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Chapter 9: A Little Thing Called Love
There was something about sitting in the dry river bed that made Lucifer feel at one with the world around him. Out here he was not Lucifer the disobedient son or the Devil, out here he was nothing. Insignificant.
Leaning against the wall of the bank, staring at the stars, he found himself praying to the God that had went into hiding. He wasn't looking for answers, he knew he would not get one, but he found himself thanking his father for Sam. If he was going to lose the soul inside his vessel, he was thankful for the time he was given with him.
It made him feel better to tell his father how grateful he was for the opportunity and for a moment he did not care that his father was MIA. It did not matter that God would not answer because Lucifer knew that God would hear him anyway and that was good enough for him.
But then he heard something. A whisper on the wind.
My Morning Star.
Could it be? After all of this time, God was going to speak to him, out of all of his angels?
His heart began to beat frantically against his chest.
You have found love with Sam and for that his soul will not be lost to you.
Lucifer closed his eyes, letting the tears fall freely as he thanked his father again for speaking to him.
God did not say another word but Lucifer felt his fathers presence all around him and that was the greatest gift since Sam.
...
Sam had refused to sleep in the bed that Dean had soiled, choosing to sleep on the floor instead. The had looked for clean sheets but did not find any in the room and neither one wanted to explain to the office why they needed them. Dean had called his little brother a bitch but did not push Sam into sleeping in the bed with him.
Laying on his stomach, clutching his pillow close to him, he let his mind drift back to the Impala and what had happened with Lucifer.
He could feel the other man's cold hands on him now- raking down his back, pulling his hair, sucking at his skin... Everywhere the man had touched tingled deliciously and he had to stifle a happy noise that threatened to escape.
He hadn't felt like this since the first time he had slept with Jessica. The excitement and the adrenaline rushing through his veins making him feel like a school girl.
Burying his face in his pillow he wondered what Lucifer was feeling before allowing himself to be swept off to sleep.
...
Lucifer did not know how long he stayed in the river bed but it was well after his father had left him. He did not care that God had not said anything more because he had said just what Lucifer needed to hear. That he did love Sam and that he would not lose him once he took over the other man's body.
Even after all of the heartbreak Lucifer had put his father through all of those years ago, he was more than surprised to hear his voice. He still loved his father and could not express the happiness he felt.
My Morning Star. A name he had not heard since Heaven.
You have found love in Sam and for that his soul will not be lost to you.
You have found love with Sam.
Love with Sam.
Sam.
Did that mean that Sam felt the same way for him? He wanted to believe he did after the moment they had shared in the car but he knew humans too well. They were too eager to show each other physical affection no matter what they told each other.
'Sex should be between two people who care about each other. Not something to do to pass the time.'
Again, that did not mean anything. And besides, he said cared about not love.
Still, he had been eager to kiss him again...
Humans are sensual creatures only out for their own pleasure.
Lucifer growled his frustration. He did not know what he was going to do! He liked Sam- A lot- and not just for his good looks the way humans fell in love with each other. How long had he followed the hunter around? He felt as if he knew Sam... Not that Sam knew him.
God was right. He did love Sam but the real question was how did Sam feel about him?
He was going to find out.
...
For the third time in a twenty-four hour period Lucifer found himself at Sam's side though this time it was for answers.
Using the toe of his boot, he nudged Sam in the side until the hunter looked around the room in confusion.
Not wanting to wake up the sleeping Dean, Lucifer reached down to grab Sam's hand and lead him to the bathroom. When he let go to turn on the light, Sam stretched his arms above his head.
"What's going on?" He asked through a yawn.
"We have to talk." Lucifer told him, closing the door softly, before leaning against it and crossing his arms.
Sam sat on the toilet, rubbing his eyes. "What about?"
"Us. I need to know whats going on between us."
Sam looked down at his hands hanging between his knees. He could not believe he was having this conversation with the Devil of all people.
"Uh," He closed his eyes for a moment before looking back up at Lucifer.
The Archangel rolled his eyes, wondering if this had been such a good idea.
"Come on, Sam. Talk to me." Lucifer rubbed at his jaw, obviously irritated with the situation. "Forget about the Apocalypse. Forget about you being my vessel. This is about you and me."
Sam let out a sigh. What did he feel about Lucifer?
Obviously he was going about this all wrong. Maybe Sam needed a... more direct approach.
Taking the few steps that separated him from Sam, he dropped to his knees before the vessel.
"Do you enjoy being with me? Just enjoying my company?" Lucifer asked, not thinking about the fact Sam did not know about all of the time Lucifer had been around him.
Sam bit his lip, not sure where the Archangel was going with this. "I guess."
"What about touching?" Lucifer ran a finger down the length of Sam's arm. "Do you hate the feeling of my skin on yours?"
"I guess not." Sam sucked in a breath.
Lucifer looked up at the man, his head tilted to the side. The hunter was being difficult.
Leaning back, Lucifer sat down, crossing his legs before him. He let out a sigh. That wasn't going to work either.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he wondered how he should bring the question up without scaring the other man.
How was he supposed to go about this? At this rate he was going to end up jumping the other man before he got any answers.
"Look. I like you. I really do, but I need to know if there is anything between this than making out in your brother's car.
Sam watched as Lucifer rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had never seen the other man so out of control before. He couldn't help but wonder when Lucifer had come to the decision that he liked him. And why his heart had picked up speed at the thought.
"Uh," Sam swallowed hard. He fought off the urge to crawl into the Archangel's lap and kiss the pain between his eyes better.
Lucifer noticed the way Sam watched his movements closely as if he had not noticed the hunter was staring. He briefly wondered if he was reading more into Sam's actions than what was really there. God he hoped not.
"What Sam? I need to know, here." A small smile found its way onto his face, breaking Sam's eye contact.
The hunter licked his lips before staring at the floor.
Should he tell the devil how he felt or should he keep his mouth shut and pretend he had no idea what the other man was talking about? Just because he liked kissing Lucifer did not mean anything! Just look at the lengths Dean would go to hook up with some random girl he knew he would never see again!
But Sam was not Dean. He prefered having feelings for someone other than just lust.
Lucifer was on his knees again, staring at Sam intently. Using a long cold finger, he lifted Sam's chin until he could look into the taller man's hazel eyes.
"Sammy, I would never lie to you. I don't need to. The truth does enough damage." He whispered with a smile. "I love you."
The hunter's eyes went huge, a lump forming in his throat. Did he hear that right?
"But I need to know if I am wasting my time." Softly, slowly, he pressed a light kiss to the hunter's lips before breaking contact though he was still close enough to do it again, as he looked into Sam's eyes.
Sam licked at his lips, trying to taste the other man on them, his breathing labored.
"Are you sure? About the loving me part?" He asked, his voice breaking around the lump in his throat.
"Of course I'm sure." Lucifer chuckled. "We were made for each other. You are my destiny. My boy King." He pressed another kiss to Sam's lips, this time more demanding.
When Lucifer pulled back, Sam bit his lip. What was he supposed to do? Yes there was a part of him that wanted to give into Lucifer's touch but there was a part of him that wanted to hold back from giving into the urges he was feeling. If Lucifer was telling the truth and that they were destined to be together than they could wait until they were more... ready before talking their relationship to the next level. Whatever that level was.
Lucifer chuckled to himself, a knowing smile on his face.
"Don't worry Sammy, our first time wont be in a motel bathroom. I have more class than that."
That brought a smile to Sam's face. A hiccup of a laugh escaped.
Lucifer brushed his knuckles against Sam's cheek.
"When you realize I'm right, I'm only a prayer away." He got to his feet, smiling down at his vessel.
"Good night, boy King."
And Lucifer was gone.
"Good night, Lucifer."
