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hacker-milo-blue:

“Ugh, you’re so butch. It’s hot.” He stuck his hands under Mick’s shirt to steal some of his body heat. The guy was always warm, Milo loved that. It meant they could sleep naked, which just made things easier later. “I feel like seven is maybe too few. You might get bored without at least 20. You’d look good with a beard. Not as good as you look now, but I wouldn’t kick you out of bed.” Milo conceded Mick was probably right, and sank against him, grinning and seriously considering taking off his clothes. Mick had a habit of talking him into sex. Not that he usually needed it all that much. “Don’t undersell me.” He stuck his hand down Mick’s pants, partially just for warmth.

“Obviously. How are you always so damn cold?” The demon jumped a little at Milo’s cold hands pressing against his stomach. He was sort of used to it at this point but initially it was no less shocking. “I do get bored easily. 20′s a good number, though maybe 25 just to be safe.” He smirked. “You better not kick me out of bed, beard or no beard.” Milo was never hard to talk into things, especially not sex, which they’d certainly been having a lot of. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He muttered, jumping a little again at the cold hands down his pants and sliding his hands up under Milo’s shirt, pressing against him more firmly.

#c: milo

msastridmoreau:

“Damn fucking right. And when the world goes to shit, it goes fast. I’m not getting caught by surprise.”

“Good plan. Though it’s pretty much gone to shit already, hasn’t it?”

#c: astrid

samuelvalk:

Shrugging, Sam pulled up his pants leg just far enough to reveal his prosthetic. “IUD,” he clarified before dropping the fabric back over his leg. “Took most of my hearin’, too. It’s rough sometimes, but nothin’ left to do about it, y’know?”

Bael’s eyebrows went up a little when Sam showed him the prosthetic. “Ouch. Must be hard, especially the way things are now.” Maybe this was his way in. If he could offer to restore the guy and make him whole again, Bael might have a chance at his soul after all.

#c: samuel

aidenwatkins:

“That’s what I thought,” Lucifer laughed, shaking his head. At least he had a few demons that were worth something. Bael, Brand, even Christian came in handy from time to time. “I’m sure you’ll manage just fine. I’ll need updates as often as you can get them out.” He figured he could let the humans have their resistance until it got to be a headache. Maybe it would never escalate that far; the less people he had to dispose of, the easier things would be.

Bael chuckled but let that subject drop without commenting on it anymore. He figured that was best in case Lucifer actually did decide to stick him with that horrible job. He nodded. “Obviously. I’ll let you know when I’ve actually infiltrated. I’m still working on that point, but I have an in.” Milo seemed like the kind who would have connections to the resistance if he wasn’t actually part of it. Bael figured it was probably time he broached that subject since Milo lived with him now.

#c: lucifer

samsonfisks:

“Yeah, nice girl, too, but I said no thanks.”

“Really? So you don’t want your heart fixed?”

#c: samson

samuelvalk:

“In some ways,” Sam agreed with a nod. “Harder in others.” It would be easier to deal with the world as it was now without his disabilities, but Sam had been dealing with them for long enough now that it wasn’t so bad.

“How’s it harder?” Bael was genuinely curious and also looking for an angle that he could somehow use to get in with this guy. It was proving harder than he wanted but the demon was nothing if not persistent.

#c: samuel #slow dramatic zoom!#lol

missgordon2you:

Alli shrugged. She had no idea how to make this better. “Just time, I guess. I’ll go home soon and snuggle my cat till it passes maybe. Thank you though, honey. Um… how are you?”

“If you find that’s not enough, let me know. I’ll figure something out. Name’s Mickey Klein.” Might as well give her his name so she’d know who to look up when she got desperate. He shrugged at the question. “Not bad. I didn’t really know any of them so...better than you. Trying to ride the wave and hope I’m not next.”

#c: alli

samsonfisks:

“Let me guess - My soul, you fix it?”

“You’ve already heard that offer?”

#c: samson

aidenwatkins:

Lucifer snorted, rolling his eyes. “Careful, or I’ll make dealing with them your job.” He liked Bael, as much as he could like someone so much lower than him. Bael never gave him trouble, and actually yielded real results. If all his demons could be more like him, they probably would have taken the world eons ago. Raising an eyebrow, he nodded. He was impressed with Bael’s initiative. “That’s a good idea. They probably won’t be any kind of real threat in the long run, but if we can squash them now, it’ll make our lives easier.”

Bael held his hands up in mock surrender. “Got it. No more teasing.” He chuckled and dropped his hands. The demon waited to see what Lucifer thought of his project and was pleased that he seemed impressed by it. “That’s what I figured. Might as well have someone on the inside who can take them down before they get too annoying. I’ll have to pretend at being less demony, or at least hide my activities.” Not that that would be too hard, he was good at playing human.

#c: lucifer #only he's not leaving

hacker-milo-blue:

“Would you? How noble. What would be your weapon of choice?” The image of Mick fighting seagulls was hilarious. He pretended to wince at the punch. “Seven wives then. You could be one of those crazy Mormons. Or maybe you’ve just got ‘em hanging by their hair in a secret dungeon somewhere.” Mick’s house was way too minimalist and modern to have a Bluebeard’s Chamber. Though he did have an excellent walk-in closet, that Milo had appreciated. And been appreciated in. “God, you have no idea. It’s like an itch I can’t scratch. I mean, I know all the news is shit, but what kind of shit exactly?” Milo slid closer and grinned, kissing Mick and putting his arms around the other man’s neck. “Mmm, right here? I’m pretty sure the cops would still have an issue with it. At the very least, we should charge admission.”

“Who says I need a weapon? They’re just birds.” Animals tended to sense his demonic nature and not be fond of him so he figured he could just scare off the birds that way. He grinned at Milo’s suggestion. “Exactly. Why settle for one wife when you can have seven? Secret dungeon? Who am I, Bluebeard?” Bael shook his head, scoffing at the idea. “Likely a lot of the same shit that’s going on here. End times and all.” He scoffed at Milo’s protests about them being in public. “Cops, shmops. I do like the admission idea.” He pressed closer and kissed Milo again, as if to show just how much he didn’t care that they weren’t alone.

#c: milo

msastridmoreau:

“Yeah, I’m like a fucking Boy Scout. Minus the shit uniform and homophobia.”

“So much better than a Boy Scout, for both of those reasons. Why are you so prepared?”

#c: astrid

samuelvalk:

“Air Force,” Sam responded with a little smile. He didn’t notice the other man’s frustrations. “I was para-rescue, back in the day. We dealt with all kinda shit.” His time in the military came with the added bonus of making him hard to rattle, as well. It certainly came in handy these days.

Well, that explained it. “Bet that makes dealing with the current situation much easier.” The army types were usually harder to rattle, unless they were riddled with PTSD and guilt. Sam didn’t strike him as the type, though.

#c: samuel

aidenwatkins:

“I wish I could say the same. I get the absolute pleasure of spending most of my time trying to kick their useless asses into gear.” He scowled, nodding his head. “You’re probably right. Maybe if I do away with those two, some of the others will realize they can’t get a free ride.”

“Don’t envy you that, Boss-Man.” He smirked, teasing a little. Bael felt like he could since he and Lucifer were basically friends, at least professionally. “Never hurts to send a message.” It was probably time he told Lucifer about his current project. “In other news, I’m trying to infiltrate the resistance. If my numbers drop a bit, it’s because I’m laying low to get in good with them.”

#c: lucifer

hacker-milo-blue:

“The birds are - a temporary problem. I got them out again. Seagulls are really aggressive, okay?” Milo normally could get his shack fixed up or call someone to come fix it, but with the barrier up, handy man services were harder to come by. And his DIY abilities weren’t amazing. He grinned and put his arm around Mick’s waist. “If I asked to move in, you’d be freaking out too. Probably invent a wife or something.” He nudged Mick. “I’ll pack up some stuff and shut down my setup. It’s not like the net’s working properly yet.” Milo was glad he could still access the Internet, but it not updating was becoming more and more of an itch he couldn’t scratch.

“Are they? Don’t tell me you need me to come fight them off for you.” He smirked and punched Milo playfully in the arm. Bael snorted at the accusation. “A wife? Please. I’d come up with something better than a wife.” The demon smiled a moment later, though, well aware that he’d have to be extra careful to keep his demonic nature secret from Milo. Shouldn’t be that hard since he did most of his work away from home, anyway. “No? Must be driving you insane.” He teased, knowing full well how Milo seemed to feel about his technology. Bael didn’t share the feelings since technology didn’t like him. “I know a different way to drive you insane...” His smirk grew wider as he pulled the other man closer.

#c: milo

ruby--bee:

“So good to know. Really.”

“Hey, at least you know someone finds you entertaining.”

#c: ruby

aidenwatkins:

“I’ve been meaning to delete that guy for at least a century. Ukobatch, too.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me of Ukobatch. I’ve managed to avoid him for at least four decades and mean to keep doing it. Anyway. The less dead weight, the better.”

#c: lucifer

samsonfisks:

“I mean, sure, but that’s not how the world works.”

“What if I told you it could work that way?”

#c: samson

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