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Lucifer's mansion, Wednesday night

Duke did not have a pineapple this time. Or flowers, for that matter, though he did bring a very nice bottle of wine for Lucifer, which he left in the kitchen for him to find.

Before wandering off through the rest of the mansion, getting more of a feel for the lay of the land, so to speak, and thinking about how to get his brain to accept the place as partially his as well as Lucifer's.

His boyfriend would be happy to hear it didn't involve netting. It . . . might involve an overabundance of plants that were inappropriate to the outside climate. And possibly multiple water features.

Duke didn't tend to do things by halves any more than Lucifer did, okay? He just . . . went about it slightly differently.

When it was time for Date Night to actually begin, though, he made sure to find his way back towards the kitchen. It wouldn't do to be late, after all.

[for him!]

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"That's a good system," Duke agreed. "Something to add to our list of things to try."

"It's more of a precaution than 'thing to try'," Lucifer said. "If we are going the executive assistant route."

He took a sip of his wine. "Anyway, continue."

"Yeah, no, that's what I meant. The movie stuff is something to try. With the light system in place." Duke shrugged and took another bite of his food. "Uh, specifically the, like. Doing stuff while tied up. Like, chore-type-stuff."

"I'm not sure whether I'm surprised or deeply unsurprised that you're interested in that kind of thing," Lucifer said, taking another bite of his food. "I'm up for it, of course."

But he was up for anything his partners were up to, so...

"I would definitely be more surprised if you weren't," Duke said. "You were really good with the ropes and stuff last time."

"I have had a lot of practice," Lucifer said, beaming. "Hence, diagrams."

"Okay, see, now I'm picturing, like, the Kama Sutra as illustrated by the people who make IKEA instructions."

Lucifer chuckled. "You must know of shibari techniques," he sighed. "They get rather intricate."

"I believe it," Duke said. He leaned in to give Lucifer a kiss on the cheek. "And I'm looking forward to learning more about all of them with you."

Lucifer smiled at him, leaning into the kiss a touch.

But then he rose. "Just a second," he said, walking towards one of the bookcases lining one wall of the living room. He rifled through it, and then came back with a book.

It had rather a lot of pictures.

He offered it to Duke.

Duke took the book and flipped it open.

And did some staring.

And flipped the page and stared more. He leaned back into the couch, his food forgotten for the moment, as his eyes traced the lines of the ropes in the pictures.

"Holy shit," he said softly. "You can do this stuff."

It wasn't a question. He had no doubt at all with regard to Lucifer's abilities. His tone was almost pure awe. (The rest was horniness.)

"I have gotten in a fair bit of practice over the centuries," Lucifer agreed, taking an easy sip of his drink.

What? He enjoyed awe and horniness on Duke, and he was determined to enjoy it.

"Can we --" Duke started, then changed tacts. "You should take photos. When we do this. For all of us to enjoy later."

Especially if he managed to get to the point of enjoying being dominated by Octavia again.

"As you wish," Lucifer said, mouth curving. "Can't ever have enough naughty pictures of either of you."

"And these will be . . ." Duke looked at the book again. "This is art."

He might have very different tastes in a lot of things than Lucifer did, but Duke did have strong aesthetic tastes.

(Especially when it came to ropes.)

"Might have to get a few more ropes, if we decided to travel to the later pages," Lucifer said, eyes flicking ot the page. "As well as other things."

"We've got time," Duke said, tilting his head at one of the photos. "I'm gonna have to get some flexibility back for some of these."

He'd let too many yoga sessions fall by the wayside this summer.

"Mmm," Lucifer said, grinning. "I do miss watching you bend through your morning yoga."

"I'm working on that," Duke said with a rueful smile, finally closing the book again and setting it aside. "Along with . . . so much else." He sighed. "I had no idea how much of my routine I took for granted."

"You were... preoccupied... for quite some time," Lucifer said delicately.

It felt like years. Had it been years?

It honestly could have been. Duke didn't much want to look close enough at it to know for sure and liked to tell himself that it was just over the summer.

"Too much time," he said instead."Way, way too much time."

"You should do all the things you lost track of," Lucifer decided. "These next few months. Yoga, yes. But also dancing, sailing, perhaps finding a nice warm beach somewhere..."

"Dancing would be amazing," Duke said. "Maybe I can get Octavia to go with me to your club on the mainland some night."

Or they could dance at the party on Friday, that was also going to be a thing that happened.

"I doubt it'll be hard to convince her," Lucifer said, smiling. "She does love to dance. And I love to watch you two do it."

Heh. Heh.

"Someday maybe we'll even convince you to join us."

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