A/N: Part three headed your way. Sam's starting to hang around Lucifer a little too much. What is it doing to him? And how did Gabriel get pulled into the mix?
This chapter has more explicit descriptions involving slash. JUST A WARNING.
The second set of Italics changes to a third person POV.
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Being a hunter is a hard and dangerous job. Injuries were plentiful and the doctors in my City liked to ask questions. I was never a good liar so sometimes Lucifer spoke for me.
We had been hunting a demon that had some information for us. We thought for sure we had him pinned down but somehow he got out of his restraints and threw me across the room, sending me head first into a bookshelf. It's so cliché that I laughed afterwards.
Normally I would patch myself up but I was out of the supplies I needed and Lucifer had told me the size of the cut was dangerously deep so I had no other choice. We went to the hospital. That's how I ended up getting stitches in my head.
I was on my back on the table while Lucifer sat on the counter across the room. The light the doctor had on me was bright and I fought the urge to squint too much. I didn't want my stitches to be messy. I did flinch every once and a while when I felt the needle pull at my skin though.
The old man's brow was creased as he looked at me.
"How did this happen, young man?"
I told you they liked to ask questions. It was then that I realized that I didn't have a cover story. I was being put on the spot and that usually meant my lie was gonna suck. Bad. Then Lucifer's soft voice came from across the room.
"You fell down some stairs." He muttered, his voice too quiet for the focused doctor to hear. I gave the doctor a weak smile.
"I fell down some stairs." I said. He nodded and finished sewing me up.
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Lucifer didn't just speak for me when I was hurt and getting patched up or when I needed to lie. I found myself channeling his way of doing things into my life subconsciously. My boss, Crowley, a dry-humored sarcastic British man, seemed to materialize in front of my desk one day.
"Name, Ruby. Gender, female. Classification, demon. Am I to assume that this is yours?" He asked, rolling his eyes at me. I eyed the flyer he had in his hand. My flyer. It was for a demon that most of the hunters in the area were looking for. I must have left it on the copier by accident.
"Huh?" I said dumbly, once again trying to find my words. Lucifer couldn't help me this time so I was on my own. Crowley sneered at me, putting one hand into the pocket of his expensive dress pants, looking particularly snobby.
"Pretend you're me, which let's be honest, must be difficult for someone of your rank. Make a managerial decision. You find this," he lifted the paper so I could see the front. "What would you do?"
From the way he was staring at me, with his eyes unblinking and an eyebrow raised, I knew I must have looked nervous. I was ready to go into full-blown panic mode when I felt my face smooth into a blank mask. I sat back in my chair, appraising my boss for a moment. The words came after a few seconds of silence.
"Well I gotta tell ya, I'd be very careful who you talk to about that because the person who wrote that is dangerous."
I got out of my chair, slowly making my way around my desk.
"And this button-down Oxford cloth psycho might just snap and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and coworkers."
I was standing next to him now. The look he was giving me was slightly nervous. My voice was soft. Dangerously so.
"This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very close."
Lucifer's words coming out of my mouth.
I could have sworn he flinched when I snatched the paper from him.
And I used to be such a nice guy.
"Or maybe you shouldn't bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up." I sneered, a nasty smile on my face. I don't think I've ever seen my boss look so uncomfortable. He looked like he was going to say something but the phone rang. 'Saved by the bell' could be considered a relevant phrase for that moment. I answered it with a smile and he walked silently from my cubicle, his gait stiff and choppy.
Things like that happened more frequently the more I hung around with Lucifer. I was getting good at lying and weaseling my way out of awkward situations and unwanted conversations. I wasn't sure if I should be nervous or not. I went with not.
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Moans filled my ears… There was a warm body beneath me… I was thrusting into white hot heat… Gabriel's eyes were lit up a bright gold, like liquid fire… Gabriel…?
My eyes snapped open and I sat up in bed. That erotic dream was not welcome at all so I tried to push it from my mind as I left my room and ventured down the hallway. It was quiet. Too quiet. Lucifer's door was closed. I'd been living there for two months and Lucifer's door was never closed.
It was obviously closed for a reason so I didn't bother knocking. Instead I went downstairs to find some breakfast. I was pretty sure we had some milk that hadn't spoiled and Lucifer had just got some cereal the other day. I pulled a Tupperware bowl down from one of the cabinets and grabbed a spoon that was mostly clean, snagging the box of cereal and the milk before sitting down at the table.
I had everything put together and was happily enjoying it when I heard the creak on the stairs. Lucifer was finally awake.
"Dude you won't believe the dream I had last night." I said, shaking my head and taking another bite of my Lucky Charms.
"I can hardly believe anything about last night."
That wasn't Lucifer's voice, and that wasn't Lucifer standing at the sink washing his mouth out with my coffee cup. Gabriel turned back to cast me a look before spitting in the sink. Gabriel fucking Novak was in this house.
"What are you doing here?" I said, cereal forgotten. Gabriel turned slowly to me, confusion on his face.
"… What?"
"This is my house, what are you doing in my house?" I said, my brow furrowed. Gabriel stared at me for a moment longer before a disgusted look spread across his face.
"… Fuck you." He snarled before he grabbed his jacket off of the table next to the door, making a hasty exit. I watched him leave, feeling just as confused and maybe a little pissed off when Lucifer entered the kitchen laughing.
"Man you have got some fucked up friends." He said, still laughing. He grabbed a new coffee mug and filled it with the cold coffee sitting on the counter. He leaned against said-counter so he could look at me.
"So while you were out last night, the phone rang. Guess who's on the other end?"
My stomach dropped. I already could guess the story before he told me…
Sam had just left the house when the phone rang. Lucifer wasn't usually the one who answered the phone but he decided that it was better than letting it ring. With a melodramatic sigh, he picked the phone up and held it to his ear.
"Hello? Sam? It's Gabriel."
Lucifer felt a smile spread across his face.
A short while later he was standing outside Gabriel's apartment door, knocking. A few moments later, the door opened revealing a short man with caramel hair and honey gold eyes. His mouth turned up in a smile.
"Well. I'm surprised you came. Come on in."
Lucifer returned the smile.
Gabriel had beer. Lots of it.
I glared as Lucifer kept laughing. He was obviously able to handle Gabriel's eccentric personality. He shook his head, walking over to the window to look out at our pathetic front yard.
"Man, I'm telling you what, but you know what I mean, I mean you fucked him."
My stomach curled in on itself as I grimaced.
"No I didn't."
He gave me a surprised look.
"Never?"
"No."
Lucifer narrowed his eyes at me before raising an eyebrow.
"You're not into him, are you?"
My grimace deepened.
"No, GOD no."
I am Jack's raging bile duct.
"You sure? You can tell me." Lucifer had a look of false concern on his face. I rolled my eyes, looking down at my soggy cereal.
"Believe me I'm sure." I grumbled.
Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains.
Lucifer looked relieved.
"Good cuz he's a predator posing as a house pet, stay away from that one."
I rolled my eyes again. This was just too much. There was no way Lucifer really liked Gabriel. I pushed the bloated cereal bits around the plastic container with my spoon, watching them fall apart.
"Gabriel doesn't need a lover, he needs a fucking babysitter."
Lucifer shrugged.
"Well yea, but this isn't love, it's sport fucking."
Somehow that sounded appropriate for both of them.
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Fast forward a month or so.
"Is that your blood, Samuel?"
I looked up at the sound of Crowley's voice, cigarette dangling from my lips. I looked down at my shoulder, seeing a spot of blood. This must have been a shirt I wore on a hunt. Oops.
"Some of it, yea."
Crowley looked a little peeved.
"You can't smoke in here and you know it."
I snorted, not even bothered when Crowley's face got stormy.
"Take the rest of the day off and come back Monday with some clean clothes. For God's sake, get yourself together."
With that he left the cubicle in a huff, hands once again in his pockets. As I packed my things up, I felt like I had won some silent victory. I wasn't quite sure what the battle had been or who with, but it didn't matter.
As I walked down the stairs, I got right in everyone's hostile little face. Yes there is blood on my shirt. Yes I am okay with that. It's because of me that you're all able to sleep safely at night. I continued down the steps, tugging my shirt loose from my pants as I walked. I didn't have a car so I had to walk back to the house.
I made my way through the gates and up the pathway to the house. As I entered the house, my eyes automatically went to the ceiling. The only sounds I heard in the entire house were a rhythmic thudding and what couldn't be anything other than screaming. Gabriel screaming.
You give up the condo life, give up all your flaming worldly possessions, go live in a dilapidated house in the toxic waste part of town, and you have to come home to this.
I headed straight to my bedroom, closing and locking my door. I tried to occupy myself with reading, but I have to say, Gabriel was definitely in the highest order of screamers. Lucifer wasn't exactly quiet either and I felt a little weird listening. I could have gone to the third floor where I may not have heard them, but that meant passing Lucifer's bedroom.
Of course I had to eventually when I needed to go to the bathroom before bed. They had been going at it for hours. I was a little worried that they were going to hurt themselves. I tried to walk as quietly as possible, but when I got to Lucifer's door, it was slightly cracked. Curiosity is a bitch and after a moment's debate I found myself trying to peek through.
I nearly had a heart attack when the door opened and Lucifer stood before me in all his naked glory save for some neon yellow rubber gloves. I really didn't want to know. Really didn't want to know.
"What are you doing?" He asked, looking at me blankly. I swallowed and motioned at the bathroom.
"I'm just going to bed." I said lamely, my voice soft with embarrassment. I could hear Gabriel still moaning and making little noises from the bedroom. I glanced past Lucifer and watched as Gabriel tumbled gracelessly off of the bed with a thud. Lucifer followed my gaze.
"You want to finish him off?" He asked, cocking his head at me. I actually considered it before I realized what I was doing and shook my head.
"No I'm okay." I said, dropping my gaze from his intense blue eyes.
"Alright goodnight." He said. I turned to leave but I heard Gabriel speak again, his voice rough from screaming.
"Found the cigarettes… Who are you talking to?"
"Shut up." was the last thing I heard before Lucifer slammed the door and the screaming and yelling resumed.
Sport fucking.
It was still relevant.
And no I didn't feel jealous. Not at all.
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A/N: Sabriel is starting to rear its head. Oh my.
