Title: Say Something (I'm giving up on you)
Summary: Mafia AU. God is the Mafia boss.
His blood will forever be on your hands, Michael.
Songs for this chapter are based from: "Almost lover" by a fine frenzy
"Ready or not (I'm coming!)" by Oomph!
Pairing(s): Michifer, slight Samifer
Warning(s): Incest, character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Sea: Okay, chapter two time.
This will be a three chapter fic, I've figured out.
I have a plan for all three chapters, too!
So you don't have to worry about me not knowing what the fuck I'm doing.
Anyways, I'm not gonna ramble as much as last chapter. Here's your damn story, you sadistic fucks.
Lucifer's vision was blurry as he ran away from the warehouse. He didn't stop. He refused to stop! What if Michael changed his mind? What if he started chasing Lucifer because he didn't want to go back and disappoint 'God'.
Lucifer felt bile rise in his throat as he ran. The thought of Michael disappointing 'God' made him sick to his stomach. How could his own brother choose that thing over him? 'God' didn't even deserve a gender. He was nothing but trash in Lucifer's eyes. With these thoughts in mind, the blond ran until his legs started to give way, and the man fell to his knees.
Pale hands moved to cover his face and the man let out a broken sob.
"Michael…. How could he make you do this to me..? To us… I thought you loved me more…" Lucifer whispered into his hands, and shook his head as another sob escaped. "You told me you loved me more! Michael, you LIAR!" His voice grew as he soon yelled out about his brother being the liar about loving him.
After all they had been through, how could Michael do this to him? How could his almost lover lie to him like that…?
It took almost a full five minutes for Lucifer to finally pull himself back together. When he was okay again, he looked down the high way he ended up on and frowned to himself. There were no road signs or anything to tell him what high way he was on right now, nor were there any signs in the area ahead of him to tell him how far the next town or city over was.
He refused to look back, though… He would not look back, he told himself. He told himself this a couple more times, before he finally believed himself and walked forwards.
He continued forwards along the high way and looked to the side every now and then when a car passed by. It was a full twenty minutes maybe before anyone even bothered to pull over to check on him. When someone did, though, Lucifer had to admit they were attractive… With those concerned green eyes and shortish brown hair, the man had leaned over to roll down the window and call out for him.
"Hey, Mister, you okay?" The man had called to him.
Lucifer offered a tight smile but nodded. "I'm okay, thanks." He told the kid.
The said kid still seemed concerned though as he drove slowly on the side next to him and even pulled over on the shoulder. "Are you sure? Maybe I can drive you some place? Where are you headed?"
Lucifer laughed to himself. Didn't this kid know to not pick up strangers? What a weird boy… He mused to himself. "Nowhere in particular, I guess. Anywhere that's away from Lawrence, Kansas." He motioned with his thumb behind him.
The kid seemed to debate on something, but he nodded and motioned for Lucifer to get in. The blond was a bit surprised by this, but opened the door and got in anyways. "I'm heading to Stanford in California. I just was…. Visiting my mom in Lawrence myself, so I can drive you there if you want? I have a pull out couch too if you want to stay the night or something…"
Lucifer eyed the boy… He looked no more than twenty two, a bit young for the blonds' taste, if you asked him. But he was a cute boy, all the same.
"Why's a cute young thing like you helping me?" Asked the blond, not caring if he called the boy cute or not.
The boy seemed to flush a little, but shrugged after a moment, and looked to the road once more. He shifted his car into drive again and pulled back out onto the high way after another car passed them. "I'm not completely sure. I guess I just felt compelled to."
"… Hasn't your mother ever taught you not to pick up strangers?" Lucifer asked, though when he caught the hurt look in the kids' eyes, he felt a bit bad.
"My mom died when I was six months old… A house fire; I was just bringing her flowers, because it was her birthday yesterday…" The kid mumbled and exhaled after a minute. "I'm Sam. What's your name?"
Lucifer was hesitant. Should he offer his real name…? After a minute, he decided not to. "Nick…" He replied. Well… It was not a lie. Nick was his middle name, so it was still a part of his name.
Sam smiled to him and gave a nod. "Nice to meet you, Nick." Sam told him lightly.
After their first meeting, and quite a few long hours in the blue Ford Escape, they made it to an apartment building not far from Stanford University.
"A really good friend of mine, Jess, lives with me. A lot of people think we're together, but I'm more like her gay best friend…" Sam explained when he cut the ignition. This was the first time he ever spoke about having a roommate.
Lucifer raised a brow but shrugged. "So, you're gay?"
"More like bi-sexual. Does that bother you?" Sam looked a bit concerned. He supposed he should have said all of this before…
"Nope. Not one bit, Sammy." Lucifer smirked as he had found out Sam hated being called Sammy. But for some reason, the kid would always just get upset for a minute or two, before he would huff and let it go. Just like now.
Sam exhaled after a moment and just shook his head. He reached in the back seat to grab a duffle bag before getting out and going to the building. Lucifer followed him and smirked at his back. Hey, the kid made it too easy to play with him, really.
When they entered the apartment, Sam called out for the Jess girl.
"Jess?" Sam called out for her. "I'm back! I brought home someone too! Come and meet him, okay?"
When no girl came out of any corners, Sam started to grow concerned. He started to look around for her. While Sam looked around for the girl, Lucifer took a look around the apartment. The blond frowned to himself. Something felt off here. Something felt weird in the air…
It took him a few moments, before he realized what it was. Blue eyes went wide at the same time smoke filled his nose and Sam screamed. The blond rushed towards the noise and smell. He grabbed the brunette's arm and yanked him away from the bedroom. He pulled his phone out at the same time as he pulled a struggling Sam from the building. Years of being in the Mafia made him stronger than the brunette. He pulled the kid out and called for an emergency vehicle. Ten minutes later, all the occupants of the apartment were outside and a few fire trucks were putting out a fire.
Sam ended up with a few months – two and a half, if we're being accurate – off of school and work. Lucifer ended up staying with Sam to take care of him. The man felt bad for the kid, so he didn't see a reason to not take care of him. Well, that and he felt himself feeling attracted to the cute brunette.
When Sam finally went back to school and work, he would always come home acting weird… It concerned Lucifer because he thought the kid was getting bullied or something.
He had asked a couple times before, but he never got an answer. This time, though, the blond was determined to get an answer out of him.
"Sam…" Lucifer called when he came to Sam's room with a plate in both hands. He was nice every now and then and would bring the kid food in bed.
Sam sat up and placed the book he had in his lap on the side. "Hey, Nick… Thanks." Lucifer still never offered his birth given name to Sam. Well, not his first birth given name, anyways. Nick really was his middle name, so it's not like he lied about whom he was technically, right?
Lucifer nodded and placed the plate for Sam in his hands. "Yeah, well… You can't go for too long without eating. I don't need to call nine-one-one twice in one year, sorry." Lucifer frowned when Sam winced but shrugged it off and sat on the side of the bed. He watched as the boy started to eat his food and eyed the brunette for a few minutes. "… You've seemed more jumpy the past couple weeks. Everything okay in classes and at the store?"
It was his usual question about Sam's school and work. Sam frowned as he started to push the food around with his fork. Lucifer could tell he didn't want to talk about it.
"Sam… if you don't get this off your chest soon, I just might have to call the ambulance. You can't keep stuff like this bottled in. It'll eventually come back to haunt you. Trust me, kid..."
"… It's already been haunting me." Sam finally spoke. He didn't look up as he continued, though. He continued to play with his food. "… It's about Jess. Everyone's been pointing and whispering how I'm the one who let her die in that fire. There have even been rumors that I was the one to start it. A couple has even said I took those two and a half months off because I wanted someone to pity me…"
Lucifer listened and his lips pursed at the end of Sam's explaining. He moved a hand to squeeze the boys' shoulder. "Sam… Look at me." When Sam finally looked up, Lucifer spoke again. "Jess dying in that fire? That wasn't you're fault. To be honest, she was already gone. She was stabbed in the heart before the fire started." He knew how these things usually went. If there was no screaming from the burning body, the person was killed before the fire started. Usually they were stabbed in the chest area, too. That was how he knew what likely happened to Jess.
"How do you know…? Her body was too charred to find a real reason of death!"
Lucifer sighed and shook his head. "Sam… I looked at the body myself. I snuck into the coroner's office a few days after the coroner finished. The heart had scratch marks on it." He explained with a frown.
Sam's eyes were wide but after a moment, his head bobbed up and down a little. "I see… But… How do you…. How did you know there was going to be a fire? How did you know to come and grab me out?"
Lucifer was hesitant to answer. He eyed the brunette but sighed. "I'm used to the smell of gasoline enough to smell it when I enter a house. It can be as far as the opposite half of the house and I can usually smell it. Same for a couple other things, but I won't go there for now." Explained the blond with an unsure expression.
Sam watched him, but nodded after a moment. He could tell he didn't want to talk about it, so Sam decided it was best not to ask much of anything more. Not for now, anyways.
"Anyways, your cohorts are just being dicks, kid." Lucifer began to get back on their earlier topic. "Don't give them the attention their trying to gain from you, and they'll stop. Just like any other bully in this world. If they're still doing it in a few weeks, you tell me, and I'll take care of it."
After that, Sam seemed to be getting better about the whole Jess thing. It was another couple of months later before things went back to normal, but that seemed fair enough in Lucifer's eyes. The kid needed time to get over his friend being in a fire and dying. It was just human like in Lucifer's eyes… Right?
Besides, Lucifer had other things to worry about; For example, these odd feelings towards the brunette. The feelings were that of attraction, and endearment, and Lucifer didn't know what to think of these feelings. It had taken him some time, but after a week or two more of thinking, he had figured out... And he was worried about these feelings, all at the same time.
He had fallen for Sam.
But… He was worried. He didn't want this to end similarly to how it did with Michael…
But Sam wasn't in any troubles with any local Mafias… So, it shouldn't end with either of them hurt if he told him, right?
Lucifer had taken a full month before he approached Sam about his thoughts of attraction. He had made a pretty good breakfast for them – heart shaped pancakes using soy milk and vegetarians' eggs. Sam was picky about what he ate, apparently. You would never guess that with just meeting him.
Lucifer piled the things with two plates, two bowls of cut fruit and some orange juice for them both on a big tray. He carried it all to Sam's room and nudged the door open with his shoulder. It was a Saturday, so Sam didn't have school that day, and Sam wasn't scheduled for work that day, either.
"Sammy~." The name came out in a sing song tone. "Time to wake up, kiddo~."
Sam groaned a little, but after a few moments, his eyes opened and he looked towards him. "Mm.. Nick?" He asked in confusion. "What is it…?"
"I made breakfast. Wake up and eat."
Sam grumbled a little, but sat up and Lucifer placed the tray in front of him and on his lap. Sam looked over the foods when he was awake enough and gave the heart shaped pancakes a confused look. "What's this…?"
"Breakfast. Duh." Lucifer rolled his eyes and picked up one of the plates and a fork. He started to eat in contentment.
Sam shrugged but started to eat as well. "I mean why are the pancakes shaped like hearts…?" He asked and Lucifer chuckled.
"Because I made them that way…? And I thought it would be a nice way to tell you how I felt towards you…" Okay, so maybe he wasn't really the subtle type…
Sam blinked in confusion before realization dawned. His cheeks flushed a bit and he looked at the other. "So, you….?" He asked slowly.
Lucifer nodded to his unfinished question. "I care for you, kid."
Sam nodded and they ate the rest of their food in silence. Sam because he had to think, and Lucifer because he was giving Sam his space for the time being.
When they were done eating, Sam decided to give his decision. After a few minutes of playing with his fork, he decided how to give his decision. He shifted out from under the tray and placed a hand on Lucifer's leg. "Nick?" When Lucifer looked to him, Sam leaned close to press his lips to Lucifer's.
At first, Lucifer was a bit surprised, but then the blond hummed and kissed back pretty easily.
The tray was moved away and Lucifer shifted closer to offer a deeper kiss.
It's now been three years. Sam was resting with his head against Lucifer's lap. Pale fingers were playing with the longer tresses of brown and the blond was humming a gentle tune. Well... maybe not so gentle in most ears, he supposed.
Ready or not I'm coming by Oomph didn't always sound gentle in a lot of people's ears. It did have a nice upbeat beat to it, though… And Sam never complained about it… Sam has told him he has a nice voice, though, so that was probably why.
After a while, Lucifer stopped humming, though. He had been thinking… Maybe he should tell Sam his name, finally… His real name.
"Hey, Sam?" Sam looked up with a small hum. "What would you think if I told you Nick was just my middle name?"
Sam frowned a little. "Well… I guess I'd be a bit upset I never get to call you by your real name, maybe…"
"…." Lucifer sighed but nodded. "If I tell you my real name, will you be upset I kept it from you for so long?"
"A bit, yes, but I guess since your being honest about it, I can't be too mad."
"… My real name is Lucifer. But I really like being called Nick better…"
Sam nodded and leaned up to kiss him on the lips. "Thank you, Lucifer…" He whispered against Lucifer's lips.
Okay, so maybe his name sounded nice from Sam's lips. He could allow it… But only from Sam. "Only you can call me it from now on, okay?"
Sam smiled ad hummed. "Okay."
It was another year before they both decided to make a big decision.
"Lucifer…? I want a dog."
By this point, Sam was done with his schooling in Stanford and was an intern at a local law firm. He'd also passed his BAR exam with flying colors six months ago.
Lucifer by now was a bar tender at the bar they lived just up the road from. He made a pretty good martini and that was what really sold his boss.
Lucifer raised a brow at the request and gave a chuckle. "Well, I don't see why we can't have one. We own our house." He said with a shrug. Yeah, Lucifer helped them buy a house. They didn't pay mortgage because Lucifer actually bought the house with his remaining money he had from his time in the Mafia. He made it look like it was Michael who withdrew the money when he did it too, so he hoped it didn't look too suspicious.
"So… we can get a dog?"
"Of course we can, Sammy."
Sam grinned and a few days later, they made their way to the pet store. They both liked a dog each, so they ended up getting two dogs.
Sam's dog was a golden retriever to which he named Max. Max was a good dog so far and loved to play when Sam was home.
The dog Lucifer chose was a Doberman to which he named Dante. Dante was pretty protective, so Lucifer ended up training him to be a good guard dog.
After their fifth year of being together, that was when things began to go downhill…
Sam had left about an hour and a half ago when a knock came from the door way. Max was with Sam, so only Dante was home with Lucifer. When the Doberman started to growl and bark at the door, Lucifer shot him a look and the dog began to quiet down a little.
Another knock and Lucifer sighed. "I'm coming, hold on!"
The blond approached the door and made sure the gate was up in the door way between the living room and the door to outside. Sam and Lucifer usually did this when they had company because Max loved to jump on people, but if Dante was growling at the door, they did it then too. They didn't want the Doberman to attack someone innocent on accident.
After making sure the gate was secure, Lucifer opened the front door. He didn't get the chance to open the outer screen door before his eyes went wide when he saw who was outside the door.
"…. Micha…"
Sea: And there you go. That's all you get.
Chapter three will be up soon.
I'll be typing it almost right after I do the editing in facebook notes.
Hope you enjoyed!
Love you all, my sadistic lovelies!