September 13, 2021 - Sebastian/Lucifer - first night as married men

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Sebastian settled gratefully into bed with Lucifer, their first night as married men. Well, married to each other, anyhow. Lucifer had been married before— another marriage of convenience, another Vegas wedding. It didn't matter to Bash. He was just happy to have someone to cuddle up with, regardless of what their friends thought.

They thought he didn't understand commitment. He had devoted his entire life to a man he'd met when they were seven years old— what could be more committed than that? But whenever he showed any sort of affection towards Trent, the others fussed at him, which put Trent in the awkward position of being caught between their opinions and his real feelings. Sebastian knew that, as reluctant as he may be to admit to it in front of his controlling girlfriend, Trent did have feelings for him. He couldn't possibly be as innocent as he acted, and he only discouraged Bash's attentions when Rebecca was around to put up a fuss. He had even said, earlier this very day, that he would have married Bash if Bash had proposed to him before Rebecca had come round and accepted him.

But Rebecca had, for whatever reason, decided to finally try on the last man in LA County who would have her. Maybe she was bored and lonely. Maybe she truly had realized just how badly she had taken Trent and his attentions for granted before. And of course Trent, being so sweet-natured and forgiving, went running into her arms the second she beckoned him.

Bash was grateful to Lucifer for stepping in and writing his own name on the marriage license paperwork. He'd been humiliated when Trent had protested against Bash writing Trent's name in. It was that piercing, stinging, hot-poker-through-the-chest feeling he was so intimately acquainted with. He had tried to ignore it and be a good friend whenever Trent needed it. He hated, absolutely hated, when Trent's friends rubbed in his face that he was being rejected. He missed his drugs. They had kept the hot poker at bay. But he had quit cold turkey, made a promise to himself when Trent had hired him.

He was committed to that promise.

Lucifer had been so kind to him. Held him, soothed him, fed him, even slept with him. Now he had decided to step up and marry him, just so he wouldn't have to face the humiliation of coming back from the county clerk's office empty and empty-handed.

Nathaniel had snarked that they made a good match because one of them was the literal devil and the other was Sebastian. Bash admitted to himself that this was an accurate assessment. He'd seen Lucifer's devil face once or twice, and then requested to see his full devil form as they made love one night. More than just accepting it, Bash embraced that visage, kissed Lucifer, told him how beautiful he was, both as an angel and the devil.

It was so comforting, such a nice change, to snuggle up in bed with someone and not have to worry about where and where not to touch him. To shower together and not have to worry about where his hands or his eyes may linger. To be held close and kissed and made love to.

Lucifer was an easy-going man, up for nearly anything, and being with someone with the inherent ability to draw out desire was, in a word, astounding. Sebastian had some interesting kinks, some of which had developed from a deep-seated need to be punished for everything he was, and Lucifer had obliged him in some things and denied him others, denied him the things that would hurt more than help. It was the most intimate, romantic way Bash would have thought of to consummate a marriage.

Of course, he wasn't an idiot. He knew Lucifer had married him to bring some semblance of harmony to their group. Even if they had an open marriage, Sebastian Morningstar presented far less of a threat to Trent, in Rebecca's eyes, than Sebastian Freedman. Bash had also mellowed out significantly since this morning, now that he had someone to be with for as long as he needed. That was what Lucifer had promised him: as long as Sebastian needed.

Bash didn't know what Lucifer got out of it. Maybe he was lonely too. Maybe he just wanted someone to warm his bed and Bash was a convenient choice. Of course, so was Cat. Neither of them had any problem sleeping with her, simultaneously or otherwise. But Bash didn't suspect she was too long for this world, what with an escalating brain tumor. He didn't think either of them would see her again after she died; surely a girl as sweet and carefree as she was couldn't be Hell-bound.

He, on the other hand, knew exactly where he was headed. Their relationship wouldn't be "till death do us part," for death would not part them. He had no illusions of ruling Hell alongside his husband, nor any such ambition. He merely wanted someone to have and to hold, and Lucifer seemed to be the only person truly willing and able to do so.

They lay on their sides now, facing each other. Bash ran his fingers through Lucifer's short, dark hair.

"You really are so beautiful," he murmured, for perhaps the hundredth time since they'd started sleeping together. It wasn't flirtatious, merely the truth.

Lucifer smiled at him, that sweet, charming smile of his, and mirrored his action, running a strong hand through Sebastian's short, curly blond hair. They nestled closer together and Bash hitched his leg up on Lucifer's hip.

"Make love to me again," he beseeched, his teal eyes reflecting the quieted, but still prodigious, torment within. He dimly thought he might be on the road to becoming a sex addict, but it didn't bother him. If anyone could pound every last bitter pang of being unwanted out of him, it was Lucifer.

Lucifer obliged him. He was fun, this needy plaything, and being desperate for validation and acceptance was hardly unknown to Lucifer. Perhaps he, too, desired love. Besides, Sebastian was naturally talented in bed, and as generous a lover as he himself was. Being with him was simply a pleasure.