Lucifer’s Inhibitions

Lucifer’s Inhibitions – Part Two

Author: ToInsanitysEnd (Aka LuciferxDamien)
Rating: 18+
Pairing: LuciferxDamien
Genre: Romance
Summary: Lucifer has been making Damien wear a blindfold during sex for quite some time now, and he refuses tell Damien why he insists on it, but Damien is determined to find out why...
Disclaimer: All the characters do not belong to be me unless specified. I make no profit from characters that are not mine. Original characters are mine and may NOT be used, at all. This is my own work, and anyone that steals it will face my horrible terrible wrath of doom. I have minions, and they like to hurt people, with whips and other fun things. If I find that anyone has taken my ideas, you will not like the consequences.
Author’s Note: Oh my…Is that porn AND plot I see? Well, I hope it comes off as plot, cause that’s what I was trying for. I also hope that this is as good as the first part, because everyone really seemed to like this. It just gets more and more blasphemous from here, so you have been warned!

Jumbled letters are Lucifer’s and Damien’s ‘secret’ language heard by anyone not them. Text in “quotes and italics” is their secret language heard and spoken by them. Text in ‘single quotes and italics’ are thoughts.
Fandom: Original

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Several Days Later…

“Michael, when do the new angels arrive?” Damien asked the platinum blonde that stood on the other side of his desk as he stood up.

Most of the other angels were nervous and edgy around Damien, feeling that they needed to be absolutely perfect in his presence. Michael and the other six archangels, however, treated him like any other angel. They just gave him extreme respect, given their positions.

“They’re arriving now, sir. The ceremonies shall begin in about forty-five minutes. I recommend that you start getting…” Something caught Michael’s eye, causing him to stop speaking mid-sentence. The something that Michael saw was a pair of bodiless arms, clad in fishnet looking material, floating around his boss’ torso.

There were many rings on the hands; three on the right and four on the left hand. Michael looked carefully at the rings. The right pinky ring was a black skull with sapphires for eyes. On the middle finger was a large silver dragon that wrapped around the finger; the head was large enough to hold one-half carat amethyst stones in each eye. The thumb had a simple black band around it with a Celtic design.

As for the left hand, the pinky held a long rectangle emerald that extended nearly to the knuckle, the silver mounting shaped like a broken crystal cluster. A cross with an oval border of dragons was on the index, and a raven’s claw clutching a black onyx stone adorned the thumb.

All of the rings looked rather gaudy and Michael was sure that he’d seen them before, but the one that really stood out was the large platinum ring fitted with a massive, 10 carat, cushion cut ruby, that had four 1 carat sapphires inlaid at the corners. The ring looked very similar to the one that Damien wore, only his main stone was sapphire, and the smaller gems rubies.

Damien looked up from the document he was reading to see why Michael had stopped talking. He followed the archangel’s gaze, but knew what had silenced Michael when he was hugged from behind by a fully materialized Lucifer.

Michael may have been able to see Damien as a relatively normal angel, but Lucifer was another story all together. Even before he became the devil, Lucifer had always crept Michael out, but now that he was the ruler of Hell, he just exuded a ‘bad’ feeling that went far beyond the meaning of the word. Michael had no idea how Damien could stand to be near him, let alone be his lover.

Lucifer placed a kiss on Damien’s temple before resting his chin on top of the golden one’s head. He pulled Damien flush against his body, not caring that Michael was there. “Hello darling.”

Damien was tall, but Lucifer had at least eight inches on him, without shoes. Lucifer had to stoop a little in order to rest his chin on Damien’s head, Michael noticed. He was trying to find a good time to announce his exit. It would be far too rude of him to just leave without saying something, no matter how awkward or uncomfortable he felt. Many of the other angels, and even some of the archangels, thought Michael too polite, stuffy, and a stickler for the rules.

Michael was stuck, waiting to be dismissed, and it seemed that he’d been completely forgotten. Damien had his eyes closed as he listened to Lucifer speak in some language that only the two of them knew. He noticed that Lucifer had decided on shoulder length hair, an unusual length for him, half of it pulled back into a pony tail, the other half left down, with bangs that were in the dark god’s eyes. The fishnet shirt he wore disturbed Michael, as he was sure that his nipples could be seen through it. His pants, for once, were normal…ish; they were dark-wash jeans, ripped in several places (that seemed to be the current fashion in the mortal realm) and were extremely low cut, held up by a single spiky belt that had to be hurting Damien, considering how close they were.

Lucifer moved his head to whisper something in Damien’s ear. As if he could even understand them! Michael noticed when the eerie devil moved that he was wearing one of his chokers with ‘L&D’ on it, studded with garnets. No one in Heaven or Hell, except the two currently making out in front of him, knew what it meant. He looked down, trying to look anywhere but at the gods and saw that Lucifer had to be wearing the flattest, plainest boots he owned, because he knew what the devil usually wore, and it made him cringe.

Apparently he actually cringed, because the two stopped sucking face and looked at him. Michael could feel the blood rush to his face, and he wished he had just left ten minutes ago, but no, he just HAD to wait to be dismissed.

Lucifer put his chin back on top of Damien’s head, and said something in that funny language, looking right at Michael, “Hyw si Michael tilsl rehe? Oeds eh tge fof no atwcngi soreth akem uto?”

The only thing Michael understood was his name, and he did not like the way that Lucifer had said it.

Damien smiled up at Lucifer and lightly tapped the metal clad hands on his stomach. “ Onw, onw. Tdno easet. Seh ustj wollngifo het urles.” Again with that language!

“Michael,” Damien called softly. “You may go now. I’ll meet you at the ceremonies.”

Finally! Michael bowed and walked as calmly and quickly as he could out the door, absolutely mortified by the time he was in the hallway. He leaned against the wall opposite the doors for several minutes, trying to regain his composure. ‘I really need to see Tetheus.’ Michael thought to himself, feeling more than a little hot from watching his boss and Lucifer kissing.

While leaning on the wall, Michael heard footsteps echoing off of the marble walls. A few minutes later he saw that it was Raphael coming down the hallway, with business for God no doubt.

“Don’t go in there Raphael…Lucifer is here for a nooner.”

Raphael looked at Michael, then at the double doors and was tempted to take a peek, but he knew Lucifer wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if he did. “Are you alright, Michael?”

Their conversation was cut short as they heard Damien moan, loudly. They both took off in opposite directions, not wanting Lucifer to catch them eavesdropping outside the door.

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Earlier that day in Hell…

Lucifer had been avoiding Damien for almost a week, not knowing how to deal with the ‘blindfold’ situation. Luckily, it was one of Hell’s busiest times of the year, so he had the excuse of being too busy to see Damien…Hopefully Damien would buy that…

For the past five days Lucifer had avoided as many of his officials as he could, and neglected to go to almost all of his meetings. He just paced around his room, making Tetheus, his right hand man, dizzy as he ventured into his lord’s room.

“Lucifer…Why don’t you just talk to him?” Tetheus asked. They had been best friends back in Heaven, and Lucifer freely let Tetheus call him by name.

Lucifer was endeared by Tetheus’ informality with him. Almost all of the other demons and fallen angels in Hell either feared, hated, or thought he was the coolest thing since mp3 players. Lucifer liked that he was feared and laughed at those who hated him, while torturing them of course, but the ones that followed him around, thinking they were cool enough to be in his presence were truly unbearable. He shook his head and answered his friend. “You know it’s not that easy…I don’t want to ruin things this time. It took four-thousand years to convince him to give me a second chance. He isn’t going to give me another one if I fuck it up this time.”

“I know…But not talking isn’t going to make things better.” Tetheus imparted. His boots tapped on the black marble floors as he walked to Lucifer’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder. No one knew his lord’s struggles like Tetheus did, and though he knew that no one but Damien could fix this problem, he still had to try to comfort Lucifer.

It was the sixth day and Lucifer couldn’t take it anymore; he had to be with Damien. Lucifer squeezed the hand on his shoulder before walking out onto the balcony attached to his bedroom. He found Damien’s aura signature and started to teleport himself there, purposely manifesting himself slowly to scare anyone that might be around.

Once fully manifested, he slowly wrapped his arms around his angel’s body. He placed a kiss on Damien’s temple before resting his chin on top of the golden-haired head, stooping a little because of their height difference. “Hello darling.” He said, ignoring Michael.

Damien replied back in their own secret language. “Hello, love.”

Lucifer loved using the language only they knew, especially when others were around. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come see you sooner…It’s the busiest time of the year, for both of us.” Damien closed his eyes, nodding in agreement as he put his hands on top of Lucifer’s.

The dark god pulled the light god closer to him. Damien felt the spiky belt Luci had on, but more than that, felt something hard pressing into his back.

“All of my officials have been making me go to meetings…It’s brutal, and I need new hiding spots from them.” That was mostly true, except for the actually going to the meetings part, but if Damien bought it, who was he to complain?

Damien sighed in acknowledgement, knowing full well how stressful it was to get new angels in Heaven, and new demons in Hell. At first he thought Lucifer might have been lying about going to his meetings, but then he thought about how his devious lover hadn’t escaped to Heaven until just now. Damien figured there must have been some truth to Lucifer’s story if he had to run to Heaven to get some peace from his officials.

Lucifer leaned down to whisper something, still using their language. “I’m going to kiss you, right now, and you’d better kiss back.”

Damien looked up at Lucifer, confused, why wouldn’t he kiss back? Then he heard rustling and remembered that Michael was still in the room, he had been so lost in thought that he forgot about the archangel. He saw that the markings on Lucifer’s face were purple while his nails were red, which was odd because they almost always matched…Except when Lucifer was very worried, or upset. Damien didn’t have time to think anymore before soft lips were pressed to his. The two gods were still facing the same way, making the kiss slightly awkward. Wanting a deeper kiss, Damien turned his head as far as he could to give his lover better access.

They made out like that, fishnet clad arms still around Damien’s waist, until the ever watchful devil caught Michael cringing. Lucifer pulled away, putting his chin back on top of Damien’s head.

Damien was more than a little disappointed when he felt Lucifer’s lips leave him, but he knew his lover would never pull away without a good reason. He looked forward to see what it was that had caught Lucifer’s eye.

Both of them stared at the blushing archangel for several seconds before Lucifer asked, “Why is Michael still here? Does he get off on watching others make out? ” He purposely spoke loud, and punctuated ‘Michael’ very clearly.

Damien smiled and looked up at Lucifer, lightly tapping the hands that rested on his stomach. “Now, now. Don’t tease. He’s just following the rules.” He turned his attention to his faithful servant. “Michael,” he called softly, “You may go now. I’ll meet you at the ceremonies.”

They watched Michael leave, Lucifer slightly pleased with himself at the way the archangel had left.

“I don’t have much time…but I need you so badly right now, Damien.”

Damien turned to face Lucifer, still in the evil one’s grasp, and kissed him fiercely. Lucifer felt something bumping his leg as they kissed. He was delighted to find that he wasn’t the only one in the mood. After hurriedly getting Damien’s robes open, Lucifer pushed the lithe body back to sit on the desk. He kissed his golden beauty again before he started digging through a drawer, looking for something. “Ah! It’s a good thing you still keep some lube in here.” Lucifer exclaimed, holding up the bottle for Damien to see.

Damien giggled. “Why? Didn’t you bring some with you?”

The prince of darkness grabbed something from his back pocket. “Of course I did, but this stuff you kept in here is the kind that gets you all hot and bothered.” He smirked, loving the way Damien’s eyes grew as large as plates when he realized what brand of lube his lover had dug out of the drawer.

“You planted that here!” Damien accused.

Lucifer just chuckled as he sucked on one of his riled lover’s nipples and tweaked the other. “I did no such thing.” He defended, blowing cold air on the wet nipple.

“Nnn…Don’t lie…” Damien murmured, melting into Lucifer’s exquisite touch.

Of course Lucifer had hid in the drawer, knowing full well that they would be doing it in Damien’s office sooner or later. “Ah! I would never lie! And I would certainly never leave such a *Naughty* thing here…” He fibbed as he flipped Damien over. Silk robes covered Damien’s backside, so they were moved, to hang off of the wearer’s right side. Then Lucifer removed all of his rings, including the large ruby one, and put them in the top drawer; he didn’t want to hurt his angel when he prepped him.

“Yes you would…and you did to-OOOO!” Damien tried to accuse again, but his voice went an octave higher, moaning loudly, and losing all thoughts as Lucifer stuck a finger inside of him, heavily coated in the *Naughty* lubricant. Every time they used that lube, Damien lost control almost immediately, giving in completely to his desires. He pushed back on the finger, wanting something much bigger.

Lucifer smirked as he watched Damien fuck himself on his finger for a moment before adding a second one, also heavily coated. He scissored his fingers widely, preparing the tight entrance for his sizable organ.

Damien stopped moving and let Lucifer do what was needed so he could feel that delicious cock inside of him. He moaned and gasped in pleasure, the pain nearly non-existent.

A third finger was lubed and pushed into Damien’s loosening passage. It burned a little at first, but Lucifer knew to keep his fingers still until he felt Damien relax. He moved his fingers around, searching for the nub that was Damien’s ultimate pleasure point, and fount it making the angel moan and thrust his hips back violently.

“I want you in me…” Damien begged as he firmly braced himself against the desk, head slightly down, legs spread invitingly open. He wiggled his hips to get his intentions across, making the silk robes bunched at his elbows and hanging to his side sway, seemingly trying to seduce Lucifer as well.

As Lucifer pulled his fingers out, he undid his belt, pants, and zipper. Having gone commando, he easily pulled his aching member out. With more than enough lube applied, Lucifer positioned himself at Damien’s entrance, the lube dripping off onto the floor.

Wanting Lucifer to push that thick rod in, Damien pushed back, the slick head slipping in. He let out a soft moan, waiting for the rest the length to be pushed in.

Lucifer thrust forward, his entire length gliding into Damien’s tight passage effortlessly. The joining made Lucifer groan as Damien let out a sharp cry. He pressed his body on top of the angel’s back, bracing himself on the desk as he struggled to control the sensations that shot through his body.

“Fuck me!” Damien demanded when Lucifer didn’t ravish him straight away. The lube was making him dizzy and hot with lust.

“You’re not the one calling the shots here, dear.” Lucifer chided. Though he may have wanted nothing more than to pound ruthlessly into the body beneath him, the lubricant was also working its’ wonders on him, making it difficult to control the urge to come. He knew this wasn’t going to take long, but Lucifer still wanted to make it last as long as possible.

Damien groaned, the building heat in his body becoming almost unbearable. He started to turn his head to kiss his devil when black silk suddenly covered his eyes. Before he could complain, Lucifer started moving.

Lucifer wasn’t planning on using the blindfold, but when Damien suddenly started turning his head, he panicked and covered the god’s green eyes. Silk tightly fastened, he grabbed Damien’s hips and started thrusting, no longer able to control himself.

The pleasure was so intense that Damien didn’t care about the blindfold. He laid his body fully on the desk, giving his lover full access to ravish him however he wanted.

Reaching around, pushing the hanging robes out of his way, Lucifer seized Damien’s leaking shaft, hand still liberally coated with the *Naughty* lube, pumping it quickly. Moans and gasps filled the room as Lucifer pounded into the tight ass around his cock, Damien pushing back to meet him halfway.

The gasps and moans Damien emitted became louder, and turned to howling on the verge of his climax. Lucifer started grunting and growling deeply, moving his hand around Damien’s dick faster. The high angel came with a loud moan, clamping around Lucifer as the devil still thrusted. As Damien’s cum shot over his hand, warm and sticky, Lucifer grabbed Damien’s hips with both hands again as he buried his cock in Damien, throwing his head back, and letting out a throaty moan feeling his fluid gush into his lover.

Lucifer collapsed onto Damien, their breathing labored as they came down from their powerful orgasms. Pulling out slowly after a few minutes, Lucifer fell back into a chair that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Damien willed his body to turn and face his lover, still unable to see because of the blindfold, and sat on his desk with slight discomfort.

Damien heard some rustling then the sound of a zipper before he sensed something moving toward his head. He caught Lucifer’s hand that was moving to untie the blindfold, and started licking the cum off the fingers. Lucifer moaned, Damien knew that the devil liked watching him suck on things.

“Do you like the taste of yourself on me?” Lucifer asked, moving closer to Damien. His answer was Damien taking the long middle and ring fingers all the way into his mouth, licking and sucking them lazily until they were clean. But Damien wouldn’t let go of his hand; he started placing delicate kisses on the palm when Lucifer asked, “Don’t you want me to take the blindfold off?”

Damien reluctantly let go of the hand and let Lucifer remove the blindfold. He slowly opened his eyes, the room brighter than he remembered. He looked at Lucifer, and saw for the first time that he was wearing a fishnet shirt, his nipples displayed prominently. “Please don’t tell me you were walking around Hell with that ‘shirt’ on?”

Lucifer chuckled, ‘figures that’d be the first thing he says to me.’ “Of course not! Do you know how many demons and devils would jump me?”

Damien smiled at his cocky lover, then took the silk blindfold out of the devil’s hand. It was very soft to the touch, and he smirked when he saw the mark in the center of it; it was the same mark on Lucifer’s face. “Lucifer,” Damien said a little sadly. “Will you tell me why you insist upon using a blindfold?”

The devil shifted uncomfortably when Damien took the blindfold from him. The tone in the high angel’s voice made him cringe; it was filled with a sadness he had hoped he’d never have to hear again. He still hadn’t figured out what he was going to say to Damien, but he knew that whatever it was, he wasn’t going to say it here. Standing up, he took the silk back and kissed Damien’s forehead. “I have meetings to attend, and I’m sure I’ve made you late for something…” Lucifer said, distance in his voice as he moved away from his lover.

Damien grabbed Lucifer’s left hand and kissed the place where the ruby ring should have been before trying to pull the distraught devil toward him. Tugging until Lucifer stood in front of him, Damien tried to kiss him more deeply, but only got a peck on the lips before Lucifer pulled back. Damien wrapped his arms around the lean body before him, determined to not let go until they talked and resolved the problem.

“I have to go, Damien…Tetheus will be upset if I’m gone much longer, and Hell will be in an uproar if I don’t attend these meetings…” Lucifer told his lover sullenly, hoping Damien would let go. When the angel made no effort to release him, he sighed and enveloped himself in black flames. The flames weren’t meant to hurt Damien, but to transport Lucifer back to Hell.

Once Lucifer was gone, Damien loosely pulled his robes over himself, and said quietly, “For being the Prince of Lies…you really are a bad liar, Luci…”