Chapter 5: Wrapped Around your Finger

Warnings: Sexuality, mild language

Pairings: Lucifer/Sam (finally!)

Spoilers: Season 7, episode 16

Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Sorry I've been away, but here's the quickest update I could manage.

Dean had been pissed. Really pissed. He still was. He refused to let Sam do anything by himself, or to leave him alone for a second. Cas kept his eye on Sam whenever Dean couldn't, but to his credit he never told Dean anything else. Of course, maybe he didn't know anything else.

Sam saw no more of Lucifer during that time. Seventeen days, four states, and two cases passed by.

The silence terrified Sam. Knowing what the devil was doing seemed like the smartest course of action, for one thing. After a while, though, he admitted to himself that he was curious about Lucifer. The devil had more or less done everything Sam had asked of him, and so far had done nothing to get the apocalypse back on track. There were even fewer demon omens than after Crowley had promised to avoid the brothers.

So Sam decided to call for the devil while he dreamt.

"Hello Sam," Lucifer said, stepping up from behind him. Sam turned and looked over his shoulder. In this dream, Lucifer wore a dark grey suit, black shirt, and red tie. He crossed his arms and watched Sam patiently. Sam was seated cross-legged on the grass in a field. It was a clear, early summer night, and the moon was brighter than was naturally possible.

Sam wasn't sure what to say. He admittedly hadn't thought it through. "Um. Hi," he replied stupidly.

"How are you doing?" The question sounded…sincere, rather than sarcastic or amused.

"I'm…I could be better. Dean doesn't believe that you're not manipulating me," he replied with a sigh.

Lucifer crouched in front of him, head tilted and eyes searching. "What do you believe?" He asked.

Sam blinked. "I'm not sure," he said, looking away.

"Sam, my current intentions are to learn more about you. So much of who you really are came out while I played with you in the cage, and it's worth watching. I already explained to you that this vessel needs you to stick around, and as lovely as it was to get into your skin, I'm content to watch from in here. Understand?"

He didn't. He really didn't. This was a very different Lucifer from the one from two years ago. He was acting too genuine. Too open. It was unsettling.

"What will that entail?" Sam asked after he sorted through what the devil had said.

Lucifer stood with a sigh, tilting his head to stare at the imaginary stars. "I don't know yet." After a long silence, his gaze dropped down to Sam again. "I want you to trust me," he said as he had a dozen times before. "I understand that harming your brother and his groupie would hinder that. If you don't believe anything else, you can understand that much."

Sam moved to stand up, and Lucifer held out his hand. Sam looked down at the devil, who in Nick's form was half a foot shorter than he. "What if I don't trust you?" He asked.

"Well, as much as I'd like you to, it isn't necessary. I'm not looking to be a part of the Scooby Gang. Just having a little fun."

"I've been messed with my whole life, and apparently it's all been your fault. So forgive me if your idea of fun doesn't reassure me. I don't want anything to do with you either way," Sam snapped, leaning in to loom over Lucifer.

"Then why am I here Sam?" He asked, cocking his head. "Because if I had to be honest, I'd say I see a trend." Lucifer smiled.

"What trend?" Sam demanded.

"Seems you don't care about doing what you shouldn't. Maybe you even like it?" He replied, stepping closer.

"Every choice I've made, I've tried to keep people safe. Every single one." Sam's voice was an angry hiss.

"Right. So isn't there a difference between what you should do and what you must do? Not according to your brother, but according to you."

Sam blinked. "Maybe."

"And what about when there's a difference between what you should do and what you want to do?" He stepped closer, smirking up at Sam. "If there's no one to get hurt, what's the harm in being naughty?"

Sam twitched, moving back several feet. "What the Hell are you doing?" The hunter demanded.

"Trying to gain an appreciation for this limiting flesh everyone seems to prize so highly." He followed Sam with another step, and ran a hand slowly down the inside of Sam's thigh. An impatient, tingling heat followed where the devil's hand was sliding, and Sam found himself paralyzed.

"Really Sam, I'm paying attention to only you for the time being. Aren't you obligated to distract the devil? That seems like morality 101." He had that subdued smirk on his face, as usual. But beyond that lazy expression, Sam could see a hint of the millennia that Lucifer had lived through. There was a keen intelligence that the man knew he should be wary of.

However, Sam's mind was beginning to wander as much as the hand now making its way back up his thigh. Lucifer pointedly ran a finger up the fly of Sam's jeans, his nail clicking along every tooth of the zipper.

The hunter felt his heart begin to hammer in his ears, and could feel his torso warming.

"What will it be, Sam?" Lucifer cooed, wrapping his other arm around the man's waist and pulling himself closer.

Sam frowned, trying to focus as cold hands somehow set his nerves on fire. There was just something about the feeling that seemed…right. Finding that the rational part of his brain didn't seem to be responding, Sam leaned forward to bite Lucifer at the delightful arch where his neck met his shoulder. The angel let out a groan that quickly became a laugh.

"That's what I thought."

Sam sucked and bit and licked at that neck, pulling himself closer and running his hands over the angel's body, one through his short hair and the other under his shirt. He impatiently yanked at the tie keeping Lucifer's shirt collar in place, slowly exploring the pale line of a collarbone.

After a while he managed to notice that the angel was doing little other than calmly exploring with his hands, and just watching. The contrast made Sam suddenly very uncomfortable. Specifically, it made him want to work for a reaction. He slid his hand from Lucifer's hair and placed it just behind one ear, pulling him forward into a violent, needy, hateful kiss.

And damn, did the devil reciprocate. The feeling was otherworldly. Of course there was that rush of human passion that came with that sort of kiss. But Sam had the vague memory of fire surrounding him, and of ice running through his veins, and of the power this son of a bitch had but was withholding.

Sam pulled back after a long while. He looked down, panting, at the smug angel before him. "Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Lucifer asked as he glanced down and laughed. "Except literally, of course."

The hunter stared back, head swimming. He had the rising feeling of regret and horror that was just a little too familiar to him lately, and it was turning the numb tingle in his mind to a panicked roar.

The devil gave him another lazy smile, though there was a touch of surprise and confusion in his tone that Sam thought he might be imagining. "Yes, we may need to have more quality time from now on."

Still on the right track? I hope so, because the Sammifer has begun …and I suspect the rating will go up in a chapter or two.

Also, out of curiosity, a poll: what is your favourite Supernatural pairing? (If Sammifer, please also state your second favourite?)

Thanks again for reading!