The Perfect Crime [ABANDONED]

Soulfight

Lucifer was pretty sure from the moment he saw the gray-blue eyes boy step into the party that he was in love. Not typical Lucifer level in love. Not you'd-be-fun-for-a-night in love. Like, genuinely, in love. Of course, he didn't believe in all that love at first sight crap. But he was certainly feeling something for the obviously tipsy guy in a letterman jacket. An athlete. Damn, that made it 100% better. 

So Lucifer did the obvious thing. He picked his favorite song and decided to sing it for the guy. And obviously, call him out. Unsurprisingly, the boy turned bright red and tried, in vain, to sneak his way back into the crowd as Lucifer took the microphone and stepped off the makeshift stage they had set up. Lucifer crossed the room toward him. 

Take me through your barricades

Push me through your city walls
Take me, I can be
Whoever you want

You're no stranger
You're no stranger
To me
No stranger
You're no stranger
To me

The boy looked a bit like he wanted to crawl inside his jacket and die of embarrassment, so Lucifer decided to take it easy on him. He sang the words right by him, flashed him a grin and a wink, and then headed back to the stage. By the time he had returned to the stage, he was done with the song. 

"Uh, well, I need break folks, so, my friends here are gonna take over. Charlie, over there is a better singer than she'd pretend," Lucifer said, shooting Charlie a wink. She rolled her eyes, and Lucifer stepped off the stage, heading straight for where he had last seen the beautiful boy. He wasn't there, which wasn't surprising to Lucifer. He scanned the area and saw a letterman jacket near the makeshift bar. He gently touched the boy's elbow, and he turned in confusion. His gray-blue eyes, the color of a stormy afternoon sky, met his and stared for a long second. 

"Hi," Lucifer said. The boy looked down at his glass of water and then black to Lucifer. 

"Hi," he said, sounding mildly irritated. Ah, hard to get. That's my favorite. Lucifer offered his hand. 

"I'm...Lucifer," Lucifer said. Michael stared at him. 

"Dean wasn't kidding when he said I was a lightweight," Michael mumbled, clearly thinking his drunk brain was making things up. 

"Oh, no, you heard me right. My parents were religious freaks. My name is Lucifer, my younger brother is Gabriel, and the family baby is Castiel. We all got fucked with our names if I'm being frank," Lucifer said. "Hence why I made Charlie change the band name t The Devil's Advocate. It seems fitting, right?" 

"Sure," the boy said, taking a sip of his water and looking at Lucifer over the rim of the glass. No one had a right to be that adorable. 

"So are you gonna tell me your name?" Lucifer asked. 

"No," the boy said with a slight smile. 

"Oh?" 

"You might have to work for that, Luce," Gray Eyes said with another grin. 

"Luce? Nicknames already, I see," Lucifer said with a chuckle. 

"Well, I'm not calling you Lucifer," the boy argued. 

"Okay, that's fair, I'm not gonna argue with that. But you're going to have to give me a name eventually," Lucifer said. He looked around the party. "You want to get out of here? I'm hungry and there's a 24-hour diner down the road."