Lucifer was watching one of the many New Year's Eve programs on television. He was mesmerized by all the fanfare and festive decorations. He really liked the one host, Ryan something, but that's beside the point. He was so enthralled with this celebration of a new year, but he didn't understand most of it. That's where his boyfriend came in.

"Sam, why do you humans put so much effort into celebrating a new year? What's the point?" he asked innocently. Well, as innocent as Lucifer could be.

"Because people want to start over, wipe the slate clean and challenge themselves to be better human beings." he said, not paying much attention to the tv or Lucifer for that matter.

Lucifer just nodded, seeming satisfied with the answer, and went back to watching the television. Sam sighed heavily as he continued to stare into space, wondering how this became his life. Before Lucifer came along and practically kidnapped him, forcing him to be his boyfriend, Sam was happy. Let me rephrase that, he was as happy as a hunter could be. He had his brother at his side, an angel he was beginning to think of as a friend; life was good. Well, as good as it could get.

Sam missed riding in the Impala, listening to his brother sing along, albeit badly, to the radio or one of his many mullet rock tapes. He missed doing research while Dean laid around, eating junk food, and watched crappy daytime television.

Lucifer's focus was intently on the television when Ryan something, still doesn't matter, announced that the countdown to midnight would be happening in a few short moments. The camera panned over to the giant ball that was set up in Times Square and Lucifer was enthralled by its beauty. Its sparkling surface matched the twinkle Lucifer almost always seemed to have in his eye.

The countdown had finally begun and Lucifer's excitement grew with each number in the countdown. He watched as the ball made its decent and he was on the edge of his seat at the count of two. Lucifer's eyes grew wide as music began to play and confetti seemed to fall from the sky like a gentle rain on a warm spring day.

Lucifer was waiting for something to happen, something to let him know that it's a new year. He frowned when nothing happened. "Well, that was disappointing. I still feel the same as I did last year." he looked over at Sam and noticed that his complaint fell on deaf ears. He sighed and turned his attention back to the television.

He slumped back against the couch, arms folded across his chest and a pout firmly set in place, when something on the television caught his attention. He tilted his head, in that confused puppy way that all angels seemed to possess, before it dawned on him. They were kissing. Everyone was kissing someone and a smile formed on Lucifer's lips. 'Maybe something good can come out of this stupid holiday after all.' he thought to himself. He scooted toward Sam and threw his leg across Sam's lap, straddling him.

Sam was still lost in his thoughts before he was abruptly brought out of them by having a lap full of archangel. He squawked and jumped before placing his hands on Lucifer's hips to keep him from falling to the floor. Sam looked down at where his hands have placed themselves and frowned. 'Why didn't I just let him fall to the ground?' Sam thought to himself. His eyes widened in horror. 'Oh God! Don't tell me I'm actually starting to care about this bratty child!' he started to panic and remove his hands.

Lucifer smiled and placed his hands over Sam's. "It's alright Sam. I don't mind." Lucifer saw the panic welling up in Sam's eyes and removed his hands, not wanting to make the youngest Winchester any more uncomfortable than he already was.

He scooted back til he was sitting on Sam's knees to give him some breathing room. Sam saw the gesture for what it was and relaxed. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and steady his racing heart. He looked at Lucifer and cleared his throat. "D-did you want something?" he asked nervously. He mentally berated himself. 'What a stupid question! This is Lucifer! Of course he wants something!'

Lucifer just sat there, like he had all the time in the world, and looked at Sam. He moved forward just a bit, making sure it was alright with Sam. Getting a nod of approval, Lucifer moved forward just a bit more. He looked back at the tv and then back to Sam. "I want to do that."

Sam looked over Lucifer's shoulder so he could get a better look at the television. The camera was panning all across the sea of people, kissing their significant others. Sam looked back at Lucifer, sighed, and gave a nod of approval. He's learned that it's better to just give Lucifer what he wanted because he can't take any more of his damn singing!

Lucifer smiled gleefully and leaned his upper body toward Sam, resting his hands on those broad shoulders. He gently pressed his lips to Sam's, making sure he's not scaring the poor boy. When he felt no resistance coming from Sam, he deepened the kiss.

Sam surprised himself at how quickly he responded to the kiss. He had no idea how long it lasted but when he pulled away, he was panting and hard. He gulped in some much-needed air to resupply the oxygen that had escaped his brain.

Lucifer sensed the change in Sam's behavior. He looked at Sam; panting, eyes lust-blown, and his obvious arousal tenting his jeans. There are two choices that Lucifer could make here. One, he could totally take advantage of the situation and just take what he wants. Or two, he could back away. He could let Sam have the time he needs to process and wait for Sam to come to him.

Lucifer chose the second option. He backed away from Sam and climbed off his lap. He smiled gently at him and whispered, "Happy New Year, Samuel." before retreating to his bedroom. He could wait. Lucifer was nothing but patient.

Sam was left on the couch, confused and hard. What the fuck just happened?! Did he really get hard from kissing Lucifer?! He ran his fingers through his hair and gripped it tight. He let out a frustrated growl as his head hit the back of the couch. Sam was in the midst of having a silent freak-out. He couldn't believe this! How the fuck did this happen?! When did he start developing feelings for-for Lucifer?!

Sam blew out a final breath. 'Ah, fuck it!' he thought to himself. He scrambled off the couch and hastily turned off the television and lights. He practically ran to Lucifer's room and knocked on the door. He didn't wait for a 'come in' before he was barging in. Lucifer smiled at him and beckoned him closer. He wrapped his arms around Sam's waist and looked up at him. "I've been waiting for you." he smirked before capturing Sam's lips once again.