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Adam flew down to Lucifer’s balcony. The Devil wasn’t wearing leather bondage gear or red lingerie this time, and had instead opted for an oversized pale purple pullover over black leggings. Adam pulled his helmet off and smiled at Lucifer. He didn’t return it and Adam’s smile dropped off his face. Lucifer opened the door and let him inside. They walked over to the bed and Lucifer collapsed onto it. Adam sat down on the bed.

“Lu, you good?” He asked. Lucifer didn’t give him a response. Adam carefully moved him into a seated position. Dark purple bags were under his eyes. “I’m taking that as a no,”

“What? Nah, ‘m fine,” Lucifer mumbled. Adam raised a brow. “Whatever, just talk or something,”

“Uh, okay. Well, I had a recent encounter that went terribly ,” Adam sighed dramatically. “She kept complaining that I didn’t give her what she wanted. Like, you’re fucking the Adam, don’t fucking complain! You got it good, don’t bitch to me about it!”

“You aren’t terribly good at giving sexual enjoyment,” Lucifer admitted. “You get plenty, but you’ve never given anyone else that same pleasure. Eve never orgasmed before coming to Hell,”

“Girls can do that?” Adam stared at Lucifer dumbfounded. Lucifer returned the look. “I didn’t realize that was a thing!”

“So what, you think people with vaginas just do it for people with penises’ pleasure?” Lucifer scoffed.

“I mean, I figured getting your partner off was what they enjoyed,” Adam explained. “And, sure, I know they get some physical pleasure, but I thought there was an emotional component there,”

“Sure, that’s part of it. I have an idea, if you wanna try something,” Lucifer brushed Adam’s hair out of his face.

“Uh, what are we talkin’ about here?” Adam asked, somewhat nervous.

“Do you want to experience what happens with a vagina? I can give you one with my powers, so you can better understand,” Lucifer explained. Adam flushed yellow.

“I-uh,” he stammered. “You know what? Fuck it, give me lady bits,” Adam grinned. Lucifer frowned.

“Don’t… don’t call them that. Makes me feel weird,” he explained.

“Oh, sorry, man. But yeah, I’ll give it a shot,” Adam smiled sympathetically. Apparently Lucifer had more issues about this kind of thing than he’d initially thought. He always acted so blase about it that Adam figured he didn’t have any insecurities around it. But of course he did. 

His thought process was cut off by the feeling of his body rearranging itself. Suddenly he was very wet. An odd pressure, almost throbbing, buzzed in his lower stomach. He shifted his hips at the odd sensation, and the way he couldn’t feel his dick rubbing against the cloth of his boxers. It rubbed at the wetness and caused shocks to go through him, warmth and pleasure blooming. Adam moaned at the new sensations.

“F-fuck, that’s weird,” he mumbled. Lucifer stared at him with lidded eyes. “It’s… very wet,”

“Do you wanna keep rutting against your boxers or do you want to feel the full scope of it?” Lucifer asked with a smirk. That made the warmth in Adam’s stomach grow, causing buzzing in the changed flesh.

“Oh, fuck, yes please Luci. Fuck, is it always this wet?” Adam groaned.

“No, you’re very turned on right now. Which isn’t my doing by the way. I guess you’re better at handling it with a dick,”

“No fucking kidding! I’ve had a dick for 10,000 years man! Hurry up!”

“Ah ah!” Lucifer scolded, slowly removing his shirt, stirring the heat in Adam’s gut more. “Ask nicely,”

“Please! Please fuck me Lucifer!” Adam begged, control slipping with the way Lucifer was teasing. Lucifer grinned and snapped his fingers, making both of them naked. Adam was pushed into a lying position as Lucifer settled between his legs.

“Ready?” He asked, making sure. Adam nodded, unable to form words. Lucifer took his cue to carefully lick the sopping hole. Adam screamed .

“Holy fucking shit,” he groaned. “F-fuck, that feels good,”

“I fucking know, that’s why I did it,” Lucifer replied smugly.

“Quit being smug and eat me out!” Adam yelled in frustration. Lucifer pulled away. Adam groaned angrily.

“What’d I say about being nice?” He taunted.

“Please!” Adam asked.

“Be more specific,”

“Please eat me out!” Adam cried. Lucifer went back to it full force after that, long thin snake tongue prodding at the sensitive flesh, not yet going inside. Adam was going to ask why when he hit a hard ball of flesh at the top and Adam felt another wave of pleasure, causing him to scream again. Then Lucifer went inside, using the length of his tongue to rub at his clit while exploring his insides. Adam’s voice broke and he just silently cried through the pleasure. Expertly, Lucifer prodded at the sweet spots with his tongue, and finally Adam orgasmed. And fuck he’d been holding out on those girls. This was bliss . He’d get kicked out of Heaven for this. His entire body twitched and throbbed as Lucifer retracted and wiped his face with his left forearm, clearly proud of himself. After a minute, Adam sat up. “Now I feel like an asshole,” he admitted.

“I mean, don’t feel too bad, you didn’t know. It’s sadly not super common knowledge,”

“I knew the clit was a thing, but I figured that was about it. That was fucking insane,” Adam panted, eyes sliding shut. Lucifer reached for his sweater, but Adam tackled him first. “Hey! You don’t get to do that and now I just leave you hanging!”

“Huh? You have no experience. Besides, that was fun but I’m not super- ooh ,” Lucifer moaned as Adam dragged a finger down his wet folds, high pitched and shocked. Adam returned the favour and pushed him down onto the bed. Lucifer’s eyes were wide as Adam spread his legs. He stared at the hole.

“Wait, your pussy is golden. That’s fucking crazy. All the Saints I’ve fucked still had pink ones,”

“Yeah, I’m Heavenborn. Saints keep all that stuff because it can be a bit of a shock. Your nipples are still pink after allll ,” Lucifer was cut off as Adam experimentally licked. It was thick and tasted sweet, with a faint salty undertone. More fluid leaked from Lucifer’s cunt. A faint heat came off his skin, like a warm aura. “Give a guy some warning. I’d rather not accidentally set the sheets on fire !” Lucifer moaned again as Adam licked again, tongue searching for that little ball of flesh that had set him off earlier. The squeaks and moans made Adam incredibly happy. He did notice the heat increasing, but kept working, and it went down again. Adam’s tongue wasn’t thin and snake-like the same way Lucifer’s was, and he had no idea what he was doing, but he made do, and Lucifer’s noises of pleasure indicated he was doing it correctly. It took a lot longer for Lucifer to orgasm, Adam assumed his lack of experience being to blame. He drew back as the Fallen shook and gasped. Lucifer sat up with glassy eyes, but his head dropped down.

“Lu, Lucifer!” Adam panicked, grabbing Lucifer’s shoulders. He got a soft groan in response. Adam felt his flesh once again changing shape. “Hey! Are you okay?”

“Dizzy,” Lucifer mumbled. Adam snapped his fingers to replace their clothes, and let Lucifer drop onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, shit, did I do something?” Adam asked. Hot breath made his shirt sleeve slightly wet.

“Tired,”

“You’re tired? Fuck man, we barely did anything,” Lucifer seemed to take offence to that and sat himself up.

“Fucking excuse me? I- I- I’ve b-been maintaining a shapeshift, and th-then I shifted y-your body, and then orgasmed while doing that! Th-that’s energy intens- ten- ten- fuck, it takes a lot of energy!”

“I mean, it took me a little out of it but-”

“Shut the fuck up. I have a kid I take care of, and I- my body is actively providin’ for her, pl-plus ev-ver-r-r-ry- hah- every- agh- all the st-stuff I gotta take care of,” Lucifer’s sentences were quickly losing stability. “Ow,”

“What do you mean ‘ow’?!” Adam asked. Lucifer slumped forward again, not giving him a response. He was shuddering slightly. Adam noticed slick sweat on the back of his neck. “Lu?”

“I hate existing,” Lucifer mumbled. Adam’s heart stopped for a second. Suddenly, fists were slamming weakly into Adam’s chest. “I hate it, I hate it, hate it !” Lucifer cried, hot tears adding to the dampness on his shoulder. “It’s all too much! I hate all of it!” He sobbed. 

Adam was at a loss. He’d never seen something like this happen before. Cain had cried into his shirt before, begging him to make the world less overwhelming, but this was different. Lucifer was just sobbing and punching him and making more claims about how he was wrong for existing and how this was proof. Adam wasn’t sure if he was able to get through to him in this state. Should he maybe call one of Lucifer’s friends? Would they know what to do? Would they trust him? Lucifer clearly needed someone there who knew what they were doing, but Adam didn’t know if he could get that person. 

Lucifer fell asleep while he was still frozen in confusion. Adam leaned him back onto the pillow and tossed a blanket over him. His eyes caught on a small stuffed duck jammed partially under the pillows. He grabbed it and placed it in Lucifer’s arms. The smaller man immediately grabbed it and pressed it to his chest, calming instantly. Adam brushed a hand through his blonde hair, which was longer than it had been before, another shapeshift Lucifer maintained near constantly. It went down to his shoulders like this, and the length showed off slight curls. Adam wished Lucifer would show off more of himself, like this, but it also felt special, something only Adam was getting to see.

He nearly fell off the bed when Lucifer’s wings came out suddenly, smacking him in the face as he wrapped them around himself. Adam hadn’t actually seen Lucifer’s wings in person. He’d seen footage of him with them when he was younger and they were golden, flying around Eden, and he had briefly seen them when Lucifer met them, but after his Fall, Lucifer kept his wings hidden. The only reason they knew he still had them was because he’d told them. Carefully, Adam picked up one of the large limbs and examined it. It was the smallest of the three Adam could grab, his highest set. The feathers were almost completely pearly white, but the underside of the wing had bright crimson feathers, in the same place Adam had seen Lucifer’s golden feathers when he was younger. Like all of his siblings, other than Azrael, they were bi-coloured. Adam had never seen that pattern outside of the Archangel siblings. Even Jesus had solid golden wings like him. Lucifer’s wings were also massive . Larger than any wings Adam had seen before. Which explained the shagginess and the way they clearly needed a proper preening. Adam’s heart panged when he realized Lucifer would be doing it almost entirely solo, no other Angels to do it with him. Maybe his siblings could help, but it wasn’t the same. 

Images of a young Lucifer, terrified and sitting on this same bed, desperately trying to preen his massive wings by himself flashed through Adam’s head. He didn’t even realize that he was preening the wings absentmindedly. Even the smallest of them were bigger than Adam’s. How much had Lucifer had to go through alone, that he’d had help with? 

He knew Lucifer experienced a menstruation cycle, and that Lilith didn’t. He could hardly imagine Lilith being there for him when it happened. Lucifer had still been a child when it would’ve started, probably scaring the shit out of him. At this point Adam was going to make a list of all the shit Lucifer would’ve had to put up with alone or with Lilith’s version of ‘support’ which was falsely gentle touches to convince you that she still loved you. Adam had deserved that, he knew, but Lucifer certainly didn’t. 

His breath caught in his throat when he found a crooked segment of wing. As he searched more, he realized his wings were all slightly bent in odd ways, as if they’d been broken and healed incorrectly. Adam actually cried upon the revelation, waking Lucifer up. He jerked away from Adam, wings disappearing.

“Don’t fucking touch my wings!” He pushed Adam away in a panic, scrabbling backwards. His breath was in short quick bursts.

“Lucifer, I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want it to turn out like that!” Lucifer cried, eyes glazed over. “I-I- please- please Michael, no!”

“Lucifer! You aren’t there!” Adam reached out to grab him, but he flinched back and fell backwards onto the bed.

“I’m sorry! I’ll do anything,” Lucifer sobbed. “J-just don’t- please!”

“I’m not Michael!” Adam tried. Lucifer just cried, arms shielding his face protectively.

“Not my wings! Please!”

“I’m sorry I touched your wings, I didn’t think-”

“Michael, Michael, Mike! Stop!” Lucifer sobbed, begging his brother that wasn’t there to not sever his wings. Adam stood up and walked away from the bed, hoping the lack of someone looming over him would bring Lucifer back to reality. That seemed to work. Lucifer sat up quickly and grabbed the blanket that had once been covering him and gripping it to his chest along with the stuffed duck. His eyes were glassy and he looked even more tired with tear stained cheeks and messy hair.

“Lucifer, I’m really-”

“Save it,” Lucifer spat, but it lacked any malice. He shoved his face into the duck and sobbed, legs curling against his chest. Adam silently joined him on the bed. Despite what he’d done, Lucifer leaned against him. “Why?”

“Your wings were out, and they needed preening so I just… started doing it without thinking,” Adam explained. “I know it doesn’t excuse it, but I really just wanted to help,” Lucifer hummed in approval. “They’re massive, seems like they’d be a pain in the ass,”

“I don’t like flying anymore,” Lucifer whispered. “I think my Dad is purposefully making me think about something bad happening when I fly. I don’t know though, I might be making that up,”

“I can’t speak for your Dad, but I think that’s just trauma. Mike cut off your wings, you hit a tree and ran into Lilith causing everything to go down, your wings look like they’ve been broken more than a few times, of course you think of bad things when flying,” Adam sighed. “Which is sad, because flying is awesome,” Lucifer laughed at his comment. 

“How’re they doing?” Lucifer asked. “My siblings. They don’t talk to me. I know Gabriel can get messages to me but he doesn’t so they- they must hate me,”

“I- don’t know. They don’t talk about you, and no one really sees Michael all that much,” Adam admitted. Lucifer nodded. “But I’m sure they don’t actually hate you. Honestly, I can’t imagine why anyone who knows you could hate you. You’ve tried pretty damn hard to make me hate you and look where that’s gotten us,” Adam laughed. Lucifer didn’t return it. Instead, he pulled away from Adam and stood up. Adam watched dumbfounded as he left the room. 

He did it again. He’d had a little more success this time around, but ultimately, Lucifer had clammed up and he’d ruined his shot. Had it been the sibling conversation? The part about Adam not hating him? Lucifer was like some confusing puzzle lock that he got closer to understanding before a curveball got thrown his way and he had to wait a year to have another shot. Part of Adam wanted to be frustrated with Lucifer for being so difficult, but he was the one prying. He sighed and decided to go find him. 

Lucifer was sitting in the kitchen with a book and a cup of tea. When he saw Adam walk in, he summoned another cup for him. It was exactly how he liked it. Despite everything, Lucifer might know him better than anyone. Lucifer was a constant in his life, and death, that no one else was.

“Is this gay?” He asked. Lucifer looked up from his book with an unimpressed look.

“Adam, if you were worried about that, you wouldn’t have let me give you a pussy,” he scoffed.

“So it is gay?”

“Yes! We’re both guys and just ate each other out, it’s so fucking gay I can’t even- fuck, why are you so annoying?!” Lucifer groaned and flipped the page of his book. That stung, even if he deserved it.

“Gee, tell me how you really feel,” Adam mumbled into his teacup. Lucifer ignored him. He definitely heard Adam though, with how he huffed as he turned another page. “Y’know, you’re annoying too. Like, I’m trying to help you here and you keep shutting me out!”

“I didn’t ask for your help, Adam,” Lucifer sighed and closed his book with a thud. “You’re being incredibly invasive, but I’m so sorry that you feel bad that I don’t want to have a therapy session with you. Do you really have nothing better to do with your time?”

“I do, but I like spending time with you, okay?! Is that a crime?” Adam slammed his fist on the table. “You’re fun, and you know me, unlike a lot of people. And it pisses me off that everyone has made you out to be the bad guy. And if they don’t do that, they treat you like a wet rag that they can use and then get rid of! I just… I wanna be the person that doesn’t do that. I know I have a lot of work to do, and that I’ve done terrible things, but I want to support you, okay!?”

“It’s a waste of your time. For all you know, this is some masterful manipulation plan,” Lucifer stirred his tea, a shadow covering his eyes.

“What would even be the point of that!?”

“Telling you would go against that principle,” Lucifer pointed out.

“Ugh, you’re so fucking annoying. Quit being cryptic!”

“Your life is good Adam. Don’t ruin it by associating with me,” he sighed and drained his teacup. Lucifer stood up and walked over to the sink to clean it. 

“I wish I could understand you,” Adam muttered. 

He complained the rest of the time. About completely random shit, his bandmates, the way Sera was, really just whatever. It was hard because no matter how much he complained, Adam’s life was good, like Lucifer had said. Lucifer once again gave noncommittal answers. They were really forming quite the depressing pattern at this point. 

They did still have eternity though.