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innocentlittlelucifer:

“Yes, I—” Lucifer’s eyes shot wide and he hissed frantically as he did not approve of others touching him. At least not without his consent. The elder now had a different look in his eyes, a different one than he previously had while trying to ‘reason’ with the male. It was as like an animal spotting it’s prey, and was getting ready to attack. Still keeping that intense stare in his black eyes, his gaze suddenly flicked down to the familiar liquid emerging from the others tongue. Blood. The one thing that always captivated the Devil, seeing that he loved everything about the substance.

He found himself in a daze by the ruby red liquid, but quickly snapped out of it, fixating his gaze back up on the creature in front of him. “Then maybe I’ll just beat you senseless and have you running out of here like a bitch.” He snarled, his hand snapping up to curl his slender digits around the males throat as his grip tightened immensely, pulling the others face closer to Lucifer’s. “I’m going to make you wish you never set foot in here.” And with that, and after allowing his sharp nails to penetrate the others skin, he shoved him away— hard enough to hit the wall behind across the one the Devil was against.

This hiss coming from the other surprised him, confounded by the sudden shift of his gaze. The animalistic hints reminding him of his own state of wildness when engaging in what he’d refer to as a perfect hunt. Meaning when the victim he chose had some backbone and tried to run. Unfortunately they never got away. And so he offered the male a scornful grin, teeth leaving his tongue to let the crimson liquid dribble down his tongue and later smudge across his bottom lip as he let the wounded muscle glide across it. He wasn’t intimidated, didn’t feel even the slightest ounce of fright. There was nothing but the desire to provoke and suffer the consequences, whatever they could be. 

“Run like a bitch?" He scoffed rather loudly, rolling his eyes in the most indiscrete manner he could possibly manage. "Sorry to tell you but I am a stubborn fuck and I don’t run." He barely had enough time to finish his sentence before the male’s hand embraced his throat, the pressure making it impossible to breathe. It was unpleasant, seeing as breathing was a habit he had had for almost a thousand years by now, cutting it off so suddenly caused him to wheeze, a glint of playfulness flashing through his celadon eyes. The faint stinging emerging from the spots on his neck where the other’s nails dug into the skin caused him to snarl. He barely reacted when pushed away, not until his back hit the wall and the oxygen he had contained was knocked out of his lungs, making him cough.  Unwillingly his legs budged and he sunk to the flooring, remaining there for nothing more than two seconds, soon up on his feet again, gazing at the other from beneath his raven fringe, brows a bit lowered, right hand covering the small wounds upon his neck. "Is that all you’ve got?”