I'll Be Your Lover
Title: I'll Be Your Lover
Author: kaylynnkie ;
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Sam/Lucifer
Summary: Lucifer taunts Sam from within the depths of subconsciousness
Word Count: 1053
Warnings: Slight spoilers for season finale
Notes: Inspired by “tigriswolf” tigriswolf 's prompt over at comment_fic “comment_fic” ; "I'll be your father, I'll be your mother, I'll be your lover, I'll be yours" (Placebo)
Having something inside of your mind felt like more of a violation than any kinky sex Sam had ever had in his life. It felt worse than when the bullet had ripped through his spine in that abandoned western town a lifetime ago. Literally. He felt abused and taken and heat pulsed through him, burning so hot that he could barely think. He felt blood on his hands for a moment, but Lucifer sighed loudly and took him back. The confusion of darkness brightened.
“Enough of that now, Sam.”
His surroundings shifted seemingly melting into a grassy house front. He turned. There was a house behind him. More of a cabin really, and it was welcoming and bright. The sun was sinking behind the mountains and the sky swirled into an artist's palette of blood and carnage. How strange...
“I thought you liked the sunset,” Lucifer whispered, leaning in close to breathe hot air against Sam's ear. “My ear,” he corrected. Not a big surprise that he knew what Sam was thinking. He was inside of his most intimate place. His mind.
“Yours...”
Lucifer cleared his throat. “Look at me.”
Slowly, Sam turned acutely aware of the sun dipping faster and faster behind the mountains. He wanted to grab him, tell him to stop, beg him to stop the sun from going away because, at that very moment, nothing seemed as awful as the sun disappearing. Nothing.
“I could always make it worse.”
He could see Lucifer in here. A tall man with elegant features, the European Sam had studied in his English classes. He had eyes that managed to be both dark and sparkling in the same instant and sharp cheekbones with graceful waves of dark hair trimmed back neatly and in no danger of brushing his starched collar. A single stray hair fell across his cheek, and he tucked it behind his ear with a single graceful moment.
“Well, you can see what you want to see.”
Sam looked up sharply.
“This is still your corner of your mind. I think it's only fair that I not force you to see what you're not ready to see.”
“Is Dean okay?” he wasn't entirely successful at hiding the tremor in his voice.
Lucifer smiled.
“Everything will be okay soon,” he soothed. “Let me take care of you, Sam. Look at what I can give you.”
The sun was long gone by now and the lights in the cabin were on. Lucifer tugged him inside and Sam couldn't fight against him. It wasn't that he didn't try because he certainly did, but something was forcing him into this...this docility that made him ache. Dean would have been stronger than him. He had always been so much..better.
Inside the cabin was warm and Sam found that he was shivering. Lucifer held him close. He braced himself for the cold, but in here, it seemed that Lucifer could be whatever he wanted to be including warm.
“I can even be yours,” he said.
He dragged his lips over Sam's cheek. The skin to skin contact made them both startled.
Lucifer was smiling when Sam looked at him.
“I wasn't expecting that either, Sam. Did you really think that this was really impossible? All you have to do is ask. I'll give you anything. Anything you want. I can get it for you, give it to you, make it for you.”
“Dean,” he insisted.
A brief look of hurt crossed the angel's face. “It's rude to discuss prior lovers with a soon to be.”
Sam's face twisted. “You're sick!”
“I'm honest,” he countered easily. “The love you have for each other is beyond anything that-”
“We never-That's revolting!”
Lucifer looked confused before he worked it out. “Oh, you are such a silly human thing. Lovers are not simply of the flesh. Soulmates are not always couples. Dean could still be your soulmate regardless of whether or not you are in love with each other or desire each others forms. Physicality is merely how your kind tries to understand the spiritual, which you cannot possibly conceive of.”
The man's flesh melted into the body of a young woman. Long hair brushing over her waist line and the same eyes watching him steadily.
“If you want me to be, I can be anything you need me to be.”
The woman melted into Jess, then Dean, Gabriel, Bobby, Lisa, Jo, Ellen, then the woman he had only ever known through Dean's stories and that one instance he remembered in Heaven.
“Mom?”
She-He-Lucifer stepped towards him, his nightgown swishing around him. His mother's hand reached for him. “Trust me, Sammy. I can be anything you need. Everything you could ever hope for. Don't you want that?”
He nuzzled at Sam's jaw. “You're Mother,” he morphed into Dean, “Your Brother.” The human likenesses melted away and it was just Lucifer standing there. “Your Lover.” He smirked. “Or any lover you've ever had.” For the briefest moment, Jess looked at him. A grin was plastered on her face that was beyond wrong.
“Don't. Please don't.”
“What do you want me to be?”
“You. Just...you. Please.” Sam clenched his eyes shut, tears cascading down his cheeks. “No more.”
Lucifer softened. “Alright, Sammy. Don't cry. Look.”
He looked up and a dark haired man with just the right mixture of strangeness and familiarity looked back at him. The tears cam faster now.
“Thank you.”
Lucifer held him while he cried and wiped away the tears. “See? All you have to is ask, my darling. I'll do anything for you, be anything for you.”
Sam looked up at him and for that moment, for now, he believed. Somewhere just beyond his reach he could feel Dean calling to him. *Won't leave you, Sammy.*
“Not yet, Sam. Soon, but not yet.”
Lucifer smiled. A big warm smile that made Sam's thoughts settle and his body warm with anticipation.
“Come up with me?”
But he wasn't really asking Sam realized as he followed. Not really.
*Sammy? You're still in there, right? You can still hear me? And I ain't leavin' you.*
Comments Are LOVE!!!
Author: kaylynnkie ;
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Sam/Lucifer
Summary: Lucifer taunts Sam from within the depths of subconsciousness
Word Count: 1053
Warnings: Slight spoilers for season finale
Notes: Inspired by “tigriswolf” tigriswolf 's prompt over at comment_fic “comment_fic” ; "I'll be your father, I'll be your mother, I'll be your lover, I'll be yours" (Placebo)
Having something inside of your mind felt like more of a violation than any kinky sex Sam had ever had in his life. It felt worse than when the bullet had ripped through his spine in that abandoned western town a lifetime ago. Literally. He felt abused and taken and heat pulsed through him, burning so hot that he could barely think. He felt blood on his hands for a moment, but Lucifer sighed loudly and took him back. The confusion of darkness brightened.
“Enough of that now, Sam.”
His surroundings shifted seemingly melting into a grassy house front. He turned. There was a house behind him. More of a cabin really, and it was welcoming and bright. The sun was sinking behind the mountains and the sky swirled into an artist's palette of blood and carnage. How strange...
“I thought you liked the sunset,” Lucifer whispered, leaning in close to breathe hot air against Sam's ear. “My ear,” he corrected. Not a big surprise that he knew what Sam was thinking. He was inside of his most intimate place. His mind.
“Yours...”
Lucifer cleared his throat. “Look at me.”
Slowly, Sam turned acutely aware of the sun dipping faster and faster behind the mountains. He wanted to grab him, tell him to stop, beg him to stop the sun from going away because, at that very moment, nothing seemed as awful as the sun disappearing. Nothing.
“I could always make it worse.”
He could see Lucifer in here. A tall man with elegant features, the European Sam had studied in his English classes. He had eyes that managed to be both dark and sparkling in the same instant and sharp cheekbones with graceful waves of dark hair trimmed back neatly and in no danger of brushing his starched collar. A single stray hair fell across his cheek, and he tucked it behind his ear with a single graceful moment.
“Well, you can see what you want to see.”
Sam looked up sharply.
“This is still your corner of your mind. I think it's only fair that I not force you to see what you're not ready to see.”
“Is Dean okay?” he wasn't entirely successful at hiding the tremor in his voice.
Lucifer smiled.
“Everything will be okay soon,” he soothed. “Let me take care of you, Sam. Look at what I can give you.”
The sun was long gone by now and the lights in the cabin were on. Lucifer tugged him inside and Sam couldn't fight against him. It wasn't that he didn't try because he certainly did, but something was forcing him into this...this docility that made him ache. Dean would have been stronger than him. He had always been so much..better.
Inside the cabin was warm and Sam found that he was shivering. Lucifer held him close. He braced himself for the cold, but in here, it seemed that Lucifer could be whatever he wanted to be including warm.
“I can even be yours,” he said.
He dragged his lips over Sam's cheek. The skin to skin contact made them both startled.
Lucifer was smiling when Sam looked at him.
“I wasn't expecting that either, Sam. Did you really think that this was really impossible? All you have to do is ask. I'll give you anything. Anything you want. I can get it for you, give it to you, make it for you.”
“Dean,” he insisted.
A brief look of hurt crossed the angel's face. “It's rude to discuss prior lovers with a soon to be.”
Sam's face twisted. “You're sick!”
“I'm honest,” he countered easily. “The love you have for each other is beyond anything that-”
“We never-That's revolting!”
Lucifer looked confused before he worked it out. “Oh, you are such a silly human thing. Lovers are not simply of the flesh. Soulmates are not always couples. Dean could still be your soulmate regardless of whether or not you are in love with each other or desire each others forms. Physicality is merely how your kind tries to understand the spiritual, which you cannot possibly conceive of.”
The man's flesh melted into the body of a young woman. Long hair brushing over her waist line and the same eyes watching him steadily.
“If you want me to be, I can be anything you need me to be.”
The woman melted into Jess, then Dean, Gabriel, Bobby, Lisa, Jo, Ellen, then the woman he had only ever known through Dean's stories and that one instance he remembered in Heaven.
“Mom?”
She-He-Lucifer stepped towards him, his nightgown swishing around him. His mother's hand reached for him. “Trust me, Sammy. I can be anything you need. Everything you could ever hope for. Don't you want that?”
He nuzzled at Sam's jaw. “You're Mother,” he morphed into Dean, “Your Brother.” The human likenesses melted away and it was just Lucifer standing there. “Your Lover.” He smirked. “Or any lover you've ever had.” For the briefest moment, Jess looked at him. A grin was plastered on her face that was beyond wrong.
“Don't. Please don't.”
“What do you want me to be?”
“You. Just...you. Please.” Sam clenched his eyes shut, tears cascading down his cheeks. “No more.”
Lucifer softened. “Alright, Sammy. Don't cry. Look.”
He looked up and a dark haired man with just the right mixture of strangeness and familiarity looked back at him. The tears cam faster now.
“Thank you.”
Lucifer held him while he cried and wiped away the tears. “See? All you have to is ask, my darling. I'll do anything for you, be anything for you.”
Sam looked up at him and for that moment, for now, he believed. Somewhere just beyond his reach he could feel Dean calling to him. *Won't leave you, Sammy.*
“Not yet, Sam. Soon, but not yet.”
Lucifer smiled. A big warm smile that made Sam's thoughts settle and his body warm with anticipation.
“Come up with me?”
But he wasn't really asking Sam realized as he followed. Not really.
*Sammy? You're still in there, right? You can still hear me? And I ain't leavin' you.*
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