WHO: Lucifer and Castiel WHAT: Angel brothers...probably not bonding WHEN: Saturday, June 15. WHERE: Jendry’s Pizza WARNINGS: Talk of sex, masturbation STATUS: Closed/Completed Gdoc
For the most part, Lucifer had tried to ignore Castiel since arriving here. He’d chatted with him on the network here and there, but meeting him in person was very, very low on Lucifer’s to-do list, below root canals and dressing like a goat. Still, he knew it was pretty much bound to happen. The place wasn’t that big, and two celestial creatures such as they were would certainly be pushed together at some point.
And tonight, it seemed, would be that night.
Lucifer spent a good deal of his time at the Casino, the Strip Club and the various bars in town, but tonight he’d decided to do something a little tamer and had simply decided to sit home and watch Netflix while eating pizza. Netflix and Chill, by himself. Perhaps not quite as interesting, but over the eons in hell he’d developed a very talented wrist.
He had just entered the pizza place to pick up his food when he was overcome by the sense of another angel. Just ducky. He scowled as he saw Castiel and sighed dramatically.
“Just lovely.”
***
Castiel didn’t need to eat, but Blake did. And Castiel had been getting the man a lot of Chinese food and burgers, so he had decided to change it up a bit. He had slipped into Jendry’s, with the intention of ordering a pizza and having absolutely no drama or confrontation whatsoever with anyone in the restaurant.
That plan was changed when he spotted Lucifer in the pizza place. He made a slight face at the sight of the fallen angel. He had bad memories of the Lucifer from his home, and he couldn’t help but think this Lucifer as the same.
Because why wouldn’t he be? Lucifer was Lucifer, no matter where or when he was from, right?
“Just the person I wanted to see,” he said, a bit sarcastically. Okay, perhaps it was a little more than a bit sarcastically. He did have a grasp on how to use sarcasm, despite how awkward he could be.
***
He was quite impressed that the Angel had picked up sarcasm. It was such a useful thing to master, especially on Earth of today. There was simply so much need for it. Especially at times like this. Still, his brother could be awkwardly adorable like all of them from the Silver City could be. Maybe because those who spent time there weren’t often exposed to the real world.
“I usually am,” he said with a grin. “Fun tends to follow me.” Because most fun was outlawed by Dear old Dad.
“Don’t tell me you are having pizza? I’m surprised you know what it is.”
***
Castiel didn’t always use sarcasm appropriately, but he tended to know when to use it. And he didn’t always pick up on sarcasm well. But he had a feeling he would be able to pick it up with Lucifer. Mainly because he had a feeling that Lucifer would use it quite frequently. He could be wrong, though.
He just rolled his eyes at Lucifer’s statement, “Of course I know what pizza is. The Winchesters eat a lot of it. And Blake… well, he needs to eat, too.”
Not that Castiel himself ate pizza. Because he didn’t like most foods. But he at least knew what it was. He had lived among humans long enough to learn about their foods.
***
Lucifer did eat. He didn’t have to. But like most things he did with humans, he did it because it was fun, because it felt good, or in this case because it tasted good. Lucifer was all about pleasures, be they of the flesh or of the stomach. So he liked pizza. Not as much as some things, as he could rather be a snob, but it had delicious flavors in it.
“Blake, right,” he said, rolling his eyes. The gender of Castiel’s partner was utterly irrelevant to Lucifer. What wasn’t irrelevant was that he was actually in a relationship with a human while other angels accused Lucifer of being too worldly. “Don’t suppose you’d be interested in sharing?”
He wasn’t really attracted to Blake, but it was more to piss off Castiel than anything else.
***
He arched an eyebrow at Lucifer’s question. He wasn’t exactly the jealous type, but he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to share anything (or anyone) with Lucifer. Actually, he knew that he didn’t want to share with Lucifer. He was more than willing to share almost anything with anyone else, but Lucifer? He wasn’t too fond of the fallen angel, and he wanted to keep Blake for himself.
“I don’t suppose I could stop you,” he said after a moment. “But I can assure you that if you try anything with Blake, I may have to try and kill you.” Okay, yes, he was a little possessive of Blake. Especially when it was Lucifer asking about sharing Blake.
And yes, Castiel was in a relationship with a human. It wasn’t something he had planned, but it had happened. And Cas was rather happy being in a relationship with Blake. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure he was doing it right.
***
“Tsk, tsk, stab me with your fiery sword or something?” He asked with amusement. “Don’t worry, Castiel, I don’t actually want your human. He’s a little skinny and...boring for my taste.”
Lucifer had enjoyed the company of men countless times, but Blake just didn’t do it for him. Let Castiel keep him. They really probably deserved each other.
“But what is dear old Dad going to say when he knows you’ve gone and corrupted yourself with the humans?”
***
He rolled his eyes at Lucifer’s words, “You know as well as I do that I do not have a fiery sword here. But I am sure I will figure something out.” He would, too, if Lucifer decided to have his way with Blake. Or, at least, try to have his way with Blake. He had a feeling Blake wouldn’t be too terribly agreeable to the proposition from Lucifer.
“Well, he would have to show his face here in order to find out, now won’t he?” Castiel wasn’t holding his breath on that happening. God wasn’t really one who seemed like he would bring himself to Madison Valley. Even if the town seemed to like to bring people here against their will, he was sure it didn’t work that way for everyone.
He paused for a moment, “What kind of pizza are you getting?” Lucifer seemed to like to eat, so why not see what the devil was having for dinner?
***
“How very sad for you,” he said. “It must break your heart not to have your flaming angel...sword.” His eye movement made the word ‘sword’ sound almost obscene. Alright, alright, there was no almost about it.
“Really? I thought you always thought that Dad was always watching. You know, that whole creepy stalker god thing.”
He didn’t care if he got struck down by a bolt of lightning. What worse could possibly be done to him than being banished to hell. Bring it on, God.
“Meat lovers. With extra olives.” He licked his lips in anticipation.
***
He eyed Lucifer for a moment, at his words. The fact that his words came across as obscene was not lost on the angel. “If that angel sword is flaming, something is very wrong.” He understood that much, at least. He may not know a lot about humans, but he knew some.
“Olives, huh?” he said, considering. He couldn’t recall if Blake liked olives. He was sure that olives were the type of food one either liked or didn’t. “What kind of meat is on a meat lovers, then?” Castiel was considering it. If Lucifer liked it, maybe Blake would as well.
***
“Well, you know, some ladies like them cold, so why not hot?” He shrugged. “After all, they do sell twilight dildos that you keep in the freezer so it’s just like having sex with a cold vampire.”
He was almost certain that Castiel really did not want to know about that, but he felt the need to share the disturbing knowledge with someone.
“Pepperoni, sausage, hamburger, bacon, ham...I don’t think they put the chicken on it. Which is fine with me, because chicken does not belong on pizza.”
***
Castiel gave Lucifer a look. It was a partially disbelieving look, really. “Twilight dildos?” he asked. “Some people are… interesting,” he decided. He was aware of what Twilight was, but he couldn’t really fathom wanting something cold to have sex with. “And people… they enjoy these cold dildos?”
Okay, so Castiel was curious. He couldn’t help himself. He rather enjoyed sex with Blake, but he wasn’t completely certain if he’d enjoy it quite so much if Blake was freezing cold.
“No chicken on pizza, got it.” He really wasn’t familiar with what was supposed to be on pizza, so he was going to have to trust Lucifer with this. Which might be a very, very bad idea.
***
Castiel hanging on Lucifer’s opinions on pizza was just too good for him to pass up. “But if you want a really good pizza, you need extra anchovies and pineapple. Those are the two best things to put on pizza, if you want to ramp up the class a little.”
He was pretty sure everyone in their right mind would find that repulsive, either because they hated anchovies or because anchovies and pineapple didn’t go together at all.
“But of course, you can get a very simple pizza if you want. Show him how little you care.”
***
Castiel wrinkled his nose at Lucifer’s suggestion. “I do not believe that Blake will approve of anchovies,” he decided. “Pineapple, perhaps. But definitely not anchovies.” He knew enough that most people didn’t like anchovies, he wasn’t that dense. Dense, sometimes, but not completely so.
“I might just stick with a meat lovers pizza. I don’t think he’s going to determine how much I care by what kind of pizza I bring him. He already knows, and he would be appreciative of pizza in general.”
Blake was usually appreciative of Castiel bringing him food. Cas liked doing nice things for the man.
***
Well, damn. That would have been fun. Couldn’t fault him for trying, anyway.
“I hope not. But you never know kids these days.” And of course, everyone here was a ‘kid these days’ to both Lucifer and Castiel, who had been around since before the first human ventured into the Garden of Eden.
“If he dumps you over it, don’t blame me.”
***
Castiel had to laugh a bit at Lucifer’s words. “He’s not going to dump me over some pizza toppings, brother,” he said with a small smile. “If he does, then it wasn’t meant to be.” Castiel had no doubt that Blake wasn’t going to dump him over a lack of anchovies. He might dump him if there were anchovies on pizza, though.
“And isn’t everyone here one of these kids these days? Except for you, of course. And maybe me.” They were both far older than anyone here in Madison Valley. Except with an exception of a few. Maybe. That was debatable.
“What are your plans for the night, besides pizza?” he asked. He had no idea what compelled him to try to be friendly, but there he was.
***
“Netflix, lube, and a box of kleenexes,” he said, without the least bit of shame. It wasn’t shameful for him to enjoy his own company sometimes, when he knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t have had the least bit of trouble picking up someone if he had wanted to. No, he was tired tonight and didn’t want to deal with humans or demons or whatever else this town wanted to throw at him.
“I’m feeling old tonight, Castiel,” he sighed.
That was probably the most serious thing he’d said in the whole conversation.
***
“Ah,” he said, after a moment. He completely understood what Lucifer was referring to, and he didn’t hold it against him in the slightest. Some days one just… needed some time alone. Castiel understood that, he preferred some time alone at times as well. He studied Lucifer for a moment, considering what the fallen angel had said next.
“I find that I feel old from time to time, too,” he responded, honestly. “I enjoy life here, in Madison Valley, but I can’t help but feel old here sometimes.”
There were so many people here, young people. Considerably younger than Castiel and Lucifer. “I am still not used to it here. The… almost stifling feeling. I am unsure of how to act, staying in one place all the time.”
***
“I suppose I’m a bit more used to that than you are,” he said calmly. “After all, I’ve been living in the human world for several years now and before that I was, you know, trapped in hell.”
Which was hardly a paradise, or a place you could have any sort of freedom.
“Enjoy what’s here, Castiel. Stop pining for what isn’t.”
That was how Lucifer had survived his life at all.
***
Castiel considered what Lucifer was saying. As much as he hated to admit it, Lucifer was right. He wouldn’t get anywhere here if he continued to pine for what wasn’t in Madison Valley. He had to enjoy what the town had to offer. He wouldn’t be completely happy here if he didn’t. Yes, he was happy here, but he supposed he could be happier.
“I suppose you’re right,” he said, after a moment. “Better make the most of it since we’re stuck here, right?” He offered him a small smile, “Besides. The Winchesters and Blake are here. I should be happy.”
He just wasn’t accustomed to not roaming around the country is all. He should be happy that he had the chance to settle down here.
***
“Pining will just make you miserable.” Hell, he knew about that. He didn’t even want to admit to how long he’d pined for the Silver City after being cast into hell. Eons. Eventually he realized he could never go home, which made him a bit bitter and into the fallen angel everyone knew and hated.
“Have you met the Detective, then?”
He wasn’t going to ask outright what he thought of her, but honestly he kind of wanted to know.”
***
“I do not particularly want to spend my time here pining. It just would make more miserable than I need to be. And no one wants to be miserable, at least not all the time.” Especially not Castiel. He tried to be happy, most of the time. Though sometimes it was harder than others. But at least he tried. And that was something.
“The Detective?” he asked. “Trixie’s mother. Chloe?” He had met Chloe. Through Trixie, and through Lucifer. “Yes, I have.”
He arched an eyebrow at Lucifer, “She’s from your world, isn’t she? How do you like her?”
***
Lucifer liked to feel sorry for himself. But he also liked to be happy. It was a weird juxtaposition that only he could get perfectly right.
“Yes, Chloe,” he said, although he only very rarely used the Detective’s name. It just didn’t seem respectful, and she was important and meant something to him.
“And yes, she is from my world. She’s my partner, of sorts. We work together with the LAPD. I...like her well enough.”
A lot better than well enough but talking about his feelings would never not be awkward for him.
***
Castiel studied Lucifer for a moment, trying to determine exactly how he felt about Chloe Decker. It was hard for Cas to determine this, because he wasn’t completely accustomed to these sorts of things. “Well enough, huh?” he asked. “Then why is Trixie convinced you need to be with Detective Decker?”
Kids were usually good at determining people’s feelings for each other. They picked up easily on that sort of thing. And Castiel found that he trusted kids with that.
“You don’t have to tell me. But if you like Detective Decker, maybe you should let her know.”
***
“Because she is a child, and while she’s better than most I’ve met, she can still be annoying at times. She has it in her head, but that doesn’t mean it’s wise or even true.”
He frowned at his brother, then looked away.
“I don’t know. What if she doesn’t like me?”
It was one of the most vulnerable comments Lucifer had made in a very long time.
***
Castiel remained quiet for a moment, he was unaccustomed to Lucifer allowing himself to be this vulnerable. It didn’t seem like Lucifer at all, at least… not the Lucifer that he presented himself to be. Cas offered his brother a small, hopefully reassuring smile.
“Lucifer,” he said softly. “You really like her, don’t you?” Because that was the only logical explanation that he could think of. Why else would his brother be so concerned about whether or not she liked him?
“She’s let you into her life, Lucifer. She’s let you into Trixie’s life. That has to mean something, doesn’t it?” He had a feeling that Chloe wouldn’t be so open to allowing Lucifer into hers and Trixie’s lives if she didn’t have some sort of feelings for him.
***
Lucifer wasn’t going to answer that question. He’d made himself vulnerable enough to his brother, and while he doubted Castiel would take advantage of him for it, he wasn’t going take that chance.
“She knows what I am,” he said. That obviously made him uncomfortable. He wasn’t going to say the things in his heart, or articulate to Castiel his feelings about being unlovable and unworthy of loving. But those things were there, and part of what was holding him back now that he knew. Sex was one thing. Love was quite another.
***
He shrugged a bit at Lucifer’s statement. “Okay, so you’re… well, you’re Lucifer. But you’re not all that bad, not really. And yes, she might know what you are. But she’s still stuck around, hasn’t she?” He sighed softly, and looked toward his brother briefly.
“Lucifer…” he started, sighing once more. “You wouldn’t be so concerned about her knowing who -- or what -- you are, if you didn’t have some sort of feelings for her. And you’re never going to know if she feels the same way for you if you don’t go for it.”
And no, Castiel wasn’t going to take advantage of the knowledge of Lucifer’s feelings for Chloe Decker. He wasn’t like it.
****
Lucifer scowled a little. He knew all these things. Amenadiel had told him all of them, and he knew that he was right. Castiel was right, too. But he’d never worried about getting rejected before because it had never really mattered to him if he had. But if Chloe rejected him...well, that was something else entirely. And might be absolutely devastating to him.
But he didn’t want to talk about it. Talking about his feelings like this, his vulnerabilities, was not something he liked to do.
“Anyway, I think my pizza’s ready,” he said, changing the subject abruptly.
***
Castiel was able to take a hint when one was given. Not often, but this time? He could tell that Lucifer didn’t want to talk about Chloe anymore. Or his feelings for Chloe. So Cas allowed the change of subject, not wanting to push Lucifer into talking about something he didn’t want to discuss. He understood that his brother wasn’t accustomed to allowing himself to be vulnerable, and he was actually impressed that he had discussed this much with him.
He nodded at Lucifer’s words, “I suppose I should order my pizza and go home as well.” He had spent longer at Jendry’s than he had planned, so it was likely time to head home. Blake may have already eaten after this long.
***
“Yes, you should,” he said simply, taking his pizza and paying for it with a twenty dollar bill. “And if Blake dumps you over the lack of anchovies, don’t blame me.”
He wouldn’t, of course, but he would make one last ditch effort to screw things up before he headed out the door, shaking his head slightly as he did.
He hoped Castiel wouldn’t spread around what he’d told him. Not that anyone would believe it anyway.
***
Castiel smiled slightly at Lucifer’s words. He knew that Blake wasn’t going to dump him because of the lack of anchovies, so he was slightly amused at his brother’s words. Because that was just like Lucifer, trying to have the last word. He stepped toward the counter, and placed his order for an anchovy free pizza.
And no, Castiel wasn’t going to spread around what he had been told. That wasn’t how he was. If Lucifer didn’t want Chloe to know how he felt, then it wasn’t his place to tell her. Lucifer could tell her when he saw fit.