The galley of the Cape Rouge, Thursday evening

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had had some time since his last therapist appointment to start slowly processing what his therapist had said. Specifically what the man had said about what he believed was the foundation of Duke's issues. A diagnosis if you will.

Which Duke had finally made time to look up and read about after getting home from the diner. And mull over over a cup of tea.

Sure, it wasn't the first time someone had suggested that he had PTSD. He'd kind of just assumed he had that, by now. But C-PTSD. The complex version. The one most associated with survivors of hostage situations or child abuse.

He sipped his tea and stared into space. And wished it didn't make as much sense to him as it did. Wished he didn't check off quite as many of the usual symptoms as he did.

"Fuck."

[for the partners if they wanna]

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[betterthanaplan]

Duke sighed.

"I guess I could . . . portal down to Georgia or something. Cut out the Mid-Atlantic."

[my_own_advocate]

"That would be better," Lucifer said honestly. "Best would be if you didn't sacrifice part of our vacation for it, but I appreciate that this is something you feel you have to do right now, so..."

[betterthanaplan]

"It gives me a goal," Duke said again, voice softer. "A reason for it to be this many days, and not -- running away."

He'd done a lot of running away in his youth. And this wasn't not an attempt to soothe the part of him that still wanted to run all the time.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed.

"Just be careful," he said quietly. "And keep it short. And when you find us, we're going to sleep on top of you for a solid two weeks. No moving. No coming back to Fandom before that, either."

[betterthanaplan]

"I'm not going to argue with that," Duke said. "You know how much I like when you guys pile in on me in bed."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a huff. "Imagine," he said, "I had actually come out here to talk to you about something else bed-related, but..."

[betterthanaplan]

“We got distracted,” Duke said. “What’s up?”

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia and I have been talking about... letting you into her room in the house," Lucifer said. Beat. "That's a euphemism, I'm talking about all three of us having kinky sex together in her room."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke's brows shot up.

"Wait, really?"

He'd . . . still been pretty sure he would not be brought in on that with Octavia, yeah.

[my_own_advocate]

"We'd both like to find ways to include you," Lucifer said smoothly, "And Octavia and I agreed it'd be easiest if it were there. And... I was in control."

Read: he was the least likely to trip anyone's landmines in the bedroom.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke nodded a little more slowly. "Okay. I mean . . . that sounds fun."

But Octavia wasn't apparently comfortable talking to Duke about it.

He could unpack that later. He gave Lucifer a grin.

"You know I like letting you be in charge in the bedroom."

[my_own_advocate]

Octavia had thought that maybe Lucifer talking to Duke about it first would diminish the amount of potential emotional flailing around it, as far as Lucifer could see. Honestly, Duke.

"And so does she, at times," Lucifer said, with a faint smile. "It is just a kind of vulnerability she holds rather sacred, so..."

He pulled Duke in a touch closer. Trying to figure out how to phrase this properly.

[betterthanaplan]

You know what really helped with the flailing? Telling him things. So he felt less like assuming was his only choice.

"So my history of . . . flinching . . . isn't great for her for that."

(You fucked it up like always and now neither of them will ever trust you again. Or they were worried about him and his known track record of irrational emotional reactions! Because you're a fuck up, yes.)

Okay, sometimes talking back to the intrusive thoughts worked better than others.

[my_own_advocate]

... Yeah, so Octavia had tried to tell him things, as far as Lucifer could see, and Duke had hyperfocused on his own feelings, so...

"No," Lucifer agreed, oblivious to Duke's mental diatribes (or this conversation might have involved more smacking). "Neither is how sensitive she can be about being perceived. So I walked her through a version of how this could work for us all."

He leaned back a touch.

"She agreed," he said. "And she wants to try. Frankly, we've all been leaving this one unhandled for too long."

[betterthanaplan]

"Can you walk me through it, too?" Duke asked.

Octavia had told him that he was hyperfocused on his own feelings. But not really much of anything about what her feelings were. She was not at all great at telling him what her feelings were, even when asked directly. It was kind of a Thing.

[my_own_advocate]

That, ah.

That seemed to be a with-Duke problem. Possibly a Duke-shouting-over-her problem.

"Of course," Lucifer said, relaxing a touch. "Recently, we've been exploring... her being seen. Exposed. And you both like being ordered around, so I thought we could... make a game of that. Make you undress her. Make you look."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke interpreted it as a "Duke is fragile so we can't tell him things" problem and was doing his best not to be too pissed off about it.

He hummed thoughtfully. "That could work. Being ordered around can be fun, though . . . I like the ropes better."

They were erotic for him in completely different ways, really.

He grimaced. "Not to make this all about me, again."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I plan to work that in," Lucifer said, eyeing him. "But this wouldn't be about us going everywhere all at once. We need a trust and a comfort between all three of us that clearly isn't there yet."

[betterthanaplan]

"Yeah," Duke agreed. "That is definitely something to work on." He sighed, leaning into Lucifer again. "Do you think . . . can you ask her if it's alright if you tell me a bit about what you two do together?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I can, and I floated it by her earlier, actually," Lucifer said, though he sounded a touch wary. "Why, though? Are you planning to run it through your brain like some stupid bloody film about what you haven't been a part of?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke stiffened, but forced himself to breath through it.

"Because I want to know what's going on with my snogon," he said softly. "I want to know what gets her going, even if she doesn't want me to be an active part of it."

He wanted to stop feeling like the spare in a relationship he'd been the one to suggest in the first place.

(You fucked that one up too, remember? the intrusive voice said gleefully. Duke shoved it back down.)

"Also, it might be kind of hot. Like . . . if you told me about it while you were tying your fancy knots."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'd be happy to do that, but-- she wants you to be a part of it," Lucifer said, expelling an exhale. "You're just--"

He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Darling, I love you," he said, "But I need you to both realize that Octavia's sexual preferences are not about you, and that figuring out one's kinks and how to work them into a relationship to everyone's mutual benefit is a process that you have to allow to occur naturally." He dropped his hand. "And it feels like you're putting so much significance on this that you can't let yourself do so."

He really wished he had a drink right now.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke stiffened again, sitting up.

(He loves you, but you have to change to earn it. Shut. UP.)

"Yeah," he said. "None of this about me. That's been made abundantly clear."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's eyes rolled up towards the ceiling.

"Oh, for Me's sake," he snapped. "Duke, you cannot both feel bad about not being included and yet refuse to do the work that being included entails! What, did you think Octavia and I just magically opened a door to extra special fetish land one day?"

He leaned back, eyeing the man.

"Octavia wants to tell you what she's into," he said. "I've said that so many times in the past five minutes, you haven't acknowledged it, I feel like I'm bloody losing my mind. We are both just waiting for you to let her."

[betterthanaplan]

"Stop telling me I'm doing everything wrong then!" Duke burst out. "Yes, I feel left out. And it hurts. And being told that it shouldn't hurt doesn't make it not hurt!"

He shoved himself up from the table to pace.

"I'm fine doing the work, Luce, I'm happy to do the work, I don't think I've said anything that should make you think I don't want to do the work. But right now it feels like all I am doing is work while you two hold up scores like you're Olympic judges."