One Hundred and Twenty-Two…

One Hundred and Twenty-Two: Awakening

Contains explicit sexual language. I am trying to be as tasteful as possible when it comes to writing about Lucifer’s raging hormones.

Can’t talk to Mom (Lauren) about this. Can’t talk to Dad. Definitely can’t talk to Lance.

I’ve no choice but to speak with my stupid, asshole of a brother.

Lucifer approached Reznik.

Rez was watching a horror movie. The female vampire hissed, bared her fangs as she rose from her coffin.

“This movie sucks.”

“Ahh! No! Please don’t bite me!” a female voice shouted from the television.

“What? Is there something you need?” Reznik asked Lucifer.

“Kinda. But you have to promise me you won’t… laugh.”

“No. I can’t promise that.”

“Never mind then.” Lucifer stalked from the room.

“Wait,” Rez said. “Don’t be such a whiny baby. Come back here and tell big brother all about it.” He laughed, switched off the TV with the remote.

God. Should I talk to him?

Screw it. I don’t have much choice.

Lucifer plopped down on the sofa.

Reznik stared at him. “So what is it? What’s your problem?”

Lucifer held in a deep breath, then blew it out.

“There’s this girl. I really, really like her.”

“And?”

“I’ve been… getting…” he cleared his throat. “Urges and stuff. I don’t know how to stop feeling this way. It’s starting to drive me crazy. How do I stop it?”

“So you’re horny? Lucifer, every guy gets like that. Especially at your age. It’s normal; even for you.”

“What do I do about it? How can I stop it?”

“You can’t stop it.” Reznik chuckled. “Actually, there’s only one way to stop it. At least for a little while until you get the urge again.”

“So… you’re saying I have to—”

He nodded, stifling laughter.

“Haven’t you ever played with yourself?”

“Not really. When Mom (Lauren) told me what sex was, she said it was bad to masturbate or whatever.” Lucifer cleared his throat again, and squirmed.

“Well she’s full of shit,” Reznik said.

“You take your hand and go like this.” Reznik made a fist, demonstrated quick jerking movements.

“Yeah,” Lucifer said. “I kinda figured it was something like that.” Jesus. This is embarrassing as hell.

“There’s nothing wrong with jerking off. Don’t listen to Lauren, she doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about. Every guy does it.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

“It’s the only way you’ll get relief. At least until you’re ready for the real thing.”

“Sure. Thanks for not laughing at me. Mostly.”

Rez looked down. “Damn. I’m glad I don’t have to jerk off anymore. I don’t miss those days.”

A little later, Lucifer caught Mila playing skee ball.

She turned.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “Your face is a little red, and you’re breathing hard.”

“Yeah. I’m great… now.”

‘It’s the only way you’ll get relief. At least until you’re ready for the real thing,’ Reznik said earlier.

Shit, Lucifer thought. I’m ready for the real thing right now.

“I’m bored,” Mila complained.

I can think of something for us to do.

“How about we get some weed? We could smoke it together, or something.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Come on. It’ll be fun. Haven’t you ever tried it before? You’d like it.”

Lucifer stood.

“What if it gets you to start craving those pills again? You’d end right back up at square one.”

She sat upright. Eyes of pale green pleaded with him, breaking his resolve.

“Please?” she softly asked. “Just this one time?”

“Dammit, Mila. I—I guess. But this is the only time and I mean that.”

“Thank you, Lucifer!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The following night, Lucifer scored just enough marijuana to make one joint.

He bought it from one of Justin Logan’s friends.

If Lucifer’s parents ever found out, they’d kill him.

Lucifer snacked on a hamburger while Mila smoked her joint. A tiny container of eye drops sat nearby for Mila to use. It helped keep her eyes from resembling Towelie’s… from South Park.

The couple also enjoyed watching a movie.

The sweet smell of marijuana drifted into his senses. Smoke was thick. He held back the impulse to cough.

“Damn, Lucifer. I wanna live here with you… forever.” Her speech was slow, almost slurred.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you here,” Lucifer said, taking another bite of his cheeseburger.

“Yeah. You’re so incredible. So wonderful and sweet,” she gushed. “If I would’ve known what a great guy you were, I never would’ve…”

“That’s not important anymore, Mila. So don’t worry about it. You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

“Why don’t you take a hit?” she asked. “It’s the least I could offer since you got me a joint.”

“Nah. I don’t know.” He finished his sandwich and took a sip of cola.

“You better eat your ice cream.” Lucifer chuckled. “It’s melting.”

“Let it melt. I’m too high to worry about eating. Usually I get the munchies but not this time.”

“Come on, Lucifer. Live a little. If you don’t want to take a hit, at least let me use the shotgun technique.” She giggled.

Shotgun?

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” she said. “This shit puts you in a whole new dimension… like the Twilight Zone.” She laughed so loud, Lucifer was afraid his family could hear.

He shushed her. She laughed again.

They observed the television, but wasn’t exactly concentrating on the sci-fi movie.

“Come on,” she prodded. “I wanna show you a whole other world, Lucifer. One that’s even weirder than this world.”

Mila rose part-way, crawled a few inches toward him.

Okay. I’ll do anything you want. Anything.

She hummed a tune. Then sang:  ♪ A whole new world. A new fantastic point of view. No one to tell us no, or where to go. Or say we’re only dreaming… ♫

Terrific, he mused. A Disney song. She’s flying higher than a kite or a Boeing 747.

She took a drag, then cupped her hands together and blew smoke at him. “Open your mouth, Lucifer. Inhale.”

“I don’t feel anything. Maybe you should get closer.”

She did.

Yeah… so this is what it’s all about. And now I feel like singing.

“Jesus. That must be some good shit. I feel… dizzy and weird. But very relaxed.”

“Nice isn’t it?” Mila said.

“Yeah. And it’s just you and me. I can’t see my bedroom. I only see you.”

She grinned.

He sang those words inside his mind: ♪ I can show you the world. Shining, shimmering, splendid. Tell me, princess, now when did you last let your heart decide? ♪

His hands inched up her arms to her shoulders. Their faces were inches apart. So. Damn. Close.

So close he could already feel her lips on his.

He buried his fingers in the softness of her hair, stroked her cheek and neck.

Sea green eyes closed. Waited for his mouth. Waited for him to touch her in forbidden places.

He knew it. He knew she finally needed him as badly as he needed her.

Lips gently touched.

Heart pumped out of control. Heat flourished over his entire body, face.

The dream has become a reality.

His mind brightened with romantic visuals.

I love you. I love you. I need you so bad.

His mother tapped on the bedroom door. “LOUIS!”

“Fuck! What does she want?”

“I don’t know! What should I do?”

“Get your ass in the closet. I’ll figure something out.”

Mila quickly crushed out the joint and threw it beneath the bed.

“I’m not dressed, Mom. You can’t come in.”

“Why do I smell smoke in there? Are you smoking cigarettes? Or something worse?” Lauren demanded.

“No. I lit one of my candles. That’s all. Now can you leave me alone? I’m standing here naked!”

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

“Fine, Louis. But if I ever catch you smoking anything, your ass is mine.” Her footsteps trailed away, thank God.

He blew out a sigh. Completely relieved.

Damn. That was too close. I gotta be more careful. Get my mind outta the gutter.

“What are you lookin’ at?” Hunter asked his son.

“I’m looking at someone too old to play games like that.”

If looks could kill… indeed Justin would be one dead lycan.

“I’m not too old to play this. Vampires don’t age, remember smart-ass?” Hunter said.

Justin snickered.

Then he strolled over to the stairwell.

Pulled out his cellular and tapped in someone’s number.

“Who are you calling?” Hunter asked.

“My girlfriend.”

“Oh.”

“Hey babe. Remember me? I’m Tristan. The guy you met at the bar last week or so. You gave me your number?”

“Oh, yes! Hi Tristan,” Adyson enthused on the other line.

“Yeah. That’s me. Wanna meet tomorrow night?”

“I’d love to, Tristan.”

“Good.” Justin smiled evilly. Sometimes being an identical twin has its advantages.

“Fuck! This thing cheats. Piece of shit mother fucker.”

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Author’s note: DAMN Hunter still looks amazing, doesn’t he? 😛

Thanks for reading. ♥