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Hey, Vox! I have a proposition for you. Make sure you're sitting down.

[There's a laugh. He's been up to no good today, but he can make time for the lady.]

Alright, alright... I'm sitting! What can I do for you, Trouble?

How do you feel about a devil's threeway with the actual devil?

[Threeway! Fun. Devil's- wait, devil's- there's a wet, sputtering cough. That's the coffee forcibly removed from his general equation.]

...Uh-! Haha- wait, wait- let me get on the same page here real quick: We're thinking of the same 'devil', right? Little guy, blondie, rubber ducks...?

[They're currently living in some weird crossroads of the multiverse. Maybe she's talking about another world's Devil, not his.]

( oops. Should have warned him not to be drinking anything either.)

Yes, the one I'm married to. If you're too intimidated, I can always ask someone else. ( can you HEAR her grinning? )

Hey now- Who's intimidated?? I can handle him.

What's his take on all of this, anyway? I imagine you talked to him first.

Of course I did. He's ready and willing, so long as you think you can handle us~

...I handled several hours of you, if I recall correctly. The old witchy woman got a real show.

Either way, it's a done deal. Time and place, Night Sky! I can put it in my schedule.

[Vox, what schedule do you even have-]

Pretty sure I was handling you, sweetness. Didn't I set a record? Lucifer wants to see that, I bet.

Oh. Right now. Our place. I have snacks.

Tomayto, tomahto.

[OH. Right now? Uhh. What a time to have coffee stains on his lapels. How fast can he clean this off?? Shit, shit, shit-]

You know what? What the Hell. Bit of a hop, skip and a jump from Heaven's Bow, however, so I might be a little while.

Mm. Don't keep us waiting too long, or I'll send Lucifer out to find you.

Hah! Don't you worry- I'm out the door as I speak.

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[The truth, he swears. He supposed if he was going to be abandoning clothing soon enough, he shouldn't worry all that much about coffee stains. But as he proceeds down the street, he clicked his tongue with the sound of a new notif chirping literally from his device.]

Alright, what now...? Better not be spam-

Draw my sigil, Sinner. Smart fella like you knows what it looks like. Don't be shy. 🍎

[Really, Vox should be suspicious. But if the little king was up to some bullshit, it wasn't like he could permanently die anyway, and he'd upset the wifey.

Fuck it. What's the worst that could happen?

Of COURSE he knew the sigil. He knew all the sigils, research for a little sneeze of fun (and, okay FINE, to keep tabs on who held what territory in case any of the Goetia tried to get out of line or a Sin decided he'd pushed too far). So when he snapped his fingers and let an arc of lightning shape the symbol, throw in the letters, Vox shrugged a shoulder. Sigils summon demons, obviously. So, what, was he going to--]

[The lightning stilled, as if frozen in time. It twisted and burned red, brought with it a roar of accursed energy. You don't exactly summon demons willy-nilly, let alone invoke the King Himself.

He didn't know where Vox lived. Didn't entirely care to know. Not his business. But with the sigil, it was easy to spot exactly where old Boxface was, enough to open a swirling portal from the living room to the bustling Heaven's Bow streets.

But Lucifer wouldn't pop out, no. Instead with a casual, merry little whistle of an aimless tune, Vox would spy a hook that looped his waist and yanked him bodily through. The people shrieked in alarm over the sight, watching this odd-headed man be spirited away in a blink.

When both maws closed with a snap of power and a rush of wind, Lucifer let the hook go poof, and dusted off his hands.

He ignored the wide-eyed, stiffly-standing new guest and hopped back two steps, and instead turned to Night Sky with a wicked grin, wiggling jazz hands in the other man's direction.]

There he issss~!

Oh, that was mean — but it was also really funny. Night Sky, for all she was doing during the abduction, was lying on the couch in the treehouse in all her mostly naked glory. As promised, she had provided snacks — tea and water and coffee, just in case he had a preference either way, along with bowls of easily accessible things like nuts and a handful of little pastries Lucifer had made.

Oh, she also had moonglow. You know, in case anyone needed to loosen up.

"Hey, you made it!" She giggled. "Didn't take you long at all."

The face he gave Lucifer when the little man wasn't looking could spoil milk.

"...Right, yeah. Took the Angel Express, apparently." He folded his arms behind his back and was back to being as professional as a man could after getting yanked through a portal by the Devil.

"Awww, lighten up," Lucifer replied with the jab of an elbow, and moved to join the missus on the couch. Dressed down to his loose vest and undershirt, he chuckled and kicked back.

"You yanked me with a shepard's hook."

"You summoned the Devil."

"...Yeah, alright, fair." Vox sighed and moved to join. He selected a pastry and didn't hesitate to dig in. "Gotta ask- what kinda meet-cute had you bumping up with Blondie here? What kinda rules am I going by as a third?"

"It was pretty funny." Night Sky chimed in helpfully as she shifted to lay across Lucifer's lap, head ending up on Vox's closest thigh, staring up at him with an amused smile.

"We met during a quest during the winter last year, ended up eating these berries that chilled us to the bone and cuddled up together." She reached over to boop the spot where Lucifer's nose would be. "We also fucked nasty in the woods, but after that we couldn't get enough of each other."

She had no problem telling the story — it was cute, in her opinion — but she wouldn't go into the intimate details like their soul deal or anything.

"Uh. I can't really think of anything? Like, don't be a dick or try and kill us? Standard stuff?"

Vox quickly finished his treat. He had a dryad at the thigh! More important. Curious, he ran fingers along one of those antlers. He caught the little 'blep' Lucifer gave in response to the boop and quirked a brow. The small grin that grin was one of amusement.

"Yeah, I think that's pretty standard. Also, 'marshmallow' is the magic word. Anything to add?"

Vox half-shrugged. He toyed with a few of the dryad's curls around a finger. "Don't swing at me and I'm open to practically anything."

"It's fucking, not fighting, guy. Why would we swing at you?" Lucifer asked, momentarily distracted as he ran a hand up and down one of Night Sky's thighs, admiring the way soft skin gave beneath just a little pressure.

Vox stopped toying and briefly averted his eyes. He quickly refocused to bend down and brush a kiss against her hairline, linger there. "...I'll keep 'marshmallow' in mind. Heh- Not the weirdest safe word I've had."

Her antlers were one of her many erogenous zones, and she rewarded Vox with a soft little sigh as his fingers grazed along the length of them.

"As much as I love a friendly spar turning into a friendlier fuckfest, that's not exactly what we had in mind tonight." Night Sky laughed and shifted just a little, encouraging Lucifer's hand to climb higher — not that he needed the encouragement — and closed her eyes, a hand absently waved to dismiss the vines and leaves still covering parts of her. "I think that's all we need to cover," she purred, "now you boys need to get undressed, too." A pointed tug on Vox's shirt.

"Hmhm... oh, to be able to shoo away clothing like that. But there's always a nice anticipation in unwrapping each other, of course..." He emphasized with a tug of his tie, running the red of it loose before clawed fingers flew to buttons, making short work. He seemed to have noticed her response, too, as a thin cord began to snake its way around an antler, gently coiling as it worked its way up the length of it. But his hands were busy, one knuckle tipping Night Sky's chin to line her up for a kiss.

"Might be why we wear so much all the time," Lucifer noted with a grin. But as the dryad shifted, the devil did one better: After a hook of two fingers against the hems of his top, he opened all the pinstriped pink and white and let it dissolve into a gold dust. Sometimes you just needed to be quicker about it.

But he shifted to settle between her legs, hiking her knees over his bared shoulders. Poor wife... she had marks fading. He would see to these, teeth grazing her thighs on his way up as his hands slid beneath her to fill themselves with the curve of her ass.

"Next time I'll wear a suit just for you." Next time? You bet your ass. Next time, they could do the whole 'slow undressing' thing, too. Right now, however, Night Sky wanted to jump in without too much in the way of her goal.

The dryad shivered when the cord wound around her antler, a soft moan exhaled against Vox's lips as her own parted eagerly to invite his tongue inside her mouth. And another as Lucifer's teeth grazed her skin, goosebumps rising along the path of his mouth.

Hands. She should do something with hers. One slid into her husband's hair, fitting golden strands between her fingers; while the other hooked around Vox's shoulders, curiously touching the back of his monitor to see if there was anything he particularly liked.

Lucifer couldn't help the little purr with fingers in his hair, and helped himself to the way his teeth set against Night Sky's inner thigh, an appetizer that rewarded him with a sweetness he adored.

Vox wasn't one to turn down an invitation, either. From the touch of his lips to the way his tongue brushed inside, there was that telltale tingle, a lingering buzz to couple with the devil's bite. One of his hands made a firm fist in her curls, a grip that wavered with fingers against odd entry points nestled at the center of the monitor's back. To plug himself into his consoles back home always felt so damn good...

But soon Lucifer traced his tongue against the marks he's left, let himself have that parting taste before he moved on to his main course. But his hips mildly jumped, his stomach fluttering as something cool brushed against it, wound around his waist and slipped into his pants. His thighs parted against the touch. The blond's sigh was warm against the dryad's skin before his tongue slipped between the folds of her sex, indulging himself before his lips closed into a deepened kiss.

Between the tingling touches and sharp bite of teeth on her thigh, Night Sky was already a moaning, shuddering mess between them — the struggle not to writhe with pleasure and dislodge either of them almost too much to bear. And when the devil dipped between her thighs and started to lap at her cunt, she stopped resisting altogether; letting her hips grind into him, her fingers pressing into his skull, knowing full well he could more than handle her riding his face while he used that talented tongue on her.

For Vox, she clocked the twitch of his fingers and circled around one of the ports, dipping as much of her finger as she could into it to see what she could rouse from him, if anything at all. She pulled back from the kiss for a breath, and laughed when she felt her husband twitch under her leg.

"I feel like I'm missing something exciting from this angle..." but that didn't sound like much of a complaint.

It was odd- he sometimes indulged in playing with himself involving his ports, but another's fingers there was altogether new. Vox made no move to remove them, instead angling his head to allow for more of that touch.

"Hmm... you're right." He shifted his body a bit, chuckled. He eased Night Sky up a little further against him, grinning a bit when Lucifer followed rather obediently. That felt pretty fuckin' good.

"Alright, Your Highness- let her see you treat her right~" He peeked over Night Sky's shoulder with glee, only feeling a mild sense of envy as Lucifer got right back to it, tasting her like it was his god-given duty with that long forked tongue.

"...With a challenge, of course. You angels are tough, right?" More of those cords appeared, one tugging down the white slacks to expose him and that original tendril what wrapped possessively around his cock, writhing and stroking.

Vox grinned as the Devil rolled his hips, thrusting against the coils as his eyes grew hazy and unfocused. His grip upon the dryad's thighs tightened.

There was no resistance from Night Sky, who only moved enough to instead hook her hand up and around his monitor, searching for another port and resuming her previous teasing while her eyes remained locked on the devil between her legs.

"Gods damn..." she murmured between moans. Lucifer knew exactly how to work that tongue inside her; hitting those sweet spots that made her twitch around the probing muscle. Add that to the hazy-eyed stare and the fact that Vox was working him so nicely with those cords, and the dryad was only seconds from coming already.

Two could play that game, though. And where she lacked in hands to grab and tug and pull, Night Sky made up for with tendrils of her own — thick corded vines that sprung from the sides of the couch and slid up Vox's thighs, catching on the front of his pants and tugging to release his dual cocks just as Night Sky cried out in pleasure and gripped her husband's hair a little tighter.

Lucifer already was little more than a supplicant when he was placed between those thighs, able to drive himself mad from that alone. But the cord had its way, thrumming with a precision only achieved by a creature who had done this countless times before. His pride flared briefly when, as he whimpered and came against the black cable, the Media Demon had himself a cocky little chuckle.

But both men were soon distracted, Lucifer by the sweet of his wife coming undone against the length of his tongue, and Vox when the cool air hit both cocks that sprung free as the vine made short work of his fly. Vox blinked his surprise- that's right, she'd used those that night with the feral inn-crashers...

A cable rose to wind around a vine, an explorative touch, the end caressing. Hello there...

Another wave of pleasure rolled through her — she knew so well the sound of her husband coming undone; how he melted and moaned hotly against the heat of her cunt.

"Oh, that must have felt good, darling. I'm jealous," she teased and did not specify who exactly she was jealous of — Lucifer for having those talented tendrils on him, or Vox for being the one to make her husband come first tonight. There would be plenty of time for more, of course. She was sure of that.

Her vine twisted around the inspecting cord, sliding up and down the length of it, stroking just as another wound around one of his dicks and did the same.

Night Sky tilted her head back, fingers still twined in Lucifer's hair gently tugging his head up. "My sweet devil does enjoy a show. I bet he'd like to see your cock in my mouth, Vox." That might get him going again fast, right? She glanced down to Lucifer, as if asking permission.

Seems he could feel something in those cables, what with the way the one that was stroked shuddered under the touch. Vox had some level of self-control, however, despite how good it felt to have another wrapped around him. Though it wasn't by much, considering the brief swallow and the way he masked a squirm under a shift in his position.

Vox's eyes trailed to Night Sky's mouth, slightly hazy. Lucifer seemed to notice, grin sharpening despite the way his face was still flushed gold.

"You know I would. Go get him, baby." He propped himself upright and made some room.

Speechless, as he should be. Night Sky gleefully sat up, sloppily kissed her husband, and then twisted around until she could slide off the couch and onto her knees in front of Vox. Her vines still teased those cords and his cock, and another had slipped over to wind around Lucifer's thigh, stroking languidly while she pushed Vox's thighs a little further apart.

Slender fingers wrapped around his other shaft, held him steady as she dipped down and wrapped her lips around the head, tongue teasing the underside, a heady moan vibrating along the length of his cock.

( instead of a box or a basket, there is a pair of impeccably dressed young men at the door of Vox's house. One of them hands him a letter. )

Vox,

I have taken the liberty of retaining the services of Drogan and Vance, an exceptional tailor and hatter, respectively, who shall remain entirely at your disposal. I trust you will make full use of their talents.

Kindly ensure that a proper suit, in maroon, is fitted and prepared for Friday evening without delay. I shall arrive promptly at seven.

Do try to look presentable, darling.

Yours most sincerely,
Violet

[Uh. He didn't remember hiring escorts. ...Or hitmen. He's confused at first before he took and read the letter. THEN comes the guffaw, and a hand to one side of his head.]

Holy shit...! This woman's something else!

Well, alright- gentlemen! Get a pen and paper and get ready for my measurements so we can get started.

[He's had more than enough outfits tailored for him, so these numbers were second nature to fit him perfectly. They didn't have a lot of time to waste, and this felt like a proper challenge! Sorry, but not sorry, Drogan and Vance, but you may need to do a couple of all-nighters because he's a little discerning about how some of it settles on his frame...

But he'll manage, it seems, and be ready for the seven o'clock arrival. It only occurred to him about 48 hours prior that she didn't specify whether they were doing something here or elsewhere. He could improvise, though! He was always good at that. He had people on speed dial here, held a reservation just in case, because good GOD was he not going to try cooking. He didn't need to end the evening with food poisoning.]

A carriage arrived promptly at 7 just outside of Vox's door. However she was getting her Bones, she was clearly spending them just as quickly. The carriage was a deep cherry red, gilded with gold designs along the side and upon the wheels. The driver was a young man, his face hidden by a mask, with tufts of dark feathers protruding where his ears would be. Another, older gentleman, knocked on the door to escort Vox outside, holding the door to the carriage open so he could step inside.

Violet was already there upon the plush seats, adorned in a maroon dress that dipped low at the chest and rose high along her right thigh. A small chest of ice beside her held a bottle of dark, dry wine. She smiled when he entered, eyes glancing up and down his form.

"Good boy," she praised, "you have not disappointed me yet."

He locked up before he allowed the escort, and climbed into the carriage with a practiced care. He enjoyed his limos, but there was everything so fantastic about carriages that he wished they were still a thing back home... outside of the goetia districts, anyway.

Vox felt his heart trip, stumble, and fall on its proverbial face- what was it about being called a 'good boy' that DID IT for him, fuck-

With a breath as he seated, he composed himself quickly enough. "Well, when you're in my line of work, you only bring your best. You look stunning, as always."

He eased back. He made no secret of admiring the view before him.

"And how shall we conquer the night...?"

Violet popped open the bottle of wine as the carriage started to move, filling a glass and handing it to him before taking her own.

"Dinner, at the nicest establishment I could find in this... very lacking realm. A spot under the sea, as it were. A view of the local marine life. I know you are fond of sharks." She said, "then, I have a gift for you, but you will need to provide me some information."

[An innocent little box about the size of his ~~large yaoi~~ hand wrapped in dark blue paper with a cyan bow is delivered to his doorstep.]

Happy Season of Light!

[The signature is a little cyan heart since Vox hasn't given the okay for them to be "out" as friends yet. Cadence is fine with it though.]

[Inside the box is a little crystal shark that she made (through a lot of trial and error) that's the perfect size for a paperweight for the busy businessman. Enjoy, Vox.]

[It's a simple envelope though it has some Christmas-y looking bees buzzing over it in what looks like crayon. Opening it up will reveal a note and a larger piece of paper.]

Dear Vox,

My training data taught me that presents are supposed to be given to people you care about this time of year. I didn't know what to buy so I hope you like this drawing.

Thank you again for looking through my code to try and help me fix my glitches.

- Caine

[The other piece of paper has three pencil drawings on it. In the upper right is a cartoony version of Vox that looks like he came from the rubber hose cartoon era with a boxier head. In the bottom left is a little cartoon bee with a flat square face and little circuit-patterened stripes.]

[The center of the page is a detailed drawing of Vox sitting with one leg crossed over the other, focusing on something on a notepad. He's tapping the eraser of a pencil against the side of his head, his face smirking at whatever he's reading.]

[There's a large basket with no note sitting in front of Vox's door. Inside is two bottles of top-shelf whiskey and SEVERAL whole dried fish.]

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