The pair stumbled through the entryway and meandered to his bed. “Yes, you know a lot of words,” MC sighed and pushed the door to Lucifer’s room open. “What would be the right word? Besotted? Ensorcelled? Captivated? Enraptured?”
We were using the wrong word.” MC remained silent as they neared Lucifer’s room. A sharp jolt of pain entered MC’s heart, but they kept their face void of emotion.
They urged Lucifer to keep taking steps forward. “Both of you were just drunk, it’s not true,” MC grumbled and looked down at their feet. “He knows how much I’m infatuated with you and kept teasing me. “You.” His red eyes looked down and focused on MC’s. He was staring ahead, but at nothing in particular. “I suppose I did.” Lucifer was quiet for a moment but stopped on a stair. “Yes, you mentioned that while texting me,” MC hummed and focused on getting up the stairs, one-by-one. “Diavolo and I spoke about you so much tonight, you know?” Shall we?” He started to lead MC up the stairs but stumbled every so often. Lucifer stood up straight but kept his arm around MC. “Fine! Fine! When you’re sober, I’ll kiss you! Just stand up, please!” They yelped and tried desperately to keep from falling. “Then, how about when I’m sober,” Lucifer questioned, he looked up at the staircase and sagged more of his weight onto MC. “Don’t be ridiculous.” They struggled to take a few steps forward with the amount of weight they were supporting. MC huffed a puff of air out in annoyance. “You could take advantage of me in this state,” his words rolled out with a grin. He leaned most of his weight on MC, trying to have as much contact with them as possible. “Let’s get you to bed before one of your brothers takes advantage of you in this state.” They grunted as they hoisted Lucifer back up to his feet. They knelt down to the demon’s side and place his arm to wrap around their shoulders. I didn’t want to wake you,” he spoke with a slight slur, the remnants of the Demonus still strongly running through his veins.
“You could have just called me and I would have let you in.” Their hand clutched at their chest, trying to will their heart to slow down. He slowly rose from where he was sprawled out. “Oh, good morning, MC,” Lucifer looked up at them, a sleepy smile forming on his face. MC shrieked and stepped back before the body could hit their feet. Without hesitating, they flung the front door open. They quickly descended the staircase, the blanket draped around their shoulders fluttering behind them like a cape. “I bet he’s too drunk to make it to his room.” Their eyes glanced towards the sofa and his bed both were unoccupied. With a light knock, MC announced their arrival and peered in. There wasn’t any light shining from underneath his closed door. Quickly, they shuffled out of their room and made their way towards Lucifer’s room. They slipped on some house shoes and draped a blanket over their shoulders. They shuffled up from their bed, ignoring the burning in their cheeks. Lucifer: Who even came up with the idea that whoever empties their bottle first, wins…? Warnings: Alcohol (Demonus) use, some angst, but I end it fluffy because my life is too sad in real life to end my fantasies in angst
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