Something isn’t right.

That is the first thing that popped into Lynx’s mind when he was doing work, making him freeze. He has always been an instinctual person and it comes with perks. It also comes with its flaws, but he doesn’t worry so much about that at this point.

But something tells him that he needs to check on Cory. Rising to his feet, he makes his way out of his office, noticing the thick tension in the room and how people are acting a bit frantic. Lynx sees Vex standing there, his arms folded across his chest, and he is looking very smug along with Lynx’s ex fuck buddy, Kai.

What is going on here?

As if they know that Lynx is here, both of them look up and the guilty expression on their faces is enough to raise the alarm bells in his mind. He knows due to personal and professional reasons, these two do not like Cory and wouldn’t care if anything happened to them.

“What is going on?” Lynx asks them, knowing he is pissed off already, “where is he?”

He doesn’t need to tell them who he is referring to.

“He is tending to a VIP section.” Vex murmurs, tilting his chin up as he thinks he is going to be able to defy his own boss, “he is doing his duty, sir. It’s getting a little rough, but he can handle-“

Before Vex could finish that sentence, Lynx’s fist connected with his face, making Vex slam against the wall. Lynx didn’t care, barreling past them because he knew now precisely what situation Vex had put Cory in. Lynx should have known that Vex would be a terrible piece of shit because he has the hots for Kai who only wants Lynx’s attention. 

Lynx isn’t giving it to anybody though.

Only one.

Finding the right section, his men are following close behind, knowing what is going to come next. Finding the right room, Lynx barges through the doors, livid that they were locked. The room is filled with men who suddenly stop laughing, Lynx’s eyes roaming around as he is trying to spot Cory.

When he sees one of the men on top of an obviously struggling person, Lynx moves into action. Moving forward, he grabs the man by the back of his neck and forcibly rips him off of Cory. Lynx freezes though when he sees Cory’s bruising cheek, busted lip, and the bruises on his arms, exposed belly, thighs, and neck. 

A fury wells inside of Lynx, making him snap. 

Throwing the piece of shit against the wall, he doesn’t stop. Every hit that connected to the man’s face made Lynx feel good, holding nothing back. He doesn’t want to stop, practically seeing red as all he can think about is how Cory shivered with fear and the tears were welling in his eyes.

Before Lynx could hit the bastard again, someone latches onto his arm, “please, stop!”

Lynx freezes, his head snapping up and he realizes that Cory is holding onto him. Lynx might have shook Cory off to finish the job but by the way that Cory is shivering and holding on, Lynx couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Lynx drops the unconscious bastard, exhaling slowly as he quickly rises to his feet. Quite easily, he picks Cory up, cradling Cory’s small frame in his arms before he marches out of there. As he passes by Vex, he comes to a halt, staring down the bastard who was going to let this happen to the one person that Lynx cares about.

“Take that bastard to the dungeon if you want to get out of this alive.” Lynx growls, letting Vex know not to test him.

Before Vex could say or do anything, Lynx is already walking off, holding Cory as close as possible. He hates feeling Cory’s trembling frame, his stomach churning in knots because he feels helpless. He didn’t know that something like this would happen because everyone knows that Cory is Lynx’s and to touch him would be a death sentence.

Heading into his office, he locks the door behind him before carrying Cory over to the couch. Although Cory didn’t want to let go, Lynx made him so he could get everything to clean Cory up. As he wiped away the blood and grime, the bruises on Cory’s body made him sick to his stomach.

“I’m so sorry.” Lynx apologizes softly, feeling like he had failed, “that should have never happened.”

Cory sniffles, a sight that does something to Lynx’s heart although he wouldn’t admit it.

After cleaning Cory up, Lynx helps Cory out of the tattered clothes, leaving him in nothing but a pair of lacy underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination. Ignoring the desire building inside of him, Lynx removes his own shirt, helping put it on Cory that way Cory would feel a bit more comfortable.

Lynx has to ignore the fact that he notices how Cory is looking over his toned upper body and it is pretty obvious that he likes what he sees. Worried that he might end up pushing it too much, Lynx rises to his feet to leave and deal with a bastard, but Cory reaches out, snatching Lynx’s hand before he can even move.

“Stay with me.” Cory whispers in that soft tone that does something to Lynx’s heart.

Lynx should say no, knowing already that this sort of predicament can lead to things that Lynx can’t do. But because the couch is big enough, Lynx pushes everything aside and crawls onto the couch with Cory. 

Pulling Cory close, Cory nuzzles his way into Lynx’s chest, feeling safe and content. Lynx allows this, just keeping his arms around Cory, knowing precisely what he is going to do to the fucker the minute he is out of here.

Judas

Surprisingly, Judas learns that he is really good at shooting a gun, hitting everything that Lucifer pointed out. Even Lucifer couldn’t help but be impressed, watching Judas, wondering how this boy can be such a natural, but also doesn’t know how to be as cold as can be. Lucifer might have shook his hand if he tried to turn the gun on him but it looks like Judas wasn’t trying to get on Lucifer’s bad side yet. It made Lucifer smile cause if he can do this one thing, then maybe there would be something about Judas that no one else knows.

“Are you sure that you have no experience?” Lucifer asks again, wondering if someone can be this good in such little time, “it doesn’t make a lot of sense that you would be this good with no training.”

“I don’t know, it just feels right.” Judas grumbles, feeling the steel in his hands, wondering just why did it feel so right, “maybe this is just what I’m supposed to do… Maybe I’m supposed to use it on you.”

Judas glances up at Lucifer, seeing how Lucifer’s lips twitch slightly into a small smile at Judas’ words. Judas knew that he could be tempting fate, getitng himself into even bigger trouble, but he decided that he didn’t care so much. If Lucifer was going to kill him, then he was going to do it already. Judas has guts, and he isn’t going to let Lucifer win. If he did, then he would be no better than a killer himself.

“I don’t want to be a killer.” Judas grumbles, setting down the gun, “and I refuse to be. I don’t know what you expect, that I’m supposed to be like you, but it isn’t going to happen.”

Judas is going to storm off, but of course, he is going to make a fool out of himself. He stumbles right into Lucifer’s arms, feeling his cheeks heating up as he realizes how close they are. 

How close he wants them to be.

He is practically calling himself an idiot because he shouldn’t be lusting after the man who broke his leg. He seriously thinks that there is something wrong with him but he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know why he feels this way when he knows that Lucifer is dangerous.

“Are you going to stand up?” Lucifer grumbles, making Judas jerk up a little bit as he realizes he is still clinging to Lucifer.

“Of course!” Judas says quickly, pulling back a little bit but he is still feeling a little wobbly, “if you didn’t break my leg and it needed to be casted, maybe I would have been alright.”

“You shouldn’t have run away.” Is all that Lucifer responds with, “it’s the consequences of your actions.”

“That didn’t mean you needed to do it.” Judas grumbles as he is moving towards the house, trying to keep steady, “I don’t know why you think that the only way to get what you want is with your fists or a gun. It’s just going to get you in trouble, Lucifer.”

“How so?” Lucifer asks, following closely behind with the guns that had been used, “if I didn’t have a gun, you would have gotten away. I wouldn’t have been able to stop you, and you would have ruined the plans that he needs to accomplish. Then, he would know that I failed. That I failed him. And he would never trust me again.”

“I don’t know what he has on you but you don’t have to do everything that he says.” Judas grumbles as he whips around and glares at Lucifer, “I know that you might think that you owe him, but a true friend or partner wouldn’t allow his friend to be putting someone else in a situation that could get them in trouble.”

Lucifer raises an eyebrow, like he is confused about what Judas is saying as it doesn’t make a lot of sense to him, “have you not come to the conclusion that maybe you’re the one that’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” Judas turns to face his enemy now, hoping that he can do this right and not be a melting mess, “I have never been in the wrong. I might have fought a little bit and done things the wrong way, but YOU kidnapped me. You have taken me as a prisoner for whatever reason to get to my brother. Besides, I really don’t think that he is going to give that person anything that he wants.”

“Do you not realize WHO we are?” Lucifer doesn’t understand Judas, because Judas is not acting like someone who should be afraid, “is that why you have been acting this way? If you realized who I am, what we are, I don’t think that you would be saying any of this.”

“Then tell me.” Judas is defiant, staring Lucifer down, challenging him, “give me a reason to understand. You might not believe it, but I am NOT afraid of you. If anything, I pity you, because you will be the one in trouble. Not me. I…”

Judas was cut off when Lucifer suddenly moved, making him gasp as he stumbles back, nearly tripping over his own feet because of the cast. Before he would hit the ground, he is immediately caught by Lucifer who wraps his arms around Judas’ waist, steadying him.

Judas looks up, going to scold him, but he is immediately entranced by Lucifer’s gaze once again. He is so close, just a breath’s away, and it is making Judas’ heart pound. He aches. He knows that he shouldn’t want to be anywhere near this bastard but he can’t help it. He wants it. He wants Lucifer.

More than he would ever admit.

“What are you doing?” Judas whispers, hating how he sounds so nervous when he is trying to remain strong.

“Don’t tempt me to lock you away even once he is finished with his mission.” Lucifer warns, even as his deep voice is growing huskier, trying to hide the bulge in his pants that for whatever reason, makes him more turned on by the young man in his arms, “because I have no problem locking you away from the world and using you as I please. Don’t tempt me, because I’m having a hard time holding back here.”

Judas’ eyes widen as Lucifer basically admits that he wants him. That should deter him, but he finds himself lifting his hands, gently moving his fingers through Lucifer’s hair, testing the waters, tempting fate. Tempting himself. Tempting everything. Despire Lucifer’s cold exterior, his hair is so soft to the touch, almost silky-like. It is fascinating to Judas, moving his fingers lower and tracing the hard ridges of Lucifer’s jaw, the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones, and finally, pressing on the bow of his lips.

His soft lips.

Shouldn’t the Devil not be so beautiful?

It makes sense as to why he was originally God’s favorite.

“Stop tempting me…” Lucifer warns him, pulling Judas impossibly closer, “please. I only have so much self-control.”

“I can handle it.” Judas whispers back, “if I don’t like it, I will handle you. I’m not as fragile as you might think.”

Something in Lucifer snaps, gripping the back of Judas’ neck, almost painfully. Judas winces, showing that it hurt, and Lucifer immediately relaxes his grip, shocking Judas a little bit because he toned it down because he saw that it was hurting Judas. He was actively trying, actively making it so Judas was going to enjoy it.

And damn it, Judas wants wanted it.

Looping his arms around Lucifer’s neck, he pulls him down so they are face-to-face again, his heart beating erratically but he can’t stop. He should, he shouldn’t allow himself to be swept away by the Devil but he can’t help it.

He needs Lucifer right here and now.

And when their lips meet, Judas swore that everything felt right…

And he couldn’t stop.