sword_breaker | Myth!AU - In The Shadows

Matthieu can’t help the small smile when he glances over at Lucifer. There was the usual confidence that naturally played into refined smugness but here it’s uplifting the affection until the man almost radiates it. It’s reassuring even when he already knows how much Lucifer cares. The arm around the waist only adds to the warmth blooming in his chest.

“I know. You say so enough but still I can be dumb about things,” he assures, shaking his head. A kiss pressed to Lucifer’s shoulder. “Your fun is quite fine. Thank you for the reassurance though.”

He hums softly, smirking. “You must be playing nice though knowing I could outmatch you.” He definitely can’t actually. That doesn’t mean he won’t joke so.

"You can, but that doesn't mean I should get under your skin anyways. You're my partner, I want to see the best in you and to do right by you." It's true, he knows how fragile Mattheiu's confidence can be and he's made it his personal goal to try and fix some of the damage that had been done. He wants his reaper to shine, to know how important he really is, and to know how much he means to the devil.

But if Mattheiu wants to joke, he can certainly take that and run with it. "Oh you outmatch me in many things, darling. Cross my heart. You could have me on my knees with just a word, and I daresay there isn't another soul alive or dead that could accomplish such a thing."

He glances down, shifting his weight from foot to foot for a moment. The soft clink of ice against glass during a break in the music while he swirls the contents of his drink. "I guess when you put it like that, yea. You tend to sort of prod when making cracks and it isn't the most gentle at times. At the same time you can also be rather prolific with compliments so it's an understatement to say that there are only some times with mixed signals."

Lucifer wanted him to be honest and well he can be. Hopefully without any major cost to the night. Though they were both what people would call adults so talks tend to go better than not.

"I don't think there's much that I can. You're a lot more business savy, a wonderful musician that outclass many, and stronger than you give yourself credit for," he points out. "Getting you on your knees is only good for when the bedroom is involved even then I just...ask."

“Then I shall have to learn to be gentle.” His tone is light, accepting, because what he’s said is the truth. He wants Mattheiu to know how important he is, but he doesn’t want to cause the man any undo angst. It’s good to hear, actually, because it means that he can take steps to change his own behaviour, to make sure that he’s doing the best he can by his reaper.

He flashes a grin to his partner, gently tracing small circles with his thumb over the material of Mattheiu’s belt. It’s a soothing touch, meant to fight back any anxiety or concern the man may have, because even as insatiable as he is Lucifer can still recognize the time and place for everything.

“See, that’s it though, darling. If you asked, right here, right now, I would be on my knees for you. Not even in any dirty sense, just to take a knee for you and you alone. I wouldn’t do that for anyone else, you’re the only person that has that power over me. Whatever you ask for, I want to grant it.”

Matthieu looks at Lucifer, gauging whether or not it was simply false promises to get him to not fuss further. Yet he’s aware deep down that the man doesn’t spread falsehoods. Even more so he wouldn’t in regards to himself. “I know that you can. I’d appreciate any and all effort.”

He shotguns the rest of his drink, grimacing briefly at the burn. Relax. He can do that. However the words catch him and he fumbles at the gravity of them.

“I don’t want power over you. I especially don’t always assume it’s sex with you. You’re more than that to me. Always were.”

It's an effort that he's going to strive to make. His reaper deserves only the best, and Lucifer will be damned (ha) if he ever allows himself to put any undo stress on the man that holds his heart. There's a moment of concern when Mattheiu downs the rest of his drink, but he trusts his reaper and he pushes it back for the time being in favor of leaning in to nose at the man's temple.

"That's why you have the power," he murmurs, "because you're the only one that would never take advantage of that. I trust you with it, because I'm yours and will always be."

The empty glass is placed onto a passing attendant’s tray before he lets his nerves call for a refill. He can pace himself fine without destroying everything he’s worked towards. There were other ways of calming his nerves which slowly click into action in the back of his mind.

He hrms softly, “It’s weird to think that someone could do that, take advantage. You always seem to have the know of everything. I’m honored though.”

“All I ask is that at some point we try a dance,” he muses. “How’s that for a request?”

"That, I can do." There's a small spark of pride that blooms in his chest when he sees Mattheiu relinquish his glass; he knows that his reaper has had troubles before, and this is a step in the right direction.

Placing a soft kiss to his temple, Lucifer gently reaches out to take Mattheiu's hand and brings it to his lips in order to plant a soft kiss on his knuckles. "Let me ditch this drink and I'd love to."

His own glass is left on a counter somewhere before he's tugging at his reaper's hand to lead him through the crowd.

He raises a brow with a soft ‘oh?’ being mouthed before noticing the drink being discarded. The kisses momentarily distract him, leaving him pleasantly dumbfounded as he’s finally rugged along. “I-But I just had gotten you that drink,” he laughs.

The reaper excuses them with a scattering of sheepish apologies. Music drawing louder getting him to smile but most of the happiness was not at its proximity but rather at the chance of dancing with a partner.

"You did, and I'm grateful for it," he replies with a cheeky grin, "but I'll be damned if I'm going to let an opportunity to spend time with my reaper pass by."

There's a hint of laughter when he comes to the word 'damned', a roll of his eyes that shows just what he thinks of that turn of phrase, but as they make their way to the dancefloor he's far more interested in pulling Mattheiu close and slipping a hand around his waist. Dancing he can do, and he's more than willing to show the rest of the gala just how devoted he is to his reaper.

"Seriously? You had to go with that?" The tease is light as in the end it didn't matter much to the reaper if the drink had been forgotten. No it was much better to focus on the ridiculous choice of wording. That and the charming devil pulling him in close. "Is it an occupation thing to choose those kinds of sayings?"

He settles a hand on Lucifer's shoulder, settling into the proper starting position easily. "You're rather fond of that whole 'my' bit too. What have I gotten myself into letting you get away with that nowadays," he muses.

“But of course!” His grin is just as bright as ever and there’s a hint of mischief reflected back in his eyes as he laces their fingers together to complete the set, “life gives you lemons, all of that. Well, in this case it’s ‘life gives you hellfire’ but the sentiment is the same, right?”

It doesn’t matter who’s around them, the throngs of other couples slowly swaying to the music that filters through, he only has eyes for Mattheiu. “And I don’t think that you let me get away with anything. I have it on good knowledge that you like it when I call you mine.”

The room almost brightens with that cocksure grin of Lucifer's, Matthieu swears by that especially what with the ever rising appreciation for the man's affection as much as confidence. He may be known to be a troublemaker but he cared fiercely and the reaper embraces it. However of course said mischief earns a scoff of a laugh from him.

"Life gives you hellfire, make what? Lemons can be made into lemonade but what about hellfire then?"

He moves about the floor at the lead of Lucifer, adjusting when needed. "Hrm maybe a thing or two. But you're not wrong. Remember the first time I let you though. Don't think my hotel neighbors were very pleased."

Lowering his head, Lucifer presses a gentle kiss to Mattheiu's temple as they sway to the music. Getting to spend time with his reaper like this, so intimately, calms the fire in his veins and soothes him. Mattheiu himself does that, really, and it's a testament to how deeply he's fallen for the man. "I suppose when life gives you hellfire, you give life hell back."

He snickers at his own little joke, swaying with his reaper as the rest of the world disappears. Mattheiu is the only thing important to him now, after all. "I think they were just jealous, darling. Jealous that I'm lucky enough to call you mine."

"Oh ok. Guess I'll have to remember that one," Matthieu chuckles, letting his check rest against Lucifer's shoulder for a moment. There was something to be said about how his luck has a knack for working out in weird ways. Meeting let alone courting the devil takes the cake by far...though really Lucifer was the one doing most of the courting. Especially with such ridiculous musings.

He glances around with a low hum. No one cared as much about who was who dancing which was a relief. "I think it was mostly the loud noises but that was one of them, yes."

"Well, like I said, jealousy," he teases quietly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Mattheiu's temple. He can remember the night oh so well, and it's something that he's terribly grateful for. His second chance, the ability to make things right....all of it had coalesced and now he's here, entwined with his reaper and there's nowhere else in all of the worlds he'd rather be. "I love you, deeply, my darling."

He laughs softly at the gentleness of the kiss as much as the tease of jealousy. Maybe he should relent some and accept that he was a source of such frustrations to others. Especially with how wonderful the devil turned out to be as a partner. Charming, considerate...mostly, caring beyond words...

Matthieu however blinks at the next few words. What? Did he hear right? His footwork suffers briefly while his mind scrutinizes and double checks that yes he did hear that. Lucifer loves him. By the gods Lucifer loves him.

He’s left gaping, trying to find his words before just dumbly smiling.

Mattheiu loses his grace for a moment, stepping out of time and it takes Lucifer a moment before he's sure that the man isn't going to trip and fall. Immediately there's a flash of concern that radiates through him, and he's making an attempt to steer them away from the crowd so that he can make sure his reaper is alright.

"Mattheiu, darling?" There's a touch of worry in his voice as he tries to navigate the both of them through the throngs of people, "I didn't think I was that bad a dance partner."

It's a joke, he has to make light of the situation because he's concerned.

"Oh no it's fine. My bad. Just a mild trip up on my part."

His confidence falters at the avid concern that meets him after they retreat from the thick of the dancing. Did he not hear right? There was a chance that something else could've been said. Maybe he should play it safe. No. Matthieu wanted to know for certain perhaps even hear it again if so.

Mouth having gone dry, he swallows before focusing on Lucifer's jacket. "You ugh. Never heard you say that before." He regrets putting it like that. Steeling his nerves, Matthieu glances up at Lucifer. "I love you too."

"Oh." It'd slipped out, but he'd meant it in the truest sense of everything. He did love Mattheiu, deeper than he could express, but it'd never been something that he's been able to put into words. Not that he didn't want to, just that he'd never been sure off the right time to do so.

Apparently this was the time. It had come naturally, after all. "I- I should say it more often then, I think."

His tone is low, amused, "I love you, Mattheiu Durant."

His face falls at the hesitation because maybe he had been wrong and jumped the gun enough that this would be an awkward mess. How fitting that it would happen on the dance floor once more. Ironic beyond a doubt. Still he tries to save face by glancing away and focusing on any others that packed the floor, watching them flit about while he tries to ignore the nagging regret tightening his throat.

He barely catches the next uttering of the words. Pinpricks at the corner of his eyes which gets him to haphazardly wipe one of his eyes on his shoulder. "I ugh yea. I love you, incredibly and undeniably so, Lucifer Morningstar."

Fingers slip beneath Mattheiu's chin, tilting his head up gently so that Lucifer can reach over and wipe away the faint prick of tears that are gathering in his reaper's eyes. There's nothing more to be said between them, anything else would break the spell that's come over everything, and so instead he leans in and tenderly kisses the man. The world around them all but disappears, narrowed down to the feel of Mattheiu against him and the lightness in his chest at knowing now, for certain, that he'd be free to love his reaper with no restraint. Damn the rest of the world, he'd go to the ends of the Earth for Mattheiu.

He falls into the kiss, losing himself with the gentle affection until all that remains is his partner here beside him. His hand reaches up to bury in Lucifer’s hair while encouraging the kiss because for once he isn’t afraid to let down that final barrier and doubt, to fully accept someone into his life without regret. He wasn’t worried of failing as Lucifer would be there to catch him, he’s sure of it.

Pulling away slowly, Matthieu, thankfully, doesn’t allow himself to become a mess of feelings. “I couldn’t be more happy that you came,” he murmurs against the collar of Lucifer’s jacket.

"Well, now I wouldn't have missed it for the world," he answers softly, reaching up to bury a hand in Mattheiu's hair to gently soothe him. It's the truth, and there's such a sense of contentment as they sway together, the rest of the party forgotten. No one else mattered, after all, just his reaper in his arms and the shared affections between them.

"Next time maybe err on the side of caution when it comes to events such as this. They tend to make announcements of guests and their dates," Matthieu chides but it holds no real bite to it. He shifts his hand down to simply rest atop of Lucifer's shoulder while he glances down at their feet.

He sighs, "fancy footwork I suppose. I'll give you that."

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