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"When did you- when did you see me scream?"

She struggles to remember, hands spasming.

"Ah-"

"In another world. A broken one, away from the Animus. I tied you and ran electricity through your veins."

He would have killed Break then, too, if they hadn't both been whisked back to Adstringendum. And that had been for no reason except...it's hard to remember. Perhaps because he'd known Break wasn't scared off by him.

His fingers slide abruptly into her and he presses up on particular nerves while Grace tweaks them.

"Ah!"

There's no virginity to lose this time. It just feels wonderfully good.

"Oh Hell."

He chuckles at her choice of words and kisses her stomach. He's not ignoring her earlier request (more of an order if you think about it, but Lucifer doesn't). He's just making sure she enjoys all aspects first.

"Oh Luce-"

Voice raising up to a desperate, high wail.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

It's getting to him, too; the vaguely possessive kisses he'd offered are now outright predatory, leaving little red marks on her breasts and ribs. He's relentless with Grace and fingers, though.

She screams, and screams, and tries to fling herself away from him.

He doesn't let her for a second; he pins one leg with his, and his free hand holds her down at the shoulder.

And just for his troubles he deepens the contact a bit, and shows her all the things he so wants to do to her.

Break fights back, pulling her arm back and using all the force she can muster to punch him in the face. It isn't much force, really, considering how hard she's shuddering, needing him.

Lucifer laughs, and offers more of the same punishment; he can feel even the currents of electricity running down her spine to every inch of her body, and he has a nice portion of that devoted to making her need to punch him again.

"You'll lose your voice before I'm even done with you," he taunts.

She'd try again, but her body has locked up in silent convulsions, arched like a bow off the bed.

A tiny, coherent portion of her mind wails for mercy. The rest of her just keens.

Instead of letting her rest he keeps on lazily stroking her, and slides down to use his tongue as well.

"Luce-"

Screaming, hard.

He continues tormenting her for almost an hour, before abruptly rolling them over. After the near-ending, he's in a peculiar mood--devious even for him.

"Surprise me."

She can't. She just shudders, and collapses down against his chest, with a shaky sob. She can't surprise him, she can't do more than twitch.

He laughs softly, arms around her in a way that ensures even if she wanted to move away she couldn't.

"Are you whole?"

Another, deeper sob.

Something like that.

If she were Sam he wouldn't let her recover, but he reins himself in, soothing her toward the next stretch of the evening.

Eventually, Break's body stops trying to wrench itself apart, and she settles down in his arms with a soft sigh.

"We haven't really started yet."

He sounds so happy saying it. After all there is an end goal here.

"Stirrups and a turkey baster."

Break informs him, dazedly. She isn't moving.

That gets an almost-laugh.

"Riding the wave of the future?"

He can be patient, but he's not moving until she does. And neither of them are going anywhere near the door.

"I'm going to have to do all the hard work for this anyways."

She reminds him, poking at his shoulder.

"I could have if you'd asked."

Gender means less than nothing to an angel.

He kisses her, a little smug, a little teasing.

"This part was your idea."

"Be quiet and fuck me."

She orders him, managing to push herself up, sitting upright.