Ficlet: My Will (R, Sam/Lucifer)
Title: Companion
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/Lucifer, Sam/Dean (sort of)
Word Count: 399
Summary: The little things give you away.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note: Written for the comment_fic lonely prompts challenge.
Sam's memory knows the scent of his brother: gun oil, leather, and that dollar store aftershave that he's always been fond of. The man in front of him, the one with his brother's face, isn't his brother. This man is an impostor.
"Lucifer."
"Hello, Sam. It's so good to see you again. I've missed our little chats."
It's been over a year since Sam has seen his brother face-to-face. The Devil knows the Sam would give anything to have them reunited. Well, almost anything. So he comes to Sam in his dreams, wearing the face of his beloved brother. Sam looks forward to these nights with equal anticipation and fear.
"I don't have anything to say to you."
Lucifer sits on the edge of the bed where Sam is reclining and stares at him with those green eyes that can bring both redemption and pain if they chose to. But instead of the fondness, or exasperation, or fear that he knows Dean be looking back at him with -- it's only naked, undisguised desire that he sees.
That expression on his brother's face is so completely foreign that Sam knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that what makes up Dean isn't anywhere in that body.
Lucifer pets the blankets that cover Sam's bare legs. He smooths out the wrinkles on the comforter and caresses Sam like a fond owner might do to their beloved pet. It makes Sam sick to his stomach, but he knows that he's trapped in his own mind until Lucifer decides to let him free.
"I can give you your brother back. And not just that, but so much more. Anything you've ever wanted; it can all be yours, Sam."
It would be a lie to say he's not tempted. "Not like this. No."
Faster than his eyes can see, Lucifer is pressed right up against his side. Their faces are only inches apart. Sam closes his eyes against the physical pain of having Lucifer-not-Dean so close, taunting him.
"You will bend to me."
Then there are soft lips on his and Sam can tell this is Lucifer without opening his eyes. He uses those soft lips that have always quirked in a soft smile towards Sam to push forcefully at his lips, licking along the seam and biting down hard. Sam cries out, opens his eyes, but he's all alone in the room.
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/Lucifer, Sam/Dean (sort of)
Word Count: 399
Summary: The little things give you away.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note: Written for the comment_fic lonely prompts challenge.
Sam's memory knows the scent of his brother: gun oil, leather, and that dollar store aftershave that he's always been fond of. The man in front of him, the one with his brother's face, isn't his brother. This man is an impostor.
"Lucifer."
"Hello, Sam. It's so good to see you again. I've missed our little chats."
It's been over a year since Sam has seen his brother face-to-face. The Devil knows the Sam would give anything to have them reunited. Well, almost anything. So he comes to Sam in his dreams, wearing the face of his beloved brother. Sam looks forward to these nights with equal anticipation and fear.
"I don't have anything to say to you."
Lucifer sits on the edge of the bed where Sam is reclining and stares at him with those green eyes that can bring both redemption and pain if they chose to. But instead of the fondness, or exasperation, or fear that he knows Dean be looking back at him with -- it's only naked, undisguised desire that he sees.
That expression on his brother's face is so completely foreign that Sam knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that what makes up Dean isn't anywhere in that body.
Lucifer pets the blankets that cover Sam's bare legs. He smooths out the wrinkles on the comforter and caresses Sam like a fond owner might do to their beloved pet. It makes Sam sick to his stomach, but he knows that he's trapped in his own mind until Lucifer decides to let him free.
"I can give you your brother back. And not just that, but so much more. Anything you've ever wanted; it can all be yours, Sam."
It would be a lie to say he's not tempted. "Not like this. No."
Faster than his eyes can see, Lucifer is pressed right up against his side. Their faces are only inches apart. Sam closes his eyes against the physical pain of having Lucifer-not-Dean so close, taunting him.
"You will bend to me."
Then there are soft lips on his and Sam can tell this is Lucifer without opening his eyes. He uses those soft lips that have always quirked in a soft smile towards Sam to push forcefully at his lips, licking along the seam and biting down hard. Sam cries out, opens his eyes, but he's all alone in the room.