Wilted Devil

The day had started out fairly normal for Lucifer. He'd woken up to the sounds of Daniel softly snoring in his ear. They'd been up most the night making love, leaving the male detective quite knackered.

The Devil rolled over to kiss Dan on the head, before gently disentangling himself and heading to the kitchen to start breakfast.

As was the case every morning, Dan would stumble into the kitchen, following the smell of bacon, and wrap his arms around his boyfriend. He'd only let go once Lucifer shoved a steaming cup of coffee at him.

Once breakfast was over, they hopped into the Corvette. Lucifer dropped Dan off at the precinct with a lingering kiss, before leaving to join Chloe out in the field . It was a normal, happy day for the Devil.

At least it was, until the flowers happened.

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Lucifer was at a crime scene with Chloe when he spotted them. It looked like a body dump, but they were still examining the surrounding area for possible evidence. In a corner of the alley, somehow growing out of a crack in the concrete, were flowers.

They looked like a cross between roses and orchids. Dark blue at the base with silver on the tips of the petals. Lucifer had never seen anything quite like them, and reached out to grab one.

"Ah! Bloody Hell!" Lucifer yelped as one of the thorns on the stem pierced his hand.

He took out his pocket square with his good hand and wrapped up his injured one with it. He figured the wound would dissapear as soon as he was out of the Detective's range.

Except it didn't.

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Dan was washing up the dishes when he noticed Lucifer had a bandage on his right hand.

"What happened there, Luce?".

"It's the strangest thing, Daniel, " Lucifer said," I found these unusual flowers at a crime scene today and got pierced by one of their thorns. I thought the bloody thing would have healed up by now, but it hasn't ".

"Huh," Dan said curiously, " let me see it".

Lucifer held his hand out and Dan cringed when he removed the bandage. The wound was swollen, angry looking and oozing some kind of purple liquid.

"Babe, this looks bad...really bad".

"It does look rather repugnant, now that you mention it ". Lucifer didn't get a chance to say much else before suddenly covering his mouth with his good hand and running out of the kitchen.

Dan followed him all the way to their bathroom, where the sounds of violent retching could be heard.

He walked in and went over to the devil leaning over the bowl, rubbing soothing circles on his back. After awhile, Lucifer leaned back and curled into Dan's arms.

"I think you might have an infection, Luce," Dan murmured into his hair.

"Nonsense, Daniel," Lucifer told him,"the Devil doesn't get infections".

"The Devil normally doesn't have intimate conversations with the porcelain God, either"

Lucifer sighed. "Touche, Love, Touche".

"Come on, let's get you to bed,"Dan said as he helped Lucifer stand and walk into the bedroom.

He sat his boyfriend down on the bed and helped him remove his shoes and socks, while Lucifer shakily removed his ojacket, shirt, and belt on his own.