sword_breaker | Myth!AU - In The Shadows

[Second Part to the Myth AU!~]

"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."

"You love it, and you love me." He's grinning, cheshire, as he says it because it's true, isn't it? Mattheiu loves him. He loves his reaper back wholeheartedly, and it shows in the way he gently shushes the man, doing his best to drive all of his worries away.

"I could pull some strings, come in under the radar if you'd like. I know you aren't as fond of the spotlight."

He furrows his brow briefly at the encroaching pair that swirls nearer before vanishing off to the main throng that chokes the middle of the dance floor. Soon though he's glancing back towards that ridiculous grin and the bright eyes that draw him, stealing his focus away from all the distractions around them. A smile making a home on his face once more, "Yea, yea I do."

Matthieu shakes his head. "No it's fine really. Pretty sure everyone that did hear it thought it was a joke. But it's not what matters. I'm just being a pain because I can be."

"You're never a pain," he shakes his head, tutting under his breath as he gently chides, "and I'd much rather have a happy reaper than a dozen or so morons tripping over themselves to impress me. You're far more important."

It's the truth; for as much as Lucifer loves the limelight, he loves his reaper far more and there would be no question if Mattheiu ever asked him to step away.

"They quite literally trip over themselves sometimes," he agrees while still noting the effect that Lucifer had on those around him. A couple of the dancing pairs have stumbled over themselves when the draw catches them off guard and there's quite a bit of frustrated murmuring going on. "But I can be quite the pain. Part of the charm."

Matthieu may not be the more confident, let alone taller, between the two of them but he still manages to dip the devil. "The thing is though I don't care. You're a big deal so it's going to happen. But I'm safe in knowing that I can trust you with anything. Even a small thing as when knowing there's too much attention."

The dip brings forth a chuckle, and as Lucifer rights himself he leans in to press a kiss to Mattheiu's temple with a pleased hum. "And I trust you, darling. No matter how often there are those that try to vye for my affections they belong to one man and one man only. And that man happens to be a sharp dresser and a rather wonderful dancer if I do say so."

He's grinning against Mattheiu's skin now, he's on a roll, "a smooth talker, charismatic as anything, and oh that ass."

He's simply proud of himself for accomplishing the dip without making a fool out of himself or even worse making fools out of the both of them. The kiss isn't a reward as he gets them often enough but it certainly has that feel to it. Matthieu smiles, "You're really laying the compliments thick tonight. Pretty sure no one would argue with you cause well it's you saying it all."

Heat hits his cheeks and he presses one against Lucifer's shoulder while trying to fit the mild embarrassment. "Oh um I mean sure yea. You definitely enjoy that yup."

"My dear, I only speak the truth," his grin is wicked now as he chuckles under his breath, brushing his lips over the curve of Mattheiu's ear. "And the truth is that I enjoy so many things about you so very much.

Like your heart, the way that you're always there to listen. You passion, for your job, your music, your life. And yes, your ass, so lovely that I could write sonnets about it and never begin to express my appreciation of it."

“Oh I know,” Matthieu assures, tilting his head to the side so to raise a him. Such compliments were wonderful but he gets the nagging feeling that Lucifer is doing it for some reason. Perhaps to keep the reaper’s nerves down with all the sweet talk.

He waits for him to finish before nodding, “that’s quite the list you’ve got. Also might want to only want do some sonnets if you do. Do too many and it’s only because you like hearing your own voice and not the subject.”

"Ah, but your ass inspires such grandiose things," he smirks, leaning in close until he's able to just barely brush his lips over the shell of Mattheiu's ear. "And such naughty, naughty thoughts in me. I have to say, you look absolutely wonderful in these pants. I've been watching."

And just like that he's pulling back as if he hasn't just whispered filthy nothings into his reaper's ear. Instead he's flashing a charming smile at the man, eyes sparkling with mischief.

He chuckles under his breath, pressing close while Lucifer murmurs in his ear. Two can play that game. The music is slowly turning to something more upbeat so he chances a change in position. Twisting around, Matthieu presses his back to Lucifer’s chest while their arms adjust to rest against his stomach.

He gives a playful pushback with his hips, “I’m glad someone appreciates it so well. Giving it just the right attention.”

Oh now, that's certainly interesting. Interesting and perhaps playing a bit dirty if Lucifer is being honest, but he likes dirty and it's all he can do not to applaud his reaper's initiative as his fingers wind solidly into the man's belt loops.

"Oh darling, I'll give it as much attention as you want," he leans in again to murmur into Mattheiu's ear, giving a playful bump of his hips against his reaper's, "all you have to do is say the word."

If he wants a more memorable gala that eats the memory of before, then he’s going to loosen up more and enjoy the night. That might mean being a tad bit more ridiculous but the only opinion he cared for right now was Lucifer’s. Apparently he approved of the change in dancing position.

A low hum as he mulls it over. It fumbles into a soft laugh while he presses back into the bump. “I’ll take all the attention you’d give me,” he muses.

There's an echoed chuckle in return, fingers playing at the waistband of Mattheiu's pants as Lucifer pretends to consider his options. The pretend contemplation doesn't last long, however, as he snakes his arm around his reaper's stomach to hold him close. Damn what anyone else at the Gala would think, it didn't matter.

"Would you now?" There's an edge to his question, warm and teasing, but he doesn't mean to cause any chaos. He's just enjoying the moment, enjoying being with his partner, and enjoying the little game between them.

The tease is there but it's of a different kind, one that makes him smile rather than gasp. He lets the play linger before eventually having his hand seek out his partner's freed one and squeezing gently as they sway. The gala was merely staging, background noise and myriad of shapes, for their hallmark moment. Really he's seen a dozen brain popcorn holiday movies that have this sort going on.

He leans his head back, "I would. It'd be rude and stupid for me to deny such a thing I enjoy and cherish."

His heart skips a beat when Mattheiu's hand entwines with his own; for as much of a beacon of sin and debauchery that he was, Lucifer was always caught off guard by the sheer simplicity of such affections. It's good though, perhaps the best way that he could be surprised, and he hums his approval into his partner's temple as he presses a soft kiss there. "I enjoy that you enjoy."

It's an admission as much as it is a tease, because it's the truth: he's happiest when his reaper is happy, just by the sheer knowledge that Mattheiu deserves the best in the world. "And I will be there to constantly cherish you, never you fear."

He carefully sways them back and forth, encouraging with gentle leans and tugs without ruining the moment between the both of them. He laughs softly at the kiss, glancing back. “Glad to know that you’re favoring this night as much as I am. What’s the saying...one for the books, right?”

It was one to remember. Lucifer revealing that feelings were mutual between the two of them and well maybe the added bonus of getting rescued from boring work nonsense. “I’ll make certain to share in kind. You may scoff at it but you deserve good too.”

"For many books," he agrees, the amusement evident in his tone as he grins gently against warmed skin. It's been a night of revelations, all of them good, and one that he's certain won't fade from his memory ever. There's been something so freeing about finally letting his feelings slip, letting his reaper know just how much he really cared for him, and it's produced a certain giddiness that he's content to ride as they move together.

He laughs warmly, low and quiet, as Mattheiu continues on, and oh if his reaper only knew how much his heart had swelled with such a response. Very rarely was he used to hearing such things from anyone, and to hear them from his beloved..."Scoff I might, but whatever you deign to give, I will accept. Always from you, darling. Good or bad, though I must say I appreciate the good a little bit more."

“Many? I didn’t think you one for series.” It’s a gentle tease while he glances back at the grinning devil. Perhaps theirs would be a thrilling tale or more suitable as a warning if some people had their way with it. That’s what half of such things always go. However that would require letting people write it rather than themselves and where’s the fun in that? “I’m sure they’d make for great bodice-rippers.”

Lucifer is laughing though which even beats the lively music in what he’d rather hear. He hums contently before turning around in the embrace to gently cup Lucifer’s cheek, smiling softly up at him. “I will try my damnedest to make sure that there’s rarely the bad. I swear that to you.”

His grin goes toothy, but it's more of a good-natured thing than anything devious. There's a sparkle of mischief and amusement in his eye as he pretends to think about things for a moment or two before Mattheiu is moving and there's a hand against his cheek. Instantly the world around the both of them dissolves, the gentle pressure and warmth of skin against skin the only important thing in the midst of the dance floor.

"With you, darling," he murmurs, "even the bad is good. Because it's with you, and that's where I would prefer to be."

Is it sappy? Of course it is, but he couldn't give a damn. Instead, he's content to bask in his reaper's affections. "I must say, I'm glad that you invited me around. I wouldn't ever pass up an opportunity to show the world that I'm yours."

“I think that’s one of the sappiest things you’ve said yet. Especially for one that said he wasn’t sappy,” he teases, grinning after a chuckle. His hand drifts down to rest on Lucifer’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind hearing more of that kind.”

He shakes his head. “Even if you couldn’t come, I still would’ve invited you for the rest. You like your showing off and I only want you here. To have a good holiday that you’ve made amazing.”

The music shifts and his attention goes to adjusting before coming back around. “And there I go being just as sappy,” he jokes.

He laughs, low and quiet, as they move together, eyes slipping shut as he basks in the soft affection. "What a pair we make, hm?"

If anyone had ever told him that thing would turn out like this he would have laughed at the idea, but the time he's spent with Mattheiu, all he's learned and all they've been through...now he could never think of life without the man. Still sappy, he knows, but he could care less. "What a wonderful pair. Saps, the both of us."

“Well I’m glad you’re finally admitting that you are as well,” he teases with a soft laugh. The reaper was going to joke as much as he can over that since it’s the first time he’s properly heard Lucifer be open about it rather than teasingly deny it.

His arms move to rest around Lucifer’s shoulders as they lazily sway. There’s not much effort or rather thought put into it when he’s more focused on being affectionate. “One of the most stylish and talked about pairs too I’m sure.”

"Only for you, and I'll never let anyone else ever hear me say that," he teases, "that's a benefit only for you."

If it's sappy again, he' doesn't care. They're moving together, the rest of the gala might as well not exist, and that's exactly the way that he'd prefer it to be. Mattheiu's compliment, of course, does draw a cheeky grin from him and he nuzzles into his reaper's temple before gently pressing a kiss there. "We're all the talk of the town, darling, because everyone's jealous that I get to spend time with you."