Sam and Dean had split up again, and Sam was pissed. Not just at Dean, but the whole damn situation. Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to be Lucifer's vessel? Sam angrily slams the door to the motel room, throwing his bag with more force than necessary toward the single king bed. He sits on one of the small cheap wood chairs with a huff, cradling his head in his hands.
Sam didn't know what to do, he didn't want to lose Dean, he was his big brother and he loved him to death but sometimes he was so pig headed. He runs his fingers through his hair pulling at the strands between his fingers. With a sigh he gets up and heads toward the bathroom. Showers always seemed to calm him down and he decides that was best before calling Dean to reconcile.
He undresses as steam filled the small room, stepping into the shower, the hot water easing the tension out of his shoulders. Sam lends his forehead against the wall closing his eyes. He stays in there until the shower runs cold and his skin is a shade darker. Getting out he thinks he hears something in the other room, the flutter of wings. Sam wraps a towel around his waist and slowly opens the door excepting Cas, probably to ask about him and Dean.
Lucifer is sitting crossed leg on the bed with a lazy smile on his face. He's leaning forward a little watching Sam.
All the anger and tension that the shower had rid Sam of, was immediately back. Forgetting about the low slung towel around his waist he charges at Lucifer, who stands up suddenly at the sight of the charging moose. He lets Sam ball his fists into his shirt, even though they both know he could easily get away.
"What the hell do you want" Sam spats at Lucifer an inch away from his face.
Lucifer just smirks, his eyes slowly traveling down Sam's body, the towel a few paces behind him.
That smirk pushes Sam over the edge. He throws Lucifer back hard. Landing on the bed he starts laughing; Sam's blood starting to boil at the sound.
"If you wanted me in bed Sammy, all you had to do was ask" The angel practically purrs his voice even and smooth.
Forgetting his naked state, Sam jumps on to the bed pinning Lucifer down. Sam had every intention of screaming at the man, tear him a new one, but the air gets knocked out of his lungs when he feels the angel's hands squeeze his naked ass hard.
He doesn't mean to moan, he really didn't, but how long had it been since someone touched him like that? He bends forward capturing Lucifer's mouth in a hungry kiss that was all tongue and teeth. Sam forces his tongue into his mouth earning a moan from the devil.
With a snap of his fingers Lucifer is just as naked as Sam rutting up against him. He tangles his fingers in Sam's hair pulling hard, making the taller man moan loudly into his mouth. Lucifer roles them over so he's straddling Sam's hips, their cocks slotting together. Sam pulls the angel back down for a bruising kiss, wrapping a hand around both of them pumping grinding against Lucifer's cock as he jerks them both off. This time Lucifer moans into Sam's mouth before he breaks the kiss biting down the hunter's neck.
He bats Sam's hand away, as he bites and licks his way down the hunter's chest Sam tangling his fingers in short hair pulling slightly, egging him on. Lucifer smirks, licking teasingly along his waistline before sucking on his left hipbone and biting at it.
"Come on, please" Sam whimpers, bucking up into the angel's mouth. "Gimme more please"
Lucifer rolls his eyes at Sam but gave into his demands; taking the head of his leaking cock into his, moving and sucking hard, his forked tongue licking at the slit. Sam pulls harder at the devil's hair while the other hand is fisted in the sheets.
Lucifer hollows his cheeks as he takes all of Sam into his mouth. When he felt Sam's cock hit the back of his throat he swallows earning a rather loud moan from Sam. He sucks Sam hard moaning around his length.
He pulls his mouth off Sam with a wet pop, before licking along the vein of Sam's cock, rolling his balls between his fingers. Sam was squirming above him, mumbling nonsense one hand now tangling itself in his own hair while the other practically tore at the sheets.
He smiles to himself, pleased that he made the normally composed hunter into a giant puddle of lust crazy goo. He isn't done torturing him just yet as he lowers himself down kissing along Sam's thighs alternating between biting and sucking. He slowly strokes Sam's hard leaking cock running his thumb over the head.
Sam was staring at him now; so far gone he probably couldn't even remember his own name.
"Whatta need kiddo?" Lucifer teases, licking his lips. Normally Sam would have been pissed at the nickname but right now he just needs release.
"Ne..need you." Lucifer smiles a perfectly evil grin.
Running his hands slowly up underneath Sam's thighs he pushes them back against the hunter's chest.
"Hold'em for me." His voice rougher and a shakier than usual.
Sam did as told, sliding his hands behind his knees to hold them easier against his chest. Lucifer smirked up at Sam. He lowers himself, spreading Sam's cheeks apart. He licked a slow line down his crack before kitten licking at his tight entrance, Sam making small whimpering noises above him. Without warning he sank his tongue all the way into Sam locking his lips around his hole and sucks, making laud slurping sounds that were driving Sam insane as he arched off the bed trying to get Lucifer to go deeper.
"Ple- please Luc, I need more." Sam pleads with him looking down, pouting; his eyes lust blown only thin lines of brown visible against the dilated black of his pupils.
Lucifer slides two fingers into Sam along his tongue working him open. Sam let his legs drop, bent at the knees so he could pull on Lucifer's short blonder hair. He slowly pumps his fingers while licking inside of him until his fingers find his prostate and Sam lets out a loud moan.
"God damnit Lucifer, I'm not gonna break just fuck me already' Sam growls through clenched teeth,
"Are you always this bossy?" He smirks before waist bending down to kiss him roughly wrapping Sam's legs. He leans himself up with Sam's loose wet hole and slams all the way into in one hard thrust grabbing the hunter's hips hard enough to leave bruises before he starts pounding into his tight hole in a brutal pace. Sam loved it arching off the bed, fucking himself back on Lucifer's cock; this is exactly what he needed.
Sam pulls Lucifer down for kiss, biting at his lip before sucking it into his mouth. He dug his heels into Lucifer's ass arching into him. Sam grabs at his shoulder blades where his wings would be and dung his nails into them. Lucifer whimpers into Sam's mouth fucking into Sam even harder.
Then Sam begs and he says "Pretty please?" "Just make me pure again; just make me clean" Sam knew it was stupid Lucifer making him pure? It had just come out like his brain to mouth filter just shut off. Sam's sobbing now quiet little hiccups into the angel's neck, he doesn't understand why and he can't stop.
But Lucifer understands he knows that Sam is terrified of all of this, the apocalypse, losing Dean, him. That he is certainly three sheets to the wind underneath Satan begging him for more; barely able to recall his own name. For some reason he wants to comfort his vessel, make him believe that it was gonna be okay.
Lucifer kissed the side of Sam's face mouthing at the juncture of his neck and shoulder "You're okay baby, I've got you" He doesn't mean to say it, he would never call anyone that, it just sorta slips out, but the little noise Sam makes is totally worth it.
Sam claws up the angel's back, nails biting into flesh drawing fine lines of blood that heals as soon as they are made. Lucifer pounds into him harder, the grip on Sam's hips bruising tight. Lucifer slams harder into Sam. The bed is creaking loudly underneath them groaning with the weight of them both, the headboard banging violently against the wall.
Sam is panting arching into the fallen angel now, so close to the edge but still so fair it felt like he was drowning and flying at the same time. Then when Lucifer wraps his cold hand around his hard cock he's gone. He hears someone screaming, but it couldn't have been him. The force of the orgasm makes Sam shut his eyes little burst of hot white light blurring his vision before he blacks out.