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Somehow the team had gotten on the topic of religion during a long downtime between calls. It was Eddie’s own fault, really. He and Bobby had started discussing the Catechism off to the side of the group and it blossomed into a whole thing.
They were all bored and digging into the people of the Bible, their favorite stories and just randomness.
“I’ve always found Lucifer to be such an interesting creature. Being cast out and fallen.” Hen says.
“You know he’s not actually in the Bible?” Bobby points out. “Satan is referenced, of course, and there’s a few mentions of a falling star, but Lucifer himself was a mistranslation.”
Buck perks up at this bit of trivia and Eddie just knows this is gonna be a new rabbit hole that will haunt him for days. When he pulls out his phone, he braces for impact.
He leans over to whisper in his boyfriend’s ear. “Maybe just be careful not to give Chris nightmares with too many tales of demons, ok?” The grin he gets in return is just a little too mischievous.
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Later that evening they are gathered around the dinner table when Buck puts his fork down. “Eds say ‘Jesus.’”
Eddie, always quick to indulge him, does. “Ok. Jesus.”
Buck nods. “Now say, ‘Lucifer.’”
“Lucifer.”
The side of his mouth turns up a bit. “Interesting.”
“What?”
“Just a funny thing that someone pointed out online. Even his name is sinful.”
Hen looks over her glasses at him. “How is a name sinful?”
“You literally have to lick the front of your mouth and bite your bottom lip to say Lucifer. And you can’t say Jesus without looking a little silly - like saying ‘Cheese’ to a camera.”
There are soft mumblings around the table as everyone tries it.
“This is going to be really hard to explain in confession.” Bobby laughs. “How did I sin this week? I said Lucifer three times at dinner because my subordinate told me it would make me bite my lip.”
Chim coughs. “Yeah and now I’m gonna be thinking about this conversation any time Maddie says Jesus Christ in the bedroom.”
“Awww man, really Chim? That’s my sister.”
“You started it, brother.”
“I don’t need to know what she says though. Seriously.”
Eddie’s still stuck on the way Buck’s bottom lip looked when he said Lucifer. He’s right, the name is sinful.
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He’s tucked into his favorite chair in the loft with a book in his hand, long after everyone else has gone to sleep, cup of coffee steaming next to him. Nothing in particular is keeping him up, he’s just restless after the dull shift they’ve had. The lights upstairs are off except for the sole lamp he has turned on, and the station is silent.
He feels more than hears the presence over his shoulder, a moment before there’s a whisper in his ear, and it licks fire down his spine. “Luciferrrrrrr.” There’s a kiss to his neck and then a very large man plops into his lap. “Hey baby, woke up and you weren’t in your bunk. What are you doing up here alone?”
“Couldn’t sleep, kept tossing and turning.”
“Any reason why?”
“Not really, couldn’t turn my brain off I guess. Maybe it has something to do with some name that keeps repeating over and over.”
Buck raises an eyebrow. “Oh, you mean Luciferrrrrr?” He purrs, reaching up to thumb Eddie’s bottom lip. “Like that, did you?”
“You’re not playing fair.”
“Who said anything about playing fair?”
“We are at work, and still have too many hours before I can do anything about it.”
“So you don’t want me to keep whispering ‘Lucifer’ at you then.”
“Especially not when I can see your mouth do that. Jesus.”
“See, Jesus is not sexy, we know that now. Gonna have to change up your swearing.”
Oh, he wants to play like that? Eddie drops his voice an octave, pulls Buck more firmly in his lap. No one else is up here, after all. “So when I come, you want me to moan ‘Lucifer’ instead of Jesus. Is that what you’re telling me?”
Buck gulps, losing his own game. “I mean, I’d rather you call out my own name than anything else.”
“Oh, I do that too, plenty. But instead of ‘Jeeeesus Buck,’ I’ll start moaning ‘Luciferrrr Buck.’ How about that?”
“Ye-yeah, that could work. Could be hot. Sure.”
Eddie nods, nuzzling his ear. “Consider it done, Angel.” He leans back, his arms around his man, going back to his book. Their quiet moment together doesn’t last long, the alarm rings and they have to get back to work, but it was nice while it lasted.
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That alarm was for a fire call that lasted the rest of the night and by the time they pull into the driveway, they are both barely awake. There's no detour to the kitchen for coffee, and they showered at the station so they simply strip off their clothes and fall into bed, asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow.
It's like that sometimes, but the benefit of loving your work partner is understanding the crash after and almost always being on the same schedule. There's something quite wonderful about working to the point of exhaustion and then seeking comfort in the arms of the one person you can always depend on to be there.
Sometimes Buck wakes first, other times Eddie, but almost always after a long shift they wake with yearning - long hours spent in stressful, daring situations taking on the pain of others can swear a person down, and they have learned to carry that weight together after so many years of trying to do it alone. The adrenaline, the fire, the misery, they don't bring it into this room, this place is only for them.
Eddie returns from sleep warm and heavy, covered with Buck, always a stomach sleeper, usually finding his way across his boyfriend's body in one way or another. Long fingers trace down the larger man's spine, across rippled muscles and lightning-patterned scars, before the weight shifts, hips aligning more fully, pink lips connecting with a tan neck.
“Luciferrrr…” A whisper in the golden lit room as those pale hips press down.
Eddie thumbs that sinful bottom lip before biting it himself, soothing the sting with his tongue, licking over it and then opening his mouth to make his own confession.
He wraps his legs around Buck, rolling him onto his back, pinning his arms over his head, leaning in to growl in his ear.
“Oh hell.”
“Mmmm you wanted to play with the devil, Angel. You're gonna find out who Lucifer really is.”
He opens their private drawer and pulls out a red rope, tying his wrists to the hidden clips on the headboard.
“Color, Angel?”
Buck tests the rope. “Green.”
Eddie swipes a finger gently down his cheek. “So pretty when you're being good.”
He kisses him once, then takes out two more things from the drawer: lube and a plug.
Buck's eyes go wide. “Eddie…”
“No, Angel. What's my name?”
“Baby?”
“No, Angel. You know what it is. Don't make me remind you.”
His voice is low, and his fingers pinch at one sensitive nipple.
“Lucifer. Your name is Lucifer.”
“Good boy. Now, you're not going to come until I say, are you, Angel?’
“No, I won't come, Lucifer.”
“You’re being so good tonight, Angel.”
Eddie runs his fingernails down Buck's chest and the slight pudge of his belly, causing him to arch his back. “Uh-uh, stay still or I'll have to flip you, and I’d so much rather see how pretty you are for this.”
Those bright white teeth worry at the pink bottom lip, already swollen, but he stills immediately. He loves this, being told what to do, being taken care of in a way where he doesn't have to think, when he knows he's completely safe under Eddie's hands, and more than anything else, Buck loves to be praised.
“Better. Color?”
“Green.”
“Good. Let's begin.” He lowers his head and licks around the head of Buck’s cock, then just lets it rest, savoring the heaviness, the salty bitter taste of him, on his tongue, for a moment, before curving his lips and enshrouding him in the depths of his throat.
After a few pulls, he uncaps the lube to wet his fingers, pressing against the most secret part of his angel. Once he's opened him just enough, he slicks the plug and inserts it, turning on the vibration.
“Ohhhh god.”
He lifts up. “God's not here, Angel.”
“Lucifer. Lucifer, that feels so good.”
His dick is already weeping, and Eddie laps the moisture away. “You taste so good.” He brushes a thumb over the slit, gathering the next droplets, then holds it to Buck's lips. “Taste.”
The man sucks the digit into his mouth, desperate for more contact, and Eddie can't help but follow his finger, dragging his body slowly over the long length of his boyfriend until he can kiss him, tasting come on his tongue.
He's getting desperate for release at this point, and he's not the one with a plug against his prostate. He grinds down against Buck, their cocks rubbing together and the friction makes them both ignite.
“Lucifer, please. Need to come, please.”
“Mmmm no, you have to wait, but you did ask so nicely, Angel.” He lubes himself up before removing the plug, Buck whining when he does, and then he slides in, seating himself fully.
“Fucking - Luciferrrr.”
“You know that's just as hot as you said it would be. Wonder if you can remember when you're coming for me. Think you can?”
“Yes Lucifer. I'll remember.”
“So perfect for me, Angel. You feel so perfect. Made for me. Color?”
“Green. Please, Lucifer, move.”
“Mmmm may just stay here. So nice.”
Buck begins to whine but Eddie cuts him off by pulling back and thrusting forward hard.
“Oh fuck. Again. Again, please.”
“I do so like it when you beg.” He does it again, shifting the angle slightly until he finds the perfect spot.
“Ohhhhhhhh Lucifer, there. More. Please, I need more.” He's pulling at his ties, so Eddie reaches up to still his hands.
“Need you to relax, Angel. I don't want you to hurt yourself. Are you still green?”
“Yes. Yes I’m green, Lucifer. Please don't stop.”
He hits the spot again, harder this time, and Buck arches so hard he almost comes off the bed, his arms wrenching in the ropes, so he flattens himself overtop of him, holding him down with a hand to his throat, those blue eyes opening so wide. “You must stay still, Angel. You aren't listening.”
His cock jumps between them, spurting more precum than before, he's getting really close, and having a harder time holding back.
That's ok, Eddie can feel the pleasure beginning to coil in himself, this will be over soon.
“Angel, I need you to listen very closely. Are you listening now?”
Buck nods.
“Good boy. You're doing so well for me. You will be rewarded very soon, I just need you to keep being good for a little while longer. Can you do that?”
Another nod. “Yes, Lucifer.” It's all but a whisper. Eddie leans to kiss him, but his hand stays where it is. “Color?”
“Green.”
“Good boy.”
He goes back to the pace from before, hard and fast and hitting Buck’s prostate with every thrust. There are tears in his eyes from trying not to come and Eddie’s about to lose his damn mind too.
“Ok, Angel, ok. You've been absolutely perfect for me. Take it, take your reward. Show me how pretty you are.”
It's instantaneous. And he remembers, it's all but instinct now. “Ooohhhh fuck, oh Luciferrrr. So good. So fucking good, Lucifer.”
It's the most sinful thing Eddie’s ever seen. The way Buck licks his teeth and bites his lip as he comes.
“Fuck. Fucking hell Angel. You're mine. MINE. Oh fuck.” Then he rides him until he's finished.
-
Eddie takes down the ropes and cleans them up with the soft towel that's kept on the nightstand for this purpose. Then he puts cream on Buck’s wrists where he was bound, before making him drink some water and eat a bit of chocolate to keep him from crashing too hard. Once that's all done, he curls him up under the covers, whispering soothing words while stroking his hair.
They've learned through practice what works and what doesn't for Buck’s aftercare. He tends to drop pretty hard after an intense scene, so it's important that he gets plenty of softness and love. That's when Eddie started calling him Angel, and the nickname stuck. Buck’s always been so good and pure compared to his darkness, it made sense - but never more so than tonight, when Lucifer entered the scene. Something tells him that won't be the last time that particular moniker appears in their role play.
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If the other couples across the 118 play similar games that night, well, nobody says anything about it. But the subject of Bible characters is never brought up again, and there’s probably a reason for that.