A/N: Had to write a sequel :P Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Self Pleasure!
It had been weeks since his last excursion. Without much interference from heaven he was well on his way to completing his ritual. Oddly enough, he thought to himself, there wasn't even a single sighting of an angel or demon or even a hunter to heed him. He didn't mind this so much but it was curious nonetheless. However, in the time being he found himself in an empty warehouse, the metal frame of the building rusting away and the sheets of aluminum hanging over head punched with holes allowing the dim sun light to pour through. It was deathly quiet, hardly a scurry of any life in the abandoned storage place. It only reminded him of his own personal isolation, how alone he had been all this time in which Sam had finally granted him permission to the point where he is now.
He would have felt empty inside had it not been for Sam's constant scratching in the back of his mind. The hunter was regaining his will, trying his hand at forcing the devil aside to have control, any kind of control. He wanted to rip all the walls down but Lucifer wouldn't allow him. On occasion he could hear Sam mumbling, muttering incoherently to himself, other times he was quiet, complete silence spanning across the recess of his mind. Had he finally broken the hunter?
He took a long look around before heaving a long sigh, nothing of interest in this building. Nothing he could use to his advantage, no life he could take, nothing. Then he heard it, the voice in his head. "Hey." The voice was quiet, restrained but relaxed in itself like a man broken and pooling the pieces together not even attempting to resist the futility of it all. "Sam?" Lucifer response was questionable, searching, and most of all curious. There was a long pause, the silence drifting back into existence. Lucifer had assumed Sam shut himself off again but there it was again, that soft echo of his voice. "What are you doing here?" Lucifer mused for a moment, taking another meaningless glance around. "Soul searching?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone but between the context was an uncertainty. Sam had become keen to this inflection of Lucifer's and without meaning to let out a small laugh. "It's hot in here." The comment was innocent enough but as soon as Lucifer heard it he felt the heat wash over him. But it was more than just a wave, it was a blanket. He felt stifled in his clothing, restrained to say the least.
"What do you suppose I do about that, Sam?" The tone of his voice shifted down a bit, more alluring than before. Without waiting for the other to answer he started to unbutton his jacket suit, slipping it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. His hand traveled up to his chest and fingered the buttons on his shirt, tapping his nail on the plastic surface. "You shouldn't do that," Sam said suddenly, his voice almost sounding borderline frantic and serious. Lucifer caught this in his words, a devilish smirk twitching on his lips as he responded. "Why, afraid you might like it?" He pulled on the button, slipping each one from their holes. As the shirt opened and revealed a bare chest beneath he ran his fingers down the surface of his skin, an audible purr escaping his throat. Of course he would enjoy it, all these sensations at his disposal and it was fitting he could use these to his advantage. There wasn't really anything Sam could really do but either retreat or partake.
There wasn't an answer yet, instead he remained quiet but Lucifer could still feel him. He could feel Sam watching, waiting, his interest slowly peaking. Who was he to stop when he had an audience? "I knew you'd come around," he spoke softly. "Shut up, take off the shirt." Lucifer was taken aback by the sudden demand but complied graciously, slipping the rest of the buttons loose and tossing the shirt to the floor. "You miss the touch of human contact don't you? You are yearning for it so badly you've gone as far to seek it from yourself, even though I'm the one running the show," Lucifer exclaimed to him, his eyes falling a bit to the floor. He knew very well of Sam's desire for human interaction, sometimes just to see them, sometimes to be held by them, and now-a-days he yearned for any contact, he would take what he could get. This desperation Lucifer could use with zeal.
He rubbed his hands over the exposed skin, it's heat radiating into his cold fingers that sent shivers his body as he fondled himself, groping the muscle and tweaking his nipples. He imagined it was someone else, someone besides himself, someone like Sam. Just as he started to dip his hands lower he heard a noise, a low quiet moan. He moved his hands away hovering inches over his waist. "No, don't stop..." There was a longing in his tone as Sam voiced his intent. He seemed more earnest than he had ever been before, Lucifer knew at this point the boy had been broken. He started to unbuckle himself, pulling the belt out and dropping it. "Take them off." He heard Sam again, his voice becoming more unstable. There was a quiver in the way he spoke, his words trembling off his lips. So Lucifer did as Sam wanted, making quick time of unbuttoning and unzipping the trousers letting them fall to his ankles.
At this point his body was shaking with anticipation. There was so much enthusiasm inwardly and outwardly the only thing he had to do now was give into the craving and with gusto he would do just that. "To the wall..." Sam commanded, but it was more of a suggestion than a demand. It was a bearing, to keep him up right while his body was becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. Lucifer did just that, walking back until he pressed himself against a solid wall. He was all about instant gratification but he truly wanted Sam to work for this one, to dive into his own self-indulgence. "What now, Sam? Should I do this?" He slid his hand down to Sam's inner thigh and rubbed it slowly teasing the man's growing bulge. He could feel Sam's soul squirm inside him, the way his ache continued to build up the more he moved his hand closer. "Stop teasing me, just... do it." Sam almost whined, the tightening in his gut making it hard to concentrate on anything else. His mind was dead set and Lucifer was always one to toy with fantasies.
His hand traveled inside the boxers, grazing over the hair peeking out and dipping further in to scoop Sam up in his hand, his own hand. In Sam's mind he wanted to picture someone else, someone who he could see himself being groped by but all he saw was Lucifer, the angel inside of him riding shotgun. And despite that he found himself strangely aroused by the fact it wasn't just his hand touching himself it was someone else controlling his actions, so in hind sight it wasn't him pleasuring himself, it was Lucifer. "Please..." The sound of it was music to Lucifer's ears, he had been waiting for Sam to start begging since he started and now he had what he wanted so he owed Sam to give him what he so desperately needed.
As he cupped Sam he pulled himself out, the boxers straining against him no longer a hindrance. There was a long sigh of relief, a breathy moan that almost escaped from Sam. There were no words he could offer, he was lost in the blissful promise of release. Lucifer fingered the head, squeezing and pulling ever so gently which caused Sam to leak his excitement. He used this to slick down the shaft and start a slow pumping action. If Sam could move at all he would have bucked himself into Lucifer's hand, forward and back. And involuntarily that's exactly what Sam's vessel did, moving into himself. There was another audible moan from Sam and this time it escaped Lucifer's mouth as well, no longer a figment in his mind but a discernible sound of enjoyment from both of them. "Faster... go faster," Sam's voice breathed as he tried to swallow another moan in between his words. Lucifer complied and his strokes became more rapid. He felt the knot, the brink of his excitement reaching it's peak and just as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the wall everything went white.
Sam let out a long groan, Lucifer following in unison. The vessel erupted in pleasure, sending hot streams of release onto the ground. Somehow Lucifer had to catch his breath, Sam hadn't noticed he was holding it, despite not needing it, it was still very much apart of him. But it was then when Lucifer noticed how quiet Sam had gotten, how his presence dissolved from the forefront of his mind. He couldn't help a devious smirk as he slumped down to a sitting position, still gripping himself. "I see how it is..." He remarked coolly, looking over his accomplishment with a perceptible interest.