by L. M. Brown
“I’m close,” Michael shouted and, no sooner had the words left his lips, he felt Lucifer stiffen in his arms. He opened his eyes to the sight of Lucifer on the brink of his climax. Michael cried out as they came, together, with perfect timing.
* * * *
When Michael woke the next morning, he felt as though something momentous had happened, and he smiled at his ceiling.
Beside him, the bed was empty, but the sheets were rumpled, as though someone had been sleeping next to him.
“Lucifer?” he called.
No reply came.
“Just a dream,” Michael muttered. He sat up and swung his feet down to the floor, grimacing when he realized he’d had a wet dream, coming in his boxers, something he hadn’t done in years.
He stumbled to the bathroom, determined to put the dream from his mind.
By the time he had eaten a quick breakfast and was on his way to work, he felt more like himself again.
Gabe met him partway to the office and they walked the rest of the way together.
“You seem rather perky this morning,” Gabe commented. “Something you want to share with me?”
“Just a pleasant dream last night,” Michael replied with a smile. “A very pleasant dream, if you know what I mean?”
Gabe leaned close with a grin. “Are you telling me you had a sex dream last night?”
“Yeah, and it was hot.”
“How hot?”
“Hot enough that I came in my boxers like a damn teenager,” Michael replied. “And he didn’t even fuck me.”
“He?”
“Um.” Michael frowned when he recalled the last time he had actually seen Lucifer, yesterday in the park. He and Gabe had been arguing. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a great idea to tell his friend he’d had a sex dream about someone he clearly had issues with. “Just a faceless guy. It was kind of dark.”
Gabe gave him a doubtful look but didn’t question him further about his dream man’s identity.
Michael pushed the little white lie from his mind and by the time he arrived at work he had almost forgotten about it entirely.
He didn’t forget about Lucifer. In fact, he spent most of the day thinking about him and daydreaming about when he might see him again. He wondered what the enigmatic man did for a living. He didn’t seem like a regular office worker and Michael had never seen him in a suit. He never appeared to be in a hurry and Michael had seen him at various times of day. If Michael’s schedule was set in stone, Lucifer’s was the exact opposite.
The more Michael pondered Lucifer, the less he realized he knew about him. He didn’t even know his surname.
Michael smiled to himself. On the other hand, he did know just how talented Lucifer was in the bedroom, even if it was just in his dreams.
* * * *
Lucifer came to him in his dreams the next night too, this time playing homage to Michael’s cock and balls, while not touching any other part of his body, no matter how much Michael begged him. He licked and sucked Michael for what seemed like hours, gripping the base of his shaft with just the right amount of pressure to prevent him from coming too soon.
Michael keened as he tried to thrust into Lucifer’s mouth, but Lucifer held him down, preventing him from setting the pace.
This time when he came, it was with Lucifer’s lips wrapped tight around his cock.
The next morning Michael expected to wake to another pair of boxers sticky with the evidence of his orgasm, but to his surprise he didn’t. The boxers were on the floor—where he had a vague recollection of Lucifer tossing them in his dream—and there was no trace of Michael having come in his dream at all. Unless…
Michael pushed the thought aside. Lucifer hadn’t been in his bed last night. It was impossible. Yet Michael checked both the doors to his house anyway, finding each securely locked and bolted.
* * * *
On the third night Michael checked all the doors and windows, locking everything with keys, bolts, and chains. No way was anyone getting into his home tonight.
He went to bed uncharacteristically early, even as he called himself a fool for acting like a kid waiting for Santa Claus to visit on Christmas Eve.
He fell asleep a little before midnight, his disappointment at the empty bed keeping him awake.
“Anyone would think you didn’t want me here,” Lucifer whispered into his ear.
Michael glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was just after two in the morning. “How did you get in here?”
“You let me in,” Lucifer replied.
“No I didn’t, the doors and windows are locked.”
“I know they are, but that’s not what I meant. You want me in your bed, and so here I am.”
“Am I dreaming?”
“Of course you are,” Lucifer said. “But sometimes our dreams are so much better than reality. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Michael nodded and launched himself at Lucifer, tearing at his clothes as he searched for the bare skin his fingers ached to touch.
On the previous two nights Lucifer had taken control of their encounters, but tonight Michael needed something else. He pushed Lucifer onto his back and straddled his thighs. He stared at the man beneath him, his torn shirt revealing his beautifully sculpted chest. Lucifer still wore his jeans, and Michael could see the outline of his cock trapped within them. He touched the hardness, stroking lightly and watching the erection grow under his fingers.
Lucifer fumbled with the belt of his jeans, but Michael slapped his hands out of the way.
“Please,” Lucifer begged.
Michael laughed now the tables had been turned, but he undid the belt and popped open the already straining buttons. Lucifer didn’t wear any undergarments, so as soon as the fly was undone, his cock sprang free. Michael licked his lips, his mouth watering at the sight of the pearly drop of pre-cum at the tip. He wanted to taste Lucifer more than he had ever wanted anything else in his life.
Lucifer gazed at him. “Are you going to fuck me?”
Michael shook his head. “Not tonight.”
Lucifer groaned and closed his eyes. “Next time, because I can’t wait much longer to feel you inside me. It’s been too long.”
“How long?” Michael asked.
“It feels like centuries,” Lucifer replied.
Michael smiled at the evasive answer. Lucifer certainly had a way with words.
Scooting back down the bed, Michael leaned in and licked at Lucifer’s cock, tasting him for the first time. He was tempted to take him into his mouth, as Lucifer had done to him the previous night, but the wicked imp on his shoulder wanted to make Lucifer suffer a little before he came.
Michael kept his touches light and teasing as he worked his way back up Lucifer’s body. He sucked on his nipples, then his neck, knowing he would leave a mark on the perfect skin.
He rubbed his arse against Lucifer’s cock, teasing both Lucifer and himself with what they both wanted.
Lucifer moaned and Michael captured his lips in a passionate kiss, delving his tongue into Lucifer’s mouth, swallowing his moans. When Lucifer’s tongue touched his own, Michael’s erection swelled. They kissed fiercely, each trying to dominate the other, but Michael had no intention of letting Lucifer take charge tonight. He bit Lucifer’s lip, grabbed at his hair, and clawed at his back. Lucifer gave as good as he got, and Michael reveled in the roughness.
“Fuck!” Michael screamed when Lucifer flipped him onto his back. They rolled around on the bed, one on top, then the other, neither prepared to give an inch as they each sought to dominate and control.
Lucifer pulled him into a sitting position and crashed their mouths together once more. Michael surrendered to the kiss before turning it around again, forcing Lucifer to bend to his will.
Michael ground his erection against Lucifer’s flat stomach then pushed his arse back to rub against Lucifer’s stiff length. He found the perfect angle and rhythm without breaking his connection to Lucifer.
Lucifer’s nails, which Michael privately thought needed to be trimmed, scraped at his spine and dug into his arse. Michael didn’t know how long he would last, but he suspected another minute would be optimistic.
“Call my name,” Lucifer demanded. “I want to hear my name on your lips when you come.”
“Lucifer!” Michael screamed, unable to do anything other than obey Lucifer’s command.
“You are mine,” Lucifer whispered as Michael came back down to Earth. “Nothing can keep us apart. Do you hear me, Michael?”
Michael nodded sleepily. “Nothing,” he murmured.
“Remember that,” Lucifer said. “It doesn’t matter where you go or how many years have passed, I will always find you again.”
Michael shivered, but the words didn’t scare him as he thought they should.
“Your place is at my side,” Lucifer continued.
“Your side,” Michael mumbled. He rolled into Lucifer’s arms and rested his head on his chest, sleepily content and only half listening to Lucifer’s words.
“Are you ready to join me now?” Lucifer asked quietly. “Have I waited long enough?”
Michael burrowed closer into Lucifer’s embrace and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him. His last thought before he drifted off was how could he be dreaming about going to sleep if he already was?
* * * *
The next morning Michael wasn’t surprised to find his bed empty once more. The rumpled sheets were equally expected. Only when he caught sight of his reflection in the bathroom mirror did he start to question his sanity.
His swollen lips looked as though they had been thoroughly kissed. He touched a love bite on his neck and could see another on his hip. He remembered Lucifer clawing at his back, and when he twisted round he could see the clear scratch marks running nearly the length of his spine.
“Fuck!”
Michael ran from the bathroom, going first to the front door, then the back, finding both securely locked, just as they had been the night before. Every window remained locked and bolted. No one could have entered the building without his knowledge.
He grabbed his mobile and called Gabe.
“What is it?” Gabe asked. “Are you running late for work?”
“No, I…” Michael didn’t know what to say. He’d had another dirty dream and he’d apparently scratched himself up in the process. Except he couldn’t reach the marks easily, so how could he be responsible for them? And he hadn’t been kissing himself.
“I’ll be right over,” Gabe said.
Michael nodded, even though Gabe couldn’t see him, and sat on the bed to wait.
It wasn’t until Gabe arrived, and Michael opened the door, that he remembered he was naked.
Gabe gave him a sweeping glance and a smirk. “You really are out of it this morning, aren’t you? Go put some clothes on before your neighbors call the cops.”
Michael hurried to dress, only recalling the scratches Lucifer had given him when Gabe gave a low whistle.
“What happened to your back?” Gabe asked. “Or, should I say, who?”
Michael grabbed a robe from the hook on his bedroom door and covered himself. “I think I had some rough sex last night,” he said when he joined Gabe in the living room.
“You think? Don’t you remember?”
“Yes, I remember everything, but—and this is going to sound weird—I went to bed alone last night.”
“You’re right, it does sound weird.”
“I locked the doors and windows and I know there was no one in the house except me. Yet, he came to me again. He just appeared in my bed in the middle of the night. I thought I was dreaming, like the last couple of nights, but then…” Michael gestured to the love bite on his neck and pointed at his back.
“And your mouth looks as if it’s spent the night round a man’s cock,” Gabe added.
Michael touched his tender lips. “No, but we spent a lot of the night kissing, and we weren’t exactly gentle.”
“I can tell. Did you see who it was this time?”
Michael ducked his head.
“Or, should I ask, are you going to tell me the truth this time?” Gabe amended.
“I’ve been dreaming about Lucifer,” Michael admitted. “I don’t know why, but I have. It’s not as if I even like him much. If I see him when I’m awake he acts like a stalker or an arrogant jerk.”
“That’s because he is an arrogant jerk.”
“Then why am I having sex dreams about him?” Michael asked.
“I think that’s something only you can answer,” Gabe said.
Michael sighed. “I guess it means I’m attracted to him, right?”
“I think that’s a given,” Gabe replied with a chuckle. “Even I can see he’s a gorgeous specimen of man.”
“What’s the history between you two, anyway?” Michael had been curious about their past since discovering that Gabe and Lucifer knew each other. “He’s not one of your exes, is he?”
“Heavens no!” Gabe appeared torn between appalled and amused at the suggestion.
“Then how do you know him?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Another time?”
Gabe shrugged. “Maybe.”
Michael didn’t press him. He had soon discovered that Gabe wasn’t exactly forthcoming about his life, and Michael didn’t wish to pry.
“Perhaps I should give him a chance,” Michael said. “Go on a date and see where things lead.”
Gabe laughed. “You’ve had sex with him for the last three nights. I think you’re past the first-date stage.”
“Dreams don’t count,” Michael pointed out.
Gabe eased aside Michael’s collar and gently touched the bruise on his neck. “Are you sure you were dreaming?”
Michael wasn’t, and that scared him more than anything else.
* * * *
Now he was keeping an eye open for him, Michael didn’t see Lucifer at all. Nor did he have any more dreams about him. At first he wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed, but as the days became weeks and still Lucifer didn’t appear, he accepted it was the latter.
Gabe was also mysteriously absent, but he often traveled for his work, and Michael assumed his career kept him busy this time too.
Lucifer finally reappeared two months later, sitting on Michael’s doorstep when he arrived home from work. Gabe, who was also back in town, had walked home with Michael but quickly made his excuses and disappeared round the corner, leaving Michael alone with Lucifer.
“Missed me?” Lucifer asked.
Michael sat beside him on the step. He wanted some answers to his questions, but he didn’t know what to ask first.
“No?” Lucifer prodded. “Maybe I should just make my visits nightly. You seemed to welcome me then.”
Michael twisted round so he sat sideways, facing Lucifer. “So, you were in my bed.”
“Of course.”
“I thought I was dreaming.”
Lucifer chuckled. “Maybe your whole life is a dream?”
“Maybe I need to fit better locks on my doors.”
“No lock can keep me out, and we both know it.”
Somehow Michael did know. Lucifer was scarily determined, and for some reason Michael couldn’t fathom, he wanted Michael.
Lucifer shifted position so he faced Michael. He sighed and stared at the corner Gabe had disappeared around. “I’ve been advised I’m not exactly playing fair with you.”
“What do you mean? And advised by who?”
“By Gabe and the rest of his little crew of do-gooders.”
“Has he threatened you?” Michael didn’t think it sounded like Gabe, but there was a lot he didn’t know about his friend, just as he was sure there was plenty Gabe didn’t know about him.
“Not recently, and I can handle him anyway.”
“What do you mean about playing fair?”
“Gabe thinks luring you to my side with sex is playing dirty. He knows
I’m irresistible.”
“Did anyone ever tell you you’re arrogant?” Michael asked.
“I believe you did,” Lucifer reminded him.
Michael laughed. “I guess I did, didn’t I? So, what are you going to do if you’re going to play fair?”
“I’m going to make you an offer,” Lucifer said. “One you can’t resist.”
“Hmm?”
Lucifer gave him a mock frown. “Can you at least try to sound a little curious?”
Michael gave him a wide-eyed stare. “Oh my goodness, what offer? Tell me, tell me, please!”
Lucifer rolled his eyes. “You’re the only one who could ever get away with mocking me in such a manner.”
Michael grinned. “Okay, I’ll be serious. Tell me your offer?”
Lucifer smiled and took his hand. “How would you like to never have another visit to Accident and Emergency?”
“How do you know about those?”
“I know everything about you,” Lucifer replied.
“And that’s your offer, no more trips to the hospital?”
“That’s part of it. How about the promotion you’ve been working toward for the last eight months? The one you didn’t get last week.”
Michael frowned. He hadn’t even told Gabe about the job.
“I can fix up this house for you, furnish the place however you want, no expense spared.”
“Is that all?” Michael asked.
“All?” Lucifer echoed. “I’m offering you perfect health, a great promotion, and the home of your dreams.”
“In exchange for what?”
“That’s the best part,” Lucifer whispered. “To get all of that, all you have to do is accept me and agree to be by my side forever.”
“You keep using that word.”
“What word?”
“Forever.”
“It’s the right word to use.”
“Is it? Nothing lasts forever, least of all relationships.”
“Ours will.”
“What makes you so sure?”
Lucifer smiled. “You’ve just had some bad experiences. You seem to attract the wrong type of man.”