"Look at me, Alexander," Lucifer says with quiet strength, leaving Lex's shirt undone around his shoulders. "There is nothing alarming about you. Your scars are proof you've survived." Lucifer has his own, horrible knotted scarring on his back where angel wings used to be.

He may be the devil, but he will be respectful. For now. He finishes undoing the button and pushes the vest off hos shoulders, then works on his shirt. Just as slowly.

His penthouse had a claw tub on his living room. He'll never assume the norm. "Problem?" He notices it and his fingers linger on the last button.

Once they're are alone, Lucifer fingers the buttons of Lex's vest,undoing them slowly. "That bath...?"

Lucifer's arm wraps around Lex as they walk in to his penthouse, some of Lex's security and staff giving Lucifer wavering looks. Not his problem.

Soon, they arrive back at Lex's place, though Lucifer had already set up space there. The door is opened and Lucifer leads Lex out. "Out we go."

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A good, good boy indeed. Lucifer fans his fingers out over the back of Lex's head, and then up his scalp, fire like warmth spreading across there as he does. "A bath. A glass of scotch. It'll be a nice relaxing night."

Lucifer can feel the difference already. A good little demon in the making, isn't he? At the car, he slide's in first and guides Lex in with him.

Lucifer presses Lex to stand, then gets to his feet, taking Lex's hand. "Very well, let's head to the car and go home."

"A promise it was before, now you wish for your soul to truly be mine?"

Lucifer could eat or not, he's not entirely picky. He's vices are merely indulgences of the human nature, nothing more. "A good boy," Lucifer whispers to him, laying bills down to pay for the food and service, far more than he needs to. "Perhaps a relaxing bath at home."

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It takes one monster to love another. They were the only ones that ever would. "And you never will, my dear."

The veal? Perfection. Lex eating? Even better. "Not all who wander are lost. You stray the foot path, just follow my voice."

Lucifer touches long fingers to Lex's face, under his chin and places a simple kiss to his lips. "We'll eat and then go home. No more of this wandering around the mind palace of your brain."

Always.

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Good morning.

"Out of your head." Lucifer simply demands as their dishes are served, sat right in front of them in their one shared seat. He doesn't care if Lex does therapy or not. It's not always that bad, but he won't force. He quite likes his toys broken.

❝ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. . . ❞

"Well," he starts, but stops himself before he says what he really wants to say, "everyone could be different. Choices can be made. Help can be had." Afterall, Lucifer has his own therapist as well. Yes, yes the devil goes to therapy. Shh.

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Do not engage the maniac.

"No." The words lilts off his tongue, pressing more brasd toward Lex, sipping his drink. "Humans have freewill. Their futures are ever changing."

Luci kisses his cheek and offers him the breadstick, to cool his stomach. People were peering in, but one look from Lucifer and they've turned their heads and walked the other way. "Good. Eat."

"Interesting." Lucifer could tell this was a new experience all together. Drinking did nothing to him personally, but throwing out the inhibitions of a human was quite fun. "Careful there, little one. Don't go too fast. You'll never remember our night."

"Don't." Lucifer plucks a breadstick from the basket, tearing bits from it, feeding it to Lex with a kiss to his neck. When Luci takes on someone, when he loves them, they are not easily forgotten.

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A spot they are both well known in, is a spot they need to be seen in. Everyone would know Lex Luthor was his, and a good boy. At least when he's with Lucifer. Lucifer orders two martinis, extra dry, no olives. Gross. And then two meals, the same. He loves his veal. "You're quiet."

There's his good boy. Lucifer pats Lex's hand where it loops through his arm, as they are shown into the warm restaurant, and sat at a private table, in a private room. "My usual." Lucifer has a table at every upscale joint in town. He sits and pulls Lex into his lap.

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"Dead!? No. Don't be crass." Lucifer opens the door for them as the car parks. "Out we go. That's just your body reacting like a normal man ought to."

"Yes, there, there." Lucifer holds him, hand on his back, fingers rubbing up and down his spine. "Nearly there."

There. Lucifer tugs Lex a little closer, deepening that kiss, sighing softly as Lex starts to give in, and pushes him a little further, each second that passes. "Good."

Eventually, faking it turns into real life, and sooner or later you feel /something/. There is no judgment for this, but Lucifer hopes the need and want are there, that Lex /does/ want this, and not just because it appeases the devil. Lucifer traces long fingers down Lex's spine and kisses him-

A quiet pause hits the air between them, Lucifer's fingers gripping Lex's shoulder after a moment with it. He smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "What every wayward, forgotten, disparaged man wants." He swallows and looks away. "To be loved. To love." He's not even sure he's all-

"Fake until you make it." Lucifer is hardly human, not even a little bit. But he's been around human's enough to know what they need and want. And sometimes, he needs and wants, as well.

"Who indeed," he muses, arm around Lex to keep him close, crossing one leg over the other. "Mazikeen, I suppose. " but he can't really call her a caregiver, nor a lover, just someone who keeps others in line for him.

Monsters were created. Was Lucifer a Monster before God cast him down? Told him who he was and meant to be? No, he merely an angel rallying against the norms. Trauma. Parenting. It's all horrible, awful, and vile. "Come." Lucifer held a firm stance with Luther, not going to let him slide into a-

One wretched, twisted bastard to another, Lucifer understood what it was to know jealousy and spite, to be banished and looked down on for it. "No one does," Lucifer states, fixing his cuffs and then takes Luthor's hand. "Where God condemns, it reign in and empower."