This body isn't supposed to belong to him, but Nick is the only one here to take care of it. He tosses and turns on a too small cot that creaks under his weight and leaves him wondering if he'll end the night lying curled up on the floor instead, rolling out on accident or breaking the thing entirely. Sleep comes in snatches, but his body doesn't like needing it and won't let him stay under. Like everything else, it's a reminder that She is missing. He turns again, pulls thin blankets up to his chin, and desperately wishes he was in their bed instead, sleeping among the memories they made there.
He can dream in even smaller slivers. Not all of them are his, and not all of them are pleasant. That's why he falls under the sway of this one so quickly. He's lying back on a familiar mattress, propped back against his pillows. The details he can see fuzz around the edges, but his tactile senses provide perfect clarity. He can feel the hands braced against his chest, the thighs tensed around his hips, and the head of his cock teased against soft folds. He does nothing to move it along. He lets his head fall back as She rubs back and forth, from Her wet hole to Her swollen clit. This dream belongs to Her, too.
"Do you want to come, Nick?" It's Her voice and her voice, but there's not a difference anymore to him. She rolls Her hips up again, sliding him down until his dick sits at Her entrance, and She bears down until She stretches to take him. Just the tip, squeezed inside until She rises again and it pops back out. Nick sucks in a breath as She goes back to grinding along it.
"No," he manages. He knows it's what She wants to hear. Everything is Hers, especially his pleasure. He feels wound so tight he might snap, but he won't allow himself release.
"Are you sure?" She asks. She scratches his chest, making him groan. She pins his cock against his body and smothers it in Her folds. She's dripping arousal all over him.
"I'm-" His will wavers. She feels so good, and She doesn't stop. She shifts back and forth incrementally. He can feel Her clit drag over the head of his cock and down the shaft. "Lucifer, please," he begs, and She digs her nails into his chest again, one hand right over his heart. He groans at the thought of Her tearing right through to the most precious part of him. "Don't let me come." He's trembling. He's so closed, and She won't stop moving.
Nick eyes snap open in darkness again. He lies curled up on his side on the cot, breathing heavily. His hips are rolling, pressing his cock into the mattress. He stops himself. The rush of denial flows through him like a drug, leaving him strung out and murmuring Her name. His cock doesn't soften like She used to make it when She was finished playing with him, cleaning Her favorite toy up and putting him away. He squeezes his eyes shut, but there's nothing he can think of to distract himself.
Inevitably, need drives his hand down. He pulls the waistband of his boxers away. Even the slide of fabric against his skin makes him twitch. He sits up, barely able to catch his breath, and stares down at the drooling head of his cock.
He can't do this. It doesn't belong to him. He whines in the back of his throat as the demand only grows the longer he tries to ignore it. He can't remember the last time he was allowed to come.
He forces breaths in and out. They do very little to calm him down. He wants to touch. He needs to- He shuts his eyes again, but all that does is make him feel more of it, the cool air against his shaft and the waistband of his boxers only pulled down far enough to nudge at his balls with ever movement. It's blissful agony.
"You're trying so hard to be good for me," whispers a voice in his ear. He gasps out what air is in his lungs. His cock throbs. "Why don't you let yourself touch? It'll only make you more needy, but think of how good you'll feel for a moment."
"I can't," he whispers back. He doesn't want to disappoint Her. He thinks he can feel a sigh against his ear.
"One finger, Nick." It can't be mistaken for anything but an order now. "Just like I would do it." He shudders and extends his index finger. He lays it against his glans, feels it twitch beneath his touch. "Slow circles," She says, and he obeys, dragging out pleasure. He feels precome wet his finger. "Exactly like that. Is that helping?"
"No." Lucifer laughs. It spreads over his skin like ripples, making him shiver.
"Then torture yourself for me," She murmurs. There's a presence behind him, a mouth at his neck, hands pressed to his sides, a chest against his back. She can't be there. She was taken away from him, and he hasn't figured out where to yet or how to get Her back. Maybe this is where they can meet, in the darkness of a cell. He doesn't stop touching himself, though it gets harder every second to hold back. "Sh, don't think about anything else. You'll find me, Nick. I have so much faith in you." He swallows.
"Please, how do I-"
She shushes him again. "Not right now. You have to focus. Make sure you don't come." Nick is barely able to. The swirl of his fingertip around the head of his dick is too much for him to stand. "A little more. A little more…" His whole body is tensed, but it's not going to work, he's going to come. And then Lucifer's voice comes again, sharp as the snap of a whip, "Stop." Nick obeys, yanking his hand away. Again, his denial floods his body, all the relief prepared to escape shoved back through his nerves.
"Lucifer," he prays, Her name and nothing else, "Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer…"
"I'm with you. I'm always with you." For his obedience, he feels Her lips against his throat where scars once marked Her presence. She moves in the dark. He wants to reach out and hold Her, but he grasps at empty air. "Lay down," She says, Her fingers lightly touching his sternum. He doesn't even need a push to obey, but when he's flat on his back, She pins him. "What are you scared of, Nick? Open your eyes."
"Will I see you?" He doesn't think he could stand to open them again and find out this is another dream.
"Doubt isn't a handsome look on you," She answers, caressing his cheek.
Hesitantly, Nick opens his eyes. He sees the darkness around him again. His heart beats loud, terrified She's gone, but then the hand on his cheek prods him and he looks down his body to find Her. His dreams have come to reality rather than the other way around. She smiles.
Of course I can see Her, he thinks. She is light Herself.
"Good boy. You always know how to please me." He lifts a hand to touch, and he'd give the world away to lay it on any part of Her, to hold Her thigh or Her hip, to cup Her breast and roll the sensitive nipple under his thumb, or even to stroke Her arm. Lucifer leans back before he can make contact, voice firm. "Did I say you could have that, Nick?" He licks his lips, begging with his eyes to be allowed. She shows him no mercy. "We have to save some rewards for when you find me."
"I will," he promises. She holds his cheek again, and he turns into it. "I'll set you free. I'll be better than he was. I'll want you. I'll say yes." The passion of his jealousy makes Her smile. She presses Her thumb to his lips like a kiss before dragging it down his chin and letting it fall from his face.
"I know you will. Why would I need my true vessel when I have you? Loyal, obedient… You know your place." She taps Her fingers down his chest to where his shirt has been pushed up by his movements. "Right here. Beneath me."
"Yes," he agrees.
"Eager for me to take control, aren't you?" She sounds pleased, and he whispers the word again. "You have no idea how to exist on your own. Poor thing. Survive a little longer for me, my chosen vessel. I'll make it worth the pain." Her touch trails further down, over his exposed belly towards his straining cock. He thinks She'll touch it, but She skirts around his spread thighs, tickling his skin. "Touch yourself again, Nick. I want to watch."
"I'm not sure I can take it," he says, though his hand is already drifting down.
"I know," She responds, "but think of this as encouragement. We need you able to focus on me and only me." Nick's eyes widen, and he's not sure if he's excited or scared. "It's alright. I'm giving you permission. Make yourself come until you can't think anymore." Lucifer's hand ghosts his as he wraps it around his shaft. Even that touch nearly pulls him right over the edge. The calluses on his palm rub his cock just right. "Good boy. Stroke." Slowly, he pulls his hand up to the head, rubbing over it before sliding down again. His hand feels cool against his overheated skin.
"Lucifer," he groans. Her gaze is heavy on him, following the slow movement of his hand, watching the head of his cock pop in and out of his fist.
"Are you fantasizing about me?" She teases, as if he could think of anyone else. "About how it'll feel when you say yes? I'm going to fill you up, Nick." He whimpers, squeezing the base of his dick like it will do anything to hold his orgasm back for long. Lucifer strokes his face. "You remember the first time? You strained so much to contain me. You burned." She says it so affectionately.
Nick's devotion feels like it's still burning him alive.
"I hope you haven't let any other angels inside you while I'm gone. I'll know when I'm inside you again."
"No, never," he says, "I wouldn't let them touch what belongs to you." She bows to kiss him. He couldn't stop now if he wanted to. His hand moves faster. Denied pleasure that's built for years threatens to overcome him. Lucifer wants to see it happen, and that's more important than anything else.
"I'll come home to find that you're just as tight as I remember." Nick nods. It's hard to keep his eyes open, but he can't look away from Her. His heart is thundering in his chest. "My perfect vessel. I'll make sure I fit, no matter how much it aches. I'll bury myself deep inside you." Nick's other hand is clenched in the sheets. His thighs shake. He's so empty, but he can't find the words to beg Her for more. He can't think at all. All that's left inside him is pleasure.
"Come to me," Lucifer orders, and there's no part of him that could resist. It spills out. He strokes his cock, pulling out spurt after spurt that dirties his fingers and splatters over his belly. He can't contain his moans. Lucifer is praising him, "so pretty, so powerless like this, keep touching yourself until you can't stand it anymore," and Nick does. He whimpers as his own touch tips from ecstasy to pain, and he carries on until he sobs from a single stroke. He's hollowed out, prepared for Her.
"Don't leave," is all he asks of Her. Lucifer takes his hand and sweeps his fingers through the come on his belly. She brings them to his mouth and lets him suck off the taste of himself.
"Bring me home, Nick." He licks his fingers clean. Between one blink and the next, She's gone, and he's alone in the dark again.