Who: Samandriel + Lucifer Morningstar What: Sass Master Samandriel When: 9/28 Soon after this thread Where: Lucifer’s Rating: Low, a couple kisses but nothing more. Status: Complete
Somedays it was just nice to leave Lux. It wasn't that Lucifer didn't love his bar, or his job -- it was just that sometimes there were customers that were complete pains in the ass. Like Balthazar. Who Lucifer kind of loved to hate. On the plus side the Englishman really did rack up a ridiculous bill on his visits.
On the negative side, he was catty, snide and constantly liked reminding people of the fact.
They were driving home, he and Samandriel (sometimes, even with Angel Teleportation on Samandriel's part, driving was just a thing Lucifer really liked doing.), and he glanced over at his boyfriend in the passenger seat. "Well. I suppose you heard all of that, then."
Samandriel laughed softly to himself, ridiculously amused by the conversation he’d listened in on. “Of course I did.” He smirked over at Lucifer. “So you and Balthazar, huh?”
Lucifer offered Samandriel a frown before looking back at the road. "Oh, it's hardly that surprising is it? He's obnoxious enough where the only way to get him to shut up is by sleeping with him. Anyway, it isn't as if I'd known you, yet." Balthazar really did manage frazzling Lucifer's nerves some, and it was clearly obvious.
Samandriel rolled his eyes. “I’m not offended,” he chuckled. “Balthazar will be Balthazar and he was checking you out far more than me.” He reached over to rest his hand on Lucifer’s leg. “Some people never change.”
Lucifer blinked at that before squinting at the road and then covering Samandriel's hand with one of his own. "Do you watch Dr. Sexy then? I've never seen it, but I've always imagined Balth can't really act. I suppose he just plays himself, then."
“Do I watch what?” Samandriel asked, frowning deeply while he stared at Lucifer.
"Dr--" Lucifer paused, took the off ramp of the freeway. No. Clearly Samandriel seemed offended by the very idea of watching bad television -- and while Lucifer was silently proud of that, it certainly made things more confusing. "How do you know him?"
Samandriel sighed heavily and looked away, shaking his head. He’d almost forgotten that Lucifer hadn’t begun dreaming yet, and that probably had something to do with the completely calm way he seemed to accept all the changes Dreaming brought on. “He’s our brother.”
If Lucifer could have it his way, he'd never start dreaming. It wasn't like he didn't know what would be coming what with all that Lucifer is the devil stuff. It would hardly be a delight.
"What?" It was said flatly, hardly really a question. "Oh. Of course he is. I realize there are probably a lot of angels, but this is getting ridiculous, Sam." Not that it was Samandriel's fault, but really now.
Samandriel looked a little wide-eyed at Lucifer. “What do you expect me to do about it?” he asked meekly. “I mean if it’s any consolation, he doesn’t seem to know what he is at all. He’s all dim. Spiritually, I mean. He has the potential for so much more, but it’s still all locked away.”
Licking his lips, Lucifer turned into the gated entrance by their house. "I wasn't -- I wasn't saying you had to do anything about it, and I certainly wasn't blaming you. It just seems like a tremendously strange coincidence, doesn't it? Or not one at all." But it was a bit of a relief that Balthazar didn't know yet. He was insufferable now already, Lucifer hardly wanted to imagine the man with divine powers.
Samandriel shrugged. “Says the man who has a brother named Michael that he never told me about,” he pointed out, but rather than sit in the car, Samandriel took himself into their room to start getting changed out of his work clothes.
Lucifer made a face at that, and it was without a doubt borderline childish. He leaned against the frame of the adjoining bathroom door. "Michael isn't worth knowing about," came his near-petulant response. "You wouldn't like him."
Samandriel was busy brushing his teeth when Lucifer came in. He rinsed out his mouth and wiped off the corners of his mouth. “My family isn’t worth knowing about. You wouldn’t like them. You know them anyway, or at least about them,” Samandriel pointed out.
Resisting the further urge to frown, Lucifer crossed his arms and regarded Samandriel's reflection in the bathroom mirror. "That's a bit different," he said after a moment. And while it was true, he was also aware that it was sort of unfair. So he sighed. "I have a brother. His name is Michael. We don't get along very well. We run in similar social and economic circles, and occasionally he stops by Lux. Very occasionally."
Samandriel set the cloth down and moved towards Lucifer, arms slipping over his shoulders while he stood there in his boxers. “Does he know about me?” It was a fair question, though Samandriel wasn’t going to try to gauge his own importance based on whether or not Lucifer’s brother knew of him. It was easier to soften that question by kissing his boyfriend after he asked it.
Even that kiss didn't make Lucifer feel less guilty about his upcoming answer. Settling his hands on his boyfriend's waist, he took one more kiss and then shook his head, slow. "No. I haven't spoken to him since well before we met. It isn't that I'm not proud of you, you know that right? It's that my brother is insufferable."
“I know,” Samandriel replied, stealing a third kiss from his boyfriend. “I just...don’t like when it feels like you’re hiding things from me.” He pulled back and cupped Lucifer’s face before reaching up to smooth his thumb over one of his eyebrows. His brow ridge and forehead were perfect. Balthazar clearly lacked in any taste.
"I wasn't hiding it," Lucifer said, tilting his head into the touch just a little. "It just never came up, that's all. I honestly don't even think of him very often." He took Samandriel's hand into his own, leading him out of the bedroom, because tea would be nice.
"He's the only blood family member I have left," he said after a beat. "There's no one else to know about that you don't already know personally." Particularly since Samandriel had introduced him to his new family.
“There’s you,” Samandriel said softly, pulling Lucifer back into the bedroom. “And it’s late and if you have tea now you’re just going to be twitchy for a while. You need your rest.”
Allowing himself to be lead back into the bedroom, Lucifer only gave an indulgent little sigh before loosening his tie with his free hand. "You can always ask, if you're curious. About anything." If he kept talking, it would mean he wasn't completely accepting that his seventeen year old boyfriend had just told him to go to bed.
“Yeah, but how can I be curious about things if I don’t even know that they’re there to be curious about?” Samandriel pointed out playfully. “You’ll tell me in your own time, when you’re ready. I figure if there’s something I need to know, I’ll know it.” He settled Lucifer back in the room and started helping him out of his suit.
Free of his suit jacket, Lucifer fiddled with the buttons on his shirt and only offered Samandriel a raised brow. "I don't know how you manage to be difficult and fully accepting at the same time," he told the younger man rather honestly. It seemed like a strange mashup as far as personality traits were concerned.
Samandriel shoo’d Lucifer’s hands away so he could finish the task of undressing what was his himself. “I will happily remain that kind of mystery for as long as you’ll have me then,” he said. He’d already gotten his daily proposal out of the way first thing in the morning, hoping to catch Lucifer off guard after a series of yes answered questions before he’d woken up fully. It hadn’t worked.
He walked to go hang the shirt up, fully content to allow Lucifer to take care of his own pants and boxers.
While that daily marriage proposal was always endearing and amusing at the same time, Lucifer had to admit he was getting a little nervous about it -- Samandriel tended to ask at the strangest times, and before long Lucifer was going to have to plan out waking up at some absurd time of the morning just to get to it before Samandriel did. Somehow he did not picture 3:15am to be very romantic.
He slipped out of his socks and then his pants right after, tossing them into the hamper as he went. "Forever is a very long time to maintain mystery."
Samandriel turned the lights off with a thought and drew Lucifer close to him for a kiss. “But forever is a good place to start.”
"I can't argue with that," Lucifer agreed, quietly amused even as his fingers found Samandriel's waist in the dark -- just as easily as lips found lips.
“Good,” Samandriel said, smiling against those lips, “Now I’m going to need you to show me exactly how you managed to destroy a twenty thousand dollar suit.” Just because Samandriel didn’t care much about designer things didn’t mean that he wasn’t aware or that Balthazar hadn’t been thinking prices really, really loudly.
"It involves a bit more spite than I could probably manage with you," Lucifer said, laughing and not sounding all that sorry at all about it (because he hadn't been). "But I'll see what I can do." And then he was tugging the younger man up and around on the bed.