No, sign the contract.

Dago rolled his eyes. He knew what this was about; it was a **** gambit to continue bothering Marian. He could probably guess what the deal was and he seriously wasn’t interested. He glanced over the contract and his eyes flicked immediately to Marian’s name.

“The second,” he said.

“What are you talking about?” Lucifer said, angry because he hadn’t taken the bait.

“That’s what that means, doesn’t it? There’s more than one soul with the name Marian Havas, the one I’m talking about is the second,” Dago said, glaring right back at Lucifer.

Lucifer fumed and scratched ‘II’ next to the name with the pen everywhere it was written.

“Put my full name, too,” Dago added, “Dagoberto Fidencio Vivar and add that you’ll let me walk out of here alive and that you won’t bother him, just me.”

He didn’t know too much about contracts or legally binding anything, but he didn’t want to screw this up. He knew that it would probably fuck up later, anyway, so he had to make sure it wasn’t going awry already. Lucifer angrily wrote Dago’s full name in, anyplace it was stated and added the clauses he asked for. Dago finally took the pen and scribbled his signature next to Lucifer’s.

Lucifer knocked the knife out of his hand and pulled him onto the desk. Dago had been expecting it and dropped it immediately. He put his hands out to steady himself, but his ass was already sticking out and ****, exactly like Lucifer wanted. He was on the other side of the desk in a flash, pulling down Dago’s pants around his knees. Lucifer wanted to make him hurt and pulled his hair and scratched his back as much as he could while taking what he needed, but Lucifer was already sensitive and Dago knew what he was doing. It was brutal, but it didn’t last long.

Lucifer pulled out when he was finished and turned away. Dago shakily stood up and took the contract with him. He did his best to dress himself, knowing he wouldn’t be harmed, but his hips and hands were shaking and his head was pounding. He thought he felt blood sticking to the back of his shirt.

“My guests will be in contact,” Lucifer spat, not bothering to watch as Dago tried to stumble out of the room.

Dago could barely hear him over his headache. He was limping out of there soon and got the hell out of the Pride circle. Slowly, but surely, he finally got up to the mortal plane. He made it to Marian’s office and opened the door without knocking like always. Marian’s eyebrows shot up when he saw how beat up Dago looked.

“What happened to you?” he asked.

Dago shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, I have a present.”

He put the contract down on Marian’s desk with a bit of a sense of accomplishment. Now all he had to do was watch his back for all of eternity, he thought he could handle that.