A/N: Just wrote this fairly quickly because I had an idea a SPN role play site no thanks to Sam xD Anyway, enjoy :)

Warning: Self Pleasure

Staring at himself in the reflection it was hard to believe it had finally happened. The consent he had longed for was granted to him, all his work had paid off and for the second time he felt the most powerful he had ever been. He drew in a breath and examined Sam's figure in the mirror. It was much younger, more tone, more defined than his previous vessel and for some odd reason this pleased him beyond words. It was strange, peering into those eyes that were now his, running his fingers over the smooth skin feeling the warmth of it beneath his hand, and shifting a bit in his position watching Sam's body move as he did. He leaned in a bit more, bringing his face closer. He observed the features closely taking in every detail with a trained eye. He had to admit the vessel was very handsome, it suited him well as the most beautiful angel in heaven. He took a step back and without realizing what he was doing slipped a hand beneath the suit jacket, running it slowly up his chest.

It was an odd sensation. Like someone else was touching him, pressing their big warm hands against him and for a moment he thought of Sam. Sam was still there, silent, brooding in the recess of his mind to try and confine himself from Lucifer's nuances. At the moment he didn't mind Sam was so quiet, he wasn't particularly in the mood to hear him whine or struggle; he seemed very focus on the vessel instead. His hand traveled further down, slinking between the fabric as he pulled the tucked part of his shirt out, grazing his finger tips along the heated, muscular torso beneath it. He shuddered a bit, a faint quiver in his demeanor. There was something lingering that touch, a fleeting pleasure that as soon as he took his hand away the skin tingled as if yearning for more. He took in a breath, daring himself to continue. What was this feeling? Why had he barely noticed what this could possibly feel like? Of course, he never really thought about it. Not until he stopped and took a real good look at himself. His hand slid back under his shirt, his eyes closing half way as he trembled lightly against the touch.

Something was growing, a knot in his belly, a fiery ball festering within him sending tendrils of heat to run throughout his body. He took a step back, pressing the back of his legs against the bed guiding him to sit down, making sure he still had full view of Sam's vessel. Watching himself he began to unbutton the white suit jacket, accompanying it the floor was his under shirt. His eyes narrowed a bit at the site of Sam's bare chest before him, he was beginning to feel he wasn't inside anymore but that he had free reign of Sam's body and all the pleasure that came with it. A smirk twitched on his lips, his hand twirling small patterns on his chest around the nipples then dipping slowly along the curve of his stomach muscles until he reached the top of his pants. "What are you doing?" Sam's voice broke Lucifer's trance but Lucifer didn't stop, he simply smiled pleasantly at the image across from him and responded in a soft and subtle tone. "Enjoying myself." There was silence, no protest, no retort, just dead silence. Sam was tired, he was exhausted and hardly had any fight left in him. How was he going to stop Lucifer this time? Finally after a moment Lucifer felt Sam slink away, his presence dwindling. "Too bad." He added, his eyes transfixed on the mirror again. Moving his hand to the belt he unbuckled himself, flipping the buckle over and slipping the rod from the belt hole.

He tugged and pulled it away tossing it the floor. Next he put little effort in undoing the pants, a pop of a button and a quick unzip was all it took. But now there was another layer of clothing he had to contend with and at this point he felt constrained. He tipped his head down and observed his lap, the pressure in his nether regions was growing and each touch to any surface of his skin only brought on more heat and more excitement. There was a low growl that escaped his throat, he didn't approve of this restraint in the least and the sensation of pleasure was only growing, pulling on him like a weight. He snaked his hand down past the elastic band, soft skin merging with coarse hair and then suddenly a jolt of excitement. He hissed in a breath of air as he grabbed himself, careful to resist the urge to retreat. It was euphoric, absolute nirvana. He breathed out slowly as he started a slow upward stroke then bringing his hand back down in the same fashion.

Against the fabric he felt too restricted so he leaned back a bit pulling his erection from beneath the boxers and watching as it popped out at him, a long swollen mass weeping with sin. He smirked darkly, unable to tear his eyes away. It felt as wonderful as it looked. He continued to stroke himself, easing up his grip as he pumped a bit faster his head slowly tilting back involuntarily as the heat grew steadily. It began as a pressure in his gut moving it's way down to his hips and thighs. He felt like his skin was burning yet it felt numb like the only feeling in the world he could sense was his hand moving along his slick member. His mouth slowly hung open letting out a low moan, something he found nearly impossible to stifle. Something was building up, he was reaching a peak in his euphoria and he was looking forward to it, he wanted this, he needed this.

It felt so surreal, as if Sam's hand was stroking him and in reality it was real. He was Sam, and Sam was him. He let out another breathy moan, arching his back back a bit before slumping forward as his torso tightened. There was a release, a stream of liquid pleasure shooting out from him, pulsating and pumping the white substance across his chest, some splashing onto his hand. Moaning against the relief he fell back against the bed, his eyes transfixed on the ceiling. He found his breath after a moment and sat up to observe the mirror image again, pleased when he saw a body covered in himself, the sweet salty scent filling his nose. A wicked smirk spread across his lips as he rose to his feet and stepped towards himself. "Yes, Sam, we're going to have a lot of fun..."