Maze

“As you should, you have been wronged and they both let you down. You have every right to feel that; and I think I shall pay a visit to Linda later. Let her know her actions aren’t forgiven. From you or me.” Lucifer amends, before breaching the last topic on his mind. “-but…I fear you have wronged someone undeserving as well Maze. Someone…very small…and has the name of a stripper?”

“Means whatever we want, I guess.” He shrugs, offering a silk handkerchief. “Until further developments any how….Now, I can’t do much in the way of Linda other than give her a stern wording to….but if you’d like, I could kick my brother’s ass for you.”

He’s not offended by her restraint (she wouldn’t be Maze if she didn’t) merely waits it out and when she finally does accept his hug, smiles fondly. Pressing a kiss to the crown of her head and finally resting his fine it. “No more going off alone, we do this together. You and me. Figuring out ‘feels’.”

He gathers her to him then. Simply rugs her gently into his arms, and despite her demonic natures; she seems fragile, light and full of tears. Lucifer sighs and pets her as she soaks his shirt, “I promise Mazikeen, you won’t have to do it alone. I don’t know how to do this either…any of it, but I think a start is to simply admit that.”

Lucifer manages to grab her by the wrist, “You came here for the same reasons as I did. For something new.” He stresses the word, “Think of it Maze. All those things you felt, experienced…All those choices you made. Good or bad, those were all yours. No one else. No command from me, no rules at all. You won’t have that in hell, you’ll be just one of many again. Forced into service once more because down there nothing is a choice. Not for you. Oh sure, maybe that stings to, knowing humanity makes even their own hells but you’ll be there, a witness and a torturer because there is no other role for you. Is that what you want though, a role. Is it really that one though?” He wonders, “Why would you ever want to punish yourself like that, Maze?”

“No, and I realize that. I…am not going to run off or start ignoring her, merely allow this clear set of boundaries…stay. I’m sure she’ll not make too much of a fuss since I’ve heard heard all but say it to Cain. Who, will no doubt capitalize on it, and while he is a grade A prick, he is her choice. I won’t ignore that. Just as it was mine to see where this lead, despite taking none of your advice. Maze, dear you know I’m far too egotistic for that. Tell me to do one thing, makes it all more the tempting to do the exact opposite.”  

“Mazikeen.” He says her full name, utterly heartbroken for her. “I didn’t know, I…I was aware Linda and my brother were bumping uglies but not anything else. If I was, I would have….” He doesn’t know, maybe he would have been more sensitive to her with the jokes, “-tried to look deeper at your source of pain. I’m sorry I assumed it wasn’t a serious matter for you. And, while I know this seems…to be simply for you I have to admit that I’ve been thinking about doing this for some time. Hell I even tried once to-” Lucifer rambles on, before in taking a deep breath. “I plan on leaving Chloe alone.” He admits, “Not dramatically or out of fear…I merely have come to the conclusion that we are not suited to each other. She can never see who me for I am, truly. And even if she did, it would break her. Even now, without my involvement my nearness is causing her world to shift, for good or bad. Cain didn’t care about her until he realized I did…and I can no longer see the positives, for anyone, for continuing this. So, if you’d be so kind, make light that I am taking her out of my ‘choice’ at all box.”

Lucifer frowns, trying to read her expression. “I understand that Maze, I do. You know I do -and not just about she-who-must-not-be-named, I wasn’t created to experience anything either. I fell for it, for wanting to be able to choose how I felt, and while…” He pauses, there aren’t words to explain the suffering he’s experienced, continues to all because of his father and his punishments. “Are scarring, I still want them. It hurts, and it’s terrible but it’s not forever and you most certainty don’t have to be alone whilst feeling them. Now, I know I’ve failed to notice, but Maze you’ve also been very distant. We know you’re hurting, but you’ve not told anyone why…I mean, I wasn’t ever aware you have feelings for my brother any more.”

“Yes, well, it wasn’t exactly surrounded by finer and a very expensive view.” Views in hell didn’t work the same as here, all of it looked the same.Black, bleak and endless. Hardly something he’d ever want to wake up to. “-and it’s a lot easier to make a blanket fort on the floor than a bed.” Lucifer chides her, slipping out of his jacket and carefully folding it beside him before all but greedily hugging Maze into place. Or rather how they used to lie, side on side, huddled together with less an inch between them. She mostly talked to his sternum, and he the crown of her head, but Lucifer made the point of moving do a bit. Making it so his knees came under her own, so that they were eye to eye now. “See, that’s better than before.”

“Fair enough.” He drawls, catching that split second of something in her eyes; hurt, maybe? Lucifer looks around, not feeling the scene they were in. It didn’t suit the new Maze and her pain. So he concentrated, on the type of thing she could find comfortable before all this. Before the human world at all, and quickly decides. Grabbing her hand,he doesn’t say anything merely moves them upstairs and leaves her momentarily to gather what he needs.

It doesn’t take more than a heart beat, and when he returns, he carrying every single pillow and blanket he owns. “Do you remember, before, when we first met?” He pushes many of the blankets onto his floor, starts dragging bar stools into it, and it isn’t before long before it takes shape. A blanket fort of pure black silk and thick fur. “Hell was cold, and lonely and the parties boring. You and I used to sneak away and hide. We’d curl up in the dark and just talk. I can’t recreate my bed in hell, but this sort of works, yeah? Dark, enclosed and silky.” He kicks off his shoes and crawls into his make-shift nest. 

“Yes, Of course.” He follows, quickly signally to the nearest bartender to service Maze. “Now, usually a good night with you includes several warm bodies of varying genders and possibly a good fight, but that doesn’t seem to suit you as much these days.” That he has notice, before where’d she practically beg or throw a party at his face she’s stopped. Sticking either at home with Trixie or off on a bounty. “Do you do something else now?”

“Fantastic!” He latches onto her deal, eager and eyes only a little bit wet. He figures him crying won’t help her change her mind. “A night one hundred percent for Maze.” He makes not-ironic finger guns at her in attempt to dispel the awkward air. “How about a drink first, hm?”

“I know that.” Lucifer admits, gaze hard. Hoping that she can see how serious he’s taking this. “You have never been just a fall back. Never Maze, because makes it sound like I’ve only seen you as such.” He dares to step forward, “You have been since the start, we have done everything together, every sin explored. All the rules even I am suppose to follow, you have willingly broke.” Some with more consequences than others, “I have asked you, begged you to cut my wings off and you did. I never thought of you as fall back because you’ve only ever been at my side, and thats where I assumed you knew you were…I have seen now, that is not the case, and I’m sorry for that. I don’t want you to leave because of how I have treated you, when you do deserve far more, but please…if you’d let me, I’d like to try.”

It takes him too long to snap out of it -Maze could leave a punch with her fist, but it turns out her words can be twice as deadly. Stunned by her emotional response, Lucifer carefully stands. Time moves slowly, he doesn’t deny it. Since meeting the Detective, Lucifer’s attention has been more and more given. Perhaps Maze had always been against that (She was right, it’s cost him a lot and made things muddled, and if he’s honest it’s not been worth it. Three years in Chloe doesn’t believe, the fact she’s a miracle nothing but a non consented punishment.) -but there was always some sort of understanding between them. Maze was his partner. With far more depth and history than any other in his life. His brother’s could not begin to, his parents obviously weren’t and all of humanity wrote him off long ago.

He thought she knew that, unsaid because, well why wouldn’t she know?

He gets it now, because she’s spelled it out, that all this change, to him and her had left her exposed to doubt. Maze of old was a demon, no ability to express a doubt because confidence and lack of fuck to give about anything didn’t suit her. 

Feeling utterly like a wanker, the second he snap back to the world he’s moving out. Using his wings to make him appear before her, the street just out side the club. “Maze. Please, don’t go.not like this.”

He should be furious, he liked that shirt, but in the end he’s so flushed with want that he’s only amused. Maze is petty and vicious and it’s strangely endearing to him. “Who are we to talk of fairness?” Lucifer whispers, grinning as he feels her cover his chest. Somewhere along the way she bites and he moans, the sound desperate and slightly choked. It’s been too long since he’s been treated like this; not gently, not unfamiliar nor curiously. Maze knows him, and knows his weak spots. She’s been made to protect them, but in the heat of sex, when she’s pressing her tongue and teeth into his flesh that gets twisted. It’s a fight to get her dress off, to tear at her knicks until there’s nothing left. For every second he has to use both hands, he always comes back to her cunt, sliding in and curling up, being cruel with how much he gives her once and stealing it away just as quick. Smearing her wetness along the outside of her hips, where ever he can grab.

He can taste the anger on her, and that only makes him want more. Lucifer squeezed her hip tighter, nails biting into her flesh through the dress she still wore. The harder she seeks to punish him via touch and lips, the harder he gets. Arousal masking any confusion he might have; there was too much between them, she could be angry and he would be blind until she screamed it out. If this was how she wanted to seek her vengeance, he was willing to let her try. Never let it be said he wasn’t a giver, but he wouldn’t make it easy. With a broken growl, he gathers her up, pushes her to the floor and covers her, hiking her legs up over his hips and capturing her wrists with one hands. “Impatient.” He drawls, knowing his eyes were red but being too between the borders of man and not to stop. Lucifer cups her cunt, clever long fingers pushing aside her knickers and delving in. She’s so wet that she takes two fingers easily, and a third shortly after with only a slight hitch of breath. “See, not fair is it?” He purrs, tilting his hand higher and roughly rubbing his palm until her clit. “We haven’t even started to play with our friend, or have you forgotten?”