Lucifer was rarely caught off guard.
But waking up to Matt Murdock sprawled on top of him, naked, warm and entirely unconcerned, was enough to give even the Devil himself pause.
The room was dimly lit, a soft orange glow from a streetlamp outside spilling through the curtains, casting shadows across Matt's bare skin, the slow rise and fall of his chest steady, content.
Lucifer exhaled quietly, shifting just slightly—
Only for Matt to stir, letting out a sleepy, barely conscious noise as he lifted his head just enough to mumble, "Mmh… what's wrong?"
Lucifer huffed softly, amused despite himself, settling back against the pillow.
"There's some otherworldly portal opening and throwing someone out," he muttered, half-distracted, golden eyes flickering toward something unseen. "Somewhere in Mexico."
Matt let out a deep yawn, his fingers lazily tracing circles against Lucifer's ribs.
"…That bad?" he mumbled, voice thick with exhaustion.
Lucifer hummed. "Nothing important. Can wait until tomorrow."
Matt nodded sleepily, apparently accepting this answer without question, and burrowed himself further against Lucifer's chest.
Lucifer blinked down at him.
The sheer trust in the action was almost baffling.
Almost.
Matt's breathing evened out again within seconds, his body completely relaxed, utterly unbothered by the knowledge that some otherworldly force had just breached reality.
Lucifer let out a quiet, amused scoff.
"You truly are something else, Matt," he murmured, fingers idly brushing through the not-yet-lawyer's tousled hair.
Matt made a small, content noise in response but didn't wake.
Lucifer smirked, shaking his head slightly, before turning his attention back to the disturbance.
His senses stretched outward, brushing against the place where reality had been pushed, twisted—a forced entry rather than an opening.
Something—or rather, someone—had been cast onto Earth.
Stripped of power, stripped of something vital.
Not completely helpless, no—they still carried strength, still held weight in the fabric of reality.
But compared to what they had once been?
They were dimmed.
Fascinating.
Lucifer considered investigating now.
But then Matt shifted slightly, his hand curling against Lucifer's chest, his warmth seeping into Lucifer's skin.
And suddenly, the idea of moving felt far less appealing. He always preferred cuddling with his lovers, after all.
Lucifer sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes at his own decision.
"Very well," he muttered, closing his eyes, his grip tightening just slightly around Matt's waist.
If he still remembered tomorrow, he'd deal with it then.
For now, he'd let himself rest.
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Matt woke to the gentle sensation of fingers combing through his hair.
Warm. Steady. Surprisingly careful.
He exhaled softly, letting himself wake up slowly, feeling the weight of Lucifer's arm around him, the solid warmth of his chest beneath his cheek.
It was… nice.
Lucifer, noticing his stirring, let out a pleased hum, his fingers continuing their lazy, absentminded exploration of Matt's curls.
"Good morning, darling," he murmured, voice rich and unhurried.
Matt made a low, grumbly noise in response, still half-asleep.
Lucifer chuckled.
Matt finally shifted, lifting his head slightly, voice still thick with sleep.
"What time is it?"
Lucifer barely glanced toward the window before smirking down at him.
"Still early," he said smoothly, settling back into the pillows, clearly perfectly content to laze around for a while longer. Matt hummed, considering it for half a second. Then shook his head, stretching his arms over his head with a low, satisfied groan.
And immediately winced.
Lucifer arched a brow, amused.
"Ah," he mused, golden eyes glinting knowingly, "there it is."
Matt shot him a mild glare, but it lacked any real heat.
Lucifer grinned, shifting slightly, letting his fingers trail over Matt's spine, then lower, pressing warmly against his backside.
"Forgive me, dear," Lucifer said smoothly, massaging gentle circles into the skin. "I did forget that you weren't used to using this entrance for sex."
Matt exhaled slowly, relaxing slightly under the touch as the ache began to fade away, replaced by a slow, tingling warmth.
Lucifer's power worked effortlessly, numbing the soreness, easing the stiffness, soothing where he had pushed Matt's limits the night before.
Matt let out a quiet, content sigh, shifting under Lucifer's hands.
"Thanks," he murmured.
Lucifer smirked. "Oh, don't thank me yet, dear," he teased, his fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary. "I could always make you sore again."
Matt huffed a small laugh, shifting slightly, testing the lack of pain.
He tilted his head, voice thoughtful, teasing.
"Y'know," he murmured, "if I always had someone to heal me, I wouldn't mind more of it."
Lucifer paused.
Then his grin widened dangerously.
"Is that so?" he purred, dragging his nails lightly down Matt's spine just to watch him shudder.
Matt hummed, completely unbothered.
"I'm not afraid of pain," he admitted, his voice still sleep-warm and casual. "It just… slows me down."
Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head.
"Oh, darling," he murmured, mockingly sweet, his fingers drifting lower again just to tease, "I love the way you say things without fully realizing how they sound."
Matt smirked slightly, but said nothing.
Lucifer sighed dramatically, stretching like a satisfied cat before suddenly brightening.
"Well!" he announced, clapping his hands together as if suddenly remembering something important.
"You were such a good boy for me yesterday—"
Matt groaned. "No."
Lucifer ignored him, grinning.
"—so I suppose I should feed you a proper breakfast as a reward."
Matt buried his face in the pillow.
Lucifer beamed.
Mazikeen, from the other room, groaned loudly.
"I swear to Hell, if you two start up again before I've had coffee, I'm stabbing someone."
Lucifer and Matt both laughed.
However, Lucifer, as expected, couldn't simply make breakfast like a normal person.
No, no. That would be far too simple.
Instead, Matt found himself sitting at his own kitchen counter, blinking blearily as Lucifer, wearing nothing but loose silk pajama pants, dramatically flourished his hands over the stove.
With each flick of his wrist, ingredients moved on their own, eggs cracking midair, sizzling on the pan as bacon flipped itself to crisp perfection.
Coffee brewed without being touched, orange juice poured itself into glasses, and fresh pastries appeared on the side, steaming as if they had just come out of a Parisian bakery.
Matt, still waking up, ran a hand through his hair.
"…Do you ever cook like a normal person?" he muttered, voice still thick with sleep.
Lucifer grinned wickedly, not looking up from the eggs that were literally flipping themselves.
"Darling," he said smoothly, "I am not a normal person. Or a person, at all. But I do like to cook for friends."
Mazikeen, still looking half-asleep, shuffled into the kitchen wearing one of Matt's hoodies (which looked utterly ridiculous on her).
She plopped down onto a chair, grabbing the coffee Lucifer had placed in front of her without a word.
Took one sip.
Then grinned.
"So," she said, voice entirely too smug, "good morning, Matt."
Matt immediately felt the shift in tone.
And he did not like it.
He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Good morning…?"
Mazikeen took another slow sip, eyes glinting.
"Did you sleep well?" she asked innocently.
Matt tensed.
Lucifer, still cooking, smirked knowingly.
Mazikeen continued, stretching her arms above her head lazily.
"Because I didn't," she said casually. "You were so enthusiastic last night."
Matt froze.
His grip on the coffee cup tightened.
His face flushed.
Lucifer's smirk widened.
"Oh, were you listening, Maze?" he mused, entirely unbothered.
Mazikeen grinned. "Not like I had a choice. Walls are thin."
Matt groaned, covering his face with one hand.
Mazikeen leaned her elbow against the table, chin resting on her palm, clearly enjoying this.
"I mean," she continued, voice mocking, "I knew you were going to be loud, but damn. You were really—"
"Okay, thank you," Matt muttered, visibly flustered now.
Lucifer, who had spent all of last night trying to get this exact reaction from Matt, suddenly felt betrayed.
He arched a brow, turning fully to face Matt, looking offended.
"Oh," he drawled, "now you get flustered?"
Matt scowled, still red, refusing to meet either of their gazes.
Lucifer set down the spatula, crossing his arms.
"I spent all night trying to get you to blush, and now—now that Maze teases you—now you react?"
Matt exhaled through his nose, composing himself quickly.
"It's different," he muttered, taking a slow sip of coffee.
Lucifer's eyes narrowed.
Then—a slow, dangerous grin.
"Oh, I see," he purred, stepping closer.
Matt realized his mistake too late as Lucifer leaned in, golden eyes glinting mischievously, voice dipping lower.
"So, darling," he mused, far too pleased with himself, "was it the part where you begged for more that kept Maze awake?"
Matt choked on his coffee while Mazikeen nearly spit out hers, laughing.
Lucifer beamed.
"Oh, wait," he continued, mocking thoughtfulness, "or was it when you gasped incoherently over and over as I rammed—?"
"Lucifer."
"Or perhaps," he grinned, fully enjoying himself now, "when you rode me so beautifully and moaned so sweetly—"
"Lucifer."
"Or was it when you came undone above me, shivering, breathless—?"
"Lucifer."
Lucifer grinned wider.
Matt, very clearly embarrassed now, glared at him.
Lucifer, thrilled, leaned closer.
"You were such a good boy for me, Matt," he purred.
Matt groaned loudly, slamming his coffee cup on the counter.
"I hate you."
Lucifer just laughed, utterly triumphant.
Mazikeen raised her mug in a mock toast, still grinning. "I really like this arrangement. Will it continue?"
Lucifer winked at her before turning back to his delightfully frustrated lover. "I wouldn't be opposed, actually."
"I do find you attractive." Matt sighed, rolling his eyes before gazing at the food as he shrugged. "Though personality wise, you're a bit too much for me. Sorry."
Maze snorted once at the mock-offended look on Lucifer's face. "Le gasp! I'm a delightful company, I assure you."
Matt raised an eyebrow.
"Alright, alright," Lucifer said, rolling his eyes before grinning as he plated the food, "I suppose I should reward my dear Matt by feeding him properly."
Matt sighed deeply when Lucifer placed a five-star gourmet breakfast in front of him, complete with fresh fruit, perfectly cooked eggs, imported cheese, and an obnoxiously fancy garnish.
"Of course you couldn't cook a simple meal," he muttered.
Lucifer beamed.
"Eat up, dear," he said cheerfully. "You'll need your strength."
Matt stopped mid-bite.
Mazikeen nearly fell off her chair laughing.
Lucifer just hummed, sipping his own coffee, entirely too pleased with himself.
Oh, this was going to be a fun vacation.
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