Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Marcus P x Lucifer M: {Immortals} [M]

With how much I love this show, it's kind of weird it only showed up now, but I swear this fandom isn't dead

POV: 3rd Person

  It was.. unexpected. For Lucifer to suddenly show up in the precinct and then suddenly see.. Cain. Lucifer had taken a double at seeing the man who had taken his heart in the beginning of time before Amenadiel had dragged him back to Hell to do his duty for the next thousand centuries. Cain, now with a new and improved ring on his finger, had kept his promise.

  Though weddings weren't really a thing back then when Earth was still new to the concepts of humans running around and depleting its resources, Lucifer had decided that Cain would be his forever. Even if neither of them knew what that had meant, either.

  Though still, while Lucifer's ring finger was empty, Cain's was not. A silver band sitting there as a promise that he had kept with him throughout all those years, alone, had made Lucifer's own heart jump. He had predicted that the man had definitely renewed the rings a few hundred years once the best and new ones had come out until this one. It looked most recent, and most definitely a pretty one to suit his police job as well.

  Pierce, it seems.

  Lucifer misses the way the Detective's eyes went over him when he had left her side to go straight to the sinner, taking him by the sleeve and dragging him away after a small catch up talk to which no human would understand, then took him right into the interrogation room. The moment those doors click locked, and the handles popped from its place to really ensure the privacy, Lucifer had been jumped.

  Crowded onto the table where he willingly sat, he took the man by his collar and pulled him in, breathing in the woody scent that he had missed so much, away from for so long, and he could smell the undertone of the natural human scent. A scent that was just so Cain. Their lips had met with the passion, an intent of going further. To make up for such lost time and with the time they had spent away from each other - even if they had slept with other people, still the soul that bears each other's marks.

  It was messy, but as Lucifer's fingers carded through those dark brown locks, tugging. His other hand had taken at the man's collar, still. Pulling him impossibly closer and wishing that they could somehow merge into one. Marcus' strong hands had grabbed at his thighs, pushing them apart to place himself in between, pushing so close that Lucifer has to lean back until his clothed spine makes contact with the hard metal table beneath.

  "Eager, aren't you?" Lucifer smiles devilishly - pun intended - against the man's lips, who had only growled in aggression. Of course, Pierce was never a talker, and more of a tempered man, to which, back then, Lucifer would always take so much fun in teasing him to no end. Neither of them had really.. understood that much back then, they were both so young. Too young to know how all that stuff had worked. But now, Lucifer could finally feel Marcus. To have him.

  He could feel it. Rubbing against him, Lucifer had pushed down, a gasp bubbling from his throat. As Cain had kissed him, he had moved down to his jaw, kissing at his growing stubble and Lucifer could feel that growing beard, too. It had scratched pleasantly down his skin and he could feel it on his neck once the sinner had kissed at his neck.

  Lucifer is quite a talker, even as he bears his neck for the man to mark. "Darling. Is it just me, or is it hotter than Hell?" He just had to double-check. His ears are burning and so was the rest of his body, squirming under Marcus as he worked at his buttons, shoving off his suit. "Much better."

  "Shut up." Pierce had pulled at the buckles of his belt, hastily ripping them off before pulling down the devil's trousers. Cain was never much of a talker, and it seemed that over the centuries, he hadn't changed so much. Their lips connect symbiotically, as though they just fit perfectly.

  The sinner's kisses had already somehow brought Lucifer to whimpers. Never had he felt so much from a mere kiss, but here he was, writhing under the lieutenant's teeth. The club owner could barely notice his legs being lifted over broad shoulders, hand gathering his precome to smear into his hole. "Oh, dear-" The man had gasped, feelings those fingers do more than they probably should. 

  When Marcus slams into him with his full girth, it burns his insides and it hurts. Lucifer would never underestimate Cain, after all, the man seemed to be very skilled by how he had fingered into the devil, but still, he had not thought that the sinner would be ginormous. There had been two times when Lucifer had thought Cain was fully seated in him, but no. He kept going until their hips met.

  When the lieutenant thrusts, he thrusts hard. With no warning and if Lucifer's hips had not been kept still by the man, he might've bounced right off and pulled back in. He doesn't miss the ring on Marcus' finger, and he had pulled him into a long kiss, building what they have been missing out on.

  Lucifer was not new to intercourse, no. But it had been quite some time since he had felt so.. good. To be railed on this table in the precinct's interrogation room and f*cked so hard that he only saw stars. It should've expected it coming from a strong, meaty immortal such as Cain. The man was big, towering over Lucifer as he pounded into him. Though the devil was a few inches taller, Marcus had outdone him by strength and build.

  When Marcus comes inside the spent devil beneath him, they had kissed once more. Reunited.

  "I've missed you." It may be the kindest thing Marcus would say to him verbally.

  "So have I. Benefits of immortality, you could say you waited eons for me."

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Author's note: Okay guys, I swear I'm just busy