A/N: Part two of part nine. Man, that sounds weird. *sigh* Oh well. Thanks so much for not letting me put the whole chapter in one document. Okay, since this is a continuation this part of the part (that seriously sounds weird) also contains rape.

Lucifer teased his nerves by using just his hands now, keeping his touch as light as possible. The flickers of sensation it sent through him made him involuntarily buck his hips closer to his hands, yearning for more touch, more pressure. The saliva that was left on him instantly cooled at Lucifer's touch, and it made Sam hurt in a way that was, terribly enough, not unpleasant. He tossed his head to the side, still struggling with holding back his voice. An ache grew in his chest, and his head began to throb. That was when an idea struck him. Maybe he could hold his breath long enough to pass out.

Would Lucifer even have the decency to stop what he was doing? That would be one good thing, but perhaps it would be better if he just continued. No. As fearful as he was of this entire experience he wanted to be aware of what happened to him. It was optimal when compared to not knowing what had happened.

Eventually, Sam couldn't hold his breath any longer, and he relented, taking in great, big gasps of air.

"I was wondering when you'd give that up," Lucifer mused, reaching a hand up to caress his heaving chest. Sam looked down at his hand, still mortified that he was touching him in such a way.

Before Sam could properly catch his breath Lucifer had encased him in his mouth once more. Taken by surprise, Sam nearly cried out, but he gritted his teeth, only letting out a groan. Lucifer then took him out of his mouth with a wet pop that made him cringe.

"Come on, Sam, I know you can do better than that. It's just the two of us. You can let loose."

Adamantly, Sam shook his head, closing his eyes again. He'd do anything, even gouge his own eyes out, to not have to see the way Lucifer looked at him as if he was something to be caught and devoured.

"I've been good to you tonight, bunk buddy. And I don't want to hurt you right now. I want to please you. Just let me do that."

"I'd rather be skinned alive," Sam retaliated.

A shudder passed through him as Lucifer's forked tongue then ran its way up his length, circling the tip when it reached the end of its path. Thankfully, that was all he did for now.

"Ooh, Sammy… you need to stop giving me ideas."

Sam tensed at once again hearing his nickname said in the Devil's voice. Just hearing it from anyone but Dean felt wrong, like it was a crime, and it mocked his close bond with him. This, this was a desecration of the one person he cared about more than anything. Sam thought he might even count it as an act of evil. Dean had given him that nickname because he cared about him, so only Dean could call him it.

"Stop calling me that!" he cried out, opening his eyes to look at his abuser as he fought against his restraints with renewed vigor. He managed to sit up, and he reached out, wanting to get his hands around Lucifer's neck. He was just out of reach. A growl of rage left him from being so close, but not close enough. Logically, he knew that strangling him wouldn't do anything. It wouldn't kill him, but maybe making him suffer would ease some of the torment he felt.

Tears of frustration brimmed in his eyes when Lucifer only gave him a depraved smile. "Sam," he said in a low, gravelly voice, "you are giving me chills." That was when he dropped his hands to his lap, letting out an anguished scream. No matter what he did, Satan would win.

For a few seconds he was trapped in his thoughts, consumed by fear, the shame he felt for his body enjoying this, and the guilt that plagued him from accidently enticing Lucifer.

Quite a shocking thing brought him back to reality, and he jumped, gasping as Lucifer promptly straddled him. Sam was forced to look him in the eye as he held his face in his hands. Despite feeling the need to fight back, Sam just gave in, letting his hands rest beside his legs. There was no hope for victory over Lucifer.

Sam took deep breaths, doing his best to ignore the feeling of Lucifer's hardened length rubbing sickeningly against his own. His breath hitched when it hit him that that only made him crave more sensation.

What made the experience even more unusual was that Lucifer was still cold. As far as Sam could tell, all of him was cold. So being turned on did little to change that; just another thing that made all of this so very wrong.

"Sam," Lucifer began, doing his best to keep his tone soft despite the rough quality desire gave it, "I want you to take me. All that rage, all that heat you feel, I want to experience it."

Caught off guard by such odd, unexpected words, Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"What?"

"You heard me, bunk buddy. I want you to mount me and ravish me."

Sam swallowed roughly, a disturbing image coming unbidden to his mind.

All he was able to ask was, "Why?" After a pause he muttered, "I took you for more of the dominant type."

"Oh, I am," Lucifer responded. "But so are you." Sam frowned at the fact that Lucifer had acquired that personal information about him while scouring through his head, baring Sam to him in a way that had left him feeling worn out, dirty. "I want you to be happy," he went on. "Plus, you are just so… intense." He got in closer, and Sam frowned at his foul breath. "Even the way you breathe, like you're holding yourself back from reacting, is intense. I wasn't lying when I said you were giving me chills. But," he continued, running his hand tenderly under Sam's chin, "I know you're not ready for that."

Sam gave a laugh that was void of amusement before telling him, "If you think I'll ever consent to that then you're insane. No wonder God cast you out. I know I wouldn't want a basket case for a son."

It had felt good to say that, but it had made Lucifer grab his hair and tug painfully. Sam's breath came in heavy puffs, wondering what was going to be done to him now.

"You didn't let me finish," he growled out.

"I'm sorry, being polite to Satan wasn't really on my to-do list," Sam said sarcastically, surprised that he even had the courage to do so. Then again, it could have just as easily been stupidity. The words had rushed out of his mouth before he'd even had time to think about them.

"I ought to spank you into obedience," Lucifer snarled.

Sam's heart leaped up into his throat, but he managed to get out, "No, thank you."

Lucifer stared into his eyes, studying him for a few incredibly tense seconds, and then he brushed a hand through his hair. Oh, he hated the feeling of his fingers against his scalp. And it was unnerving that he could be so gentle when he wanted to be.

Sam was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the moment ended, but he couldn't because what Lucifer said was more frightening than the thought of banging him. Rather, Lucifer thought the other way around was a splendid idea since Sam wasn't ready to go all animalistic on him.

When Sam didn't respond to this, Lucifer told him, "It's okay, Sammy. You'll enjoy it. Not all men know this, but there's a little, special spot up inside of us." This wasn't news to Sam thanks to some of the weirder conversations he'd had with Dean. His silence must have conveyed that knowledge because Lucifer looked slightly taken aback. But then he smiled. "So you already knew that." After a pause, "Sammy, is this really your first time with a man?"

"What do you think, ass-hat?" Sam said in a quiet voice, just barely restraining his need to lash out.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Sorry I asked," he muttered. "But, since this is new to you, I'll go easy on you."

"Sounds good," Sam proclaimed, "so then I'll be expecting you to leave me alone the rest of the night, and tomorrow morning I'd better be served breakfast made by a five-star chef."

"Sam, there is a difference between pampering and worshipping. Tonight, I intend to worship."

His words made him swallow back any sharp responses that had been forming on his tongue.

"What, so now you're suddenly quiet? Sammy, I like hearing your voice."

And just because of that, Sam didn't grant him with an answer. Lucifer rolled his eyes, sliding off his lap as he did so.

"Whatever. It's not like you have to talk to me. I would like it though."

Sam only stared at him with defiance, which was hard to muster in his terrified state. When Lucifer suddenly began to run his pointer finger along his lips, Sam turned his head away sharply. He just had to avoid his touch. That only made Lucifer grab his chin and yank his head towards him rather painfully.

"Now, now, Sam, let's not be uncooperative."

With his heart beating fast, and his blood pumping furiously, Sam did something he knew was risky… he spit in Lucifer's face. The last time he'd done that had earned him a little time with death, but surely Lucifer wouldn't react in the same way again. After doing it, Sam's stomach turned. Maybe he'd made a serious mistake. Maybe this would make him really wish for death.

He found himself swallowing roughly from Lucifer's vile words, "I can see you want to get into it a little more."

"Leave me alone."

Lucifer tsked as he nonchalantly ran a hand down Sam's chest, over his muscled abdomen, and then stroked across his length. Sam tried kicking himself away from him, but he only succeeded in tumbling backwards, Lucifer going with him. The dark angel's weight on him made him close his eyes as his lungs fought for breath. Nearly his whole body was panicking, except for the one part that really mattered right now. The part of him that Lucifer was paying so much attention to.

"You say you want me to leave you alone," Lucifer began, "but this," he emphasized the word by giving Sam a tug that made him gasp, "this says otherwise."

Sam didn't know how to argue that. In a way, wasn't Lucifer right? Didn't that part of his body want this?

No. He couldn't believe that. But it was just so difficult when he felt the pressure and the heat. When Lucifer's touch made him tingle, and burn.

Without waiting for any kind of response, Lucifer began doing something that Sam really wished he didn't process. Afterwards, he wanted all of this wiped from his mind somehow. He didn't care that it was most likely impossible because how else could he continue existing? How could he go through each day knowing of the violation he'd experienced? The sheer degradation? The betrayal by his own body? It was beyond humiliating when Lucifer sat up, wrapped his hands around both their lengths so that they were pressed together, and began gyrating his hips. This wouldn't have even been possible, or as enjoyable for Lucifer, if Sam weren't erect. He was so pissed at his body. Why was he erect? Why?

More tears rolled down his cheeks when a moan left his mouth. He just couldn't help it. His body liked the stimulation it was receiving. Yet, at the same time, it made him want to vomit.

Still maintaining the rhythm he'd set up, Lucifer leaned down and kissed each of Sam's cheeks in turn, seeming to savor the saltiness of his tears. Such an action only made him cry more.

He wasn't sure how long this torment went on for, but eventually, he found himself fighting Lucifer as he struggled to roll him onto his stomach.

"No!" Sam cried out, feeling even more afraid than he even thought possible. Knowing what was going to happen next made him fight like a crazed animal; using his teeth, his nails. All of it was useless, and it seemed to make Lucifer more excited.

But he couldn't give in. He couldn't!

Amidst the struggles and pleas, Lucifer managed to get him on his stomach. Sam crawled out from beneath him before he could fully settle himself on the backs of his thighs, but Lucifer only grabbed his shoulders and dragged him down towards him again, Sam scraping wood off the headboard in his fight to stay away. Tears sprung to his eyes as a few of his nails ripped off, leaving stains of blood on the white sheets.

It was some time before he was able to admit defeat; his situation gave him no other choice. The chains were becoming too heavy around his wrists, and Lucifer had a strong grip on his arms to hold him down. Now, he was straddling Sam, and his hardened length was against him, making Sam sweat profusely. Oh god, this couldn't be happening to him.

"Don't do this!" he cried out as a final plea, knowing it was useless, but he still needed to try.

When Lucifer released his grip on one arm Sam tried to fight him again, but it was all in vain. He could barely shift beneath him, let alone stop this from happening. As if that thought was the final straw the energy seemed to leave Sam's body. He was completely helpless as Satan prepared to enter him.

A scream tore from Sam's throat with Lucifer's first thrust, and his body shuddered from the sudden invasion. It was agonizing. As Lucifer held him down and began to ride him, Sam realized that there was more than one way to be torn apart.

His body had seemed to have given up, so he couldn't move. Screaming and crying seemed like some of the only things his body was capable of. That, and being aroused by the dreadful mix of pain and pleasure. Lucifer was hitting a spot inside him that had never known stimulation before, and under better circumstances, never would have.

For some reason he cooperated when Lucifer changed their position a bit, having Sam crouch on the bed. It was like he was trapped within his mind, unable to fight back, or to show some form of resistance. Physically, he was completely compliant against his will.

His screams grew louder when Lucifer circled an arm around his hips. Now he gripped his dick, stroking feverishly in time with his thrusts. Sam's body shuddered, feeling completely overwhelmed from pain, pleasure, fear, and revulsion. Still, pleasure sought to override everything.

The inside of him throbbed, as well as his dick. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, and it was something he never wanted to experience again. He was vaguely aware of blood dripping down him to stain the sheets.

"I know… I know I said I'd go… easy on you, Sam… but I'm… Satan," Lucifer nearly shouted out amidst all the screaming sensation, "I lie." After a near-maniacal laugh he continued, "And you… you are just so… hot! Damn!"

Still trapped within his own mind, Sam wasn't able to say anything. He wanted to plead with him to stop. He wanted to yell that this was wrong. The urge to convince the Devil to stop raping him throbbed through him with each pump of his heart. His head pounded, and fear threatened to consume him. Yet, despite all that fear, there was still room for shame, and guilt. Shame because his body seemed to want this, and guilt because his actions only seemed to excite Lucifer.

There was no winning, only enduring.

Sam had thought he'd already experienced the worst things that were humanly possible, but nothing compared to the climax of this particular form of violation. Sam's nerves seared, sensation cascading through him, making him scream louder than ever before. And the pain, oh the pain! And worse than that, Lucifer yelling "Sammy" into his ear as he reached his own end. The stickiness of it inside of him sent a fresh wave of tears rolling down his face as his body shuddered in revulsion, and the aftermath of its abuse.

When Satan was done, Sam found that he could only lie there, completely stunned, unable to accept what had happened to him. That hadn't just happened to him. There was no way the Devil had just raped him. That was the stuff of nightmares, of horror movies, of Satanic ritual crap, not something that actually happened to him. No. It was impossible. He was Sam Winchester. A hunter. He wasn't a victim of such a thing. So when Lucifer began to run his hand over Sam's back he barely registered it.

Lucifer rambled on about the experience that couldn't have possibly happened while Sam drifted off to sleep, nightmares of blood, and a searing touch, haunting his dreams.