Lucifer's Angel

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Castiel opened slightly his eyes, a bit dizzy. As he got conscious, he saw where he was. A bright light made him open the eyes carefully and when he fully opened them, he saw he was in a circle of fire. Soon he noticed he was chained by the arms to the ceiling. His own weight was hurting his wrists, so he stood up. Castiel looked around; he was in an empty old room and didn't seem to be anyone nearby.

He tried to remember what happened, how he had gotten there. The only memory he had was a familiar face he hadn't seen in a long, long time. "Lucifer," he whispered to himself.

"Miss me already?" Lucifer suddenly appeared in the room. He looked calm, Castiel thought, while he feared what Lucifer might do to him.

Since Sam had freed Lucifer from hell, Castiel knew this meeting was inevitable. The only question was when. It had been some time since Lucifer was out of Hell and the signs of the apocalypse were already evident.

"It's good to see you after all these centuries, Castiel." Lucifer stepped closer to him.

"What do you want?" Castiel's question sounded more curious than hostile.

Lucifer smirked. "You," he said softly but confident, looking into Castiel's dark blue eyes.

"Why am I here?" Castiel asked.

"You're plotting against me." Lucifer sound angry and a bit betrayed. "I know you're helping the Winchesters finding a way to kill me."

At that moment Castiel feared for Sam and Dean's safety, and Lucifer sensed that. "Don't harm them."

"You're here, trapped. With the Devil… And you're worried about those two hairless apes?" Lucifer asked incredulous. "They're treacherous humans, and one day they'll stab you in the back. They don't deserve your kindness."

"And I thought I was going to die here…"

"I don't plan to kill you." Lucifer made the circle of holy fire disappear. "That's too… quick."

With all his strength, Castiel spread his wings and tried to fly away. He couldn't because of handcuffs on his wrists. Castiel figured it weren't regular handcuffs.

"Enochian sigils." Lucifer appeared right in front of him, only a few inches away. "You can't get away from me, Castiel." Lucifer slid a hand on Castiel's hip and the bound angel moved away from the touch.

Lucifer stared into Castiel's blue, sacred eyes like he was reading his mind. "Don't play hard. I know you haven't forgotten the time we spent together… You still love me."

"That was a long time ago. Things changed." You changed, Castiel thought.

Maybe now it's hard to believe, but Lucifer was once a nice, beautiful angel. Before the mankind, before of his hate and rebellion, before Michael locked him in hell.

Castiel had loved him. They had loved each other. They discovered feelings together, and experienced them. But as there are good feelings, there are also bad feelings. Lucifer experienced those when God created humanity, and all the love in him was replaced by hate. With that, Castiel lost his lover. He was heartbroken because Lucifer loved or cared for him no longer.

"You're not the Lucifer I loved," Castiel concluded.

"Maybe… But you still love me." Lucifer reached a hand to Castiel's face and kissed him, deeply.

Castiel remembered how lovely his kisses where and how long he had waited to kiss him again, since he was sent to hell. For a century Castiel missed him, his touch, his kiss… After that he decided to lose all the feelings he had gained and he became like all the other heartless angels. Until the day a human woke his dormant feelings.

Castiel knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't deny what he was feeling. Even though this Lucifer in Nick's body was cold inside, Castiel's body was responding to his touch.

"I'm still me," Lucifer said when he pulled away from Castiel's sweet lips.

He vanished of Castiel's sight and appeared behind him. Lucifer touched his wings. It was soft but Castiel still shrunk his wings to close them.

"Don't. Spread them," Lucifer commanded, but not in a threatening way.

Castiel feared Lucifer's intentions; his wings, like all of the other angels, were fragile. They shouldn't be touched by anyone else beside themselves; it was the only way to protect them. But still, Castiel did as he was told.

Lucifer was an angel too; he knew the rules about the wings and he had no intentions of harming Castiel. He touched gingerly on the wings, caressing the soft dark feathers just like he used to do when he and Castiel were together. Castiel trusted him, enough to let him touch his wings. Lucifer knew how he loved that and was sure no one else had touched Castiel's wings while he was in hell.

The wings were very sensitive spots, the most sensitive part of an angel, and at every touch, Castiel shivered. Lucifer smirked. Castiel relaxed a bit when Lucifer passed the fingers between the feathers; his body recognized his characteristic touch.

Lucifer snapped his fingers and Castiel's trenchcoat and black jacket disappeared. He passed a hand to Castiel's abdomen over his shirt, pressing their bodies together. His other hand slid down inside Castiel's pants. He shuddered when Lucifer's cold hand touched his cock, caressing it. Electric shockwaves of pleasure passed by his body as Lucifer played with the glans. Castiel's breathing became faster as the strokes turn more frequent.

Lucifer watched and felt all the instinctive moves Castiel did while he gasped, which excited him. His cock, like Castiel's, was getting hard pressed against the younger angel's ass. Lucifer felt his fingers getting hot and wet and sticky from the fluid expelled. He took off his hand and licked the clear fluid from his fingers.

"I missed you…" Lucifer whispered to him.

Castiel's breathing slowed down with the lack of friction. Lucifer opened the handcuffs releasing Castiel, who turned to him. He knew Castiel could disappear at any moment, but he didn't think he would. Lucifer smiled noticing how aroused Castiel was.

Castiel, with an impulse, leaned forward and kissed Lucifer passionately; his arms came around his neck and grabbing the blond hair.

That's my boy… Lucifer gladly thought and mentally sent it to Castiel.

When Castiel opened slightly the eyes between kisses, he saw a totally different place. It looked like a new house; the room where they were was all white with big windows where the light of the stars illuminated the room.

"Where are we?" Castiel asked pulling away.

"My place. Private and secure."

Lucifer lay down with Castiel on a pile of blankets and fluffy pillows. It felt like soft clouds, like home. The home they couldn't return, because they both had rebelled and now they were hunted.

While he was kissed, Lucifer started to undress the other angel. When his shirt was off, Lucifer kissed his chest and then undressed the pants from where Castiel's erected cock came out. Lucifer kissed and licked it, making Castiel gasp. Lucifer's clothes soon were off too and their bodies pressed together.

He prepared Castiel's body for what was coming next, while Castiel looked clueless. They had had intercourse before, but not in a human form. Lucifer loved Castiel's innocent look. He kissed him, soothing Castiel before getting inside him. He screamed at first but then Lucifer turned the pain in pleasure. The friction, the kisses, the groans left them breathless and in ecstasy and quickly the sensations overtook them. Soon after Lucifer reached the climax, his wings appeared with the overwhelming feeling and he ejaculating inside of Castiel, who came right after him.

Lucifer lay down comfortably next to Castiel while they caught a breath. Castiel hugged him laying his head on his chest. "I love you."

Lucifer smiled a little and kissed him, as an idea crossed his mind. "May I…"

"Yes," he answered before Lucifer could finish the sentence. He was thinking the same thing.

Lucifer had had this idea a long time ago, but unfortunately he didn't have time to do it. Now it made sense for him to bond himself to Castiel. Lucifer concentrated his strength and stuck his arm in Castiel's chest, who screamed as Lucifer transferred his grace into him binding them together. The brightness of their graces was coming out from their bodies and illuminated the room. When the bond was complete Lucifer made a brand in Castiel, not in his human body but in his true form.

They lied next to each other exhausted. Castiel eventually feel asleep of how tired he was. Lucifer on the other hand was stronger; he didn't need sleeping so he covered their bodies with his silver wing.

When Castiel woke up, it was morning. Feeling lonely in the improvised bed Castiel sat and looked to the side. He saw Lucifer staring out the window; the sunlight heated his naked body and his silver wings reflected the light. Castiel enjoyed the view, he was beautiful. There was a reason for Lucifer being called as Morning Star… his beauty could be compared to the sun. Centuries ago all angels idolized him. All tried to, in a way or another, get his attention. Castiel felt lucky for being the only one to have it completely.

Castiel felt strange inside; although his soul and the part of Lucifer's inside of him were bonded, he still could distinguish each soul. Castiel had never done it before and wondered if it was normal what he was feeling. But then in Castiel's mind floated several thoughts and questions about what had happened, if he did the right thing or Lucifer had lied and manipulated him into it. Still, Castiel didn't regret it; All is worthwhile if the soul is not small. He remembered a human writing that. The big question was what was he going to do now? Let Lucifer destroy the Earth…?

"What is it?" Lucifer turned around.

Castiel looked at him with a confused expression.

"I know you, Castiel. You have the habit of thinking a lot; questioning yourself, questioning the others… And you may get the wrong idea. So, what's in your mind?"

Castiel got up. "There's something I want to ask you…"

"What?"

Castiel walked closer to him. "I wanted to ask you… not to bring the apocalypse," he said a bit afraid of Lucifer's reaction.

"No. No, Castiel. I have to do this," he said convict.

"Why?"

"You know why."

"You don't like humans, fine. But you don't need to kill them. They made you no harm…"

"Of course not, your two pets aren't even planning to kill me." The sarcasm was clearly present in Lucifer's voice.

"To protect their world. Destiny is in your hands Lucifer; you can destroy them… or just let them be."

"Why do you care about humans?" Just like Castiel didn't understand his hatred for humanity, Lucifer didn't understand Castiel's affection for them. "You don't care about humans. You don't intend to save their world. You intend to save Sam and Dean Winchester."

Castiel didn't answer, but Lucifer knew he was right. "Be careful. I meant what I said about them earlier."

"This isn't just because of your hatred for people…" Castiel decided to change the course of the conversation. "It is also about Michael. You want revenge."

"Tell me he doesn't deserve it." Lucifer sound angry. "Michael cast me into hell because I thought for myself and refused to bow down to humans and love them. It was not fair. How many angels do you think that actually like humans?" Castiel thought about it but Lucifer answered for him. "One that I know of; you. All the others hate them like I do. But I was the only one who was sent to hell, because I spoke; because I said no. So if Michael had to send me to hell, he should've sent others too. Now Michael will get what he deserves."

"I understand. I understand you're angry, and you're right to be. But think about what you plan to do. You want to kill Michael…but you'll also kill billions of people. You'll destroy a planet; this planet. You may not like humans, but you like the others living beings. You like this beautiful place." Castiel looked outside by the window. Lucifer had been enjoying the place outside; the trees, the colorful flowers, the singing birds… all interacting harmoniously. "And you assume you'll win. That you'll defeat Michael… but what if you don't? What if you lose, what if you die?" He looked into Lucifer's blue ice eyes. "I don't want to lose you again…"

Lucifer had to admit he hadn't thought about it that way while he was in hell. His pride made him confident he would win and his anger turned him selfish to only think about himself. But now he wasn't alone anymore.

"Please, Lucifer… Give up on this fight," Castiel pleaded.

There was something in Castiel's look, something that affected him deeply, right in his grace and he didn't want to disappoint Castiel. Maybe because he had a part of Castiel's grace, he got as well his kindness and understanding. He understood Castiel and he also didn't want them to be apart, ever again.

"Alright," he said finally. "You convinced me. I'll give up on the apocalypse."

Castiel smiled of happiness and relief, hugging Lucifer. "Thank you."

"Seriously, Castiel… you make me do the strangest things." Lucifer realized the effect Castiel had in him to make him give up the long foretold, epic battle.

Castiel kissed him as the sun heated their bodies.

All is worthwhile if the soul is not small - is a quote from a portuguese poet, Fernado Pessoa. It means that everything is worth, whether it turns out good or bad. That is good because you learn with the experiences.

This story was based on the songs: The Rasmus - Lucifer's Angel
Santana ft. Chad Kroeger - Why don't you and I