Pride
Title: Pride
Pairing: Lucifer/Sam
Rating: M (17+)
Summary: Sam learns why pride is the deadliest and most painfully delicious of sins...
It was a little into his third hour as Lucifer’s vessel.
Well, Sam wasn’t Lucifer’s vessel. At least, not yet. In fact, in the three hours since he had said ‘yes’ to their little arrangement, Lucifer had shown absolutely no interest in such a bond. His current vessel, Sam was fairly certain his name was Nick, was being held together with gum and paperclips (metaphorically, of course), and Lucifer couldn’t care less. He watched the blood ooze from his wounded meatsuit with distaste, but didn’t try to heal himself.
Sam lay in bed now, or what he believed was a bed. His own blood had secreted onto the sheets so heavily that it almost looked black, but then, that could have been Lucifer’s as well. Lucifer had fucked him. Hard and fast and mercilessly. Nails had torn into his chest, ripping patches into his flawless skin until he was perfect like a demon was perfect. The scratches would heal, but he would be forever scarred. Like a demon, his beauty was layered.
Hesitantly, Sam’s eyes rose and he took in the demon that lay at his side. Lucifer was still beautiful, in an almost unconventional way. He certainly wasn’t the bright Morningstar that he had read about in the Bible. Now, he was normal, with a layered beauty that had started to crack on the surface as his meatsuit shredded. Sam felt for the unfortunate human that would die - mostly because he knew that one day, he would be the exact same way.
“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.” Lucifer’s cold voice washed over him and Sam realized that he should’ve known better than to assume that he was asleep.
“I’m sorry.” Sam said hurriedly, ashamed that he had been caught staring. He tried to turn over, only to find that his lower back and hips flared with pain. “Ow! What the fuck?” That’s when he saw the blood.
“I certainly did a number on you, didn’t I? I always believed that my bitches looked even more beautiful covered in blood.” Lucifer slid in-between Sam’s legs and started to part his knees. “And I must say that you look ravishing.”
A dark flush came over Sam’s cheeks, but he didn’t know why. Why should he care what Lucifer thought of him?
“Oh, now there’s no reason to be embarrassed doll. Masochism is in your blood. You have to be a little twisted from the start to make it down here, don’t you think?” Lucifer’s eyes flickered over Sam’s body. “Ruby trained you well.”
Sam recoiled as if he had touched a flame. “What do you know about Ruby?”
“About Ruby? I know all about Ruby. From the feeling of her naked body to the last word she screamed as she died.”
A cold sense of macabre filled Sam and for the first time, he really realized where he was. He was in Hell, in the bed of Satan himself. And Lucifer was making quick work of his inhibitions, skilled hands working their way down Sam’s bloody, mutilated chest to stimulate all of those powerful nerves that Sam had just been awakened to not six hours before. And when Lucifer leaned down and cleansed the marks with his tongue, all fear was lost.
Lucifer’s liquid-blue eyes flickered up and their eyes met momentarily. Sam was immediately aware of emotions, hundreds of thousands of them, so many that he was sure that they were not his emotions alone. In fact, as Sam held Satan’s gaze, he was sure that he embodied all of the misery of all of the souls that had been condemned to eternal suffering in the fires of Hell. And that was a heavy burden to carry.
“I said ‘yes’ to be your vessel, not your fuck toy.” Sam hissed out brutally, but soon found that he didn’t have the air to continue with his valiant little speech.
“All in good time, doll.” Lucifer ruffled his hair like he was a little kid. “You’re not my first rodeo, kid. And you don’t hear the bull telling the rider how to ride him.”
“No, you see him trying to throw him off of his back.” Sam retorted.
“Communication.”
“What?” Sam looked at him as if he had a third head.
“There is no communication between the bull and his rider. You’ve never been a vessel, but you’ve seen your precious ‘pure one’. What was his name? Ah, yes, Castiel.” Lucifer smiled ruefully.
“You leave Castiel out of this! This is between you and me!” Sam screamed at him. Apparently, Lucifer didn’t like his confrontational tone. His smile slowly contorted down into a frown.
Without much of a warning, not that Sam expected one, Lucifer reached down and hooked his fingers into the scratches in Sam’s skin. He pressed a little harder than necessary and the skin broke, blood gushing over his fingers. Sam let out a startled cry, but it took him a few minutes to realize that he wasn’t in pain. No, it was like the pain had been suspended. He looked down and could see the blood continue to flow from his body, but it didn’t hurt.
Confused, his eyes met Lucifer’s once more. It must be another of the nuances of Hell, he thought blandly. With his eyes never leaving Lucifer’s, he reached out and gently removed the hands from off of his stomach. The skin snapped back and healed almost immediately. So, this must be what torture on the rack is like. The wounds inflicted are only temporary, the pain mental, but the physical scars could last forever.
“What you don’t realize, Sam, is that all of this… it isn’t just about you and me. It’s about Dean, your bastard father, your mother, everyone you love, everyone you could have saved… all of them.” Lucifer’s smile returned.
“Why are you so set on starting the apocalypse? Do you realize that if you lose, you’ll die?” Sam asked.
Lucifer looked him over carefully, before he slowly answered, “Maybe that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
“And what will you prove? If you do manage to defeat Michael, all you will have proven is that you can’t accept that you’ve done something wrong. You’re like a child.”
“A child?” Lucifer spat out, as if it was the most disgusting word in the world.
Sam nodded firmly. “A child. You feel empathy for nobody, because you cannot understand the cause of your own misery.” Sam said.
“Oh? Would you care to enlighten me?”
“You thought yourself above God and tried to rebel against him, but he cast you down into the Pit before you could. You don’t understand why that was wrong, therefore you cannot understand why you cannot return to Heaven.”
“Human, do not make a foolish mistake and think that you know me. You’ve only been in Hell for three hours, I’ve been here since before humans existed. Be wise of the difference.”
And for a minute, however transient it may have been, Sam was sure that he saw some form of regret in Lucifer’s eyes. Regret for what, he didn’t know. Maybe it was his betrayal, or maybe it was the fact that he had inflicted such horrific bodily harm on his soon-to-be vessel. Either way, he was certain that it had been there. But when he blinked, his vision blurred by tears brought on by the first stirrings of pain, it had vanished.
Sam was about to make a wise rebuttal, but Lucifer silenced it by leaning down and claiming the human’s mouth with his own. Sam tasted blood and realized that Lucifer’s bottom lip had started to bleed. Hungrily, he lapped at the broken skin. The familiar burn of power in his frail, human body was addictive. This was what it must’ve felt like when he drank from Ruby, but this, this was a thousand times better.
When Lucifer realized that he had allowed the boy to drink from him, his entire body tensed. He tried to pull back, but Sam’s arms circled around his neck and, even if he could have easily broken out of the weak human’s hold, he felt compelled to stay. Languidly, Sam swirled his tongue over Lucifer’s lip, biting down and moaning softly when more blood spurted into his willing mouth. It was like liquor to him, a liquid catalyst to make him Satan’s vessel.
Finally, Lucifer yanked back. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and his eyes widened minutely when he saw the blood slathered there. “You like that, human?”
Drunkenly, Sam nodded. “Yess…”
“Well, then. I can promise you that and more, more than you could have ever dreamed of from that whore Ruby. All you have to do is promise me one thing.” Lucifer smiled.
His body like liquid, he reached out for Lucifer’s body. “Anything.”
“You’ll be mine forever, however I want you. Face it, you’re addicted to this now. You cannot live without me. So, be it vessel or fuck toy, you’re mine, forever.”
Sam hesitated for only a moment, and then, fearful that he would lose that delicious life source that had been lost to him for so long, he nodded in confirmation.
“Forever.” And then, he went out.
And when Lucifer smiled, it was not hard to decipher why pride was the deadliest of sins.