The Cape Rouge, Saturday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

Well, it was Saturday, and the only mention of Duke and Octavia Lucifer had heard in days was from the radio. Apparently there was another thing going on, rather than a passing Fandom fancy, and Lucifer-- just wasn't in the mood to keep track.

He had returned from the bar with a rather sizable collection of bottles. He had slipped into the bedroom, flicked through the channels until he found something incredibly stupid that didn't remind him of either of his partners, parked a bag of chips on the nightstand, and kicked off his super secret plan.

Which was, obviously, staying in bed and drinking until he stopped feeling quite so lonely.

[[ open for them who might venture onto the Rouge. ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia nuzzled at Duke's shoulder. "I --" No. "She, she didn't know you two like I do, but... I think, after the glimpse into all three of us together, she was... curious. For the possibility."

At least until the conversation where she'd ended up calling that Duke a sociopath.

"Like there was something she was missing."

[betterthanaplan]

"Something we -- they -- were both missing," Duke agreed. "Luce was right. That guy was very repressed."

He'd wanted to keep himself pure. Duke was avoiding thinking too hard how and for what.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's always sad when they're in the self-hating queer phase," Lucifer sighed. He put the toothpaste and the toothbrush down on the nightstand, too.

And then crawled onto the bed.

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia murmured.

Her hands found their way under Duke's shirt.

[betterthanaplan]

"He probably wasn't self-aware enough to be self-hating."

It was hard to feel sexy while trash talking his alternate self. Duke stretched up to give Octavia room to work, and reached for the water.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snorted. "That kind of repression is essentially the same thing," he said. "Don't think I didn't see him looking at me."

He slung an arm around Octavia's waist, and let his hand settle on Duke's hip.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia peeled the shirt off Duke to the best of her ability - or at least as far as it would go with the whole water glass business also happening.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke took a sip of the water and tugged it off the rest of the way, tossing it aside. Then pressed his forehead into the side of Lucifer's head again.

"He was happy to look," he said. "He knew you were gorgeous. Knew both of you were. He just. Thought he had some kind of . . . higher purpose."

Calling the other Duke 'he' was helping. Pushing the guy aside.

[my_own_advocate]

"He was a fool, then," Lucifer said, pulling up the covers a bit, settling into the helpless pile of people they were swiftly becoming. "No one loves a zealot."

[okteiviakom]

"I called him a sociopath." That should've been a 'her', but Octavia wasn't going to call attention to it by correcting herself again. "To his face."

She pulled away, only just enough to try and wiggle her way out of her pants.

[betterthanaplan]

“You hurt him with that,” Duke noted. “Because t he’d already drunk too much ch of the Rev’s kook-aid to think about why.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer muttered. "Perhaps that'll give him something to think about."

[okteiviakom]

"She was just trying to make him see," Octavia murmured, as she moved to settle back down, under the covers.

[betterthanaplan]

It wouldn’t. That Duke denied himself booze and swimming and sex. The high of his trouble was the only release he had left.

He’d never let it go.

Duke wasn’t going to tell them that. He shucked off his pants and slid beneath the covers instead.

“Just shows how lucky I am I found you guys,” he murmured.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snuggled closer, and slid one hand into Duke's hair. Thought of a conversation with Octavia, not too long ago. "We're all lucky," he said softly.

[okteiviakom]

"I think, without each other," Octavia murmured, watching them, "we don't work."

Or at least it was even harder.

[betterthanaplan]

“Briyon gona,” Duke said. He turned his head to kiss Lucifer’s hand.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft sigh at the touch. "I'm rather glad I was spared the Lucifer-of-another-universe, personally."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia settled down on the other side of Duke. An argument could have been made for giving Lucifer the middle spot, this time, but she'd sort of just... ended up here.

Maybe it was the deep familiarity of it.

She curled against Duke, either way. "Maybe for the best," she agreed.

[betterthanaplan]

"I'm not sure there's a better or worse here," Duke said, relaxing under the familiar, comforting weight of his partners. "Let's just be glad we're all actually here and us again, okay?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Agreed," Lucifer said, and let his hand slide along Duke's shoulder, under the covers, where he wrapped a firm arm around Duke's waist. "I suggest falling asleep watching something terrible, and then waking up to a spirited bout of we're-all-back sex."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia slid her own arm around Duke, and if it ended up on Lucifer's, well, that was exactly what she wanted.

"Sounds like a plan," she murmured.

[betterthanaplan]

"I still haven't brushed my teeth," Duke muttered.

But made no effort to do so. It would mean pulling away from them, after all, and that just wasn't worth it.

[my_own_advocate]

"You can brush them later," Lucifer told him. "I think Octavia and I can handle the risk of your trauma-breath."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia agreed. "It can wait."

They weren't letting him go, now.