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Ch. 5: Breakfast with the Devil

Adam blinked his eyes open slowly. The first thing he noticed was that he felt more refreshed than he could've imagined possible given the last two days. The aches from sleeping on the rough marble stairs the night before had been soothed overnight by silk sheets. He stretched his arms before curling back up in the blankets he'd worked himself under at some point while he slept. With blissfully closed eyes, he took in a long breath, enjoying the first peaceful moment he'd had in what felt like far too long. The soft, familiar scent of apples and sawdust coming from the sheets made him smile in his sleepiness and he hugged the nearest pillow, enjoying the comfort. As Adam started to come to a bit more, he noticed the smell of pancakes and warm strawberries wafting through the air. The sweet smell made Adam force himself to be more alert as his stomach rumbled in response.

Opening his eyes and looking around, Adam threw the pillow away from him as he realized with horror that he'd been taking in Lucifer's scent. Despite himself, a blush crept onto his cheeks and he found himself checking the room for anyone who might've seen his display. "Not my fault, I've known the guy since the dawn of time," Adam grumbled to himself under his breath as he threw his hooves over the side of the bed. Right, almost forgot about those. It was odd, the lack of sensation or motion when he tried to spread his toes in the rug. Rolling his eyes at himself, Adam turned his attention away from his hooves and found it right back on the demonic king.

"Besides," he continued to no one as he made his way to the dresser. "It fuckin' reeks down here and he's always smelled amazing so-" Adam's hand froze over the handle. What the shit did he just say? Realization hit him like a truck as memories of his dream that night came back to him. Letting his first instinct kick in, he immediately dismissed his dream and current train of thought as a result of the long day with Lucifer. Sure, maybe he might have once sorta potentially had some sort of feelings for the arrogant prick. He'd accepted that over the course of the last few thousand years. But he'd also concluded, far more easily, that those feelings were long, long gone. Even if now he was showing more of that softer side that made Adam feel all warm that he'd almost forgotten he missed... Adam shook his head and opened the armoire.

This place really needed to stop surprising him. Set on the chair beside the armoire were some soft-looking pants with a rubber ducky pattern and a big sweater with a matching duckling on it- pajamas that he'd neglected to even check for the night before. Inside the dresser, not only were the shelves and hangers fully stocked, but it was filled with clothes that Adam would actually wear. The hanger rack was lined with hoodies one or two sizes too big, just the way he liked them, some plain and some with assorted logos, and two leather jackets. On the shelves, neatly folded, were different types of jeans, sweatpants, and T-shirts. He pulled out the black shirt on the top of the pile and traced a finger over the delicately gold-embroidered cursive A on the back. When Lucifer had even put the clothes in his room, Adam had no idea. Did he come in while Adam was asleep and stock the closet?

Aside from the pajamas, it was clear that Lucifer had put some thought into the clothes he'd chosen for him. While the fabric was nowhere near as soft, the clothes weren't that different from what he typically wore when he wasn't wearing his heavenly robes. Had Lucifer been looking at him and paying attention to what he saw over the years? Adam quickly shook away the warmth he felt at the idea. Adam was hot as shit, the fuckin' dickmaster. Obviously, any woman or man would be drooling at the chance to check him out. Still, why did he find himself suddenly picking his outfit more carefully just for breakfast with the dramatic dickshit who'd put on that whole show last night just to intimidate him?

Adam pulled on the shirt he was holding and paired it with one of the leather jackets he'd found and ripped black jeans. He looked at himself in the mirror hanging on the inside of one of the armoire doors and frowned. Adam had always hated feeling insecure and hadn't let himself feel that way since being cast from Eden. He had a long streak of stubborn confidence and he couldn't let himself lose it now. The outfit looked good, Adam obviously had amazing taste, but it almost looked too good mixed with his new body's hellish accents. The longer he checked himself out in the mirror, the more his frown faded into what someone could almost mistake for a confident smile. The T-shirt was a thick fabric that hid the glowing X over his heart and missing rib, covering his biggest insecurities. The leather highlighted his horns and brought out the color of the red pattern on his skin. Now that he was cleaned up, rested, and in a badass outfit, Adam had to admit that a lot of his initial disgust had been misinterpreted shock. Deciding to accept the win rather than thinking too long on it all, he shot finger guns at his reflection and closed the armoire.