Supernatural ~ Lucifer/Castiel ~ All 7 sins
Title To Feel the Touch of an Angel’s Wings
Author: x_shadowwings_x
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Lucifer/Castiel,
Prompt: #1 Greed
Word Count: 563 words (this part)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters involved, and mean no copyright infringement.
Author's Notes: I can’t believe I wrote the whole seven parts to this fic in roughly two days, but I did. The idea wouldn’t let me be and although I’m not entirely happy with the outcome, it’s just the way it turned out, lol.
Lucifer stood in the shadows of a crappy motel room, cloaking himself in darkness and pulling the night around his body as he waited and watched. He was becoming impatient for Sam to return, impatient for him to finally say yes so that Lucifer could possess his true vessel. He could feel the vessel he currently was possessing gradually wearing away, burning up from the inside out and rotting away by degrees. His impatience turned to craving, turned to a desperate need that was akin to greed gnawing away at his blackened soul.
His attention was diverted by the sound of the distinctive rumble from outside as the Impala slowed to a halt, headlight beams illuminating the darkened interior of the motel room for the briefest of instants. Dean Winchester had returned and Lucifer waited , ready to turn and disappear if the lights snapped on and Dean was alone.
He listened, heard the distinct sounds of Castiel’s deep voice and Dean’s returning rejoinders , but there was no Sam Winchester with them. Anger boiled in Lucifer's body, seared through his very being as he realized he was thwarted yet again by circumstance. He knew that eventually Sam would have to say yes to him given time and the right amount of pressure.
Lucifer turned to leave, and readied himself to become invisible to the night and scatter himself to the four winds to regroup elsewhere, yet something stopped him. He felt Castiel’s distinctive angelic signature, a bright shining scent in the air that called to Lucifer and reminded him of home. A sharp pang of sickness pervaded Lucifer’s mind strengthened only when Castiel walked into the motel room following Dean without turning on the overhead light.
Lucifer’s earlier assumptions had been correct - Sam wasn’t with them. He cloaked himself from view, so that Castiel wouldn’t pick up on his singular presence. He was more powerful than Castiel and knew that if he wanted to avoid detection then he would be able to do so for interminable periods of time.
He didn’t know why he waited; he found himself transfixed to the spot for some reason that remained unknown to himself. He watched as Dean closed the distance between himself and Castiel, mouths locking together in a heated, passionate kiss. Lucifer felt such anger, such jealousy boil through him at that, that an angel should sully himself with one of the humans that Lucifer himself refused to obey and bow down to. He didn’t understand why or even how Castiel could deign to touch one such as Dean Winchester.
Lucifer felt disgust at that, then left on wings of shadow, leaving the faintest backwash of evil taint behind him. From what he had seen, and from all that he could imagine happening between Dean and Castiel even now, Lucifer felt greed. He craved the touch of a fellow angel, something that he had been denied for a long time now, forever trapped and held prisoner in Hell with a bunch of demons he could barely even look at most days.
He had the sudden urge to take Castiel from Dean, if only for a short time, to feel the touch of an angel’s wings once more, to bathe in the beauty of an unsullied angelic essence and have it all for his own, even if said presence could not be kept ....
Title Making Plans
Author: x_shadowwings_x
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Lucifer/Castiel
Prompt: #5 Envy
Word Count: 334 words (this part)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters involved, and mean no copyright infringement.
Night after endless night, Lucifer would watch, continuously returning to the Winchester’s motel room, no matter where they currently were. His need to ride Sam’s body was temporarily put on hold as he continued to watch Dean and Castiel together.
The first night he watched them kiss, the next night he watched them fondling each other, implying they’d done this plenty of times before judging by their ease with one another. He sighed, hands clenching at his sides as his envy grew, and he wondered why Dean should get everything that Lucifer himself so desired. He didn’t think that the human was worthy of an angel’s attention, an angel’s touch, an angel’s love.
Lucifer still remembered Heaven, shining brightly in his mind and outshining the darkened chilly depths of Hell where he’d been banished by Michael so many aeons before. He craved the touch of an angel’s essence once more, and strengthened his inner resolve to deny Dean the privilege for a time.
On the third night he watched Dean suck Castiel off and the brief flash of light when Castiel came down the human’s throat, calling to Lucifer’s angelic nature so strongly, it only strengthened his envy towards Dean, who had everything that Lucifer himself desired.
On the fourth night, he watched as Dean and Castiel made love, groans splitting the night air as their bodies rolled against each other, flickers of Castiel’s wings shining in the darkness as they caressed Dean’s naked body. Lucifer couldn’t stand to see the other angel use himself in this way and so he felt his envy grow, wishing that it was him bathing in the glory of Castiel’s essence, feeling the distinct sweep and pass of wings across his naked flesh.
He could feel the feathers pressing against his body as though it were really happening, and could hear Castiel’s cries when Lucifer made him come. He gritted his teeth and made his plans to capture the renegade angel for his own needs and soon ...
Title Craving
Author: x_shadowwings_x
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Lucifer/Castiel
Prompt: #6 - Lust
Word Count: 319 words (this part)
Rating: PG-13 for the briefest mentions of sex
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters involved, and mean no copyright infringement.
It didn’t take long for Lucifer to decide to bend Castiel to his own will and lay in wait for the unsuspecting, weaker angel. He knew as well as Castiel did, that even though the other angel’s powers called to him, said powers were weakening by the day. Lucifer lusted after those powers still, needed to feed on them and feel like he was closer to Heaven once more. In a way he saw this as a way of getting back at Heaven for their betrayal, for throwing him out and casting him aside like he was nothing and meant little to them.
Once he had Castiel in his sights, he wouldn’t give up until he finally had a hold of him, the little angel’s struggles growing weaker as Lucifer dragged him down to the ground and pulled him away, far from where he could call for help from Dean. Knowing of Castiel’s cellphone, Lucifer took it from him, preventing him from calling Dean and having the hunter called out to save his angelic sorry ass.
Castiel was trapped with no hope of immediate escape. Of course, Lucifer had plans of returning Castiel to his rightful owner of Dean Winchester once Lucifer himself had done with him, dirtied his soul and his body to teach the angel he really was no different from Lucifer himself. He craved sex from Castiel, felt his angelic self calling and awakening his own and he grinned in the face of Castiel’s defiance against him, as though his refusal to be dominated by a more powerful being would help him, would save him now.
Lucifer admired his tenacity, his refusal to bow down in much the same way Lucifer himself had refused to bow down to the humans before him and in that Castiel reminded him again of himself. Oh, Lucifer knew that he was going to have a fun time with Castiel ...
Title And They Called Him Prideful
Author: x_shadowwings_x
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Lucifer/Castiel
Prompt: #7 - Pride
Word Count: 267 words (this part)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters involved, and mean no copyright infringement.
Author’s Notes I probably rated this part too high, as there is no actual sex or anything within it. I decided to give it the NC17 rating because of the BDSM overtones of it, and I appreciate that not everyone likes that. ;D
Lucifer didn’t know what would break Castiel and what would cause Castiel to rebel. All he knew was that they weren't so different. Lucifer fell because of his refusal to bow down to humanity and Castiel was in danger of falling because he did, bowed too far and loved only one human instead of all of humanity.
Lucifer strolled around Castiel kneeling upon the floor, blue eyes blazing as the smaller angel stared up at Lucifer with such hatred, such animosity and coldness, Lucifer felt amused. Even so, the other angel’s hatred wasn’t helping him now; he still was wearing Lucifer’s collar after all and was slave to Lucifer’s every whim. He considered stripping Castiel of his clothes to further shame him, therefore stripping his pride from him as much as he could at the same time. Looking into those cold, angry blue depths of Castiel’s eyes, Lucifer knew that it would take a lot to break this one. He huffed out a laugh, thinking that those who called him prideful, hadn’t yet met Castiel.
He circled him again, watched the curve of Castiel’s back and the way that the angel knelt on the floor before him, hands bound at the wrists and resting lightly on the knees of Castiel’s pants, collar tight around Castiel’s neck. The angel looked humiliated, yet still wary of Lucifer and what he could do to him. It would have been all too easy for Lucifer to take Castiel now, but the fun in humiliating the angel and letting him stew still further still held the element of fun for Lucifer ...
Title Brimming with Anger
Author: x_shadowwings_x
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Lucifer/Castiel
Prompt: #3 - Wrath
Word Count: 209 words (this part)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters involved, and mean no copyright infringement.
Lucifer returned to where he was hiding Castiel, brimming with anger over Sam’s continued refusal to let Lucifer ride him. He felt his rage, his wrath consume him, and eat away at him in much the same way as the flames of Hell were reported to do to lost and tortured souls. He remembered once again Sam’s insistence that Lucifer should stay away from him, and leave him alone and his continued defiance in the face of the devil himself.
As soon as he saw Castiel, he knew that he had the perfect way to get back at Sam and that was through his brother. Lucifer knew what it was like to have family and to have them turn against you. If he kept a hold of Castiel, and told Dean why he had him, then he would see Dean turn on his brother and plead with him to say yes to Lucifer, if not for him then for his angelic lover.
Lucifer chuckled to himself and thought it the perfect way to bend Sam to his will, after all. His initial plan to have Castiel for his own for a while had turned into a viable plan of action to get Sam to say yes to him ...
Title Defiance against Lucifer
Author: x_shadowwings_x
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Lucifer/Castiel
Prompt: #4 - Sloth
Word Count: 328 words (this part)
Rating: PG-13 for slight bloodplay
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters involved, and mean no copyright infringement.
Lucifer bent down and sliced into Castiel’s arm once more with his blade, before licking slowly up Castiel’s arm, tongue leaving wet stripes over salty skin. He felt Castiel shudder beneath him and the faint whimper of Dean’s name escaping the other angel’s pretty mouth. All of a sudden, Lucifer knew why Dean loved him. Castiel was such a whore for Dean, it would have been sickening if it hadn’t been such a turn on.
Lucifer grabbed at Castiel’s hair, dragged his head back to expose the long line of the angel’s neck and watched as his blue eyes grew wider still. Castiel’s struggles grew weaker, yet his defiance against Lucifer was still clear in the set of his jaw, the anger in his eyes and the way, even now, he still cried out for Dean to save him.
Lucifer let go of Castiel’s hair so suddenly, the other angel crashed to the floor, where he lay so still, breathing deeply against the pain in his body. Blood pooled from all the places that Lucifer had cut into him and the fallen angel leant down to grip Castiel’s arm and to bring it to his mouth. Castiel didn’t even fight him; instead he stared sightlessly at the far wall, mentally retreating from what was happening to him as Lucifer sucked every last droplet of blood from Castiel’s skin.
Lucifer felt the pure essence of Castiel’s angelic nature fizzing in his gut and felt his love for Dean shining through it all. He felt it still in the laxness of Castiel’s body against his own and knew that the other angel would not submit to him as he’d once hoped. He sighed, breath ghosting against Castiel’s slothful body, knowing that he couldn’t win with this, couldn’t win against Castiel’s love for Dean.
He only hoped that Sam still would say yes to him, even if he had to try other means with which to break him down ...
Title Whispers Through the Night
Author: x_shadowwings_x
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Lucifer/Castiel
Prompt: #2 - Gluttony
Word Count: 263 words (this part)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters involved, and mean no copyright infringement.
Author's Notes: Brief references to epis 5x21 and 5x22 and Sam’s decision to let Lucifer ride him, so that he could send Luci back to the cage that held him. Nothing too particularly spoilerish as there’s only the vaguest of hints here.
Whispers came through the night, transported by the mouths of many demons reaching Lucifer’s ears as he lay with Castiel, thrusting into the angel’s flesh until Lucifer came. Through it all, Castiel had moaned for Dean, yet still had not come for Lucifer. No matter how much punishment Castiel had taken at the hands of Lucifer, he still hadn’t broken, leading Lucifer to deem the other angel as a glutton for punishment.
The fallen angel rolled away from Castiel, and watched as the other angel curled into a ball away from him, before Lucifer stared at the ceiling listening to the whispers. He heard the rumors of Sam finally agreeing to say yes to Lucifer, of how he planned to let Lucifer in yet the details were hazy, as though the demons who recounted the rumors didn’t know the full story. Despite the lack of information, Lucifer felt himself grinning with pleasure, relief flooding through him at the thought that at last Sam Winchester would be his.
He turned to Castiel again and dressed him with a flick of his hand and removed the collar from the angel’s neck reluctantly. He knew that Castiel was no longer needed as a pawn to sway Sam’s resolve, by turning his brother against him.
And so Lucifer sent Castiel back to Dean, knowing that the other angel hadn’t broken after all, like Lucifer had expected. In that he’d been wrong and Castiel’s love for Dean had remained strong, unwavering, bolstering him against everything, even the devil himself. In that, the slave had become the master ....
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