forum Satan’s Best ‘Friend’ (One on One)(Closed)

Started November 26, 2018 by @Rvan group

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Chase rolled over tiredly, not processing who had spoken to him until a few moments later. His eyes nearly popped out of his head, and then he was scrambling to sit up as his heart began to race with panic. “I- This- This is your bed?”

Lucifer let his arm fall to his side. He nodded. “It is. But I don’t mind if we both use it. It is big enough for the both of us.”

“I should go…” Chase mumbled, “I’m-I’m a- a nuisance,” He cursed himself for his nervous stutter, but he couldn’t fix himself. Maybe it was a good idea to sell his soul, it’s not like he’d be wanted anywhere else. And the nervousness in his body language seemed to fade because of the deafening roar of emptiness as the thought settled in. I’m just… not wanted. “I’m sorry…”

Lucifer shook his head. “Stay. I will sleep here with you. You are lonely, yes? Another body in the bed will help.” He laid down carefully, relaxing with a sigh. He looked steadily at the human next to him. He was interesting. Something about him made Lucifer feel a weird touch of squeeze in his stomach. Made him want to help them, too.

Chase slowly snuggled back down into blankets at the words. Even if he felt alone, those words… a little flicker of warmth sparked in his chest, to fight back against the emptiness. “Thank you,” He whispered with a small voice as he closed his eyes, curling onto his side.

Lucifer nodded a little. He found it quite funny a human was reaching out to him, since he was the King of Demons and all, but he was willing to help. Sure. It might be his weak Angel showing through again, but he didn’t care.

“Hey…” Chase began quietly, figuring now would be the best time as any, “You never told me your name…”

Lucifer glanced at him. “Oh, my name is Lucifer, Chase.”

“Lucifer? As in like… like the Lucifer?” Chase furrowed his brow a little but was overall too tired to care that much about it. He snuggled a bit further under the blankets, accidentally moving a bit closer to Lucifer in the process.

Lucifer yawned and tucked himself into the sheets. They were already warm and comfy.
“Yes. I’m Lucifer.”

“Hmmm…” Chase mumbled in a too-tired response, but his eyes were shutting and sleep caught him in its talons. His face slackened in peaceful release of sleep.

Do you want to start it off or do you want me to?//

Chase woke up slowly, keeping his eyes closed. He lazily wrapped his arms around the heat source beside him, not thinking twice because of the haze of sleep that still blurred his mind.

Lucifer still slept on, hugging Chase back. If he woke up, he would’ve just taken his arms back, without indifference. He didn’t mind contact much, though he rathered people would keep to themselves.

It took Chase a few minutes before he opened his eyes slowly. Then his heart stopped, panic coursing through him. He -as slowly as possible in attempt to not disturb Lucifer- peeled his arms away from the demonic being before him.

Lucifer stirred tiredly and blinked open his pitch black eyes. He saw Chase pulling away, grunted, and took his arms back without a second thought. He relaxed again, yawning.

Chase biting his lip, immediately scrambling onto his feet once Lucifer was awake, “I-I- sorry.” He shivered against the bite of the cold morning air. He tried to ignore how he actually missed the feeling of Lucifer being so close. Stupid, that’s just… stupid.

Lucifer turned to look at him. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” He noticed him shiver. “Did you want to come back and lay down?”

“I…” Chase didn’t want to bug him or be more of a nuisance than what he already was, but… Lucifer didn’t look annoyed, and it was cold. “Okay,” He whispered, then he was immediately cuddling back under the warmth of the blankets.