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The Cape Rouge, Monday Evening

Sunday had been Date Night for Lucifer and Octavia, as always. On Monday, Lucifer had gotten it into his head he wanted to do something for Duke. 'Something' had turned out to be a nice home-cooked meal and some time out on the water.

And while Lucifer had contemplated taking the show to his house, as he did with Octavia-- something within him had craved... well, this.

The gentle sway of the water beneath the boat - permanent background radiation now of his life - lulling him into an easy calm as he flopped over onto his back on the bed, still catching his breath. "I can't believe how much I like this bed," he mumbled, inanely.

He'd make sense of it in a moment.

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. . . That sounded fairly unperfect actually.

“God,” Duke said softly. “I really want to give that to her.”

Not because of the actual circumstances.

"If anyone can, it's you," Lucifer said, and utterly failed to sound like anything but a lovesick fool. (He blamed the feeling of Duke's skin against his.)

“Nah,” Duke said, and pushed himself up to kiss Lucifer properly. “Not by myself.”

Lucifer's hand slid back up into Duke's hair, and he let himself be distracted by the kiss for a moment.

"Are you saying it takes two of us to handle Octavia?" he teased softly.

“Yes,” Duke said firmly. “I’m taking it takes both of us to make her the best Tavi she can be.”

"Suppose that's fair," Lucifer murmured. He brushed some hair away from Duke's face, studying his eyes. "I rather need the both of you, too."

“Yeah?”

Duke knew it was true, but he still liked to hear it.

"Yes," Lucifer said softly, his hand settling against Duke's cheek. "I don't mind that you're fishing for it, either," he teased. "I do need you quite a bit."

Duke chuckled and buried his face in Lucifer’s shoulder again. “Good. I, uh. Might still be worried you’ll get tired of me.”

Lucifer let out a soft, incredulous huff. "I sincerely doubt I ever will," he murmured. "The way I feel about you right now... the way I felt about you that weekend..."

“I know,” Duke assured him. “I’m — I usually know. Linda would probably say something about learning how to trust.”

"I don't mind telling you over and over again, darling," Lucifer said. He pressed a kiss to the top of Duke's head. "I've seen you at your worst. And at your best. And I am quite happy with the entire package."

Duke pressed his face harder into Lucifer's skin, then kissed it to cover.

"I don't know how," he said. "But -- I'm really glad."

Lucifer sighed, wrapping his arms tighter around him. "You know you're more than enough just as you are."

Duke squeezed his eyes shut as they started to burn. He did. He did.

He tried to, anyway.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too," Lucifer whispered.

His fingers began to run through Duke's hair. Soothingly.

Not that he'd noticed anything, or anything.

Of course not. Duke was very good at pretending!

Duke sighed into his shoulder, breathing steadily until he stopped feeling as much like he might burst into tears at any moment.

(So am I supposed to comfort you now?)

"I want to try for it," he said finally. "For that future."

Lucifer nodded slowly. "I do too," he said. "Though I've got bugger all idea how to, exactly."

"Other than running away to the Bahamas right now?"

"Tempting," Lucifer said. "Though I think Octavia would prefer something a bit more woodsy at this stage."

"True," Duke mused. "She'd miss the Preserve like crazy. And you only just opened your club."

He pushed upright with a jerk, staring down at Lucifer's face.

". . . The Bahamas is my perfect future."

... Well hello there, vertigo. "What?" Lucifer said, confused, as he stared up at Duke.

"You don't want to spend forever in the Bahamas," Duke said, twisting to sit upright and shoving his hand through his hair. "Octavia wants forests, not palm beaches. You two . . . gave up what you wanted. For me."

Lucifer expelled a loud sigh. "Not to the extent that it warrants this level of drama," he said. He reached for Duke. "Lay back down."

Duke didn't pull away, but he didn't lay back down, either.

"I didn't even notice. Were you two just . . . resenting me the whole time?"

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