Wonders of the World drabble collection 1/?
Title: Wonders of the World (for the collection); Compromise (this part)
Pairing: Lucifer/Sam (maybe some Cas/Dean in there as well)
Rating: R for certain themes, possible NC-17 later on.
Disclaimer: I wish I did, but I don't, so don't sue me.
Summary: Post-apocalypse, Sam makes Lucifer help fix what he broke. Cuteness ensues. Some darker themes in parts.
Apologies for the posting each drabble individually, but its more fun that way! Also it has been FOREVER since I've posted a fic on Lj, and the fake-cutting maybe a little rusty.
Compromise
"No."
Sam glares.
"Yes."
"I stopped the apocalypse for you Sam, not the rest of humanity. I have no desire to help them." Lucifer rolls away from him, every bit the stubborn archangel. Sam sighs. Honestly sometimes its like talking to an eight-year-old.
"Doesn't matter, you're going to clean up the mess you made."
Lucifer turns back towards him, displeasure apparent on his face. "And just how do you plan on convincing me?"
Sam smirks, "Enthusiastically." He runs a finger under Lucifer's jaw and pulls him forward into a kiss. Lucifer groans and melts into him, heated argument forgotten in the surprise passion. Sam deepens the kiss, chasing after Lucifer's tongue with his own.
He still tastes like raw and boundless fury, still tastes like angel, and Sam forgets sometimes. Forgets what he was before hell, before he became the devil. But then he catches him in moments like this. Feels him, and he can feel the endless light just under the shell of his vessel, feel it leaking a bit at the seams. Seams recently sown shut and given the good old God superglue treatment as a 'thanks for not destroying the world' present.
Sam breaks off and continues a trail of nips and kisses down Lucifer's neck, his hand coming up to stroke down the side of a chiseled stomach.
Lucifer gasps out a breath as the questing hand dips lower, running a teasing nail right along his navel.
"You do realize that you can't simply do this every time you want something of me."
Sam grins and lays a particularly hard bite at the juncture of neck and shoulder, earning him throaty moan at the pleasure-pain.
"You just keep telling yourself that."
Pairing: Lucifer/Sam (maybe some Cas/Dean in there as well)
Rating: R for certain themes, possible NC-17 later on.
Disclaimer: I wish I did, but I don't, so don't sue me.
Summary: Post-apocalypse, Sam makes Lucifer help fix what he broke. Cuteness ensues. Some darker themes in parts.
Apologies for the posting each drabble individually, but its more fun that way! Also it has been FOREVER since I've posted a fic on Lj, and the fake-cutting maybe a little rusty.
Compromise
"No."
Sam glares.
"Yes."
"I stopped the apocalypse for you Sam, not the rest of humanity. I have no desire to help them." Lucifer rolls away from him, every bit the stubborn archangel. Sam sighs. Honestly sometimes its like talking to an eight-year-old.
"Doesn't matter, you're going to clean up the mess you made."
Lucifer turns back towards him, displeasure apparent on his face. "And just how do you plan on convincing me?"
Sam smirks, "Enthusiastically." He runs a finger under Lucifer's jaw and pulls him forward into a kiss. Lucifer groans and melts into him, heated argument forgotten in the surprise passion. Sam deepens the kiss, chasing after Lucifer's tongue with his own.
He still tastes like raw and boundless fury, still tastes like angel, and Sam forgets sometimes. Forgets what he was before hell, before he became the devil. But then he catches him in moments like this. Feels him, and he can feel the endless light just under the shell of his vessel, feel it leaking a bit at the seams. Seams recently sown shut and given the good old God superglue treatment as a 'thanks for not destroying the world' present.
Sam breaks off and continues a trail of nips and kisses down Lucifer's neck, his hand coming up to stroke down the side of a chiseled stomach.
Lucifer gasps out a breath as the questing hand dips lower, running a teasing nail right along his navel.
"You do realize that you can't simply do this every time you want something of me."
Sam grins and lays a particularly hard bite at the juncture of neck and shoulder, earning him throaty moan at the pleasure-pain.
"You just keep telling yourself that."