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Sam has never been the kind to believe rumors and certainly not silly warnings about a ghost or whatever. He needs a place to stay and he needs something more than a tiny flat for when Dean will be back. If he comes back. He will, because he would never leave his little brother alone. Right? He hopes he’s not in trouble.

The village is quite nice, even if a bit isolated and full of old people repeating the same old tales. Sam used to believe in God and all, but he grew up. No angel ever came to save his mother when the fire occurred and no divine creature came to help them when their father became too drunk to take care of them. No demons or monsters either. Just plain, cold reality.

Their father died and the debts accumulated, forcing them to leave the house with only their clothes on their backs. They stayed with their uncle Bobby for a while and they managed to save some money. Now Dean found a job – he was very vague, only telling him it was far and that Sam shouldn’t worry about him. Sam did his best too and landed a small job as an assistant for a librarian. He had to move but it was good too. They needed their own place after all.

He had taken a carriage to the town he would be working in and had stayed at the inn for a few nights. The librarian was nice enough, even if terribly distracted and clumsy. He understood why he needed an assistant. There was no free house though. That’s what he had been told. Then he had taken a walk and he saw the house.

A small house, looking a bit dusty, apart from town. There was no one and it looked abandoned.

“Oh, that was the Miltons there.” The alderman’s wife told him, shaking her head. “Gruesome. Absolutely dreadful.”

“What happened to them?” He had asked, frowning. She had looked around and whispered.

“The devil possessed the husband. He murdered his wife and baby and then he disappeared.” She saw the disbelief on Sam’s face. “Old Bert saw him, covered in blood, an axe in hand, walking away in the forest. Kelly was such a charming young woman. And little Jack was barely six months old.”

“So, no one is using the house?”

She blinked and he felt like an asshole. But they were dead and he needed a place to stay.

“Don’t. It’s still haunted.”

Then he had tried to ask about it in the tavern.

“Nick was always a bit…ahem … weird. I mean…” A bearded man nursing his drink told him. He came closer to Sam. “He was one of those atheists you know. Pretend they’re above God. Well, that turned out very well for him, right ? Demons got him.”

Sam kept his mouth firmly shut. He didn’t want to get thrown out of town.

“You don’t want to go there, son.” Another man said to him. “There’s a demonic presence. Weird sounds and all.”

Sam didn’t listen.

The house was full of dust of course. He spent the first week cleaning everything. A lot of things were broken too. When he went back to town, the townsfolks were looking at him with fear, crossing themselves and asking him if everything was alright.

“Only noises I heard were mouses.” He assures them.

He managed to make it agreeable. Dean will be happy to have their own place. He’ll have to buy another bed, but he has no idea when Dean will come so he has time. His own bed is better than all the beds he ever had.

He can’t sleep tonight. He doesn’t work tomorrow and the moon is bright in the sky, filling the room with a dim light. He didn’t close the blinds. There’s a rattle in the kitchen and he jumps at the sound. He must have forgotten something that fell. He hopes nothing is broken. 

“Sam…”

He freezes. He could have sworn he heard his name but there’s no one. Unless Dean is there and decided to make a prank but it’s not likely. Feeling restless, he gets out of bed and goes to the kitchen. There’s a fork on the floor. Maybe a mouse knocked it over. He puts it back on the table and pours himself a glass of water. The taste of iron fills his mouth and he spits, sending a red liquid splashing on the floor.

“What…”

He drops the glass, who shatters in a puddle of red and broken glass. It smells of blood and the taste in his mouth is horrible. He blinks a few times. There’s only water on the ground and his mouth tastes of it. Well, fuck. He cleans and goes back to bed. The villages tales are getting in his head it seems.

He falls asleep without noticing. He’s woken up by someone knocking at the door. He gets up quickly, covering himself and opens the door.

Only, there’s no one. Maybe a child pranked him? But no one comes to the Milton house because they’re too scared of it.

“Oh, get a grip, Samuel.” He mutters to himself, annoyed. “Dean would laugh at you.”

He doesn’t tell anything to anyone. No reason to alarm them. The butcher is grumbling about his chickens getting eaten by foxes. He comes by the priest, who’s chanting in a low voice and clutching his rosary.

“It was a bad moon. Something dark is in the air.” The alderman’s wife – Bertha- tells him. “Are you eating enough ? A young man like you living alone…”

“I can take care of myself, don’t worry.” He answers gently. “And my brother will come soon. I think.”

“Have you talked to the fisherman’s daughter ?”

To his relief, the priest has something to tell her and interrupts them. He’s tired of lying when he says he’ll take a wife some day, later, maybe. He doesn’t want to. Not that he doesn’t like women at all, there was Jess. But he likes men better. He can’t say that. He didn’t even tell Dean. Maybe his brother suspects it, but he never said anything.

He takes a walk in the forest near his house. The trees are beautiful and it’s becoming chilly, the leaves golden and red, crunching under his feet.

He sees someone between the trees and he politely waves. The figure doesn’t answer. He goes closer, trying to recognize the face. It’s a blond man, with pale skin, who seems tall. He’s facing him, still, looking in front of him. Or behind Sam. He checks behind him, just in case. Nothing.

When he turns his head back, the man disappeared.

It’s getting ridiculous.

He’s angry when he gets home. He’s getting tired of this town and he’s been there for not even a month. He’s cramming bread into his mouth with way more force than necessary, until he sees maggots in it. He throws it on the table.

Of course, when he looks closer, there’s nothing.

It gets worse from there.

He hears voices at night, objects are falling all the time and he has more and more hallucinations. When he goes in the forest, there’s someone following him. Every morning, someone knocks on his door. And every time he checks, there’s no one besides himself.

He can’t sleep anymore. Bertha is worried about him, telling him to leave the house. But Sam is stubborn. Wrongfully so.

He’s tired. He needs to sleep. He can’t sleep.

And then he’s here.

The blond man. Sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Are you Nick Milton?”

“No.”

The man looks at him, scanning his face with curiosity. Sam fidgets with his blanket, nervous, wondering what he’s supposed to do. Probably ask the man to get the hell out of his house.

“Who are you ?”

The man doesn’t answer. He removes the blanket from Sam, pulling it down slowly. He’s in his smallclothes and it’s embarrassing but he’s frozen. Everything about the man screams danger.

“Sam.”

“That’s my name. What yours ? “

The man seems to think.

“Hmm. I have a lot of names.”

“What’s your favourite ?”

A tilt of the head. Surprise. A tap of a finger on the lips.

“I don’t think anyone ever asked me that. I like you. I knew you would be interesting. My favorite name is Lucifer.”

His face is open, his expression honest and curious. Sam swallows his saliva and thinks of his next actions very carefully.

“You can’t be real.”

Of course, he runs his mouth before thinking. Really, he spends too much time with Dean.

“Oh I am real Sam. Very real. “

He reaches for Sam’s face, cold fingers tracing his cheek, his neck, then his chest.

“There’s something about you. Not your everyday human, are you ?”

“Was Nick ?”

Lucifer narrows his eye when he smiles.

“Common and boring, yes.”

“What did you do to him?”

“I played with him. He lost. I won a new body. He’s ordinary, but I like it well enough. It suits me, what do you think ?”

“You do look ordinary for the Devil.” Sam snorts.

He should be scared, right ? But there’s something else creeping up in his chest. Is it because of Nick’s face ?

“Are we gonna play together ? ” Lucifer asks, purring, his hand spread on his belly.

“What’s the game ?”

“Very simple. You have to entertain me until dawn. Be boring, I kill you. Keep me interested and I’ll let you live.”

“Has anyone ever won ? “

“Clever. You ask the right questions. You have a chance. Well, I’m sure you heard of an infamous fiddle of gold. The story got largely altered, but I did lose at least once.”

 Sam takes a big breath. He doesn’t have choice. He can’t escape. The Devil has been playing him for days. What can he do?

It’s creepy to think that it’s Nick’s face he’s looking at. Unless Nick is a murderer and is only pretending to be more ? He’d like to believe it.

Lucifer waves his hand. The sheets fly on the ground. There goes his theory. His eyes are red, glowing faintly in the dark. He straddles Sam’s legs, splaying his hands on his him, a smirk on his face.

“Human bodies have always fascinated me.”

His hands slide on his sides, his hips, his belly, catch his nipples and come up to his neck. He squirms, heat rising in him.

“Hmm, is it Nick or do you like danger ?”

“Is it real then ? God ? Sins ? ”

He can’t bring himself to ask what he’s thinking of.

“Not the ones you think. No, Sam, laying with a man is not gonna damn you to hell.”

“What about laying with you?”

“I don’t know, it never happened before.”

“You’re lying.”

“I don’t lie.” His voice is gentle, his hands cupping Sam’s face.

He didn’t believe in God. He didn’t worry for his soul. Now he’s wondering. Heaven, Hell, it’s a real. Eternal damnation doesn’t seem like a good time. Is he supposed to fight the Devil ? Not play the game and die with honor ?

What he’s sure of is that he’s not supposed to get a hard-on because Satan is in his bed. But he can’t make it go away. Nick has a nice body. There’s something that makes Sam want to look at his face and run his hands all over him. Or is it the demon’s powers ?

“Ah!”

Lucifer rubs his erection and he moans. Has the game begun ? Is he really going to have sex with the Devil ? His mind is all over the place. Then it gets blank because Lucifer kisses him square on the mouth.

He’s soft and warm against him, the faintest hint of stubble on his cheeks. Sam runs his hands through his hair, adding to the mess it is. He opens his mouth and Lucifer’s tongue sneaks in. They kiss with passion, their bodies pressing together.

Lucifer bites him. His lip bursts in a sharp pain and he yelps, but can’t move away because he’s still trapped between the Devil’s teeth. Then Nick’s face is smiling at him. Blood drips from his lip, running of his chin. It should scare him but it only lots a fire in his belly and he grabs the man’s neck to pull him back into a kiss. Lucifer laughs in his mouth, visibly satisfied by his reaction.

“It’s only the beginning. We have until dawn.”

He pushes Sam on his back, pressing on his chest to keep him flat on the bed. Sam is fully hard now and Lucifer rubs himself against him.

“Can I touch you ?”

“Do what you want Sam. You’ll see what happens.”

It’s not actually reassuring. But he can’t bring himself to stop so he unbuttons Lucifer’s shirt, revealing a pale chest, a bit soft at the middle. The demon shakes his shoulders and the shirt disappears, along with the rest of his clothes.

“That’s useful.”

Lucifer lies on him, sucking on his bleeding lip and he wraps his arms around him, grinding his hips against the warm weight above him.

“You’re not hard. Is It okay ?”

“I forgot.” A nonchalant shrug and there’s a hard dick rubbing against his.

His ass is surprisingly plump and he takes handfuls of it. Lucifer kisses his mouth and covers his eyes.

“No peeking. Just feel.”

Sam breathes slowly as the weight is removed from his body. A hand taking his dick at the base. A tongue licking the tip. He moans in pleasure as a mouth engulfs him. How can he be so talented if he never slept with a human before ?

“There’s not much I can’t do. I’m an archangel remember.”

He didn’t notice he had spoken aloud. Pleasure is taking over and he’s losing himself in Lucifer’s mouth, hot and wet, the suction applied perfectly where it’s needed.

He opens his eyes. It’s a sight. His mouth wrapped around his length, his hair disheveled and red eyes glowing, turning on him –

“I said no peeking.”

The air is cold on his wet flesh. Lucifer’s tone is playful, with a sharp edge to it.

“I couldn’t resist.”

“Too bad for you. I have to punish you if you don’t follow the rules.”

Lucifer moves back towards him, sitting on his hips. He cradles his face, letting Sam kiss his wrist. Then he digs his thumb in Sam’s left eye.

He screams. Lucifer holds him in place, the pain hot and sharp, his fingers making squelching sounds. Sam claws at his arm, trying to make him let go but to no avail. The demon is not even moving. There’s a pull and he’s letting go of Sam, his hand covered in blood and holding something. He thrashes under him, still shouting in pain.

“Eyes are curious little things. You see so little with them. Balls of nerves, blood and … thingies. ” Another sickening squelching sound as he crushes his eyeball between his fingers.

There’s blood all over Sam’s chest and he’s holding his head, not daring to touch his orbit but not daring to let go of it either.

“Oh, don’t fret. There, I’ll help you, but it’s only because you’re really interesting. “ He snaps his fingers and the pain dulls. It’s not gone, but it’s bearable.

It’s interesting to notice that his dick is still hard.

“Shall we keep playing ?” Lucifer asks, fingers stroking Sam’s hair.

“Yes.” He breaths out.

“Wonderful.”

He rises himself on his knees and takes Sam in hand, guiding his dick to his rim. He would say something about oil but…demon. Archangel. Whatever. It sinks right in, velvety walls parting on his way. He groans, rolling his hips slowly.

“Actually, you choose the position for that one. I want to see what you like.”

“Okay.”

He thrusts inside Nick’s body, grabbing his hips. It’s good, tight and warm, plenty wet. He pumps his hips harder, his breath getting faster. Lucifer plays with his hair, avoiding his wounded eye. He grunts and makes them roll over, pressing Lucifer’s back on the mattress with his own body, pounding into him.

“Oh,  someone’s pent up. How long has it been ?”

“Months.” He hisses.  

The Devil hums and gently bites his neck. Sam speeds up, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. He’s getting close.

“So… ten minutes. If you can last ten more minutes, you get a reward.”

He whines into Lucifer’s neck. He’s so close it hurts to hold back. But there’s that part of him that wants to play with Lucifer. That wants to please him, for some reason.

He concentrates on his eye. The pain he felt, the horror of feeling the eyeball being pulled out. The burning. It’s disgusting. He should definitely be more worried about himself. He lost an eye for sex. It doesn’t make sense.

“Good. Good, very good, Sam. You can cum.”

He does. He shoots his load inside Lucifer, shaking with the force of his orgasm. Hands comb his hair, and a mouth comes to kiss him.

“You deserve your reward. You can cum as much you want. I’ll help. I think I heard it wasn’t exactly possible to have multiple orgasms in one night for most humans. You’re lucky you have me.”

Pleasure is still rolling in his belly and he snuggles into Lucifer’s arms.

“Don’t fall asleep on me. It’s not over.”

He feels perked up, energy building inside him. His arousal is back.

“Are you sure you’re the Devil ? You’re more of a succubus.”

“Don’t be rude. I’m much more than that ! Oh, I’ve got an idea. Come here. ”

He slides out of under Sam and sits, legs spread. He points at his dick. Sam happily settles between his thighs and kisses the underside of his dick, wetting the tip then the length.

“Try to keep up. I’m not a man.”

That’s all he says. Sam doesn’t have a choice anyway. Not that he wants to stop. He copiously wets the length before taking it in his mouth. He sucks the tip, hollowing his cheeks and releases before doing it again. He’s not sure Lucifer is enjoying it like he does. He’s quiet, hand tracing circles on his nape.

He ups his game, taking as much as he can and bobbing his head, faster and faster. He quickly gags on it, the tip bumping the back of his throat, but he has experience and he relaxes. Lucifer hums in appreciation above him.

His dick is getting bigger. It happens sometimes. He likes it when men get bigger in his mouth. It means he’s doing a good job. But this time, it doesn’t stop. It gets thicker, longer, harder. Sam chokes and tries to pull back but Lucifer presses a hand to the back of his head with a smile.

“Game is on Sam.”

It swells in his throat and it’s hard to breathe. The slide is getting harder, his walls getting scraped. He closes his eyes and lets the member slides in him until his nose is pressed against Lucifer’s pelvis.

“Good. I’m impressed, you know ? ”

He needs to breathe. He backs away and coughs violently. Lucifer looks at him, a pleased smile on his lips. Then he grabs Sam’s head and plunges his dick back in his throat. He sets a harsh pace, making Sam gag and drool all over.

Once again there’s a blinding pain somewhere in his throat and he tries to cough around the massive flesh invading his mouth. Something got torn up. Lucifer doesn’t stop. The pain gets worse and Sam has tears running down his cheeks, his hands doing their best to push Lucifer’s hips away.

The need to breathe is taking over the pain he feels and his head is spinning. He gives a desperate look to Lucifer, trying not to think of what he looks like right now, with an eye missing, crying and mouth stretched by an inhuman cock.

Gentle fingers stroke his face.

“A bit more. I’m trying to get the hang of this. Ah, I think it’s coming. ”

The dick swells further, pulsing inside him. It burns when Lucifer cums. He’s about to pass out when his airway is freed and he retches, coughing a mix of cum and blood. Coughing hurts like hell and it’s making him cough even more, blood being expulsed from him in dark clots.  

He tries to talk but it’s agony. Lucifer’s dick is back to normal and he lies Sam on his side, stroking his back and kissing his cheeks.

“Very impressive. I can’t wait for the rest.”

There’s a part of him that wants to say stop. Beg for this to end. And another twisted part wants nothing more than to curl around Lucifer and get more. That’s the part who wins.

He captures Lucifer’s mouth in a searing kiss, grabbing as much as he can, kneading his ass and rubbing his back, tangling his fingers in his hair. Lucifer lets him, happily humming along.

Lucifer kisses him sloppily, drooling into his mouth. Somehow, it appeases the pain and he gives him a grateful look.

“Oh Sam, you’re bad for me. ”

They kiss again, wrapped around each other. There’s blood splattered on Lucifer’s chest and he can’t bring himself to care. The weight of Lucifer on top of him is comforting, warm and solid. He doesn’t want this to end.

The blond sits on his knees and cups Sam’s balls, making him whine. Then he goes lower and presses a finger against his rim.

“You’ve done that already, I assume ?”

He nods. Lucifer has a bottle of oil in his hands, that he recognizes as his own. It’s usually in the kitchen drawer though. An oiled finger makes its way in him and he squirms, sighing. Lucifer keeps a thumb right behind his balls, pressing lightly and he rocks his hips, pleasure building in him. Two, three fingers and he’s moaning, shaking his head and begging for more.

“Careful what you wish for.” The Devil warns.

But Sam is distracted by the fingers rubbing on his prostate and the need to feel something else than pain. It has been dulled but it’s still throbbing, in his eye, his lip and his throat. He knows he’s gonna get hurt. It doesn’t stop him from wanting more.

A fourth finger goes in and he can feel the palm of a hand against his rim, stretched like it never has been before. He takes Lucifer’s wrist in his hand, guiding him and encouraging him to go deeper. The Devil chuckles, giving him open-mouthed kisses. He pulls back and slides his thumb along the other fingers, slowly parting Sam’s hole with constant pressure. It pops in and Sam cries out as the hand sinks in him, curling into a fist. He never did that but it’s so good he wonders why. He fucks himself on the hand, moans getting louder.

“That’s it, it’s good, right ? You like my hand in you ? Or do you want more ?”

“More ?” He asks, voice shaking.

“Hmhm, I can fuck you. Do what I did to your throat. ”

The image of a dick swelling inside him, crushing his guts sends a wave of need in him.

“Yes, yes, fuck me.”

The hand withdraws and he can’t hold back a disappointed sigh. But it’s quickly replaced by a hard cock, plunging inside him easily and thrusting just right. He wraps his legs around Lucifer’s, clutching his shoulders. Then it gets bigger. And bigger. He climaxes without warning, spasms wrecking his body and semen shooting out of his dick. Pleasure takes over, coiling in his chest, in his belly. He sobs in Lucifer’s neck as his hole gets stuffed. He cries out as the tip bumps against a wall and Lucifers smiles, grinding himself against it, testing the resistance. Then he pulls out, flips Sam on his stomach and raises his hips before plunging back inside, a hand on his nape to pin him in place.

Sam howls in pain as the heavy member drives into his guts, crashing into the wall with a different angle. It hurts and he knows what’s going to happen but he can’t, he doesn’t want to stop.

Knowing it’s going to hurt does nothing to lessen the pain. Lucifer pierces his guts with a sickening pop, as the tip tears into his soft tissues. He screams, hurting his already wounded throat, thrashing under Lucifer, who’s still fucking him. There’s a warm liquid running down his tights and he knows it’s his blood. He’s crying, tears forming a pool under his head, while Lucifer kisses his nape and praises him.

“You’re so much fun. Only two hours left, keep going.”

A few more brutal thrusts and he feels his guts burn when Lucifer cums inside. He whimpers as the drag of the still swollen flesh scrape his walls.

“You’re so open. I can see inside you.” Fingers trace his rim and sink inside. “How many feet of intestines are there already ?”

“20 something.” Sam slurs.

“Hmm. Can’t you remember ? ”

He learned that. It’s somewhere in his brain. Colon is about 6 feet, small intestine 22…maybe.

“Is that so ?”

Lucifer grabs inside him and pulls. Sam screams at the feeling of his guts shifting.

“Aren’t you curious too ? Not many humans saw guts in real life.”

He’s flipped on his back, legs bent and he stares in horror as Lucifer pulls a string of red flesh out of his ass. There’s some tearing in there happening, searing pain and blood dripping on the mattress. It’s going to be hell to clean. But he’ll be dead, so he won’t have to clean. God, is Dean going to have to do it ? Is he going to find Sam’s body, completely wrecked and not know what happened ?

“Oh no, don’t get distracted now. Eye on me.” A wet hand cups his cheek. “You only think of me. Understood ?”

He nods. Lucifer pulls a little more, unrolling the intestine.

“Kiss me.” He begs. Lucifer complies and he can almost forget there’s almost two feet of himself outside of his body. Blood is seeping in the fabric, and he feels light-headed.

“I’m dying.” He says between two kisses.

“Not yet. I’m not done with you.”

He snaps his fingers and the bed seems to stabilize under him, his head clearing. Nick’s blue eyes are back, pale and set on him.

“I like the red.” He blurts.

Lucifer has a weird expression, then blinks. When he opens his eyes, they’re red. He kisses Sam, a slow press of lips and wraps his arms around his neck. He feels like he’s with a lover like that and it hurts maybe more than the rest of his body. Because it’s not real. He’s just a toy to the Devil and will be discarded by the morning.

“Don’t leave me.” He’s not proud of his tears and shaking voice. Lucifer doesn’t seem to mind because he strokes his cheek and presses their foreheads together.

“One hour and fifteen minutes. Stay strong for me. “

He sobs, holding Lucifer tight.

“I’ll give you whatever you want.” He croaks. “I’m yours.”

“That’s a really nice gift.” And the Devil sounds sincere. “Whatever I want ? What if I ask for your soul ? “

“You already have it.”

“Hmm. You’re a strange one. I want to play some more.” He curls a hand around Sam’s dick, which twitches at the contact. “I want to see every part of you. Feel every inch of your body. Will you let me ? “

“Yes.”

They’re looking at each other and he can feel the weight of his answer. He knows what he’s getting into.

Lucifer’s hand closes on his balls and tightens around them. He hisses, the warmth of the hand delicious on his skin. The blond rolls his balls between his fingers, massaging them slowly. Sam lets himself be soothed by it, closing his eye and enjoying the sensation.

After a while, he can’t say for sure how long it was, Lucifer squeezes harder. It’s bordering on painful now and he’s making clear what he’s about to do.

“I need those to fuck you.” Sam remarks.

“Do you ? ”

He can hear an audible pop when Lucifer squeezes with a supernatural force and crushes the inside of his balls, twisting them at the same time. He screams, his voice breaking as his body flails, trying to escape the iron grip causing the unbearable pain. He was wrong. He can’t take that amount of pain. It’s too much, he’ can’t…

“Lucifer ! Please, please…”

Lucifer presses a hand to his mouth, cutting him off. His eyes are strangely alarmed. It calms him down and they stare at each other. Seconds pass, the sound of Sam’s breathing getting lower.

“Not even one hour left. You’re not gonna give up now?”

It’s less of a question than a statement, laced with a little fear. Is he scared ? Does he really want Sam to win ? But is he willing to win ? Is it worth it ? He’s gonna die anyway. Sooner or later, he’s not sure it makes a difference.

But there’s something in Lucifer’s red irises that makes him reconsider. Something he knows well. Loneliness.

So he nods and the Devil removes his hand with caution.

His crushed balls are throbbing. But his dick is hard.

“Ride me again.” He whispers.  

Lucifer kisses him, deep and slow, gently licking his torn lip. He climbs on his lap and sinks on his length. It’s so good that Sam knows the demon is tampering with his perception. It covers the pain, reducing it to a dull ache. He buries his face in Lucifer’s shoulder, moaning in pleasure and rolling his hips to meet the other’s. He can feel his gut brushing his legs, wet and warm.

“Do you feel the pleasure ? When I fuck you ? ”

Lucifer hums in an unconvinced way.

“I could.”

“I want you to feel it.”

The blond narrows his eyes, gauging Sam. Then he slowly nods and snaps his fingers. Sam rolls his hips experimentally, looking for the best angle. When he finds it, Lucifer grunts and hides his face in his hair. He can hear him pant and feel how he clenches around him, eager and shaking.

“Good?”

“More.”

He circles his hips and drives into him in earnest. Lucifer gasps and pulls back from his shoulder to look at his belly. He splays a hand on himself like he’s trying to feel the dick inside. Sam plants his feet on the bed and thrusts hard, making Lucifer moan and shake his head. He scrutinizes his face, attentive to the smallest movement to guide his hips right.

He can feel an orgasm building and he doesn’t even know if he can cum, because his balls are not in the right state anymore. It works somehow and he shoots inside Lucifer, his body locking and waking the pain inside his own guts. He doesn’t soften afterwards. Lucifer takes the lead, riding him hard, hands on his shoulders. His mouth is slack and he looks lost in pleasure. It makes his chest swell with pride.

“I can’t… “ Lucifer breathes out. “Let me..”

He scratches at his chest and Sam encourages him, hands on his hips.

“Anything.” He repeats.

Lucifer snarls and digs his fingers into his chest, tearing the skin and breaking the ribs. If he strains his neck, he can see his own heart beating, sitting in his ribcage and offered to Lucifer. He’s past screaming from pain. It hurts. It hurts a lot. Too much. But he tightens his grip on Lucifer’s hips and keeps on fucking him.

The blond watches his heart with wonder and bends to kiss it. It’s a weird sensation, overwhelming. He cums again. Lucifer did promise he could. It’s draining, coming this many times. Or maybe it’s the whole situation. Lucifer has thrown his head back, little moans escaping his throat.

“Right there. Sam!”

He’s tired. But he keeps pumping his hips until Lucifer is shaking around him, clenching and spilling on him. It reaches his heart.

The last thing he sees is Lucifer plucking his heart out of his chest and pressing a kiss to it. Then he blacks out.

The sun on his face. A warm weight around his right side, curling around his leg and chest. The soft fabric of the sheets on his skin.

He had a weird dream last night. A nightmare. A shiver runs through his body as he jumps and pats his chest, knocking the weight off of him.

He’s whole. Of course. It’s not real.

“Come back to sleep, Sam. We’ll talk about this later.” An irritated voice tells him on his right.

Blond hair, mussed and sticking out in every direction. A pale hand who waves in the air, causing the sheets and blanket to slide back on their own over them.

Not a dream. Not a nightmare. But he’ not dead. Or is he?

“I said stop thinking. Later.”

An arm snakes around his waist and pulls him down to a warm chest. He settles in the embrace, confused. A sigh, a finger on his forehead. He blacks out again.

He blinks. It’s been weeks since he hasn’t slept this well. He sits in his bed and there the same blond man from his dream sitting on the edge of the bed.

“That was… What was that?”

“You won. Should have known. You won as soon as you looked at me with your puppy eyes.” He snorts. “So, you get to live. Congratulations. I had a lot of fun.”

He crawls out of the sheets, almost falling of the bed to go to him and hold him in his arms.

“Don’t go.”

Lucifer gapes at him.

“You don’t mean that, Sam.”

He cups his cheek and kisses his nose.

“You’re lonely, right? I’ll entertain you. Stay.”

He seems to consider.

“Your soul is so peculiar. I never saw something like that.”

“You can have it.”

“Don’t pretend I didn’t warn you.”

“You put me back together. You didn’t have to.”

“You’re a menace. Alright. ‘til I get bored I guess.”

But his kiss tells another story.