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Lucifer's mansion, Wednesday evening

It was Wednesday, and Duke had spent the day primarily at the mansion, talking to an architect and an engineer about were and how to get an indoor pool with plenty of natural light into the building's basement.

Now he was in the kitchen, cooking up a nice, simple shrimp scampi, dressed up with the inclusion of fresh pasta. It was one of his first forays into making his own pasta, and while the noodles were definitely a bit on the uneven side, he was pleased with the results.

Now all he needed was his boyfriend, and Date Night could get properly underway!

[for him as is mentioned]

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"I suppose weed wouldn't be a solution," Lucifer mused out loud.

He sat back, watching Duke.

“Not without talking that over with her first,” Duke said, shaking his head. “Nothing for it, babe. I’m just gonna have to get over myself.”

Lucifer sighed, then flashed him a fond, only slightly exasperated smile.

"Just remember she will love you even if you do cock this up," he said. "We both will."

"Yeah, I know," Duke assured him. "I just wonder sometimes if you two will always like me."

"You are occasionally frustrating," Lucifer said. "But we have known that for years, and yet we still very much like you. Relax, you silly sod."

"Yeah, well, everything I say doesn't seem to piss you off," Duke muttered, picking up his wine glass to take a hefty swig. "Sometimes, with her . . . I really wonder why she still puts up with me."

"Because she finds you delightful a great deal of the time," Lucifer said, watching him. "You have good instincts with her. It's when you get too far into your own head about something that things go wrong, as far as I can tell."

"So . . . less thinking, more drinking?" Duke asked wryly. "When did this all become so complicated?"

When you made it complicated, baby. That was his point.

"When you started overcomplicating it," Lucifer said, agreeing with the narrative. "I remember how you worked to teach yourself her language. Not out of fear of losing her, but because you care to."

"I like languages," Duke said, by way of agreement. "And she was easier, then. She hadn't -- that was before the bunker."

"It was before you went to Haven, got depressed, and let your worries get the best of you, as well," Lucifer pointed out gently. "Octavia and I get along now because I got out of my head and focused on working out what was going on in hers, instead."

Duke nodded. "That's --" He cut himself off with a sigh, melting back in his seat a little and taking another long sip of wine. "I'm glad. I am just. I'm really glad you two are okay, that you have each other when I'm flailing around like this." He gave Lucifer a small smile. "At least I don't instinctively feel like I need to try to fix your relationship, too."

Lucifer matched his smile with a similar one of his own.

"We have all had our periods of flailing," he said. "She and I earnestly want to help you get past yours. Not just for our own sake, either."

Duke thought about that and gave a little huff.

"This is your version of refusing to leave when I declare myself incapable of love, huh."

"Seems only fair," Lucifer said, smile widening.

Duke laughed. "Well. Alright then." He held out his glass towards Lucifer. "Cheers to that."

"Cheers," Lucifer said, clinking it with his own.

He took a sip.

Then slid out of his chair to make his way to Duke.

Duke sipped his own wine again -- it was running low -- and watched Lucifer move curiously.

Lucifer held out a hand for him. "Now," he said, "Are you going to let me spoil you with minimal overthinking?"

Duke grinned, set his wine down, and took Lucifer's hand.

"I think that's part of why I like the ropes," he admitted. "I don't have to think at all. Let alone overthink."

"You and Octavia are alike in that way," Lucifer observed. "Though she prefers more metaphorical bondage."

He pulled Duke to his feet.

Duke let out another huff, letting himself be pulled.

"Yeah, I've had plenty of metaphorical bondage in my time. I very much prefer the literal kind."

And maybe that had been part of the issue with Octavia, back in the day. He'd have to talk it over with his therapist, sometime.

"She did ask recently what I would do if I had both of you at my mercy at once," Lucifer said, tugging him towards the stairs. "It's an interesting thought exercise."

"Oh yeah?" Duke asked, happy to let himself be led. "I always pictured it more her having both of us at her mercy -- but that way sounds fun, too. What'd you decide?"

"Oh, I had a lot of ideas," Lucifer said merrily. "Though I think the one with the most merit on a relatively short timescale is tying you up and making her service you..."

	
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Lucifer's mansion, Wednesday evening

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