Chapter 48: What Does This Make Us?

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WARNINGS: Self Worth Issues; Identity Issues

Stephen dried his hair with a towel. He wrapped it tightly around his waist before stepping out of the bathroom to find some clothes.


"I wasn't aware you were indecent," Lucifer said, holding a tray of lunch in his hands.


He placed the tray down and turned to leave. Stephen grabbed his arm.


"Stay a little?"


Lucifer sat down on the chair by his bedside. Stephen decided to wait in finding clothes and sat down next to him.


"I was a skilled surgeon before becoming a sorcerer," Stephen said, "Y'know, there's a certain kind of thrill you get from healing people."


Stephen chuckled at himself as he recalled how haughty he acted.


"Killing is so easy but when you can heal others, people would view you as some sort of God or..."


"Angel," Lucifer whispered.


"Exactly! It gets to your head, and it's so easy to become attached to this title of a powerful celestial entity," Stephen said, lifting his shaky hands, "Then life reminds you that you're still human."


He let them fall on his lap.


"All those 'worshippers' you had, quickly abandon you. That power and grand title becomes useless. So you believe to yourself that you're useless now," Stephen continued.


He looked at Lucifer.


"There was one person, who tried so hard to bring me comfort when I was at my lowest point. Her name was Christine and... She was amazing," Stephen said, his eyes drifting to the side.


Lucifer's lips curved into a smile at the mention of his ex-girlfriend. He's only heard her name a handful of times.


"I think you and her would've gotten along very well."


"What happened to her," Lucifer asked.


"I pushed her away and was too prideful to apologize," Stephen said, "If I had just said 'I'm sorry' maybe then I would've been the one marrying her."


Stephen wiped away a tear that slipped out without permission. He cleared his throat.


"Lucifer, I don't know what all you've been through. But I can understand to some humanly degree how it feels to lose everything because of your own pride," Stephen said.


"You understand me better than anyone I've met. That's why I love you."


Stephen snapped his head to the devil. Lucifer stood up, making him follow his movements.


"What," Stephen asked.


He heard him. He just needed to hear it again to make sure it was real.


"I love you, Stephen," Lucifer repeated, "I always have."


Stephen leaned in, his lips brushing past Lucifer's. Lucifer pushed in further to interlock their lips. At that moment, it felt like the world stopped moving. Like time decided to slow down just so they could savor each other.


Stephen broke the kiss, his hand caressing his cheek. Their breaths mingled together as Lucifer grabbed his other hand to intertwine their fingers.


"I love you too, Lucifer," Stephen whispered.


Lucifer kissed him a bit more passionately this time. The hand on his cheek turned to grab a tuft of his hair and pull him deeper. Stephen swiped his tongue across his bottom lip.


Lucifer complied and parted them. His free hand wrapped around his waist, pulling his body further into his. All the while, he refused to let go of his hand. Almost like he was scared that Stephen would disappear if he did.


Stephen was running out of oxygen, but at this moment, he didn't care. If he did die from kissing him, he'd die a happy man.


Lucifer moaned in his mouth as he gently tugged at his hair. Stephen broke the kiss, allowing air in his lungs. His lips were throbbed from the bruising they received.


"That was so much better than last time," Stephen breathed.


"So what does this make us," Lucifer asked.


"I just shared a very vulnerable story. It's romance or death," Stephen teased, making Lucifer chuckle.


He pressed his lips against Stephen's, bruising them deeper. Stephen leaned in to whisper in his ear.


"This makes us lovers."

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