuit bullshit on your own time, set up a meeting or something, just don’t bring it in here.”

Ozzie, who had been the one to so helpfully alert him of the incoming blow looked at him with amusement in his eyes. “You do know you need to set one up of your own too, don’t you?”

“I do?”

God damn it, he’d forgotten all about all that copyright infringement. He took a deep breath, his hands coming together in a soft clap. “My lawyers will call you the day after tomorrow, Mam. Now everybody sit . The FUCK. Down. Please.”

 

He waited (not too) patiently until order was somewhat restored and everyone was seated, glaring daggers at Mammon and Satan in the meantime. Only after everyone was back in their seats did he raise himself off the table.

 

Realising his phone had been in his lap when he flew into the air his eyes scoured the room to find it as his shoes met the floor. He found it in Ozzie’s offered hand, luckily still intact. Everyone had gotten their phones broken during a meeting on at least a handful of occasions by now.

He accepted it with a thank you before sitting back down at the head of the table.

“Now, where were we?” Finally, they could move on with the topic that should’ve been their focus this entire time. “Bee?”

Bee lit up as she dived into an idea about how something-or-the-other she was making could be used in combination with Belphegor’s medical knowledge.

 

Half an hour later things were finally moving along more smoothly and Lucifer felt his attention drifting back to his phone, now lying with its screen facing the table specifically so he wouldn’t get distracted by whatever was on it.

Glancing around the room to make sure everyone was still distracted, he flipped it over. He slid it off the table as he noticed he had been sent an image. Oh right, Angel mentioned he’d send him a picture of whatever he was going to wear tomorrow. 

Unlocking it he opened his conversation with Angel, only to promptly drop the phone, fumbling it between his hands, the device dropping onto the table before he could get a proper hold on it.  As quickly as inhumanly possible, he snatched it up, pressing it to his chest.

 

He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, and he could see the glow emanating off his own face.

“I, uh,”

He didn’t know what to say, but when Bee started wolf-whistling he had to fight his instinct to hide himself behind the brim of his hat.

“Seriously mate, ya tellin’ us ta stay on topic but ya sittin’ there sextin’ ?”

He just about managed to keep himself from sinking further down in his seat.

“Don’t be mean Mam, I’m not surprised he needed something to liven things up considering how boring you are.” There was a glint of clear approval in Ozzie’s eye. Mammon followed that up with a series of hideous barfing noises.

Satan for his part was keeping as straight a face as he could manage, though he could tell it was difficult. There had already been so much disruption during the meeting after all, and Satan had always made it a point to try and not get too much into Lucifer’s private business.

Lucifer stared forward, phone still pressed to his chest, avoiding everyone’s eyes as his face continued to burn.

“I think that’s our cue,” Ozzie said as he stood, ushering a barely awake Belphegor toward the door. “You’ve got somewhere you wanna be, right, Luci?”

He sent him a wink over his shoulder before leaving the room. Lucifer knew that he too would rather be somewhere else, with that little imp he had recently told him he was in love with. He felt a little bad that he couldn’t remember his name, his mind barely able to compute at the moment.

 

Satan was the last to leave him alone in the room, and he stopped at the door, hesitant. “I… hope he makes you happy,” he offered. A metaphorical olive branch after the rage Lucifer knew Satan still felt due to Lucifer’s prolonged absence.

“Thank you,” he replied, his smile soft. The door closed behind him, leaving Lucifer alone in the room.

Finally, he removed his phone from where it was pressed against his chest. He looked at the photo Angel had sent him.

There was a dress alright. It was a beautiful red mini dress in a deep red with a plunging neckline. Only Angel wasn’t wearing it.

Instead, he was holding it up half in front of himself, the dress still on its hanger. The only reason he couldn’t see any of Angel’s delicate parts was because of how he stood, partially turned to the side, one leg bent to show off the gentle curve of his ass. His chest was fluffed up, his arched back just barely visible behind the dress in his hand.

If there was something Angel was good at, it was being a tease.

 

Lucifer typed out his reply, pushing his phone into his pocket as soon as he hit send. In a shower of sparkles, he left the room empty.

 

               “I’ll be home in 5 seconds, stay right where you are.”

 

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