[Lucific] Hunting You, R, Smuttish, Lucifer/Azael [drabble13]

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Drabble Request #13

For: thirteen_quills
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Lucifer/Azael
Rating: R

Line: None given.
Request for an "R-ish" piece.


Hunting You
458 words

Azael’s back hits the wall firmly and his breath is knocked from him, soundless. He can feel the heavy beating of his heart, loud in his ears, rhythmically pumping blood away from his head, leaving him dizzy. “Lucifer,” he whispers, and the name is almost a moan, sweet and edged with raw desire.

Lucifer leans over him, black hair spilling over his shoulders and past his face like a reckless night. “Yes, Azael?” he murmurs in return, breath hovering warm over Azael’s lips. His gaze is endlessly deep, peering into his lover’s eyes, and there is a ghost of a smile flitting about his mouth. His hands rest on the wall beside Azael’s head, entrapping the other angel in the space of the bare inches between them.

Azael would close his eyes but he can’t seem to catch his breath. And, somehow, the one affects the other. A slow heat is burning away in him, a heat familiar and welcome, but a thousand times more electric in mortal skin; it is like the most beautiful form of pleasure, wrapped in the knife-sharp edges of pain. He lets out a low moan when Lucifer presses closer, their bodies barely an inch apart.

It’s almost painful, like the tantalizing feel of broken glass being dragged over his skin, to be so close to feel the heat, to smell, to practically taste such familiar pleasure. Azael’s eyes are still locked on Lucifer’s, his breathing shallow and his hands clenched in fists.

“Touch me,” he demands at last, the words lost in a shuddering gasp when Lucifer does.

A shift in stance and their legs touch first, Lucifer’s thigh slipping between Azael’s legs, a long, tortuous slide of skin against skin. Then their hips are pressed together, slowly, and Azael lets his eyes fall closed, breathing ragged. He bites his lip, hard, when Lucifer brushes their chests against each other, a maddeningly tease of skin that is replaced with a swing of silky hair.

Azael’s stomach tightens and he cries his lover’s name.

Lucifer leans against him fully at last and his mouth is captured in a slow, hot kiss.

“I want you,” Lucifer murmurs against Azael’s lips, tongue slipping out to trace familiar contours. “Oh Azael…” His voice is near-trembling, tense with desire, and all at once, Azael is gratified to have evoked that fierce passion, dark and possessive. He slides his arms around Lucifer’s neck, through the thick, black locks, and deepens the kiss.

“You can have me,” he pants into Lucifer’s ear, fingers winding tightly around silky hair.

Lucifer’s hands stroke down Azael’s own white-silver hair and come to rest at the small of his back. “Thank you,” says the newly-christened archfiend, smiling warmly down at his soul mate.

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Posted: 05.08.2005