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

I have died a thousand days (el steam, pour favor)

"Surprise, sweetheart" is code for, "Fucking hold on tight."

What proceeds to happen in the late evening light is perhaps the world's worst pole dancing. That is, if you've ever seen good pole dancing, which Will has not. 

Lucifer must have hidden a metal pole somewhere in their room, because in the brief time Will was on the stairs, they had moved it to the center of the bedroom where there was an infinite amount of open space. Now, it was adorned by two scandalously clad drunkards who couldn't dance properly to this music even if they wanted too, but they do their best. 

"Lucifer!" Will growls at the snide man next to him, confused and excited and angry- Will doesn't know what to feel. "What the fuck?"

"You got your cast off today," the devil says lowly with a wicked smirk. "We had to celebrate." 

There's a sense that Lucifer also just really wanted to see his partners dressed like the inside of a Victoria Secret catalog, evident by the devilish look on his handsome face. Angel and Nya have taken their over shirts off, exposing that lacy lingerie that Lucifer picked for them.

They turn and watch in disbelief as Nya and Angel bash around, occasionally swinging around the pole in a classless manner. All of them are broad smiles and giggles and hazy eyes. Angel swings around the pole with long, elegant legs. He looks to his audience as he slowly runs his hands up and down his thigh highs. 

Nya joins him on the pole, bouncing low and wide, with her back against the cool metal. All eyes are hungry as Nya reaches under her exposed bralette and pulls it over her head, revealing peaky, needy breasts. Nya is shameless as she dances for them, bouncing to the beat of the music. 

Will chokes, the others cackle.  It's become abundantly clear what this night is turning into. 

The music is upbeat and alternative, but suddenly, Angel grabs Nya's hand like they were ballroom dancing as he turns her and spins her into his arms, pole long forgotten. The two of them are all curves, with plump chests and sultry hips. Their skin luminant under the low light and the bit of moonlight peeking through the bedroom walls. 

Nya laughs, being spun into Angel's chest,  and her hands go everywhere. One hand goes to Angel's neck while the other fondles his ass, as they spin with one another like there is no tomorrow. Nya pulls Angel's head down until they can kiss, and as soon as he's in reach, she gives him everything she's got. 

They kiss with open wet mouths, they kiss and spin and dance, bruising their lips, and Angel moans into Nya's mouth before biting on her bottom lip. Angel bites, and maybe it's because he's tipsy, but he bites a little too hard until there's a small cut in Nya's gum. She couldn't taste it anyway, but the blood makes her squeal. Makes her lean into him entirely as they share all that they are, as they press hot and wanting chests together. 

Their lips turn red. Bright red and swollen and wet, but it makes them deliriously happy. They look absolutely mad. 

"Well, that plan died quickly," Lucy tells Will from the bed, watching Nya and Angel fall into kissing each other instead of pole dancing. In fact, they use the pole as support while they sway and bob and melt. Lucifer stands and reaches a hand out towards his soldier. "Dance with me."

Will scowls though he is blushing and needy for attention. "I am not touching that pole," Will states, refusing to move. Refusing to admit that he is both embarrassed, as well as undeniably in need of something more. He shouldn't be embarrassed, these are the people he loves.

The devil cackles and leans down so he can pull Will off the bed. Will has no rhythm, but that's okay, Lucifer happens to be very light on his feet. Especially when he's giving all his attention and touch to the graceless soldier.