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Chapter 02

A month had passed since that explosive night, but the tension between Angel and Husk had taken a different turn. After Husk knocked Angel out, he had taken responsibility for looking after him during his recovery, and somehow, through the shared quiet moments and unexpected conversations, something had shifted between them. They had grown closer—much closer—though neither of them would have ever expected it.

Lucifer, in his office, reclined comfortably in his chair, eyes glued to the screen of his computer. On it, a grainy but clear video played, shot from a discreet camera installed in a corner of Husk's bedroom. He watched with focused intensity, biting his lower lip as the scene unfolded before him.

Angel lay shirtless on the bed, his skin flushed, the muscles in his chest and arms relaxed but tense with anticipation. Husk was beside him, his mouth pressed against the side of Angel's neck, lips moving over his skin with deliberate slowness. His hand slid under the waistband of Angel's pants, fingers wrapping around him with a practiced ease. Angel's head fell back, his lips parted as he let out a soft moan, eyes half-closed as Husk's touch in Angel's cock became more insistent, more intimate.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, his heart racing as he watched them together. Husk had always been distant, serious, detached from emotional entanglements. But here he was, vulnerable and intimate with Angel in ways Lucifer never thought he'd see. It amused him how quickly Husk had fallen into this—how quickly Angel had broken through those walls.

Husk's hand moved slowly inside Angel's pants, stroking him with a tenderness that was almost at odds with the doctor's usual stoicism. He kissed Angel's neck again, more urgently now, while Angel arched into his touch, a breathless whisper escaping his lips. Lucifer's fingers drummed lightly against the desk, the voyeuristic thrill of watching them send a dark, twisted excitement through his veins.

What neither Husk nor Angel knew was that there had been a camera installed in Husk's room for months now. Lucifer had placed it there long before any of this had happened—back when Husk was just his friend, the serious doctor who'd known him since high school. It had been a game at first, a way for Lucifer to keep an eye on Husk, to know his habits and routines. But now, as he watched them together, it had turned into something much more... intoxicating.

Lucifer took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke that swirled through the dim light of his office. "Didn't know you had it in you, Husk," he muttered to himself, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned forward slightly, watching every movement, every kiss, every moment of tension between the two men.

On the screen, Angel's breathing grew heavier, his body trembling as Husk's hand worked him with a skilled, deliberate rhythm. Husk's usually emotionless face softened, a rare expression of desire passing over his features as he took in Angel's reactions. It was so raw, so intimate—and Lucifer, despite his position of authority, was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

Lucifer's fingers hovered over the controls, but he didn't stop the video. He didn't want to. There was a thrill in watching them like this, in seeing Husk—his oldest friend—give in to something so human, so reckless. He knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn't be watching. But that had never stopped him before.

As the video continued, Lucifer's mind wandered, his own dangerous appetites stirring as he imagined being in that room, feeling the heat between them, pushing them even further. He had always craved the thrill of danger, the edge of control slipping away in moments of passion—and this, watching Husk and Angel, was just another way to feed that insatiable need.

Lucifer leaned back, a wicked smile curling at the corners of his lips as he took another drag. "You two have no idea..." he whispered, eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and amusement. "No idea at all."

And as Husk's movements grew more urgent, as Angel's gasps filled the room, Lucifer simply watched, the knowledge that they were completely unaware of his presence only heightening his dark, twisted satisfaction.

The dimly lit office buzzed with the usual hum of business, but there was an undercurrent of tension as a man approached Lucifer's door, a thick folder of paperwork clutched in his hands. He had been given strict orders by Husk—these documents needed to go directly to Lucifer, no exceptions. Husk had been specific, though vague, about the importance, leaving no room for delay.

Just as the man reached for the door handle, another figure stepped in front of him, a smirk on his face. "Hold up," the man said, his voice low, dripping with implication. "Lucifer's... busy right now. Got a visitor, if you know what I mean."

The man with the papers froze, understanding immediately what that meant. He nodded quickly, backing off. He knew better than to interrupt those kinds of visitors.

Alastor, however, didn't seem to catch on. The newly hired bodyguard stood a few paces behind, his arms crossed over his chest, brow furrowed in confusion. Unlike most of Lucifer's inner circle, Alastor had an air of old-fashioned stoicism, his serious demeanor often at odds with the chaotic and hedonistic world he now found himself in. He wasn't accustomed to the informal language and hidden meanings that ran rampant in Lucifer's mafia.

"Visitor?" Alastor asked, his deep voice steady but curious. His sharp eyes scanned the room as if expecting someone of importance or threat. 

The guy who had stopped the man with the paperwork rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated. "Yeah, a visitor. You know, the kind of 'business' Lucifer likes to handle personally," he said with a smirk, punctuating his words with an eyebrow raise.

Alastor's expression didn't change. "I see," he said flatly, though it was clear he didn't fully understand the situation. His sense of duty, however, outweighed his confusion. If Lucifer had a visitor, it was Alastor's job to ensure his safety. No matter the type of guest.

Ignoring the vague, dismissive gestures from the others, Alastor stepped forward, his posture rigid and professional. "I'll check on him," he said simply, his tone leaving no room for debate.

The others exchanged amused looks as he passed. "You're gonna walk in on something, man," one of them muttered, shaking his head. But Alastor paid them no mind. His job was to protect Lucifer, and if there was a visitor—especially one of a more 'intimate' nature—he needed to make sure everything was under control. It wasn't personal curiosity, just part of the job.

He approached Lucifer's office with measured steps, his hand brushing the door handle. For a moment, he hesitated, hearing the faint murmur of voices behind the door, but he pushed that aside. No matter what was going on in there, Lucifer's safety came first.