with a devil on the shoulder

[worldfelldown]

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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[castfromhome]

Smirk.

"And here I thought we were talking about tapping things."

Unlike his younger brothers, Lucifer had a firm and easy grasp on modern slang. Very little went soaring over his head, as it tended to do around Castiel.

Still, he set down the chopsticks and took another swallow from his beer. An acquired taste, to be sure, but it was like the rest of humanity. It took getting used to. Learning what he did and did not like. Beer was good. Coffee and whiskey were good. Pie was too sweet (although he still stole Dean's just to watch him twitch) and sodas had too much carbonation.

Lucifer had to admit, he had a good teacher in Sam. Sam, who had lived a difficult life and instead of becoming bitter or angry about it, was kind to people. Gentle, despite his size and Lucifer wanted him. Wanted to drag the big hunter against him and drink in his warmth. Bask in it.

[worldfelldown]

"Don't be cute." Which might have been a little more effective if Sam's lips didn't curl up slightly in amusement before he tried to hide it.

"And that might be more appropriate to discuss when we're either back in the car or at the room again." Sam couldn't deny that he was interested. For all the times Lucifer could grate on him, there were times when he was fascinating to talk to, invaluable while they hunted.

And Sam liked to believe that others could make the right choice, no matter how far gone they were. A fool's hope, maybe, but he needed to believe it. He needed to know people had a choice even now, could change... even Lucifer himself.

He seemed to be, little by little. He wasn't exactly a threat anymore anyway, even if it was all an act to get closer to the Winchesters.

[castfromhome]

He got a faintly amused smile out of it. Success. Lucifer knows that his mock innocent face gets absolutely no traction with Sam, but he goes for it anyway. "I wouldn't dream of it, Sam."

This would probably be where any other human would get the check and immediately head back to either the car or the motel to have that long-awaited talk. But he was patient. He could wait through dinner, and if Sam was indeed interested, then he could wait too.

Lucifer didn't engage in any real navel-gazing or introspection. There had been time enough for that in the Cage and it had only left him exhausted. So many possibilities, chances not taken, decisions that could have been different. Now that he was human, he wasn't going to waste his now very short life on what if.

He was changing, and fairly certain that it was all due to the young man sitting across from him. Anyone else probably would have killed him on the spot.

"Then we can wait until we get back if that's what you want."

[worldfelldown]

Normally, yeah, if you told someone that... they'd want to get back to privacy as soon as possible. The fact that Lucifer didn't push it almost made him feel... something warm for the fallen angel. He nodded, glimpsing down at his chopsticks absently.

"Probably a good idea," he answers, glimpsing back across the table.

"It's not exactly appropriate to discuss details where people can overhear after all... they might not appreciate it."

[castfromhome]

Lucifer had no intention of pushing Sam into anything that he wasn't ready for. He'd waited for millenia for Sam already, what was a few days longer?

With a pleased sound, he dug into his food as it was delivered. Dark and spicy and exactly what he wanted. As for anything else he wanted? Well. That could wait. Smirking, Lucifer offered him a plate of heavily spiced chicken. "That's your sense of decorum Sam, not mine. If you want to wait, then we'll wait until we're finished."

[worldfelldown]

"Thanks," he muttered, another slight smile tugging onto his lips before he hid it and focused on eating. The food was good -- Lucifer had picked a pretty good place here.

"So, anywhere you need to head to after we finish eating or do you want to get back?"

[castfromhome]

"You're welcome." The meal was exactly what he'd wanted. Food was more than fuel to keep his now human body moving. When he found something he liked, it was something to be appreciated, right down to the tingle the spices left on his lips and tongue.

"We need another box of shotgun shells, rock salt, silver nitrate, three firing pins, sage that doesn't come from a grocery store," and hadn't that been an interesting argument with Dean. Close enough doesn't count in spellwork. "Yarrow and three more journals. But it can wait until the case is over with."

He'd become the defacto inventory specialist for the brothers. Lucifer may have lost his grace, but he hadn't lost his intellect. Everything they used, he remembered and there was a constant running list in his head of anything they might need along the way.

"I don't think FBI agents do much shopping for supplies along those lines."

[worldfelldown]

Sam had to say, he was impressed with the way Lucifer was able to recite all of that from memory and keep stock of it all. Some of that stuff were things even Sam probably wouldn't have remembered if he'd still been in charge of inventory.

"Alright, so, we'll head to the room after this. After we handle the case tomorrow and get out of town, we'll find a place to stop for more supplies." But first, they'd have that talk. Sam couldn't deny he was interested, but he tried to keep it as far from his thoughts as he finished eating.

[castfromhome]

If he was going to be part of their hunt, he might as well make himself useful in more than just his knowledge of lore and picking apart their enemies at first glance.

"Fair enough. The hunt should wrap up fairly quickly tomorrow. A simple vetch hunt and we're out of town again." Lucifer offered Sam over his choice of the fortune cookies. Too sweet for his taste.

Ample time to talk when they got back to the room, really. And if nothing happens beyond that talk, he could wait. Sam was worth waiting for.

[worldfelldown]

When they had finished their food, Sam reached in his pocket for money to cover the check and a tip, tilting his head towards the door. "Come on, let's get going."

Whatever happened when they got back to the room... well, Sam thought he was ready for it. They'd figure it out.

[castfromhome]

He didn't say much on the way back to the motel because there wasn't much left to say, at least not in public. Sam wanted to talk about this in private, so Lucifer had no qualm with waiting.

A part of him wanted to simply pin Sam against the wall and kiss him breathless. He was Lucifer, a former prince of Heaven, King of Hell and he was used to simply taking what he wanted. But Sam was different. Lucifer wanted more than just to take. He wanted it to be mutual. To know that Sam wanted this as much as he did.

He wanted Sam to know that he meant something to him.

Inside the motel, he shrugged out of his jacket and dropped bonelessly to the bed. If they were going to talk, he was at least going to be comfortable.

[worldfelldown]

"Getting comfortable?" Sam asked as he came in to shrug out of his jacket. He wasn't really sure how to start this conversation or really, where it would even go.

He shouldn't want this. This was Lucifer, the Lucifer, and he had to wonder if he was signing yet another ticket to Hell.

But he'd changed. Against all odds, Lucifer was different from the angel he'd met a while ago. There was this draw there that was hard to ignore. Moving forward, he went to settle on the bed next to him.

"So, about what you said in the restaurant..."

[castfromhome]

"Would you prefer I stood tense and awkward just inside the door?" But Lucifer resolutely hauled himself up into a seated position to look up at Sam. Remarkable, strong, attractive Sam.

Elbows resting on his knees, he shifted to look over at Sam. Tense and unsure, never as confident as he should be. Sam was the reason that he'd survived being stripped of his grace. He'd taken him in when what he should have done was killed him on the spot.

Lucifer would never love humans as his family did. But thanks to Sam, he tolerated them. Respected them. He could live among them.

"I've never lied to you Sam. I'm not now. I want this, I want you."

[worldfelldown]

"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?"

[castfromhome]

"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.

[worldfelldown]

"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.

[castfromhome]

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.

[worldfelldown]

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.

[castfromhome]

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.

[worldfelldown]

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.

[castfromhome]

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.

[worldfelldown]

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.

[castfromhome]

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.

[worldfelldown]

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."

[castfromhome]

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."