I actually would have updated earlier if not for some small distractions known as "my mom wants me to spend more time with the family." But anyway, I hope this chapter is riveting for you.

The following Monday, Lily proved to still remember most of Halloween night, as Sam could tell by the short glare she gave him as soon as he sat down at their table. Apparently, and not surprisingly, Ava and Amelia knew what he and Luc had been doing as well, since they briefly partook in mutual glaring.

Seconds after his butt made contact with the seat, Sam noticed Amelia nudge Ava's arm, a furtive glance, and then Ava looking up at him and taking a long, guilty breath.

"I'm sorry for consistently trying to make a move on your man, okay?" she said nearly robotically, and it was obvious that she had both been put up to it by Amelia and rehearsed it. At once, she looked back down at her plate and stabbed her salad with her fork, while Sam continued to sit there awkwardly.

"Um—?"

"And she's not gonna do it again," Amelia insisted with gritted teeth, at which Ava sighed and looked up again.

"And I'll stop doing it. Sorry." Another sigh, and it seemed slightly more convincingly apologetic. Sam smirked in amusement at her embarrassment, now that he entirely understood what was going on. "S'not my fault Luc's a babe," she added in a mutter.

"Ava, can we not?" Lily groaned, exasperated.

"Hey, I'm not trying to steal him away or flirt with him—I'm just saying!" She put her hands up in defense, but Sam just became more tense. He realized that he should have been flattered in Luc's place, but he just got angrier, for some reason. "Okay—Sam, seriously. I get it. You don't want anyone to flirt with your boyfriend. Which I won't do anymore. And I totally get why you were doing the thing at the party to show him off—if I was dating a fine piece of ass like that, I'd want everyone to know he was mine, too!"

"...Thanks," he relented, a decent-sized portion of his grudge against Ava dropping off. But while he should have been glad for the forgiveness, Sam couldn't help but register the fact that Ava having no problem with what he'd been doing with Luc probably meant she wasn't all right in the head, either.

Forgiveness was a strange thing. Or at least it was in this case. Sam didn't fully understand why he would have even needed it in the first place, as he didn't have any problem with leading people on and making them feel like shit just for the sake of showing Luc off. And now that Lily and Amelia were warily and gradually gaining it for him, he wasn't sure whether he wanted it. He didn't think Luc would have wanted it or even cared, either.

Lily would always be wary about him because of Halloween night, he was sure. She was quickly letting go of it, but the next time she directly mentioned Luc to him, she said—

"He's kind of like the little Devil on your shoulder."

He finished tapping out a text to Luc and snapped his head up to her. "How do you mean?"

Giving him a look over the top of her drink that said You know exactly what I mean, she told him, "You're different when you're around him or talking to him. You're more... willing to do things, I guess. Essentially, he's an asshole, and you start being an asshole when you're around him."

Sam scowled—not only at what she said, but at the expression she gave him afterwards, like she didn't give a fuck what he thought of her opinion. That infuriated him.

"There is nothing wrong with him—how 'bout you shut the fuck—"

"Woah—I didn't mean it like that, Sam," Lily stopped him, clearly trying to sound confident, but a hint of a tremor in her voice betrayed her. "Everyone's an asshole in their own way. I just mean you change when you're around him. I'm not even saying he's bad for you. If he makes you happy, everything else is fine."

He was still angry, though. Angrier than he was showing in his face or his body language, and he wasn't completely sure why, and he couldn't help it. Amelia and Ava had scooted a little away from him and were looking wary, as though genuinely afraid he might blow up at them or even hurt them.

Sam was kind of afraid of that, too. He needed to get away, just for now.

Standing up with his tray, he took a deep breath and said, as calmly as his anger would let him, "I'm just really fucking tired of everyone insulting my boyfriend to my face."

As he walked away, it registered to him that what made him the angriest was that everything Lily said was true.

Directly after his Greek Mythology lesson on Wednesday, Sam returned to his dorm to find it half-empty and an exhausted-looking Adam gathering his books together to put in one of the empty boxes that were sitting on the floor. His roommate didn't acknowledge his presence for the several seconds that he was just standing there next to his bed, though, until he coughed loudly.

"Um," was all Sam felt he needed to say, along with an incredibly confused, furrowed brow.

As though only just having noticed him there, Adam stood up and smiled in mock-politeness.

"Oh, don't mind me. Just, uh—getting out of your way, Sammy," he said, his voice fading to bitterness and his stance returning to its crouched state, putting away books, throughout the sentence.

"Don't call me Sammy," he said on reflex, and he briefly thought it odd that that was a priority above all else. "Sammy is what my brother calls me."

"And Luc, apparently," said Adam, now closing the box with packaging tape. Sam could practically hear the eyeroll in his voice—though it wasn't loud enough over his sudden disorientation and internal shock:

Does he? Thinking back on it, he could only vaguely remember Luc using that nickname with him. Normally he found it extremely annoying when anyone but Dean called him Sammy, but if Adam wasn't lying (and really, what reason would he have to lie about something like that?), then he had just been subconsciously ignoring it or brushing it off for the past couple months.

He tried his best to recompose himself, as he obviously didn't want Adam to have any idea what was going on in his head, and frowned again.

"So what the Hell is this, then?"

"What's it look like?" Adam said with a scoff, straightening himself and looking directly at Sam again. "I'm moving out. You told me that I should find a new roommate, so I did. I'm sick and tired of getting off of work and having to find you and your psychopath boyfriend passed out naked, or being forced to stay out of my own dorm because you two are fucking—or getting complaints and gay slurs plastered to the fucking door because you and Luc are so goddamn loud the whole floor can hear you going at it!" With that, he stood up and took a step back, as though he was afraid to be too close to Sam while he continued. "And frankly, I just don't fucking want to live around you anymore. Luc is rubbing off on you, man. The guy's a klepto and I wouldn't be surprised if he's ever murdered someone. I don't feel like getting gutted in my sleep."

Sam felt the stab of Adam's animosity straight in the pit of his stomach, but no remorse or sense of betrayal came from it. He just resented having Luc talked about like that. His face contorted almost involuntarily and he jerked back.

"So you're actually willing to do that?" he spat, feeling that anger rise up in his chest again. "You're gonna waste all the money you spent on this room in your tuition and go live with someone else?"

"Well, I can't get the money back. I'm perfectly fine with paying half the rent for Samandriel's apartment, because I'm a responsible adult who actually does his job."

Sam might have snapped something nasty back at him or even lunged to physically attack Adam if someone who looked a lot like Matthew hadn't stepped into the room right then (Hell, the only thing that kept Sam from thinking it was Matthew was that he was taller), effectively getting in between them. He could only assume it was Samandriel.

"Is that the last box?" he asked Adam, seemingly oblivious to what he'd just prevented. Or just purposely ignoring it.

"Yeah, you can just carry the empty ones. For some reason I thought we might have needed more." Acting as though Sam was no longer there, they picked up their respective boxes and began to leave—but then Adam turned around in the doorway and looked directly at him. "Listen, I don't hate you entirely. I'm just making a responsible decision because I don't trust your boyfriend, and really, neither should you. Just... I don't know. Call me when you get your shit together or when you finally break up with Luc. Whichever comes first."

When Adam slammed the door shut, Sam wasn't quite sure what to feel. But that confusion and indecisiveness faded after a few seconds, at which he realized that his roommate being gone meant there was nothing keeping Luc from sharing the room with him.

And then he ceased to care about all else.

The only thing that kept Luc from moving in entirely was that he didn't feel like bringing all of his things into Sam's room, and that he still relied on Crowley for food. He took an armful of his books with him, but that was it.

Sam had waited until Luc's routine visit at the library to tell him, as he'd wanted to see his reaction—and twenty minutes wasn't that long of a wait, anyway. He perfectly anticipated the enthusiastic kiss Luc pulled him in for upon hearing the news.

"You can tell your brother to tell Adam that his plan was counter-productive," Luc said smoothly to a scowling Matthew, and Sam silently agreed.

How could Adam possibly have thought he was leaving Sam alone to "get his shit together?" Obviously he was only going to spend more time with Luc, with Adam gone.

He was only going to get more dangerous.

That thought only vaguely registered as something he should have been concerned about, and he brushed it off as if it were nothing.

"You can tell your boyfriend to leave you alone because you've got work to do," Matthew then said dryly to Sam, who returned the scowl but slowly pushed Luc to a safe distance—not before giving him a short kiss on the cheek, though.

"Sorry," he muttered into his cheek.

Rather than giving him his usual pout or grimace, though, Luc half-smirked and said, "I have some work to do, anyway."

For the rest of the evening, Sam saw surprisingly little of Luc. And the little that he did see of him was actually in the aisle, rather than him hanging around the front desks at all. Luc wasn't there to look jealous and angry when people walked up to Sam to ask him a question, not even those who seemed slightly flirtatious, which Luc normally had some sort of internal radar to detect when they were near Sam. He just assumed that Luc must have been genuinely busy with a project.

There were a few kisses stolen when he had books to put away, but Matthew didn't even have to show up and tell Sam to get to work for them to part and go about each of their businesses. It was a strange night.

Late in the evening, when Sam and Matthew had all the returned books stacked in front of them, the latter was frantically searching around his section of the desk, his exhales gradually becoming louder and more exasperated. Sam watched with growing amusement until Matthew finally stood straight up like a spring and said,

"Have you seen my stamp? I could have sworn it was here, like, an hour ago. But it's not on the desk or on the floor or anything."

"Dude, just use another one," Sam brushed him off, returning to his own slow work.

"That's the thing, though—there are no other ones," Matthew pressed, sounding slightly more like a headcase. "They've all just slowly been disappearing throughout the past few weeks, and I was finally down to my last one, and now that one's gone too."

Sam let out a breathy laugh, as he had to admit, the whole situation was pretty funny. "Maybe the stamp-fairy is stealing them."

"Or maybe a person is stealing them," Matthew said seriously, the look in his eyes heavily suggestive of a specific person. Sam chose to ignore the implications and pretend he didn't understand them.

"Who would steal library stamps? A librarian ghost?" he laughed, finding the fed-up look on Matthew's face more and more hilarious. "My money's on the stamp-fairy."

In a moment of obligatory sympathy several seconds later, Sam sighed, scooted his stool back, and checked in the shelves for library stamps. All he found was an empty plastic box, at which he sat up straight and just shrugged at Matthew before continuing with his own work.

At some point after midnight, Sam finally clocked out and left the library with Luc to get some books from his dorm to bring it to their newly shared one. The second the door was shut, the books were on the floor and Luc was pulling Sam onto the bed—not in a sexual way, though. He just wanted to lie down with him, it seemed.

"So what exactly did Adam say to you?" Luc asked him, his hand stroking back and forth just above Sam's hip.

Raising his eyebrow a fraction of an inch at Luc's curiosity towards the matter but otherwise not commenting on it, Sam told him everything he remembered.

"So yeah, he's delusional and he doesn't trust me anymore, and he trusts you even less," he finished. "We had a fight about that a couple weeks ago, too—he's convinced you stole money from him."

"Yeah, I did," Luc shrugged, his face mostly impassive.

Not too much to Sam's surprise, he didn't feel like that had come unexpected, and he wasn't angry or disappointed with him. In fact, the only thing he thought to say was "Why?"

"I don't like him. I usually steal from people I don't like to piss them off." With that, Luc smirked deviously and leaned closer to brush his lips over Sam's. He shivered at the teasing contact, which Luc evidently liked because he tightened his grip on Sam's hipbone. "And this time," he added in a whisper, "it got us a room to ourselves for the rest of the year."

Something bubbled up in his chest and Sam grinned, letting out a few small laughs as his arms snaked around Luc's waist to grip him tightly and turn him onto his back, pressing multiple, gradually deepening kisses to Luc's mouth.

Several minutes later, when he was pulling Luc's pants off and tossing them aside, he noticed a library stamp fall out of the pocket and clatter to the floor. He wasn't at all surprised.

Officially living with Luc meant Sam had significantly less time to himself, which in turn fueled his—whatever it was that he had with Luc. An obsession? An addiction?

Sam was perfectly willing to admit that he was obsessed. He didn't find anything wrong with that, and whenever Amelia or Lily (and occasionally even Gary) referred to it as such, he felt proud and just a little bit smug.

Essentially, Luc had ruined his life so bad that he didn't even care, just like any obsession with a book or tv series or website might. He was happy—enthusiastic, even—to be ruined by him. A fairly small percentage of his day was spent away from Luc at this point, but when he was, he felt worse than he had before he'd met him. He wasn't just lost when he wasn't with him; he was desperate and hungry. Luc's presence became something that he physically craved.

And he was okay with that. No matter what anyone told him or might tell him (because he was sure that Dean would), he was okay with it. It was perfect.

Living with Luc also showed Sam a lot of things that he hadn't known about him beforehand. Or perhaps it just brought out things in Luc that he wouldn't have done around anyone but Sam?

Somewhat unexpectedly, Luc really liked music, alongside books. He appreciated the classics not unlike how Dean did, and sometimes he would talk about some of the famed artists from the early 90s and back as though he'd known them personally. The thing was, though, he didn't blast Led Zeppelin and Bon Jovi on a radio all hours of the day like Sam might have expected (he could easily imagine Luc doing that to annoy Crowley)—he just sang them. Often at the most inappropriate possible times.

More than once, Sam found himself telling Luc to stop singing Stairway to Heaven so he could concentrate on studying. Luc would look sadly at him a moment before shutting up, and then starting back up again, this time louder, a few minutes later.

That one was evidently his favorite. One Sunday, he sang it about fifty times throughout the whole day—and that wasn't counting all the times he just picked up in the middle of the song or sang portions of it.

"You think you could sing something else, maybe?" Sam asked dully after about the twentieth time, stretching in his chair and turning to look at Luc, who was lying on his back on the floor, legs propped up against the bed.

"Sorry, just trying to get the song out of my head," he muttered, folding his hands over his stomach and closing his eyes for a minute before saying: "You know what my favorite part of that song, is, Sammy?"
"Hm?"

"'Yes there are two paths you can go by—but in the long run, there's no time to change the road you're on...' I'm not completely sure why, I just always liked it. There's just something about that line that gets me."

Sam smiled, finding it sort of endearing. Luc even in a semi-philosophical state was one of the best versions of him, as he liked to be reminded that on top of everything else, his boyfriend was also fairly cultured and intelligent.

"You know what I never understood?" said Sam, and this time Luc opened his eyes to poke his head upward and raise his eyebrows questioningly. "Why it's the Stairway to Heaven, but the Highway to Hell. I feel like stairs are way too much of an effort to take in order to get to Heaven, and a highway is too easy to get to Hell. There should be a stairway to Hell so you could trip and fall on the way there."

Lucifer's face was pulled into a grin and a bout of laughter that added a shine to his dull eyes, but he then let his head fall to the floor again and said, "Heaven is supposed to take a lot of work to get into, though. A stairway would just be the final challenge to top it all off. Meanwhile all the things you do to supposedly get into Hell—lying, cheating, stealing, jealousy and the seven deadly sins and all that... that's all just human nature, and that's easy. We're all going down that highway from the very start."

For several seconds, Sam just sat there in silence and stared at Luc, thinking about what he'd said. Then, on a sudden, inexplicably overwhelming urge, he left his chair, got on the floor just above where Luc was lying on the floor, and bent over him to kiss him upside-down.

"No fair, I want to be Spiderman," Luc smirked, and Sam matched it with his own as he smacked another short kiss on his lips before returning to his homework.

It was barely even a minute before he started singing Stairway to Heaven again.

And Sam had to admit, he enjoyed listening to Luc sing. His voice had become one of those addicting qualities about him, and what was more—when it got too annoying, he could always shut him up with more kisses, which would indefinitely lead to more. It was a win-win.

Lucifer had anger issues. But really, it was far more fitting to say that he was emotionally unstable: He would do things that were on the extreme end of probable reactions to certain things, as well as say and do things that didn't at all fit whatever he actually seemed to be feeling at the moment.

Sam had begun to notice the extremes Luc would go to in his annoyance or anger long before now, but they were getting more noticeable and... well. More extreme.

He didn't consider it too strange when the biggest sign was Luc getting visibly and irrationally angry whenever anyone else said anything either particularly nice or at all unpleasant to Sam—probably because the possessiveness turned him on immensely and because it always ended in wonderful sex. But then he started to register all the significantly dark things Luc would say about other people—hollow threats, he was sure, but over small things. Like professors berating him or someone giving him a dirty look in the hallways.

One afternoon, Luc slammed the door open and stormed in with an absolutely murderous expression on, seeming completely oblivious of Sam jumping up from his position on the bed in concern, and threw his bag to the floor. He ripped a folded-up paper from his pocket and began harshly crumpling it up into a tight back, muttering angrily to himself as he did:

"Fucking tells me I misunderstood the project—I worked on this for three fucking days and she tries to tell me I don't deserve the top grade, fucking ruins my paper with all the stupid pen-marks, that—stupid—bitch—"

He ended with throwing the ball of paper that was apparently an essay to the floor and swiftly pulling a lighter out of his pocket, then igniting the paper just as fast. Sam's attention was immediately drawn from Luc's apparent madness to the sudden fire in the middle of their dorm (on a rug carpet no less), and he stepped forward at once, intending to put it out before anything else.

"Woah, shit—"

But Luc held an arm out and just stood there, watching the flames determinedly; and his face alone, the light of the fire dancing on it, was mesmerizing. Sam watched and waited for a few seconds before remembering that there was still a fire in the room, at which he turned his attention back to the flaming ball of paper. The center of the fire was nearly all the way down to the bottom, which meant another couple seconds and the fire would have spread to the carpet. So Sam took initiative and stomped the fire out, leaving a burnt hole in the carpet where it had been, and then turned to Luc for a proper explanation.

What he got, though, was a broken expression on Luc's face before he let himself fall to his knees, and then all the way to the floor—and then curled up halfway into fetal position. For a moment, Sam thought he was crying, but as he bent down, worried and confused, he found that the man was just lying there in hopeless silence.

"Luc, what's...?" he tried to console, putting a gentle hand on his arm and bending over him to try and get a look at his face. But before he could finish, Lucifer let out a loud sob.

"I fucked up, Sam, I—God, I'm sorry, I'm stupid and I can't even interpret a stupid prompt right, and now I burnt a hole in the middle of our carpet, just—fuck, I'm sorry, please don't leave me, Sam, I'm sorry..."

"Woah woah woah, woah—what?—No, Luc, I'm not gonna leave you—what are you talking about?"

The main surprise for Sam was not that he was new to this sort of breakdown—God and Dean knew that he had gone through things like this before—but that Luc was suddenly doing it. He'd never done drugs (or at least Sam could assume so) and didn't seem to have any real reason to be going through this. He could best define it as a temper tantrum turned self-worth crisis. Which didn't seem to make sense because Luc was literally the most narcissistic person he knew.

Slowly, Luc pushed himself off the floor and turned around, his face red and swollen but seeming to have suddenly dried of any tears. If there even had been any to begin with. He looked sad and lost, unlike anything Sam had ever seen on him, and he looked like he was about to go into another fit if Sam hadn't sat down, outstretched his arms, and brought Luc in for a tight hug.

The man practically collapsed against him, pressing his face into Sam's shoulder and clutching onto him like he might fall off at any second. He could feel Luc's whole body shaking in his arms, and that was when his worry kicked into pure sympathy.

"Hey—no, shh...," he said softly, rubbing Luc's back comfortingly as he could. "It's fine. I'm not mad. You're not stupid, and you're perfectly allowed to be angry when you're graded unfairly... I love you." He said that last bit quieter than the rest, and then turned his head to press a kiss to Luc's temple, after which he whispered into his ear, again, "I love you..."

Luc pulled back from Sam's shoulder at some point, immense gratitude in his eyes and devoid of most of his previous panic. He shifted his arms from Sam's back to his neck and pulled himself up to kiss him—at first long and slow, but then like he really needed it.

And God, Sam loved being something that Lucifer needed.

There were other temper tantrums and short episodes of Luc shouting obscenities—sometimes at other people, sometimes at nothing—and Sam having to envelop him in a tight hug to keep him from breaking something in their dorm, and even other moments where Luc had a distinct urge to set something on fire. Sometimes he vocalized it first and sometimes he just pulled out a lighter (which Sam for some reason didn't think to take away from him) and went at it.

Lucifer's unstable moods simply became a part of Sam's life, and he grew used to it as one would grow used to an alarm clock that was slightly inconvenient or annoying in the mornings. He didn't see the occasional outbursts and mood swings as a problem, though he did find himself happier when Luc was acting relatively normal.

But occasionally Sam was left feeling slightly uncomfortable with the sort of things that Luc would do.

Out of nowhere, oftentimes when Sam was in the middle of research, Luc would come up quietly by his side and start pressing kisses to his neck. Which wasn't a problem, since he definitely enjoyed intimacy with Luc more than he enjoyed homework, but it kept him from getting things done. But once again, he didn't consider that much of a problem.

"Mmm... I need you, Sammy..."

That was the problem. It wasn't until after Adam had pointed it out that Sam actually registered it, though.

He was turned on and it felt slightly wrong.

"Can you, um—ah—not... call me Sammy?" he asked, trying to hold back moans as Luc's expert tongue slid down his neck. "My brother calls me Sammy. It's kind of... ah—weird..."

At that, Luc pulled back from Sam's necks and looked at him, his eyes displaying some sort of strange dominance and the rest of his face just... smoke and rough edges. Sam felt like he could have cut or burnt himself by reaching out and touching him.

"Okay," he said simply—except it wasn't simply. It was slow and methodical and it sent shivers down Sam's spine that both excited and scared him. He slid his fingers slowly and gently across Sam's chest—only theoretically gently, though, as it gave off the air that he was trying to shred him to pieces. "Then I want you to only ever use my full name. Lucifer. Everyone else calls me Luc, so this way it's special."

He watched Sam's eyes, watched the thoughts work behind them, and Sam could tell he was enjoying it. He didn't think Lucifer expected or wanted him to refuse, as much as he clearly liked to call him Sammy.

Sam was aware of the implications. His boyfriend wanted him to bring more attention to them at the risk of embarrassment or more people hating them. Lucifer was the name of Satan, after all. He understood that Lucifer's conditions were an act of possessiveness and revenge, and though it wasn't exactly extreme, it showcased instability and was twisted in its own right.

He didn't mind. He liked twisted.

He would have been lying if he told himself that he wasn't a bit twisted.

His discomfort faded away within seconds and a grin stretched onto his face as he gently tugged on Lucifer's hair to pull him in for a short, rough kiss, followed by his mouth on his neck again.

"Okay."

Sam was fired from his job at the library barely two and a half weeks into November.

He and Luc walked in on that Monday to Matthew approaching them with an angry, contorted expression, and pushing an open book into his face first thing. For a moment his eyes had to re-focus, but he then saw that the inside pages of the book were mutilated, as though someone had cut them out with a knife.

"You and your boyfriend have taken it too far this time, Winchester," said Matthew with gritted teeth as he violently pulled the book back. "This is vandalization of campus property, and I'm pretty fuckin' sure both of you can get expelled for it, if not have actual charges put against you."

By the time he was finished he was breathing heavily, and Sam was standing stock-still and slightly nervous, but didn't show it. Next to him, Luc was folding his arms and raising an eyebrow.

"Wait—hold on, what makes you think either of us had anything to do with that?" he asked, almost surprising himself with how convincingly he managed to seem confused.

Matthew deepened his scowl and clapped the mutilated book shut. "Oh, I don't know, why don't you come see why?"

With that, he stormed off toward the front desks and hailed them to follow, and when they got there Sam saw the pile of vandalized books where Matthew normally stood. He was about to give him a sarcastic "...And?" when the kid said—

"Every single book from the Biology section that has to do with insects or arachnids was torn up like this—that's obviously targeted towards me! And who hates me enough to do something like that? Your boyfriend. I would bet my left arm that he did it."

Sam couldn't help but smirk wryly and let out a small laugh at the hilariously (and oh so non-intimidating) manic look on Matthew's face, and he could tell without looking that Lucifer was doing the same.

"You can't prove I did anything," Lucifer said smoothly, his expression relaxed as though he wasn't the least bit worried.

"Yeah? I filed a complaint to the administrators, and they're coming back with with security footage from the library right now. So we'll see about that."

Sam noticed that Lucifer wasn't even trying to deny it, so he suspected that his boyfriend must have indeed done this (which he really couldn't blame him for; Matthew was a complete dick and definitely deserved the spite), and he was confident that he wasn't going to get caught. Now that they were coming back with footage, though... Sam was scared for him.

The thought of Lucifer getting expelled didn't worry or terrify him on the level that it should have, though. His mind automatically went to the solution of simply dropping out and leaving with him if that were to happen, and while he wasn't completely comfortable with that possibility, he was entirely willing to do that if necessary.

When the head librarian returned with a college administrator and a stack of tapes, they were waved into her office to go watch them. Footage from every Monday through Wednesday since Sam had begun working at the library was on those tapes, and they were forced to sit through all of it. Luckily they were able to go at double, sometimes triple speed to get through it more quickly, as they could easily spot when either of them were on screen.

As they went through, Sam fought harder and harder to keep his nervousness at bay, but Lucifer remained completely calm. He also seemed to be able to tell that Sam was tense because at some point, his hand slid over Sam's thigh and stayed there.

After a few hours, it was clear that they'd gone back too far in the footage for Lucifer to have possibly defaced those books. However, if they were judging directly by the tapes, it was impossible for anyone to have done it, since it showed no possible perpetrators. Meaning that there was a gap, and some of the security camera footage was missing.

"What?—No, it's got to be in there," Matthew insisted vehemently. He really was starting to sound like a madman. "He must have hacked into the system or stolen a tape or something... I—it's not possible! I know he did it, I—"

"Be that as it may," sighed the administrator, side-eyeing Lucifer, "there's no way to prove that he did this. I doubt we could even get a warrant to search his room for proof, especially considering there wouldn't likely be any physical evidence. If you think it necessary, though, we could keep watching all the way through."

And Matthew, being the dick that he was, did think it was necessary.

For the next few hours, during which Sam would have become extremely tired were it not for Lucifer occasionally letting his hand roam straight to his crotch and immediately making him alert again, they sat there and watched books get sorted in twice the average speed. A handful of that footage was Lucifer reading in the aisles as well as he and Sam making out, which the librarian and administrator seemed to cringe at but didn't say anything.

It was actually pretty hilarious, watching their reactions. Especially considering they were pretty much obligated to watch all the way through it. And from an outside point of view, watching himself make out with Lucifer was pretty damn hot.

One of the make-out sessions, though, didn't seem anywhere close to stopping. And as Sam watched himself side-step into the Teen Supernatural Romance section, he remembered exactly what this was leading up to. Chancing a glance at Lucifer's expression, he noticed the man was still completely calm and collected. His hand stroked calming circles on Sam's now-tense thigh.

Except they didn't calm him down—how could he possibly be calm when he and two staff members of the college were essentially watching softcore porn of himself and his boyfriend?

As soon as footage-Sam's pants were down past his ass and footage-Lucifer was turning him around and pressing him up against the shelf, the librarian quickly leaned forward and paused and ejected the tape, looking partially horrified. Really, everyone but Sam and Lucifer did. Matthew didn't seem at all surprised, though.

"That—that's grounds for expulsion, isn't it?" he asked, his voice shaking evidently with anticipation. He clearly wanted them out of the school.

The administrator just sighed and threw Sam and Lucifer a dirty look. "It might be—if this were high school. If these two were to be expelled for sex in the library, we'd have to expel every student who's ever been caught at it. And that's been a lot more than you would think. No, they can't be forced out of the school—but they can be banned from the library. Which I'm sure Ms. Tapping will do."

"You're damn right I will," the librarian muttered under her breath. It seemed a bit strange for someone like her, hair up in a tight bun and crease lines under her eyes, to say, but it definitely fit the situation. Turning to Sam, she said bluntly, "You're fired. And I don't want either of you anywhere near the library again. You need research, go to a library off-campus."

Her glare was piercing, and it was hard to tell whether she was angry about her books being soiled or had some deep-seated homophobia that she was refraining from expressing. Sam could only stare at her for a total of four seconds before her expression tightened and she said, "Well? Get out! Both of you!"

So they looked at each other and did as she said, and as they left the enormous library Lucifer was actually laughing. Sam found himself wholly apathetic to the fact that he no longer had a job somehow, but he didn't quite see what was so funny.

"They're such idiots," Lucifer said, grinning up at Sam. "I got the tape with us fucking against the shelves and they didn't even notice."

He fished the tape out of his jacket pocket, and as he wiggled it a bit in his hand for him to see, Sam chuckled as well.

Mulling over it, there was no real consequence of his small income from the library being lost. Like Lucifer had told him before, anyway, he never needed a job to begin with. Crowley could supply more than enough money for both of them. He wasn't sure when exactly he had stopped caring about making his own money, though. One morning he had just woken up and found that he'd lost that moral value entirely.

Or perhaps he had been kissed and touched by Lucifer one too many times and then lost that moral value entirely.

On the next corner they rounded, Sam pressed Lucifer up against the wall without warning and kissed him to no abandon. He wasn't entirely sure why; it just seemed like the right thing to do, especially considering that he was half-hard from Lucifer's hand having been in between his legs for hours.

Moments like this with him were completely worth losing his job over.

Hope this hasn't gotten too disturbing for you. Actually no, I don't. This is supposed to be getting disturbing, so if it's not, then I'm not doing my job.

Also, yes, I know those weren't the right lyrics for that part in Stairway to Heaven. (For those of you who don't know, the correct line is 'There's still time to change the road you're on.') I did that for a reason. It's important to the story. Please feel free to speculate whether or not that was intentional on Lucifer's part and/or what it means in the reviews. I'll probably explain it at the very end of the story if not enough people guess correctly.

As for that scene where he's so angry that he sets an essay on fire, I was actually kind of basing it off something I did once. Well, it's almost exactly what I did. I wrote an essay and my teacher told me I misinterpreted the whole thing so I got really angry and when I got home I had a fit and set it on fire. It seemed like something Lucifer would do, so I wrote it in. (I didn't burn a hole in my carpet or collapse on the ground, though, just for the record.)

And as always, reviews are greatly appreciated (insightful ones especially)!