A/N THERE IS SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. You have been warned.
"Sammy, please don't struggle." Lucifer cooed. Sam tugged violently at the familiar leather straps binding his wrists and ankles to the rusty metal chair. Lucifer's own silk red tie gagging him.
Lucifer sat right in front of Sam, leaning in towards him. He slid his hands slowly up Sams thighs. Sam shifted uncomfortably away. Lucifer tugged down a side of Sams shirt and traced the anti-possession symbol with a finger. He leaned in further; grabbing Sams bound wrists and laid a small kiss on his cheek, letting his tongue slide up the side of his face. Sam shivered and Lucifer noticed Goosebumps on his arms "Ooh. Sammy likes that." Sams eyes roamed around nervously. " I'm willing to concede with you here Sam. I'm going to ask you some questions, and if you're a good puppy, I'll let you taste the lips of Satan once more. But if you're a bad boy, well —" Lucifer grabbed a handheld scythe out of thin air and lightly dragged it along Sams arm. "I'll peel your soft skin away one strip at a time." Lucifer breathed heavily, gazing longingly at Sams skin "And wear you as a blanket" Sam winced. "I get cold in Hell." He teased. He set the scythe on Sam's leg and folded his hands in his lap. Leaning back in his chair, Lucifer sighed comically. "Where do we begin Sam? Did you miss me?" He snapped and Sam's gag vanished.
"I'll never talk." Sam spewed. His nostrils flaring out of rage, Lucifer pouted sincerely.
"Sam. This is going to hurt me a lot more than it will hurt you." He slowly scraped the scythe down the length of Sams forearm skin as he roared in pain, clenching his fists and stretching his neck. "Let's try this again Sammy."
"NO!" Sam screamed. Breathing heavy as Lucifer looked in mock-shock "Only Dean can call me that."
"Oh, does Dean get everything then? That raises our next question: What would you do if I killed poor Dean-o?" Sam remained silent, staring down Satan with pure rage. Lucifer had already tried to kill Dean once, but because he was in Sams body, Sam was able to stop it. Now, he couldn't bear to think of Lucifer trying it again, especially when he had Nick as his meat suit. Sam wouldn't have a chance to stop him. He thought of how it felt to lose his brother and vowed for that to never happen again. He wouldn't even give Lucifer the pleasure of knowing the ways Sam would rip him to pieces if he ever touched Dean again. Lucifer leaned into Sams face and traced his lips lightly with the scythe. Sam turned his face away and clenched his thighs. Noticing this gesture, Lucifer pried open Sams legs and leaned into his crotch, barely touching the outside of Sams pants. His breath quickened. And Lucifer tore the weapon down Sams other arm as he screamed and involuntarily pressed his crotch into Lucifer's. "What would you do Sam? Would you try to kill me?" After a moment of recovery, Sam opened his mouth.
"No." Lucifer was taken aback. He expected some cruel plan to kill him. He almost hoped Sam would chase after him if anything were to happen to his brother. The devil felt offended. Did Sam really hate him THAT much? If it were anyone else, Sam would dedicate his life to ripping the culprit to pieces.
"So you despise me that much then?" He asked Sam, failing to avoid the slight disappointment in his tone.
"No." Sam admitted, feeling Lucifer's hand stroke up his thighs. "I don't hate you."
Feeling reassured by his answer, Lucifer's fingers traveled to Sam's zipper. Sam was unable to move, as Lucifer unzipped his jeans. Sam twitched a bit, focusing on Lucifer's hands. But Lucifer saw Sam trying to hide his near-erection. He kissed Sam on the neck, his reward. Trying not to show vulnerability, Sam stilled his excited breath.
"Why? Why don't you hate me, honey bear?" He leaned back in his chair, stretching his feet to press into Sam's crotch. The little moan from Sam gave Lucifer a sick smirk of satisfaction. Struggling to maintain composure, Sam replied
"Because I know how you feel."
"Really? How do I feel?" Lucifer taunted. Sam stopped, hoping Lucifer would press his lips somewhere on Sam again. With a sigh, Lucifer leaned in and kissed him on the neck again, longer, more sensual, and lightly sucking on his neck to leave his mark. A low grunt escaped Sams lips.
"You feel— betrayed. Unloved. Different. Your brother, who you thought would be the only person to understand you, cast you out. Your father is a dick. I know that, because mine was the same. But you, you just do what you feel is right. And now you've lost your brother... and even though you pretend to hate him, I know you just want things to be the way they were. I know how that feels."
Lucifer paused. He couldn't show Sam mercy, but he actually did understand a lot of what Lucifer felt. He supposed Michael was a lot like Dean "a good son." And he already knew John Winchester was a terrible father, but he'd never before made the parallels. He unbuttoned the plaid flannel shirt between him and Sams untrimmed tan chest and stared at his pecks. Lucifer ran his fingers over Sams nipples, earning a high pitched grunt. Grabbing the still bleeding scars on Sams arms, Lucifer slammed his lips onto Sams. Sam pressed into Lucifer's lips, even as Sam's pain interfered with his pleasure. His chest heaving, Sams erection became overwhelmingly apparent to Lucifer.
"Lucifer... stop..."
"Not until you say yes to me." Lucifer cooed. Sam couldn't reply as Lucifer got rid of Sams underwear with a simple snap.
"That's... that's cheating." Sam breathed as he locked lips again with Lucifer.
"Satan." He proudly claimed. He stood up from his chair and straddled Sam, who was now ripping at his bindings so much that Lucifer popped them off and Sam grabbed Lucifer's hips and lifted him onto his lap.
"Take your clothes off." Sam commanded.
"I can't." Lucifer teased, "you'll have to do it for me." He let off of Sams lips, opened his arms, and tilted his head back for Sam. Impatient, Sam lifted Lucifer's shirt off and went in to meet his lips, but Lucifer put a finger over his lips and asked Sam to finish stripping him before any more. Sam obeyed, unzipping and pulling down Lucifer's pants when Lucifer stole a kiss, biting Sams lip just enough to make him lift them both up off the chair and fall back on a wall. Suddenly, Lucifer grabbed Sams hips with incredible strength and pushed him back. Sam stumbled backwards and fell onto a King size bed. He looked around; they had appeared in a honeymoon suite with dim red lighting and sensual mood music. Sam knew without having to ask that Lucifer had transported them here. Lucifer slithered onto Sam. His hard on brushed Sams inner thigh and Sam gripped the red silk sheets for stability as they made out once more. Sam rolled over Lucifer to get on top but miraculously found himself on the bottom again.
"Let me..." Sam pleaded, his muscles tensing up.
"I can't do that honey bear." He taunted. Then Sam pushed Lucifer off him to gain control. Distracted by his somehow freshly healed arms, Sam suddenly fell forward onto a short slippery wall. Lucifer had once again transported them, to keep Sam from dominating. This time, they were in a large red hot tub under the nights' many stars. Lucifer pushed Sam from behind so he was sprawled over the wet wall. The hot water lubricated his body perfectly for Lucifer. Sam gripped the sides of the tub as Lucifer snaked his length into Sam. Smirking wickedly, Lucifer pulled out and slammed back in. He enjoyed watching the hot water splash on Sams muscular back. But Sam wouldn't just take it from Lucifer. He slowly turned around to act but Lucifer grabbed Sams hard on and let his hands slip off slowly. Enjoying himself, Lucifer gripped Sam painfully tight. Sam screamed out.
"No... I can't do this. Lucifer, stop." Sam pleaded.
"Oh honey, you know that's not the secret password. The word I'm looking for is 'yes.'" He teased at Sam, before he snapped his fingers once more and Sam was bound to a bed. Sam looked around, a bit dizzy, unable to move his hands that were tied to bedposts. He was laying on a large round red bed. The sheets smelled musty and wet but felt as smooth as an Angels wing. The room was infinitely dark, with a single warm red light on Lucifer's face, standing at the edge of the bed. The floor appeared to be moving like when you watch the road pass by for awhile, and you begin seeing this nonexistent blob-like movement. Sam stared up at Lucifer instead. In some ways, he took comfort in this horrible place, knowing that Lucifer was with him. Drops of flames fell from behind Lucifer, illuminating an endless hall, and suddenly the cries of millions filled Sams ears with terror.
"Is this- hell?" Sam recognized.
"My personal quarters." Lucifer bragged. The loud cries overwhelmed Sam and he struggled to cover his ears, but without the help from his bound hands. "I can turn that down if it bothers you sweetheart." Lucifer put his fingers to his temple and closed his eyes as the cries died down.
"How can you handle that? How can you-"
"Shhh... this is a no strings attached rendezvous. No questions."
"But you asked me several." He pointed out to Lucifer.
"I had leverage, you have none."
"You still need me to consent." Sam corrected. Lucifer grabbed Sams luscious hair and pulled his head up. With one finger he traced down the side of Sams cheek, by his hickey, chest, and all the way down Sams length, making him shiver again.
"And you will. I want that answer Sam. I want you to say "yes" to me."
"It won't be that easy." He claimed, trying desperately to stop his heavy breathing.
"You underestimate me Sam. That hurts." He backed away, into the darkness and Sam could see him no more. Eager for more, Sam struggled against his chains.
"Lucifer," he started "LUCIFER!"
"Sam" Lucifer whispered from every angle, Sam twisting his head left and right only to see darkness. "Ssssam, sssay yesss." Lucifer commanded. Suddenly, Sam could move his hands again, and he got up off the bed in search for Lucifer. Sam was unable to escape the infinite room, walking, even running through the darkness only to end up at the foot of the bed again. The bed burst into flames. Sam backed away but the rest of the infinite space lit up with confining him to the single space. "Ssssam" Lucifer's breath tickled Sams ear and he turned to his left to see a dark green snake slowly slither to his toes. He let it slither all the way up his legs, sliding over his manhood and tickling his nipples before wrapping itself around his neck and facing him. It opened its mouth and spit out it's tongue. "SSSsssay yess." It pleaded. As the snakes fanged mouth, wide open, thrust threatening towards Sam, it instantly transformed back into Lucifer and instead of biting Sam, his lips met Sams. Lucifer wouldn't admit it to himself, but he was eager to have Sam on his bed now more than he wanted him as his vessel. He pried open Sams mouth, and ravished him with all his built up lust. Lucifer flicked his split tongue around in Sams mouth. Empowered with lust for the devil, Sam pressed forward, backing Lucifer onto the bed.
"Can't let you have all the fun." Sam lay on top of Lucifer and kissed him again.
"Well I wouldn't want to do all the work either." He admitted. He let his hands off Sams hips and laid them under his head. Testing his control, Sam lifted himself up to straddle Lucifer. He laid his hands on Lucifer's hips then trailed his fingers to Lucifer's moisture and heat seeking venomous throbbing python of love. Lucifer let out a low moan. Sam lifted himself off the bed. Lucifer pouted and looked up at Sam.
"Turn over." Sam commanded. With a childish smile, Lucifer happily turned over and rested his chin on his hands. Sam grabbed Lucifer's hips and pounded into him, heating up their bodies with lust and passion. Lucifer nearly squealed at Sams force as he pulled out and slammed in again, gaining speed. Gripping the sheets, Lucifer braced himself as Sam continued to thrust into him. Their breaths became panting in rhythm with Sams pounding. Lucifer struggled to stay still when he bit down on the sheets. As Sam was about to come, Lucifer vanished, letting Sam fall to the sheets.
"Hot and bothered yet honey bear?" Lucifer whispered from behind. Sam turned to face him. "I'm going to need you to say yes now Sam." Lucifer put his hands together forming a mock-prayer pose but Sam wouldn't give in.
He turned his head to kiss Lucifer but again he vanished and appeared behind Sam, pushing him on the bed. Lucifer straddled Sams lower back and grabbed his hands, magically tying them to the bedposts so that Sams back was stretched out for him. He rubbed Sams back as he struggled, and then let his manhood slide down Sams ass. Before Sam could react Lucifer thrust into Sam and began riding him furiously. He scraped his fingernails down Sams spine to the small of his back, making him curl upward like a cat. Then Lucifer thrust in him harder, savoring every moment but involuntarily accelerating. Their bodies slammed together with a smacking sound, louder each time. At one point, Sams body got so tense, Lucifer pulled out. "Sam?" He taunted. "Want to say yes or should I just stop now?"
"No, please" Sam begged.
"Hmmm..." he mocked, slowly fitting into Sam again. Sam roared, so close to climaxing it pained him to be teased like this. "That wasn't the word I'm looking for Sam." He pulled back out and continued thrusting. Sam ripped at his binds, and opened his mouth to speak but only let out a deep whine. "What was that? I didn't hear you?" Lucifer slowed pace.
"Lucifer..."
"Hmm?" He pulled out and rubbed Sams back, leaving him inches away from climax.
"Please," He begged, "Please Lucifer," he swallowed his pride, and in a moment of complete vulnerability "Yes." He surrendered and Lucifer slammed with all his might into Sam and finished as he came inside of him, and Sam came all over the sweaty red sheets, screaming and squeezing the bedposts. Lucifer's breath slowed and he pulled out of Sam and released him from his binds.
For awhile the two were panting heavy in silence on the bed. Sam couldn't help but think how he had just fucked the devil. That had to be like a one way ticket to hell right? And Dean could never know. Dean would open the greatest can of whoop ass and disappointment on Sam. And somehow, Sam didn't want to regret last night.
Lucifer laid his head on Sams chest, awed by the rising and falling motion humans use for breathing. He wondered if Sam regretted last night. He certainly didn't. Really, Sam was the best thing that happened to Lucifer. Somehow, miraculously, they understood each other and Sam was like Hells own golden boy. Sam was the Rocky to his Frankenfurter. They made a sickly perfect pair.
Sam woke up before Lucifer, who was curled up in a ball on the edge of the bed. Sam got out of the bed, careful to not wake Lucifer, and searched for clothes. A single crisp white suit hung up to his right. He rolled his eyes and put it on. Dressed head to toe in white, he looked back at the bed. Lucifer was gone and the bed was perfectly made again with a red rose in the middle. Curious, he went to take the rose and accidentally pricked himself on the thorns. He had just enough time to look at his bleeding finger when Lucifer possessed Sams body.
A/N Hey readers. So there's chapter one. Thought I'd get the smut out so that anyone reading this who doesn't like smut would stop before there's more. So yeah, there's more. But of course we need some story first right? Oh don't worry, there's Destiel to…. Also "moisture and heat seeking venomous throbbing python of love." Is just a synonym for penis. I hate actually using the word penis so I try and find good replacements. But there's only so many… and I found that online and liked it. Ok, on to chapter two!