Lucifer had Chuck pinned against the wall, holding his wrists above his head. Chuck was staring at him, fear encompassing his being.
"L-look, I don't know anything! I-I'm just a writer!" He stuttered.
"Oh please," Lucifer scoffed, "I can see right past your little disguise… Father. Did you really think you could hide from me?"
Sweat gathered on Chuck's brow, and he said nothing.
"You cast me out."
He looked straight into his eyes, grip tightening on his hands, "All I did… was love you. And you, you threw me into Hell."
"Lucifer-"
"No," He cut him off, "You don't have anything to say to me, Father. Or perhaps I should call you… Chuck?" He smirked when he saw Chuck squirm.
"Lucifer… l-let go of me," Chuck said.
He instead moved closer, so that he could feel Chuck's ragged breaths mixing with his own, "Why would I do that…? I finally have the upper hand here."
"Let go!" Chuck's voice grew loud as he stared at Lucifer in fear.
"I loved you so much, and you threw me out," Lucifer purred, "You're no God. You, yourself, are just as worthless as the humans you created."
Chuck tried to pull away, knowing if he used any of his godly powers; it would alert other angels of his presence. Damn him.
Lucifer chucked, and then cupped Chuck's chin with his other hand, "You're powerless, Chuck."
He then moved closer, so that his lips were only a breath away from Chuck's.
He murmured, "The one I kiss is the one who falsely calls himself God…"
Then he moved forward ever so slightly, kissing Chuck deeply. Chuck's eyes widened, but found he couldn't help but kiss back. Damn this human body! Lucifer drew back, with a smirk.
He chuckled, seeing Chuck's expression, and then ran a finger along his jawline, "I'll be back, Chuck."
The soft sound of wings filled the room, and Lucifer disappeared with a wink. As soon as he was gone, Chuck fell to his knees, a hand on his mouth.
"What… what in my name do I do now?"