The Devil Wears A Leather Jacket

Sam was getting ready for his, oh God, 'date' with the Devil. He hadn't had the slightest idea of where they were going, or what they were doing there.

'So, uh, where are you, where are we gonna go?"

"Someplace nice."

"Ahem, so, what should I wear?"

"You always look good."

"But, what if I'm not dressed properly?"

"You will be."

So right now he only knew that he would be in front of his apartment at 8 o'clock, sharp, as he'd said.

Sam was buttoning up his old, plaid shirt as he looked himself over in the mirror. Since Lucifer was going to be acting like 'Zoro' then he would wear what he always wore. Some comfortable, worn out shirt and a pair of dark jeans.

He heard the bell ring with a startle. He thought it was early, he still probably had time...

As he opened the door he saw Lucifer standing there, and oh my goodness, talk about handsome!

He looked over the black, tight fitting shirt he wore and same, dark jeans, with shiny polished boots, and of course, the worn leather jacket.

And like a bullet to the head, it hit him that a new light shone over Lucifer. He was no longer 'stalker extraordinaire', but 'tall, dark and handsome'. He gulped down that lump in his throat and felt heat pool on his cheeks.

He looked back to Lucifer's face and saw him in a similar state as him; lips parted in awe, face flushed red, and eyes raking over him.

Boy were they in trouble.

"Y-You're early..." –Was the most coherent words Sam could have mustered at this precise moment, without adding a moan or sigh or two.

"No, I arrived exactly on time. See?"- Lucifer twisted his arm were a silver watch showed 08:00. And even though Sam was gay, he wasn't really into the gay scene, but dammit, he had some vague memory of a watch being the perfect accessory for a gentleman.

"Oh,uh, yeah, exactly on time." –Sam murmured a little embarrassed, hence he lost track of time not really getting though his full routine of getting ready.

"I have good sense of time." –Lucifer deadpanned, in that voice of his.

"Yeah, sure, but um, mind waiting a bit? I mean I still have, some, other, stuff, so... Yeah..."- Even though Sam considered Lucifer to be the awkward one, he couldn't even form a full sentence.

"Anything." –Lucifer affirmed with a nod. The way he spoke always seemed to take him aback.

"Just, come, have a seat, I'll be over soon." –Sam quickly remembered his manners as he held the door open. Lucifer brushed past him and into his apartment. He eyed everything with a sort of curiosity that Sam thought he looked at him with. He still found it creepy.

Sam went back to his bedroom, quickly put some deodorant on, that nice perfume Jessica bought for him, cleaned his boots, and yeah, he was ready.

Walking back to Lucifer, he was startled to see him with a picture frame in his hand. The picture of his mother and father. He quickly walked to him and snatched the picture away from his hands.

"I told you to sit still." –Sam bit at Lucifer who looked as unfazed as ever just, curious.

"My father beat me. Used to say I'm a freak, evil. That, I was the reason mother left. "- Lucifer said quietly, almost whispering, but his blue eyes never strayed from Sam's own.

"W-What happened?" –Sam whispered his question in kind, unconsciously resting a hand over Lucifer's arm.

"I ran away. I was, very young, and in time I met Castiel, also a runaway. He was younger, but, I found a brother in him. Haven't looked back since then."

Sam could only search Lucifer's eyes for a quiet few moments. He hadn't found the strength in him to let himself speak. His thoughts were a mess. But mostly he felt guilt. Guilt that he'd never gave Lucifer a chance, always dismissed him as a creep, never accepting him as a person, with emotions and thoughts.

"My parents died. I don't remember mom, but dad, he, he passed away two years ago. I, I used, still, blame myself for their death..."- Sam swallowed a sob as he spoke, his voice quivering.

And in an instant he felt a set of strong arms circle curl around his waist. He clenched his hands in Lucifer's shirt, letting his head rest in the crook of Lucifer's neck, sighing with relief he didn't knew he needed.

"It's not. It really isn't. You're a wonderful person. A good person. Which is rare in today's world." –Lucifer chuckled his last words of comfort and Sam chuckled with him, inhaling the sent of Lucifer.

Deciding to be bold he raised his nestled head and turned it towards Lucifer, who looked searchingly back at him, but never losing their proximity.

With a hitch of breath Sam dove in, taking Lucifer's lower lip between his own, feeling the blond stubble scratch at his cheeks. He felt Lucifer sigh, his chest pressed intently at him, as he eagerly returned the kiss. He felt the heat in the push and pull of their lips leaving him breathless, as he felt Lucifer's hands tug at his hair, and his own hands rake over the other man's chest and shoulders.

And finally, he felt the tightening in his pants, as he thought of all the possibilities that awaited beneath Lucifer's clothing. This is where it needed to stop.

"Lucifer, I-I'm... Thank you."- Sam pushed back Lucifer by his chest, finally breathing, and lacking the heat of the other's mouth.

Lucifer seemed too dazed to form words, which was rare and surprisingly funny to see in the usually stoic man. He only seemed to be able to breathe and gave his wet lips a lick.

"Let's... Let's go."- Sam really had to be out that apartment, for things would get hot and messy in a matter of seconds if they stayed there.

Sooo, this is me being lazy and promising to update the rest tomorrow. x) It will be Sam and Lucifers date and then finally Dean and Castiel's. And after that the smut with Luci and Sam and the smut with Dean and Cas. :) So, this chapter was less humorus than my others but the dates will make up for it I promise. :)

So, please, review if you'd care to, it means a lot. :)

Also, if you have any Samifer requests send them NOW. :D