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with a devil on the shoulder

Sometimes, Sam looks across the tiny motel room and at the guy sprawled on his bed and wonders how it ended up like this. Lucifer riding shotgun... the real Lucifer. It's a million kinds of bad news and yet here they are, hunting, and probably slowly driving each other crazy.

Sam knows he's got to be going a little crazy, because sometimes Lucifer's company isn't even really that horrible. He's useful on hunts too. He knows plenty of lore, can pinpoint weaknesses with frightening accuracy.

And for now at least, Lucifer seems to accept that Sam's not going to agree to be his vessel again and that the apocalypse is off the table.

Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts, he nudges his laptop aside. "You want to go out? I'm starving now."

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"Well..." No, that probably wouldn't make it easier. It was unnerving how, once Lucifer had decided on something though, he never wavered. He just had this certainty about him...

And it hadn't always been a good certainty, with good intentions, but it was something Sam kind of envied right now.

He moved to settle on the edge of the bed next to Lucifer, looking him over quietly. "I know... I know."

And he did. He trusted Lucifer wouldn't lie to him. "And I'm not saying I don't want you. If I didn't, we wouldn't be having this conversation... It's just--"

He shrugged. "Do you know what you're getting into?"

"An increase in threats to my personal safety at the hands of your brother?" Lucifer reached over, taking Sam's wrist and turning his hand over, examining the lines on his palm thoughtfully.

"You're overthinking things Sam. I'm not suggesting this for something as simply and superficial as sex. If that's all I wanted, I'd follow Dean's lead and simply pick up what I chose at the bar."

And because he wanted to know what it was like, even if Sam refused him, Lucifer leaned forward, barely brushing his lips against Sam's.

"Yes, a lot of that." he smiles a little bit despite himself, not resisting when he takes his hand. Dean was going to want to wring his neck or something... maybe both of their necks.

Overthinking things... Sam was good at that and he just wasn't sure if, in this moment, it was the right or wrong thing to do.

But there he is, leaning in to kiss him and Sam doesn't protest that either. He leans in slowly to catch him in a more proper kiss.

Dean was probably going to do more than that, but as always, Lucifer wasn't as concerned with his reaction as he was Sam's.

.. even if bating Dean was something of an amusing pastime for him.

Unlike some of his younger siblings, Lucifer wasn't ignorant when it came to matters like sex. He cupped Sam's cheek as he returned the kiss, drawing him in closer. His hair was exactly as soft and thick as it looked and he carded his fingers through it, deepening the kiss.

There's a soft, pleased hum into the kiss as he shifted closer, pressed up against Lucifer. Don't overthink things. He could do that... he wanted to do that, just for one night.

This was being offered and there was no denying how much of a draw there was between them.

His own hands settled at Lucifer's hips and pulled him in closer, arched up against him.

He'd been drawn to Sam since he'd been freed from the Cage. So instead of manipulating him or lying to him, Lucifer had always been honest. Told him the truth when he asked for it. He wanted this with Sam, wanted to drag the big hunter over him and lose himself in heat for a night.

Maybe more than one.

But he wasn't going to overthink it either, not with that soft sound Sam made and the way he pulled him in close until there was absolutely no space between them.

One hand slid up Lucifer's back as he deepened the kiss, coaxed him to part his lips. One night. Though he had a feeling it might be more than just the one... he wouldn't think about it right now.

One hand came up to rest against the back of Lucifer's head, keeping him close.

It was easy, sinking into the kiss and parting his lips for Sam, savoring the lingering spice there. His hands carded through his soft hair, returning the kiss eagerly. Lucifer would yield to no man or angel, except for Sam. His one, remarkable human.

Sam's hands were everywhere they could reach, rubbing up his back, tugging at his shirt to push it up as he pressed himself in even closer. It was easy to get lost in this, almost surprisingly easy.

He wasn't cold anymore, his skin was warm and Sam's hands spanning up his back only seemed to make him warmer. Lucifer groaned against his lips, panting as the need for air finally drove them apart. "Please Sam," he whispered, nipping along his jaw and down the column of his neck.

His head tilted to offer Lucifer access to his neck, a jolt of desire going through him at the sound of that please. He turned his head to kiss him again, fiercely as his hands busied themselves with undressing him. He reaches down to work on Lucifer's skin, opening them enough to get a hand inside and feel him underneath his palm. "Tell me what you want."

Lucifer growled into that kiss, fingers dragging down his back and clutching him close as he ducked to kiss down the length of his neck. Sam is warm and solid and the only creature in all of Creation he'd completely yield to. "I want you Sam, inside of me."

He growled softly at those words, pulling back to meet Lucifer's eyes heatedly. It was hard to pull away, hard to make eye contact when all he wanted to do was sink into Lucifer and explore every inch of that warm body beneath his, but--

"You're sure you want to go that far?"

His fingers tangled in his hair, just tight enough to get his attention. "I am always certain, Sam." Even now, as a powerless human, Lucifer had lost none of his confidence, none of his certainty. He would yield for no one - except for Sam.

"Are you?" Because Sam pulling away, regretting what they were about to do the next day - Lucifer would call a halt to everything if Sam hesitated. Sex would be wonderful to explore, but not at the expense of what they've built so far.

The way those fingers tightened did get his attention, eyes darting up to meet Lucifer's eyes. It was the truth. He could see how certain Lucifer was, not a doubt on his face. He licked his lips absently as he debated that question. Was he sure?

"Yeah... yeah, I am." And that was also the truth. He knew there were a lot of reasons he shouldn't be, but none of those seemed to matter at all. He just wanted this.

"Wait here? Gotta grab somethings."

Lucifer darted in for another hungry kiss before releasing Sam to get whatever he needed. He trusted Sam's answer, that there would be no regret the next morning, no recrimination and none of the rather typical Winchester self-doubt. Neither of them should want this, but that wasn't stopping him from watching Sam with an almost predatory gaze as he rummaged in his bag for supplies.

Sam returned soon enough with the lube and condoms stashed away in his bag. He placed them within easy reach before he leaned back over Lucifer, kissing him again. He only broke it to start discarding his own layers of clothes.

There was just too much between them right now.

Finally. Even a moment without the warmth of Sam's body over his was too much and Lucifer made a hungry noise into the kiss, reaching to help him slide his shirt up and over his head.

First Sam's clothes, he wants to feel the warm slide of his skin beneath his hands before Lucifer removes his own.

Sam doesn't protest the help Lucifer's giving him with his clothes. It makes it all go quicker and as soon as they're out of the way, his own hands go to work helping Lucifer out of his. He wants this too much now, his body lighting up with desire and the urge to be closer.

His mouth seeks out Lucifer's again for a hungry kiss, deeper than the others.

He's been drawn to Sam since his birth, been waiting for him since his creation. With a needy sound he shifts beneath Sam, hands spanning up his back and along his shoulders. Everything is different as a human, far more intense and Lucifer groans against Sam's mouth, kissing down his neck.

Now where the hell did that lube go? With a frustrated sound, he cast around the bed, searching for the small plastic bottle.

He fumbles, reaching for the lube they put aside when he notices Lucifer searching for it. It takes a bit, but the bottle is soon in his hands. He coats his fingers hastily, meeting Lucifer's eyes.

"Want you," he murmurs huskily, nudging at Lucifer's knees with his own to part them.

"Yes, Sam." And he knows that it's a bit ironic, the Devil saying yes to Sam this time. He nips at his shoulder, parting his thighs easily. Lucifer could never deny Sam, not since they'd both been changed by the fall.

"I've always needed you."

The irony isn't lost on Sam and despite himself, he grins. Having Lucifer underneath him, asking for this, wanting this... he likes it. He wants it.

With access now, he lowers his hand to press a slick digit into Lucifer as his mouth busies itself over his shoulders and down his chest, nipping carefully at the skin. "I'm here."

And even as a human, his line of pleasure and pain is a bit blurred. But millenia in the Cage will do that to anyone. He shoves himself down on Sam's finger with a low, rumbling groan, seeking more.

Sam was there. He was always there. Steadfast and sure that as a human Lucifer would make himself useful on hunts. He'd fully expected the hunter to simply kill him. But he didn't. He had faith in him - something his missing Father and brothers didn't even have.

"I know Sam. You've always been here. My Sam."

He smiled at those words, something a little softer and more genuine. He leaned in to kiss him again, deep and heated as he added a second finger, opening Lucifer up. This was going to change things, he was sure.

There was no way that it couldn't change things.

But he wanted it. He wanted it bad. Whatever it would bring, they'd deal with it.

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