10. Can you play? (Lucifer Morningstar)
Tony was done playing nice. He hated it. The team was annoying the hell out of him. He didn’t care if they hated him, or loved him. It was the whiplash between the two moods that was killing him.
He was so glad he was in LA. Hetty Lange had asked for a canny UC operator, and Vance was only too happy to ask Tony. Tony for once, did not kick a gift horse in the mouth and got on a plane.
He had five messages on his phone of the same variation, how could he leave? Why was he not being the faithful St Bernard?
Tony was getting sick of it. He was a competent Agent and was good at what he did. He was feeling stifled in Washington. It was so bad he was thinking of asking Letty if she had an opening.
The bar, Lux, was the place to go if you were looking to lose yourself. Tony couldn’t deny that the idea had merit. He stepped through the doors and loved it. The atmosphere embodied want, take, have. It was a philosophy he could get behind.
The piano was a thing of beauty. Tony found himself wanting to run his hands along it.
“Do it,” a male voice to the side said.
Tony whirled around, “Not mine. It would be like cheating.”That earned Tony an amused grin. The guy was gorgeous and confident. Tony couldn’t decide what he wanted to get his hands on more - the guy, or the piano.
The guy smirked, “It is my bar and my Piano. I say play it ... if you can.”Tony pouted, “You wanna play it like that, huh?”
He sat down at the piano. It was a stunning piece, well-crafted and he would guess well-cared for. Tony asked him, “Any requests?”“Sinner man, Nina Simone. It speaks to me.”
Tony just bet it did. The guy looked like the best sex on legs. He had no clue just how true that statement was. For he was talking to the Devil himself. He worked hard to keep up his image.
Tony had to read people for a living. It could be the difference between life and death for him. He returned sinner man’s smirk as he didn’t have a name. “I’ll play it if you sing it.”
The devil put his drink down, “You’re on.”The song was something. The few who in the bar got to admire the skill of both the piano player and the singer. They were also pretty to look at which helped.
The song finished and Tony was sad it was over. He'd had fun playing. It was a sad realisation that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had had true fun. Damn if it was that long, it was too sad to think about.
“And what is the name of my new piano player?” Lucifer asked.Tony laughed because wow, there was confident, and then there was this guy. “I think the Federal Government may object to you stealing me.”
The guy frowned, “Why would I care? I am Lucifer Morningstar.”Tony snickered, “Oh, really. The Devil. Well, you haven’t tempted me yet?”Lucifer looked at him with fascination. Tony was guessing that everything came easily to this guy; money, girls, power. Lucifer was used to getting what he wanted. Tony felt he should feel a chase or too. It would be good for him.
“You’re not enticed?” Tony leaned in closer, he knew how to play the tease, “Well, attracted, yes. Enticed, not yet.”Tony twirled around on the piano chair and went to the bar for a drink. The bartender, was even prettier, what was it with this place?
She poured his drink, and added, “No charge, anyone that can rattle Lucifer gets you a drink on the house.” “It doesn’t happen too often, I’m guessing,” Tony observed.
Maize smirked, “No, not often. It will be good for him.”Tony sucked in a breath because despite what she thought. Tony was a sure thing. He just wanted Lucifer to work for it a little. The man in question slid onto the stool next to him.
Lucifer pouted, “So why won’t you come to bed with me?” Tony’s lip curled up in a half smirk, “Well, you haven’t asked me. A boy likes to feel special, you know.”Lucifer snorted but knew how to continue. He lent over his new friend, “Oh darling, I will make you feel so special you will forget your name.” Tony sighed, “I have to fly back to Quantico in the morning.”
Lucifer shrugged, “Oh, I will only need a night. Then you will come back for more.”****It was the damnedest thing, Lucifer was right. Even funnier, depending on who you asked - it wasn’t a one night stand. They did the cliched long distance thing.
Tony knew McSnoopalot had tried to hack his files to figure out where he was going. It didn’t work and he had to replace his gear himself. McGee could have asked requisitions for a new computer. It would mean explaining, how the virus was downloaded in the first place. He didn’t know how but Tony knew Lucifer was responsible.
He would think of a reward worthy of such a gift. How do you reward the Devil? Tony knew just what he to do. He stopped off at the shop to buy whipped cream, honey dust, and the odd strawberry. After all, decadence wasn’t just his boyfriend’s remit.
No, he knew what he could do. Sign the transfer request Letty had landed in his email this morning. He would still get the items, as they would want to celebrate in style.
Anyone interested should check out Tom Ellis singing Sinner man on youtube, he's in character. :D Also, my teaching term has started so updates will likely slow down. Sorry