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Dead Men Can't Laugh. 1/2 [Radioapple, Appleradio]

Lucifer has to take down a killer in the woods that unfortunately took one of his own, making it now his problem. He didn't expect that he would fall in love that desperately and quickly.

Dead Men Don't Laugh

Someone once said that pain was how we knew that we were alive. Lucifer could not quite remember if someone had said it in front of him, if he heard it in a movie or read it somewhere. But those words hav ebeen stuck with him like a hungry leech ever since. He repeated those words and had them confirmed back to him as something that made sense. If that was true, then surely he had to be dead and that was a conclusion that largely, too, made sense.

More precisely, he found out that he was dead when he fell of a horse for the first time at 12 years old. He just stand up again and walked back where everyone else was. One of his brothers, probably Gabriel or someone else, yelled at seeing him. Everything about him was fine. It felt fine too. Everything except for his arm twisted in an angle that shouldn't be. If anything, it was uncomfortable that he couldn't move it like how he wanted to. His fingers barely twitched for as much he ordered them to.

After putting his arm in a cast, they made even more tests on him. They prode him, made images of his brain, pinch him, made questions while pinching, pinching him at different points and all the time he had to say no. No, it didn't hurt. Annoying, yes. Exasperating, yes. Make him impatient to get back home, yes. But it didn't hurt.

Even more test to find out why. Given the lack of any head trauma during his fall, the running theory was that somewhere along the way during his gestation something that was meant to be connected in his brain never fully did and then the rest continued to grow without minding the abscense. His skin could register hot, cold, tickles, general touch, but the alarms that were supposed to be raised in a normal brain at the presence of pain just never raised for him.

He could, in theory, summerge his hand on a pan full of boiling oil and just hear the sizzling of his own skin without flinching back. He could do a lot of things in theory that other people would not even think without shivering in instictive rejection. Sometimes he also wanted to do them. It seemed like a fun idea in his head, but he never took it to task. Not out of fear, but because it could probably be a bigger inconvenience that it was worth to saciate his curiosity. One never learned how much they should appreciate having both of them hands free and able to peform until one was restricted by a stupid cast. Burns by oil were probably not fun to treat either, no matter how his body could heal them quicker than the average person.

In every other sense, he was no different than other man. Taking away the fact that he was a rare hybrid who sometimes found others eyed him like a literal piece of candy, just as much as he could see others the same way, he was normal. He could pleasure, anger, satisfaction, excitement, his blood pumping and the laughter that took all his air away. But Lucifer felt like there was this huge spot where a new experience should be and no matter what he put in it, no matter how much he shoved, it was never truly filled. When that happened, the same phrase came back to haunt him.

He thought Lilith could be it, that one thing he was missing. They were both able and willing to make it work. That lasted them until three months into their marriage and they realized, almost at the same time, that was never going to sustain them. The week after they agreed that they could see other people, but neither care for a divorce, Lilith find out she was pregnant.

Lucifer took care of everything he could, of course. Doctor appointments, check ups, setting up the nursery room, the baby room, assembling the furniture himself, making sure that Lilith had everything she needed. When people congratulated them and said how happy they surely were, Lucifer did tried to match the energy everyone said he should have. Lilith seemed happy. Always dancing as she made new adjustment to the baby rooms, excitedly talking to him about new baby clothing, baby clothes, more options for names, more colors to add, and Lucifer listened, he nodded and brought everything she could want. All the time wondering if maybe all fathers were mostly indifferent about the idea of their children or he also lost that before he was even born.

In his line of work, separating himself from a situation was good. It allowed one to do what had to be done without a second thought or being swaved by sentimentality. It made you ready for action, ready to be ruthless. But none of that was what made a family. As unique the style of parenting of the Morningstar seniors was, Lucifer knew that much. If not by example, then by contrast.

How could a dead man love his own kid, when he couldn't even love the mother? From where was he supposed to take that? If it was supposed to come from that same void where pain was supposed to be, then he was shit out of luck. The more time passed and the quicker their kid stopped being theorical to a reality on his nearby future, Lucifer was dreading it even more. He didn't want to repeat what he and his siblings had to go through, raised by a man that was all about the business and prepare them for it before even thinking they could need anything else.

Ironically enough, his job was the best way he could find to try to distract himself from those ideas. If he had reached that point in his life already knowing what was wrong with him, but being unable to fix it, then clearly there was nothing that keep turning it on his head was going to do for him. Lilith had already taken her maternity leave from her own office in order to stay home and prepare for their child.

He could take it as well with her, nobody could argue with his right as the boss of his branch, but the mere idea drive him insane. Inside that big mansion there was no escape whatsoever of the baby, of what the baby would need from him and he simply could not provide, of the failure that just awaited him the second Lilith gave birth. Just spending his nights next to his wife was enough to fill his head with ideas he hated to have. Ideas Lilith would stab him repeteadly if he ever voiced them outloud and he would support her through it.

In the office, however, all of that didn't matter. Numbers, tasks, expectations, names. Papers to sign, orders to give. Things made sense when he just didn't had to consider the humanity behind any of it. People either did their work and earned to keep doing it or they failed at it and there were known consequences. It was easy. It was comfortable. Any failure that came his way was because of someone's action, not because of a defect he had no real control over. The life of a kid wasn't fucked over none of it, and if it was, it wasn't a kid he was supposed to care about.

That morning, he received the report he had requested as soon he sat down in his chair, coffee in mug.

"So this is the guy?" asked Lucifer, taking a sip as he casually opened up the manila folder. He saw a fotocopy of a paper from a institution he didn't recognize, a picture on black and white of a man with long curly hair around a smiling face. A too long smile to be considered truly friendly. "He doesn't seem that much of a threath."

"He killed the last team that we send for him" said Husk, crossing his arms. "It was practically a miracle one of them managed to see the gown he was using, one with this symbol. It was literally the last thing he was able to tell us" He pointed at the first page. "From there, it was easy to investigate the rest. This nutjob escaped from there three months back. Two weeks after that, the killings started in the city."

"Ah, so it's an actual certified nutjob. Awesome" Lucifer explored the rest of the information. "Let me guess. A Fork that never learned to control his hunger?" said when the paper didn't had that marked.

"We couldn't find his registration anywhere, but it would seem so. He was caught attempting to devour his own father, plead insanity and was send there, where he spend just five months. Apparently he was a model patient right until the escape."

And then went out to devour a man in the woods. Then another and another. Had he just stayed inside his lane, Lucifer would not move a finger to stop him from indulging in his meals. If he cared about every little asshole who thought was entitled to do anything they wanted to, just because they wanted to, he would not have a single second of peace. But then this asshole had to take away Travis, the previous manager of one of their strip clubs they handled at the borders at the city, and that immediately made it Lucifer's issue to deal with. With an entire team meant to take him down already out of the way, there was no other alternative to take. The guy had declared himself a threat to them, so they had to treat him as such.

"Do we know if the other men he ate were Cakes?" asked Lucifer, after flipping for the rest of papers, containing a brief description of every known victim.

"We could only confirm the second one. All others were either not registered in any way, or normal folks that were declared neither Cakes or Fork in childhood. Then there was Travis, who was a Fork. Something the guy would not shut up about."

Lucifer had only briefly talked with Travel in a couple of ocassions when he went to check the state of the club. That was more than enough to convince him that the guy had completely allowed his Fork status to get to his head. But at least the guy could work well enough and make himself useful. Until he just died, that is.

"Huh" He took another sip. "So this guy is that far gone that he doesn't even discriminate anymore. Any meat is good meat for him now."

"A real son of a bitch" Husk sighed. "What should we do now, boss? Do we send another team?"

Lucifer went back to the first page and read the description of their nutjob. He was tall, but skinny. Even with all the meat he had consumed in the last few weeks, that wouldn't be enough to make him into a tank all of the sudden. It was probably still manageable.

"Yes" said, taking another long sip and sighed pleasantly before putting the mug on a side. "But this time I want to go too."

Husk arched one of his bushy long eyebrows.

"Do you really think that is necessary, sir?"

Probably wasn't and Husk was right in pointing it out. There were a lot of very capable people under his name that could handle one guy if they knew what they were doing. But why not get his hands dirty too for once? It had been a while since he came out of that office. And any excuse to keep away from home and the impeding awareness of everything was a perfectly good one for him.

"He offended the Morningstars taking a bunch of our own" excused Lucifer with a shrug. "It only makes sense a Morningstar takes him down. You are coming, right?"

"Yeah, sure. Is Lilith going to be okay with this plan?"

Lucifer snorted.

"When she hears about this, if anything, she will ask why I didn't went with the first team. But with the baby coming and all of that, it's probably wiser to keep her out of it so she doesn't stresses out. If she asks, just tell her that we were out drinking because it was someone's birthday or whatever. If we finish with this issue earlier, hell, I will actually take you all for a drink and all rounds will be on me" Lucifer pretended like he didn't see the way that Husk slightly perked up at the offer. Any excuse to got out drinking was a good one for him. As long the man did his part he could have whatever vices made life easier for him.

The woods wasn't the kind of area where they could come in and start doing whatever they wanted for nobody to care. Families came there to enjoy it with their children, couples came to have picnics, walk their dogs and some people just liked to walk over the grass and under the tall trees. A big area that could hide horrors the general public would never even notice. A public that was still far from making any connection between some of the deaths occurring lately and any man walking among them. It was best to keep it that way, both to avoid a panic and also alerting any unwanted authorities, so the best time for their arrival had to be after the moon had come out to greet them.

Lucifer made a final check on his gun to make sure all the chambers were full before he descended from his vehicle. A especially dense area full of trees so nobody that happened to be watching, or their target himself, would notice them moving.

"Fellas, you know what to do" assured Husk with a grin as he came out to find the rest, the promise of a full free round lightening up his feet. Ten men should be more than enough to take out a single one and then recover whatever was left of Travis for a proper burial. If anything of him even remained. "We all know who we are looking for. However takes him out first gets a head pat and attaboy from the boss. I know you are all dying to get one of those" joked, receiving a half assed shoulder shove from Lucifer. Husk lifted his hands with a chuckle. "Positive reinforcement, sir."

"However takes him first doesn't get to touch Travis remains" corrected Lucifer, grinning back. "How about that for motivation?" They all looked at each other and then at him, making a slight handwave that hanged the question of an and? in the air. Lucifer groaned, rolling his eyes. "And then we go out to get drinks, alright. Jesus, I got only the drunk ones now? You all better make it worth it at least."

A good natured laughter passed around and elbow knocking before they all got serious once Husk cleared his throat.

"That is the house where we have confirmation the guy is hiding" said the man, pointing with his beareded chin a direction in which they could see the top of a building peeking over the trees. "Used to be for a guardian of this place, now it's home of a maniac. Two floors, but it's falling to pieces so if you can just avoid going upstairs and possibly falling to your death, that would be peachy. All the windows are boarded up, which doesn't mean that he can't see you coming. Spread around, don't keep together in groups bigger than two and these two are meant to support each other. We are here to take him out, not incapacitate him only. I will drink my first glass in honor of whoever gets a headshot."

Lucifer sniffed the air as his men started to divide themselves. He was going with a guy he had worked with a number of times and therefore already knew was efficient, but wasn't planning to stay close.

"Do we really need to spend this much effort for one guy?" questioned one of their younger blood.

"Last team was 6 and he took them out like nothing, so yeah, I would say this is warranted" said Husk, cracking his neck to a side and then to another. "Alright. Whenever you are ready, sir."

Lucifer nodded, clasping his gun and feeling the comfort of the heavy metal as the others moved around. They had to surround this guy, leave him no alternative route to react.

"Now" said, advancing through the trees.

Husk clicked his tongue loud enough for the rest to get the signal, movilizing all towards the home. A Fork didn't have any distinctive strong smell of their own, just like regular people, but Lucifer still found himself sniffing the air just in case as he came closer.

The only point of attention his nose got was the scent of the one Cake among them, at the further left. It wasn't a bad smell to cling to him, of course, but it was far too bitter for his own taste, like biting into a bar of dark intense chocolate. Some other Forks surely could enjoy it, just not him. Not that it mattered, as long the guy did his job.

As they came closer, however,a new smell came to him through the breeze. He recognize it instantly, despite the surprise. Blood, but worse than that: familiar blood. One of their own was bleeding and with the complete lack of any gunshot ripping through the night, there was one likely explanation for it. He reached an arm to stop his companion. The man looked at him without understanding, but Lucifer just lifted a finger to put against his lips as he concentrated on his hearing. No screams, no struggle, just the ruffling over the grass and broken twigs from their passing. Either two idiots had separated when they shouldn't have or the guy had taken a pair without any of them doing anything to overtly alert the others. In any case, he bended his knees and walked towards the blood.

The man walked close by. Another group have already reached the house and were entering from the back. Lucifer started to take deep breaths when the smell was stronger. On the way he found one of the Forks coming with them, with a nose just as good as him, searching for the same thing. It didn't take them long to see the feet poking out from under a bush from where the body had been dragged to. But the thing that catched everyone's attention the most was the severed head looking at him from a hole in a tree nearby. The blood was still drippin from the portion of the neck that stand out, shinning over the tree bark.

Lucifer couldn't help but to appreciate how fast that guy had worked. There was a good reason why nobody else had caught him yet.

Unfortunately, his pragmatism wasn't shared among the other men. Two of them returned the content of their stomachs right there, including the one that was supposed to be his back up. That alone could be understandable, forgivable even. But then someone thought they saw something, or they actually saw it, and shoot out before thinking of doing anything else. The sudden explosive noise ringed made the others jump in place.

"I think I got it!" yelled the one who shot with a cracked up voice, running towards that point. His pair followed him, spitting to a side.

"Don't" said Lucifer to the silent question of his companion.

He slowly moved towards the nearest tree, back pressed against it, with the other man imitating him just in case. They waited. Another shot cut out the silence, this time coming from inside the house, almost drowning out the noises up ahead of them. Gurgling, as if someone was drowning. Now Lucifer moved. If he was in the middle of killing, maybe he could catch him distracted enough for him to strike.

Another gunshot in front. Lucifer moved faster, just in time to see a feral ball of man throw themselves against one of their own and then dissapearing behind a bush. His companion went to check, but Lucifer already knew it was useless. The smell of blood was now too intense, but even if that wasn't enough then the sounds that were coming from the man already made it clear that he was on his last breath.

Lucifer went over the body, towards the direction he imagined their friend had gone to. That is when his nose finally captured a new smell that had nothing to do with everything surrounding him.

A beautiful, enticing, overwhelmingly delicious smell that gripped onto his very soul and squeezed it with the strenght of a wolf's bite. If that essence pulled back from him, it would take chunks of his body with it, blood, guts, nerves and muscle, so he had to chase him down regardless of anything else happening around him. He forgot about the forest, about the issue that brought him to that point, about perceiving anything else that wasn't that perfect and wonderful smell. Every little crevice of his chest had to be filled up with it, he didn't want anything else.

The stronger it was becoming the scent, Lucifer had already completely let go of any pretense of holding his gun up. His heart was beating with something that wasn't fear but may as well could be. How could something that amazing could exist in the world? Was he dreaming after all? As he came to an open area, the nutjob of the woods finally turned to him. It was the first time that he saw him in all color, someone's else blood dripping from his mouth, tainting the front of a shirt that wasn't his.

A feral smile that looked ready to gnash someone's face off greeted him, glaring him down as he lifted his arm, knife prepared to make good on the implicit promise.

Lucifer's immediate thought was that he had never seen such intense green eyes in all of his life, standing out even more because of his dark brown skin. The second thought that came attached to it was what a beautiful man that was.

That man was bleeding from his shoulder, some of the bullets fired that night finally hit him. From that point it was coming that delicious smell. Lucifer wanted to go sniff it closer, taste it against his tongue, get drunk on it, pretend that wound was his home. He could die a happy man if only he could do that just once.

"Hey" said, lifting his hand without the gun. But then he lifted the other, pointing up ahead. "GET DOWN!"

The killer did, either because he listened to him or he heard the breaking of the branches behind him that announced someone else was coming from behind, gun at the ready. In any case, Lucifer was glad to have him out of the way so he could shoot directly between the eyes of the man. Suddenly it wasn't a man anymore, it was just another body that hit the floor.

The man of the woods turned over his bended knees to see what happened. Lucifer could not see what kind of reaction he was having before he had already launched himself against him, trying to grab him. But he haven't been trained in close combat since he was little for nothing. He slipped away, throwing his gun away before showing both his hands empty.

"Wait, wait" said quickly, nearby avoiding a slash to the face. "I don't want to fight!"

"What a coincidence!" The other man laughed and that too had Lucifer's chest quivering inside his chest. "I don't want to fight either! I was having a perfectly fine night before you lot came around to ruin it. So why don't you be a good lad and stay still while I gut you, mmmm? I promise to make it slightly less than excrutiantingly painful."

"You know, you have a really good voice" Lucifer couldn't help to say, chuckling to himself. He could hear that voice read to him the phonebook and fully enjoy it. His hands felt clammy and his face hot in a way that had nothing to do with the exercise he was doing, he already knew. "Has anyone told you that?"

"They have. Although flattery won't feed me" The killer launched himself again, knife about to carve itself into his eye.

Only for a moment later, be stopped. The man blinked in shock when Lucifer caught it on his hand. The sharp tip came out the other side of his palm, close to his face by very little.

Lucifer stood his ground, staring at the killer. He was even more beautiful up close. His breath was intoxicating, the smell of his sweat after all the fighting would surely taste amazing. But as the man was still processing the manuever, he also noticed something else. The nostrils expanding to caught on his smell, the face relaxing somewhat in the presence of something it could barely understand, his pupils dilated like a cat presented with a newly opened up can of tuna after days starving.

His blood was the catalyst. The man was getting entranced by it the exact same way that he was.

He wasn't a Cake going insane like how Lucifer had assumed by his smell, nor a Fork that could perceive the scent that Lucifer tried so hard to hide with perfumes and colognes when it suited him.

He was both.

"You are like me, aren't you" whispered when he finally got it. "A hybrid."

Whatever confusion spell the killer was under seemed to crack and destroyed in front of his words. The man looked at his face and Lucifer was sure, he would bet his own soul on it, no other Fork who ever found his scent appealing ever fixated on him with such hunger. Such absolute, overwhelming need. He understood it so well because the exact same case for him. Have it reflected back to him send a shiver down his spine, envigorating him even more.

With his hand still bleeding between them, Lucifer lifted the other towards the back of the man's neck and elevated his feet as far he could. All the while cursing why this guy had to be so damn tall. The killer, fortunately for him, bended over slightly and licked his lips. Were they as soft as they looked? Lucifer so wanted to tasted them from the inside out.

Until another bullet came flying between them, right at the point where the head of the killer was about to be. It was understandable, then, that he would pull back and take his knife away with him. It was, but that didn't made Lucifer to lament it any less. He could not care about the now open wound on his hand as much as the killer running away, taking everything wonderful, warm and perfect with him.

He shoot a glare to the one who shot, his companion designated to protect him. A man of bright blonde hair whose name he couldn't bother to remember now.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU IMBECILE!" To the man's credit, at least he had the good sense to cower. He could thank the stars that he was far enough or Lucifer could strangle him. "I HAD HIM ALREADY! Go back to the others and stay in the car until I get back! All of you can fuck off! This one is mine."

Without caring anymore about him, Lucifer started running after that scent. He caught the trace quickly and he breathed in. The guy couldn't just ran away from the forest, right? He didn't have any car. The report anything about that.

As he finally caught a glimpse of the black hair up ahead, Lucifer went up through a side and came out in front of the killer, offering the same gesture of peace by offering his hands empty. The killer lifted his knife to the level of his shoulder, getting into position to fight or defend himself, whichever was necessary.

"I am sorry" said Lucifer quickly. "I didn't want that to happen."

"Am I supposed to believe that?" The killer smirked, almost amused by the stupity. "You come here with guns and all your little buddies ready for the take down. Of course you were counting on me being distracted so one of them could have the killing shot."

"Okay, we did came for that, but…" Lucifer couldn't finish his poor attempt at pacifying him before the other men jumped to him. This time Lucifer didn't managed to react fast enough before the man had already pinned him down against a tree, holding his forearms against the throat of Lucifer. Barely managing only to lift his own so he wasn't completely suffocating him. Lucifer knew that he shouldn't be admiring the way the blood looked on top of the man's skin. "You look good in red" said stupidly and the killer sneered in front of his face.

With every deep breath he took, the killer was no doubt perceiving his smell again. He swallowed thick the drool that was starting to gather at his mouth. Lucifer lifted his other hand towards the killer to tell him it was okay, he could have a bite or two as long it was mutual, but suddenly he found it impalled against the tree near his head with the same blade that hurt the other.

"I will devour that pretty face you have until there is nothing left" growled the killer, his lips twitching to reveal more teeth.

Lucifer blinked at him.

"You think I am pretty?" said and maybe it wasn't the time, but he could feel a smile stretching.

He had been given compliments before, for sure, by all kinds of people. That one, coming from this man specifically, however, lifted a storm in his stomach. The killer groaned at him as he pushed Lucifer's head to a side, ready to just bite into his neck.

Lucifer closed his eyes and forced himself to throw his head against the killer's face. His forehead knocked against the other's nose. Unlike him, this guy could feel the pain and react to it, giving a few additional seconds to kick him by the side, where the kidneys should be, and then pushed him off the way. Lucifer pushed the knife off his palm and the tree, throwing it to a side. Even more of that glorious scent filled the air between them, pulling at his being like through a string attached to his intestines.

All he could think about was that if he let the killer to just eat him right there, he was never going to be able to taste him himself and he couldn't allow that to happen. That wasn't fair at all. It wasn't enough with just the smell, he had to put it against his tongue. How was he supposed to die in peace having that need unsatisfied?

"Oh, hey, now" called, lifting his hand to the fallen killer. "We don't have to do it like this, we can just…"

He should have known that as soon he was close enough, the man of the woods would pull out his legs and swip it to make him lose his balance. Lucifer only managed to tense the muscles of his back as the killer quickly climbed on top of him, going for the bite again. This time Lucifer was actually getting frustrated already.

For fuck's sake, if the guy wasn't going to listen nicely, then he was leaving him no choice but to do it the hard way. Lucifer grabbed the jaw of the killer with his palm, keeping him away from himself. He could see the way the way breathed and panted to get more of his blood, but it was past the time Lucifer was just willing to offer it just like that. If he wanted that meal, he was going to work harder for it.

A punch to the face got his attention back. The killer growled with a tense grimace and pulled his arm back to punch at his chest. Pain itself Lucifer couldn't feel, but having all his air sucked right out of him was never a good feeling to go through. As the man pulled back to prepare for another punch, Lucifer threw a handful of dirty into his eyes. Still panting, he turned his hips and pulled one leg between the ones of the killer, sending him to the side with Lucifer on top.

Between punching and trying to bite the other, Lucifer didn't realize at what point he had started grinding against the man's body, whichever he could have. Whatever small relief he was getting through it was nothing compared with the devastating notion that the other man, even as he tried over and over to knock him out, was doing it just the same, although in a more clumsy and uncoordinated way like he wasn't sure of what he was doing.

At some point, the man managed to get on his feet and Lucifer the opportunity of pulling his belt off. Just as the killer turned around to kick him out, Lucifer moved up ahead and trapped a wrist with the leather strip. Being smaller than the other men made it easier, if anything, to move under him and pulled by the hand to the ground again, on his front. The other that came to grab his leg, Lucifer grabbed it and joined it with the other, pulling between the legs of the man as he hold them down with his own knees.

From there, Lucifer could feel another kind of smell. Something different to sweat and blood, concentrating just above where he was holding his hands. The killer panted against the ground through gritted teeth and groanned, shaking and thrashing, testing his limits until it finally sink in that Lucifer was not going to let him go.

"Fuck you" spat the man, knocking his head against the ground, as if cursing everything that brought him there. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you to hell! Are you going to fucking do it or what?"

The insides of Lucifer squeezed tight, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Do what?" asked because he had to be sure, he needed to be sure.

"Don't you fucking dare to make me say it, you bastard" The killer glared at him over his shoudler, through messy strands of hair. A beautiful sight of green tinted by a fog that wasn't there before. "Just fucking do it. I can fucking smell you want to. You stink like a dog from it. It's disgusting."

Lucifer closed off his mouth and swallowed. He bended himself forward, pressing himself against the bottom that now, he was sure, arched back against him.

"And you think you are any better?" Lucifer grabbed at one ass cheeks through the pants of the man and smack it, open palm. The killer grunted with a flinch, but came back easily, pressing against Lucifer. "I can smell you too, you know. All that blood rushing down must have you feeling pretty dizzy, isn't it?"

"I will fucking kill you" spat the killer, hiding his face in the dirt. "I will kill you and then eat you until your corpse starts rotting and gets filled with maggots. I will use that empty head you have to make me a lantern and give your ribs to street dogs."

"Yeah, yeah" Lucifer moved to release the front button of the killer's pants.

The hands trapped by his belt tried to move but he pulled them tighter. At the same time, he could see the killer shivering as he left his bottoms exposed to the air. Lucifer couldn't help but to breath in all that warmed up skin, shivering himself with such an intense need that it felt like he was going to die if he kept repressing it. But he did.

He bended over the other's body and closed his fist tight, near the face of the killer. The man who stared at that hand with equal parts hunger and aprehension.

"A taste for a taste?" offered Lucifer.

The killer barely managed one single nod of his head before he launched his mouth against the mouth. It didn't hurt, but it was indeed weird to feel a tongue digging into the middle of his hand and drink up from his palm like a man abandoned in the dessert being given his first handful of water. The sucking noises were absolutely obscene and only send another rush of Lucifer's blood to another place. He was the one that was starting to feel dizzy.

But his effort at least was compensated when he could feel the killer notably relaxed. His shoulders fell against the ground, full chest against the floor. The brush of that naked skin against him was all he needed. Lucifer opened up his own pants and rubbed himself between those firms shapes. As he let the belt hit the ground, Lucifer pulled his underwear down and spat on his fingers. The first intromission had the killer mewling against his hand briefly. On the second one, Lucifer could feel the tongue pressing against the wound even harder until the very tip came out the other side like the knife had done before. Lucifer could feel his skin being stretched out and proded as he was doing the same thing with the entrance of the killer.

Did his hand felt as warm as the killer? Was the resistance similar in any way? Did it felt just as strange? Regardless of the answer to those questions, the killer's behind pushed against him all the same. At that point he could liberate his hand if he really wanted to, there was nothing stopping him. Instead, he grunted and panted as Lucifer made his way inside of his body, nails scrapping and holding onto the ground.

It was tight, warmth and the absolute best thing Lucifer had experienced in all his years of life. He knew he should probably slow down, but he had already resisted for so long that it was as if his hips already had a mind of their own. It wasn't just a matter of chasing pleasure as a way to finally get some release, an opportunity to finally get what he had been craving all of that time, probably since the moment he smelled the blood of the killer.

Could sounds also taste good? They had to, because Lucifer could not find another explanation for why the moans reaching his ears to stir him on even more than any lapdance ever did. Everything about that body was calling to him and there was not a single part of Lucifer who waned to reject it.

Soon it wasn't just him moving. He could barely push back before the killer slammed against him again, refusing to let him go. If not with his hips, with his muscles contracting all around Lucifer and tensing up. As Lucifer felt the first actual bite in his hand, not strong enough to break skin, he slipped his other hand to find another cock burning up, leaking a most delicious nectar to the ground. Lucifer gathered some drops from the sensitive skin and licked them up, a sigh of pure delight escaping his lips.

More. He needed more of that. More of all of it.

"Come on, baby" He grunted, pumping him with his hand now, letting his blood mixed in as well. The killer whined wordlessly and rotated his hips, the breath caught in his throat. "Give it to me, baby. I bet you taste so good I will become addicted. Don't you want more too? I can give you all you want, everything you want and more. Just work with me here, come on, I know you want to."

He barely knew what he was saying now, but it all felt true and unquestionable. As he reached that sweet point in which he knew the end was coming, he accelarated both his hand and hips more. The killer tensed up again, open mouth against his wound, hot breath over spilled blood. His muscles contracted and expanded as he finally give in, legs swaying on his knees as every drop was taken out of him. Lucifer inhaled the scent and let it fill his mind, be literally the only thing that he could ever think about, as he followed right after.

Sensitive, but still hungry, Lucifer went to pick up his reward in his fingers. The killer shivered, at being scrapped or feeling full, it was hard to say. Either way the look that the man directed him over the shoulder was not one of discontent. Even covered in dirty, sweat and turned into a complete mess, he still looked ever so precious in Lucifer's mind.

For moment they just stared at each other, regaining their breath. They could have been the only two people in the entire woods, in the entire city. Lucifer lifted his hand to try to caress the killer's cheek and then the man grabbed his wrist to push him down. Free of any of his restraint and mouth open to bite off his nose. Lucifer pushed back. He felt himself slipping out the killer as he was turning around to get and prepare his elbow to smack him again. Lucifer maneuvered to caught against his arm.

It was merely seconds what he had and second was all he needed to put out the needle off his jacket, bite the cover off and spit it away. The killer bite down his bicep almost at the same time that Lucifer injected the needle on his neck, pressing down as hard he could.

The body of the killer instantly went limp. Lucifer stayed in four over him and sighed. He did say that they were there to take their target down, that there wouldn't be any other purpose. But he still carried around little helpers like those in his pockets, just in case he needed to put to sleep someone he didn't want or needed to eliminate during a job. Not that he minded the extra blood, but sometimes it was just unnecesary. Once he was sure that the guy had truly being send to sleep and wasn't faking it, Lucifer stand up and saw his hand, the one the killer had for a treat.

His tongue had actually carved a small hole in the middle, one through which he could see him laying over the grass. It didn't hurt, of course, but the whole thing felt like it had been pushed past it's limits and he knew some small parts were missing. Trying not to move it too much, Lucifer made sure the killer had his pants on before carrying him on his arms.

As tall as he was, he felt even skinnier than what his report had said. Being on the run was definitely not compatible with a filling diet. All those men he had eaten could only do so much as he was constantly looking over his shoulder.

When he came closer to where they had perked their cars, he counted only five of them were left. Including the little stupid asshole that had ruined his first encounter. The fact that the man in question had the good sense to go in a different car than him did very little to calm him down.

It was two hours after they had come back from the woods when the killer, no, Alastor, woke up. Finding himself with his hands tied up at the back on the floor of an empty room was a shocking experience for anyone. Lucifer, sitting on the only chair in front, stand up as soon he noticed the jerky movement of the man trying to get away.

"Hey, hey" called, kneeling close. "Alastor, right?" The man glared at him through strands of black curly hair, sneering. "I am sorry, but after you trying to attack me again, I kinda had to take this measure. But nobody is going to hurt you here, I promise" The man squinted his eyes as he looked at his hands, both of them now covered by white bandages. "Oh, this?" Lucifer chuckled, as it was just a small bump. "Our doc says I should be fine in a week or two. Perks of being a hybrid, am I right? He also treated your shoulder" said, making a small gesture towards it.

It was only then that Alastor realized he had a clean new white shirt on him. If he revealed his shoulders, then he could see the bandage too, but he had to feel the stitches pushing his skin together anyway.

"You also apparently had a sprained ankle the entire time" added Lucifer. "It should be fine too in a few days. In any case, wow, that is really impressive. I can only imagine that you could have probably taken all of them out if you were in perfect condition. You are amazing."

"What do you want?" spat Alastor, accomodating to sit on the floor. It was the most he could do because the chain attached to the rope did not allow for much. He still had a smile plastered on, as if they were both talking in front of a cup of tea. "If you wanted to kill me, this is quite the round about way to do it. Other than that, I can't imagine what business you could have with little old me."

Lucifer sucked in his teeth.

"You see, that is not technically true. Do you remember Travis by any chance? He was manager of one of our strip clubs? Thinks his cock should be bigger because he was a Fork and is perpetually upset that is not?"

For a moment Alastor stared at him like he sincerely had no idea what he was talking about. But slowly his features started to relax again as his eyes looked up in his memory.

"Had an annoying screeching laugh after his own jokes?"

"That same one."

"I didn't like the taste of his skin" said Alastor with a nod. "His lungs were delightful, though. Unusually clean and soft" confirmed with a pleasant smile. "So he was a colleague of yours then. Did you know that he used to beat the dancers?"

Lucifer straighten up. That was the first time he heard anything about it.

"Did he?"

"I caught him right after one of the dancers came out with a black eye. I think for refusing to give him some kind of sexual favor, or it could have been something else entirely. Honestly, I didn't care much to ask more details before I took him out. Get that man drunk enough to come with me was remarkably easy. Whoever is in charge should know to screen better their employees. I doubt that bruises and dancers wincing in pain appeals to a large audience."

Lucifer squeezed a fist. The critique was fair and deserved. He would have to see into that issue to make sure something like that didn't happen again.

"If that is true, then good fucking riddance and I hope his ass is burning in Hell" commented sincerely and something in the face of Alastor relaxed.

"Given the circumstances I am in, I have no reason to lie. For all I know, you wouldn't care about what this Travis fellow was doing. I was just saying what motivated me to take him."

"If he was fucking up with the people under his charge for no fucking good reason, you best believe I care" Lucifer scoffed, sitting cross legged in front of the other man. "So is that the case for the others? Were they pieces of shit too?"

"Most of them" Alastor shrugged. "Some of them were just convenient at the moment."

Lucifer nodded, looking over at the killer. The man was returning the same scrutiny. As second passed without any of them saying anything, Lucifer was suddenly aware of how hot his face turned.

"I…" said and cleared his throat when no words came out, "I hope you understand, I really don't intend to kill you. Or like, hurt you. That was the original plan, which is why we were all going, but things changed."

"What changed exactly?" Alastor lifted his legs and kept them close to his chest.

A small wince passing through his face gave Lucifer the impression he was probably remmembering what they did in the forest.

"I changed my mind" said Lucifer, getting a little bit closer, just as Alastor tensed up more. "You felt it too, right? I have known a lot of Cakes in my life, and even a few hybrids, but literally felt for them the same way. Did you?"

Alastor looked all over until he was sending daggers to his head, but Lucifer could still percieve a trace of that desperate hunger behind. The same one that he still had palpitating over his bones.

"Let's say, for the sake of argument" started Alastor slowly, pushing himself back. Imposing a barrier between the two of them. "that this is indeed a new experience for me. What does it matter? If you want to feast on my body, as I know you do, then whatever I feel about yours in return would have no difference in my own flavor."

"But it does matter to me" Lucifer sighed, coming even closer. Alastor lifted his chin as his nostrils flared up, no doubt capturing his scent even then. He actively had to control himself from not doing the same and have his mouth watering in the spot. "I do want to… have you like that, but if I do then you will just die and I won't have it anymore. Ever. And I am fucking terrified of that. I can't let you go either for the same reason."

Alastor's smile twitched.

"Then what?" asked finally, impatient. "Is the idea to keep me locked up for you to take small bites of until any of us dies of old age? If so, good sir, I must inform you that would inevitably change my flavor and ruin it for you anyway."

Lucifer was taken aback by how easy he jumped to that conclusion. Or why the hell did he even know that.

"What the fuck?" He shook his head. "No, nothing as fucked up as that. I just… want you to keep around. We will feed each other. I can give you so much more food that you would know what to do with. You won't ever have to hide or run away or worry about anyone going after you. Nobody is going to send you anywhere just because you wanted a bite or take out some other asshole."

"Surely you don't expect me to believe that will come for free" pointed out Alastor.

"It won't" Lucifer looked down and sighed. He took another deep breath before rising his gaze to meet him. "I want you. I need you to be mine. If you are, then all of that will be yours."

"And If I say no?" Alastor almost chuckled when Lucifer was suddenly was in front of his face, moving faster than he expected.

"You won't" Lucifer sniffed him close. No, he was never going to find anything like it, he was sure of it. "You want it just as much as me. Tell me I am wrong."

"You are wrong" Alastor looked at every portion of his face as Lucifer was cutting even more distance. "So disgustingly wrong it makes me sick. I might end up returning Travis after all."

"Is that so?" Lucifer smirked as he licked his lips and saw the way Alastor's eyes followed his tongue. The killer's mouth was also slightly left ajar for the taken. Only for Lucifer to not advance further. "My bad then. I must have misread everything."

Alastor exhaled as he gulped deep and moved himself forward. Which made the knocking in the door that caused him to pull back all the more enfuriating.

"WHAT?" Lucifer barked over his shoulder. Even Alastor raised his eyebrows, surprised at his change of tone. "That better be fucking important!"

"It's about Lilith, sir" said the voice of Husk behind the door. "She is on her way to the hospital."

Lucifer turned towards Alastor. Before Alastor could say anything else, Lucifer moved to untie his hand and take one on his. Alastor was about to take it off him, but all Lucifer wanted to do was to kiss his palm. For some reason, the gesture seemed to confuse him even more than anything else Lucifer had done until then.

"I am sorry, I really have to go" said, standing up. "Can you… wait here, please? I will be back as soon as I can and then we can talk more. But I really need to go. If you get hungry, thirsty or anything, ask to the guys at the door and they will get it for you."

Lucifer tried to avoid looking at Alastor on his way to the door. However he still had to thow him one last glance as the man was rubbing his wrists and following him back. He wanted to stay and make sure that Alastor understood that he meant every single word, that he would swear his own blood on it if it was needed. He wanted to finally kiss him and drink his tongue rubbing against his. Instead, he gave him his back. He had made a promise and had to fulfill it.

"I will be back" promised, getting out. Husk was already waiting for him to follow him to the living room, where the rest of the surviving men were hanging out. Lucifer pointed towards the hallway where Alastor was at. "Anything that man wants, he gets it, okay? Even if he wants some fancy shit like lobster or whatever, get it for him. Nobody is to hurt a single hair of his head. If I come back to him in any state less than perfect, there will be problems, are we clear?"

All the men nodded. If any of them was confused or wanted to protest as to why they should be treating the killer of many of their colleagues like a king, they knew to keep it for themselves.

"On more thing" Lucifer turned to Husk. "Give me your gun. I lost mine."

Husk frowned, confused, but handed the weapon easily. Lucifer filled one chamber and walked towards the man of bright blonde hair. One single shot to the head was all it took for him to be slammed down against the wall and slipped to the floor. That is what he deserved for being the closest to taking out Alastor.

"Send flowers to his mom or whatever is that he had" indicated Lucifer, returning the gun to Husk before he walked to the door. "And clean him up before he starts stinking up the place, for fuck's sake."

To say that the way to the hospital was nerve wrecking would be an understatement. Every manner of horrible possibilities bounced in his mind, incontrollably, filling with a sense of dread that almost made him order his drive to go in the opposite direction and catch the first fly he could to another country.

Lilith could die at the table. The baby could die at the table and then Lilith would be sad. Both of them could be okay and he still ruined their lives somehow. The baby ends up hating him. The baby runs away. The baby takes each member of the family down because they all sucked at giving them a competent father. Lilith hates him because their baby does. The peaceful atmosphere of his home completely broken up because he, and only he, was still a defect made man and he lacked everything a good father should be. Maybe he was like his father after all. Maybe that was all he was ever good for. Maybe Lilith did divorce him after all and marries one of his brothers to placate their families.

Once he actually reached the hospital, it wasn't any better. He wasn't allowed in the room Lilith was at while she was delivering their child. It wasn't hygienic, they said. He had to wait, they said. Leaving him no other choice than to permanently pace around the waiting room, hugging to himself as he contained the nausea threatening at the back of his mouth.

Other people were also there. Everytime a nurse or doctor came around, Lucifer had to stop himself from going directly to them and demand some answers about his wife because it was never for him, and he didn't need to come off as the worst kind of asshole by shoving himself in the middle while someone could be receiving devastating news. The temptation was still very much there, if only to gain the ilusion that he was he doing something.

Slowly, the waiting room was looking more and more empty as the night just kept getting darker through the windows. Lucifer did not want to check, but end up doing it in the watch attached to the wall and knew it had been three hours already. Was that normal? Should he be even more worried?

He considered go walk around the parking lot and come back. Just more space to move aimessly and don't feel so constricted. Discarded it immediately because what if just then someone came looking for him, they didn't find him and then Lilith thought she abandoned them, took the baby with her and told the entire family that he was running away from his responsabilities? Then what?

At the fourth hour, he considered the ramifications of going to Calcuta when suddenly someone touched his shoulder and he finally realized that the nurse had been calling to him for a while.

"Mister Morninsgtar" said the woman, relieved to finally get his attention. "Your wife is resting. You have a healthy girl now. Congratulations."

"Thank you" said Lucifer mechanically, not knowing if that made things better or any different really. He didn't think much about the gender of the baby having too much of an effect in anything. The main problem was going to be with him, if nothing else. "Can I see them?"

"Yes, of course."

The nurse guided him towards Lilith's room. As exhausted as she was, somehow, Lilith still looked like she had just said goodbye to an entire team of beauty before he came into the room. Besides some light eyebags for the lack of sleeps, she was still beautiful and her eyes light up at seeing him.

"Hey" greeted Lucifer and he was glad, actually was, to see that at least she was okay. As the nurse closed the door at his back, he moved over to reach the hand Lilith extended to him and squeeze it. "How are you feeling?"

"Surprisingly fine" said Lilith with a light chuckle. "But don't take this the wrong way, dear, I am never doing that again. Consider me the number one supporter of adoptions from now on."

"Fair enough" Lucifer looked at the craddle installed on the other side of Lilith.

"Do you want to meet her?" Lilith smiled and lifted herself up to pick up a bundle of soft pale pink blankets on her arms. "She is such a good girl already. Cried just enough for the doctor know that she was fine, drank all of her milk on the first try and pass out like an angel after. She is perfect in every single way. Although I wasn't expecting anything else."

"Yeah?" Lucifer sat on the chair next to her and waited until Lilith got closer, indicating him the appropriate way to hold her head and the rest of her body. "She is so tiny" commented, looking down.

"You wouldn't think that with how big she made my belly, wouldn't you?" Lilith chuckled, patting her own stomach. "Doctor said that it will take a few days for all my organs reaccomodate themselves where they should be, because of all the space she used. Oh, by the way, I went with the name Charlie Jane Morningstar. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" Lilith smirked, only to later blink when noticing what was happening with Lucifer. "Oh, dear" she sighed, reaching over to grab his arm and pat it.

Lucifer breathed in shakily and whipped his face the best he could on his shoulders. But there was no stopping the tears. It was making a mess of his vision to see the tiny face of his daughter. He kissed her tiny forehead of her tiny face and something broke apart inside of him. Something that he had kept ignored and put aside because he was too scared to find out what it could mean, what it could say about the kind of man he was.

"Are you okay, Luci?" Lilith called gently.

"I love her" confessed Lucifer with a sob, hugging her close. His Charlie. His baby. A true and a revelation that shook to his very core, gave him a sense of hope that felt completely new for him. "I love her so much. I do. I will kill anyone who hurts her. She is so precious, Lili. She is so tiny."

"She is" Lilith sniffled a little as she rubbed his back. "Isn't she wonderful?"

Lucifer kept nuzzling her head until Charlie started to cry, waken up from her sleep, and Lilith took the reigns to calm her down, shushing her softly as she rocked her. Lucifer took the chance to finally clean up fully his face.

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