The Mafia's Bride and Groom's (fxmxmxm)

Sickly Sweet Revenge (le petit steam)

"Angel don't-"

It's too late. Angel, only in his underwear, leaps from the cold bathtub and hurries to get Will wet. Will stumbles back on bad legs in their full bathroom but is unable to escape his spiteful counterpart. 

Will growls when freezing arms wrap around him, a wet head of silver hair turning his shirt dark with ice water. "Angel!"

"Well, you needed a bath anyway," Lucifer's voice comes up behind them, and the next moment Will is being maneuvered into the large tub against his will. He hisses and growls as three of the four of them fill up a very cold, now crowded, bath.  

"Dammit." Will finds himself tangled with two other lithe bodies. The water is fucking freezing. Who's idea was this! 

The room fills with barking and howling and splashing- if only for a moment. "Alright now fucking hurry up," Lucifer groans at all three of them. "I'm starving." He seems in a poor mood.

"Then leave," Angel bites back, being shoved out of the tub as Will tries to untangle them. Nyas caught between her leg under Will's ass and the rising water that threatens to kill her translator. Angel tosses all his clothes off, whatever is left, then gets water all over the stone floor and struts teasingly before Lucifer. "You're hungry," the model presses, "then go out."

A striking hand whips out and wraps around Angel's throat. The model shatters backward while Lucifer walks their bodies back, all the way back, until Angel is pressed into the cold shower glass. 

Angel loses all his breath in an instant. For just a moment, the hand feels like Rain Westwoods, like he's back in that dark bathroom getting beaten to death, but then Angel is back, looking into Lucifer's clear pools of emerald green. Lucifer doesn't scare him, not even with one hand tightly covering the model's throat. Angel is not afraid.  

With a mouth along Angel's ear, Lucifer murmurs, "Viceman, I am in a terrible mood. Watch it." 

Angel smiles shyly, liking the way Lucy presses all against him, liking the dominating nature Lucifer seems to struggle with tonight.  Angel whispers back, "Watch this." Long, lithe fingers come between them until Angel is fondling the devil through his black pants, getting the devil's clothes wet. Silver eyes gloat behind fluttering black lashes as he presses and pulls on something under the fabric. "Still hungry?" 

The cold hand around his throat constricts, the devil presses closer, towering Angel with a demanding air. "Starving." Lucifer suddenly leans down and kisses Angel's neck, kisses his collar bone, before sucking on it harshly. Angel mewls, gathering all the attention of the bathroom, and a moment later, Lucifer is pulling away from a swollen hickie. Angel bites his lip, wanting more, but then the devil growls, "Now get in the fucking shower." 

Lucifer's leaves so suddenly, letting Angel crumble against the wall, that the entire bathroom can feel it when the devil's presence is gone. The peanut gallery releases a pent up sigh.

Angel breaths haggardly, "W-what's gotten into h-him?" He looks to the messy tub.

Will and Nya are hardly functional in the bath still, and yet, they're grateful for the ice water cooling them down. "Fuck," Will bites out, looking away while his face remains flushed. Lucifer is pissed right now but not in the 'i'm going to bite your head off' way. More in the 'i'm gonna punish your submissive ass' kinda way. Will sputters, "He's gonna be all over us tonight."

Angel smiles at that. "Then we better hurry!" 

Will sighs as the model stumbles into the shower, and the evening routine truly begins. Will feels Nya shift next to him. He looks overseeing Nya press her thighs together as she bites lightly on one finger, back firmly pressing on the porcelain tub. Her gaze is filled with needy adrenaline. Will notices that her other hand is between her closed legs-