My—our—beautiful Fallen Angel stumbled through the portal before he slumped to hang limp and exhausted in Azza's arms. He was barefoot and shirtless, and for the second time, I witnessed his wings, whole and magnificent in all their glory.

Azza's power flowed from me, and the evidence of our sex disappeared. The bed became pristine, and I scrambled off it to get to Lucifer. I found myself on my knees before him, reaching to touch him.

Azza held on to him and helped him slide to kneel on the floor, his head hung, panting. He clung to Azza even as he reached for me. It was clear I had made the right decision not to send Azza away.

"Olivia..." he began as he lifted his head with great effort. The fierceness of him faded, replaced by his love for me, and he became the Lucifer I knew. He raised his eyes. "Azza. Thank you."

"Anything... everything for you, Lucifer," Azza whispered. "Sovereignty Before Authority."

Lucifer slowly came to his wits, kneeling on the floor in Azza's arms, and I touched his face. "Love..."

He reached for me and brought me close, one wing wrapping each of us before returning to wherever they went when not on display. We knelt there, a small family together, connected by strands of love as ethereal but as strong as a spider's thread.

His breathing calmed as he blinked away the last of the brain fog. At last, he spoke. "Thank you. The two of you did well. I could leave on my own power rather than wait for Him to cast me out. He is well and truly pissed."

Just as he said it, we saw lightning and heard rolling thunder before it rained a tremendous downpour, a surprise on an otherwise cloudless night where the stars had shown only minutes before. A wind blew the candles out, and the darkness threatened to surround us, but we heard a snap, and the apartment was full of candlelight again.

But it came with a cost; Lucifer slumped against Azza, all the energy he had gained in the brief moments home depleted. Azza swept him up as easily as he had me, and I watched him lay Lucifer gently onto a bed covered in rose petals, the scent of them permeating the air.

"Rose petals? Azza, really?" Lucifer whispered, and I chuckled when Azza blushed, and they disintegrated into nothing. The aroma lingered, however, and I thought it was fitting.

"Sorry," Azza said, climbing onto the bed behind him and pulling him close as he had done me for the last several days.

Lucifer waved dismissively. "It is fine, Azza. I am only teasing. Any touch of love, understanding, and care is welcome."

He looked at me and opened his arms. "Come, love, let me hold you."

I crawled onto the bed and settled into his arms as he sank into Azza's. Azza's hands touched me from across his body, and Lucifer gave a great sigh. I turned over to caress him, petting his face and running my hand through his hair.

He watched me for a moment before his eyes fluttered closed, and he relaxed. His breathing became slow and shallow; he'd fallen asleep quickly and deeply.

Azza propped himself up behind him and looked at me. "We did it, Olivia. We brought him home, under his own power, his own choice to leave. This is an enormous thing."

What he said was true, though I didn't comprehend why. I'd ask later when the immediate concerns weren't so pressing. I trailed my hand down Lucifer until I touched Azza, and they both sighed. I closed my eyes, prepared to join Lucifer, but I was afraid to, and I forced them back open.

"It's okay, Olivia. I will keep watch. Sleep."

I nodded, snuggled into Lucifer, who responded automatically by hugging me briefly. I shut my eyes and drifted.

My dreams were not pleasant. Neither were they nightmares, but I woke, whimpering regardless. The candles burned low, but as I opened my eyes, Azza restored them, and they glowed brightly again.

"I was about to wake you. His body has been tensing off and on."

I looked at Lucifer, and the sight of his face alarmed me.

His brows furrowed together, his lips pursed white, and his cheeks flushed red. I thought he would shout out at any moment; the fury would not be fit for the world.

I was wide-eyed, and Azza saw my expression. "He's angry, so furious."

"I can drain it away, but he'll need something to replace it, Olivia."

I nodded and felt Azza's power call to what he had given me. It blossomed, and I moaned, unbelieving I could consider sex again after the days we had spent together. But think about it, I did. My body did more than think.

I gathered the energy in me and nodded to Azza to slowly siphoned off the rising tide of rage in Lucifer, whose jaw and fists clenched. As the anger drained away, I trickled what I offered into him.

"Olivia? He is still likely to rouse bitter and fierce. He will only know he must have you, and there will be little I can do to control the emotion there."

"You are saying he will take me in anger?"

"It will be his instinct to either fight or fuck. We're trying to get the latter. It would not go well for him to fight."

"Okay, I think I'm ready."

"Good, because he is waking."

Lucifer growled, a feral fury rising in him. I tried not to be frightened, but I was. I felt tiny in the face of it and wondered how anything I could give would quench it.

Azza's power blossomed in me, though, filling me with a certainty I had to try. I rolled to my back, tugging Lucifer to come with me. He did and, as he moved on top of me, his wings unfurled. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist to hold him.

"Are you ready, Olivia?"

"I think so."

"Okay. I will try to give you what I can to help, but I'll be busy dealing with the anger."

The rest of Lucifer's clothes vanished, and I gasped as he pressed against me, skin to skin. The louder he growled, the harder he became until he was throbbing. I funneled what magic I had into him, picking out the passion but leaving the anger behind. It lessened, but not fast enough.

Azza was writhing next to us, his face flushed and curls in disarray. He was hard, and as Lucifer twitched against me, Azza responded in kind. He gripped himself and attempted to replace the anger with pleasure, but, again, it wasn't enough.

Lucifer stirred, rising on his arms, grinding into me. I shifted my hips, slipping him into the right location for him to thrust. His eyes snapped open, and I gasped at the cold wrath in them. I pushed everything I had to give into him, and he responded by plunging into me, burying all of himself, as he screamed.

The candles blew out a second time, only to be relit by Azza. I was too shocked to respond. I've never received such raw emotion. In one stroke, he took all I could give, and it stripped me bare.

The anger rode him. He pulled out with no other purpose but to slam into me violently. It wasn't about pleasure but about trying to gain a sense of control for himself.

"Azza?" I pleaded.

Azza couldn't answer, but my body changed, becoming wetter, and the need to take whatever Lucifer had to give me overwhelmed. I could endure, but only just. I wanted to try.

From underneath all the furious swirls in Lucifer, he asked through clenched teeth, his voice a growl. "Do I hurt you?"

"Not any more than I can stand, Lucifer."

"I want you, Olivia. I want to devour you and drown you in all this rage."

"Azza is doing what he can to turn it to pleasure for me," I explained as quickly as I could.

"It will not be enough, Olivia."

"I will endure, Lucifer. Use me. We will do what we can for you."

"Very well," he said, and the Lucifer I loved slipped away.

He did exactly what he said he'd try to do. He fucked all his fury into me. But Azza made it pleasurable for me as much as he could. They were right, it wasn't enough, but I was grateful for what he had to give. I kept my body open for Lucifer even as my mind started to shut down.

Before I slipped away and cracked completely, Lucifer drew out, but he didn't slam into me again. Instead, he moved to Azza, who flipped for him as he took on the burden I couldn't endure as long as I had thought. How he could think clearly enough to change partners mid-outrage was an enigma. I was grateful nonetheless.

I wanted to help, but the detached numbness threatened to return. Only the fact Azza needed me as much as I had required him moments before kept me aware. Azza was on all fours, and I scooted up between his arms and reached up to cup his face.

His eyes fluttered to the back of his head, and Lucifer slapped against him. Azza was, at last, getting what he'd sacrificed one hundred years to receive. But it wasn't in the loving way he had hoped it would be. So, I did the only thing I could think to do; I grabbed him in my hand and matched Lucifer's rhythm to bring Azza the pleasure he desired and deserved.

He thickened and lengthened, and as he did, his power rose. He filled the two of us until he broke through whatever barrier there had been in Lucifer, and our Fallen Angel stopped what he was doing.

Azza whimpered, wanting more, as Lucifer blinked, clearing his vision, even as he knelt, buried in Azza. When he realized what the situation was, he began to pull out and away.

"No, Lucifer, don't abandon him. He needs you... wants you in any way you'll let him have you. Love him."

Lucifer looked at the back beneath him and nodded. He ran a firm hand up the muscles there, and Azza arched for him. Lucifer shifted his weight, anchored himself by grabbing Azza's shoulder, and began with him again, this time with thought and care. It made all the difference in the strokes he gave deep inside.

Azza moaned and hung his head. "Please," he whispered.

"Beg, Azza. Beg for us, and we won't deny you," I ordered, remembering how much he enjoyed the game. "But you must beg."

"Please!" was the only word Azza seemed to know, and he repeated it for us until it became a chant.

I took a firmer hold and moved faster, Lucifer keeping the pace I was setting. Azza dripped for me, and I could feel him getting thicker.

"He's ready, Lucifer," I whispered as Azza moaned.

He nodded and changed his rhythm, his strokes not quite as deep but faster. Azza growled and panted.

Lucifer threw his head back, buried himself once more in him, and came for all he was worth. Azza, too, exploded, and I had the now-familiar gush of him across me.

I scrambled out of the way before Azza collapsed, pulling himself off Lucifer and weeping into the pillow. I rolled onto my side to pet him, but Lucifer stopped me.

"Love. I hurt you." He stated.

I shook my head. "No, you moved to Azza before it was too much."

He exhaled and nodded, relieved. "Then, let me pleasure you as I can, Olivia."

My eyes swam. "Yes." I spread my legs for him.

He moved between them, burying his mouth on me. Azza was coming to his senses, and I could feel his power fill me. Soon, I needed Lucifer desperately. "More, please."

He sunk fingers into me and worked me expertly with both hand and tongue. In a matter of seconds, they kicked me over the edge between pleasure wanted and desire fulfilled, and I fell through the bliss which bloomed in me.

"Roll with her, Azza," Lucifer said, and he left my body gently, but he was no longer necessary to make me continue to orgasm. Azza took over, and his power surged and ebbed, and I became lost to it.

I don't know how long it went on, but at some point, Lucifer lay beside me, rolled me over, and embraced me. I continued to ride what Azza did to me as he lay behind Lucifer, and, once they had settled, he brought me down.

I didn't even open my eyes as he did, but fell straight into sleep, wrapped up in Lucifer's arms.