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He smiles, Grace turning a pale blue.

"What?"

"The things I'll do to you."

For all the Break can bring him down, with a hand on his shoulder or a word in the right tone, that's really nothing compared to what they'll be able to do now.

Lucifer isn't able to see much more than he normally does of Break's mind--souls are enigmas. But he isn't at all worried about letting Break see the ripples that sends through his Grace, the way it sparks a little, and chills the air.

"You'd better."

"Are you afraid? You've never bowed to someone who could hurt you before."

He points out, idly, with impressive presence for someone sprawled on the floor from a faint.

"No, I haven't. And you'll have to make me."

He smirks, a wing brushing his leg.

"Be creative with me."

"Although I see the others more often, I haven't really topped in a long, long time."

He muses. Al babysitting is a pg affair. Even if they sometimes make Ryo sit in the corner.

"When was the last time with me?"

He has a long memory, but little details like dates are scant.

"Four years."

He smiles, as the four year old in question races across the hall upstairs, little feet slamming on the carpet.

Lucifer lets her draw on the walls, and he hears her settle in to finish a masterpiece in her bedroom.

"Four years," he echoes.

He looks down at Break and lazily slides his hand inside his shirt.

"Too long."

"Mind-"

He orders him, firmly, nodding at their second oldest on the couch.

"She won't mind."

Lucifer will have her nap, peacefully dreaming of lollipops and unicorns.

"Tch. You know the rules."

Pulling away.

"We can make our own rules now."

Laws of physics, time, nature--they get to bend or break or recreate them at will. Surely, Lucifer's look cajoles, they can remake this little house rule.

"You can teleport her to bed."

One house rule, there.

"Just this once. And then spell us some privacy."

He touches their daughter gently and she's gone, safely up in her crib. The room is sealed to them, and he turns back to Break.

"Good?"

"What do you want to do to me?"

He asks, curiously, knees parting.

"I want to test what you can do."

He kisses him, hands exploring slowly.

"...The room is sound-proofed. You can top, if you're creative."

He starts with the chains, he'd stolen from that priest all those years ago. Claps once- and they appear in the center of the room, landing with a heavy clink.

Lucifer looks at them, then at Break, curious and waiting for answer. His Grace is green at the edges, burned wings stretching slowly.

"Do you consent to this?"

He checks, softly.

He spreads his hands.

"Whole-heartedly and freely. Though as usual you aren't allowed to brag to your 'friends'." A decidedly devilish wink.

"I have never and would never."

He promises, softly, moving to is foot and cuffing the first one.

Lucifer puts a hand on Break after the cuff is snapped shut, just steadying himself. Restraint is new, and he has rather severe claustrophobia. But he wants this.

He just chains him by the one foot- wrapping the other end around a coffee table leg and locking it off.

Lucifer tugs lightly, to see how it holds. The table will have to be fortified, of course, but he'll let Break handle that.