[Fic] Booted Out (The Devil/Sam)
Title: Booted Out
Author: strifechaos
Fandom: Reaper
Pairing/character: The Devil/Sam
Rating: FRM
Prompt: Love's permutations, by silentflux
Kink: Being outed
Notes/Warnings: Sock has quite the incredible timing. Sam/Devil
Author Notes: Written for the last kink/cliche challenge, figured I'd crosspost it here.
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“Ok, so you’re still angry, that’s cool. I’m a little angry myself!”
Sam stopped walking through the store, and stared disbelieving at Sock. Realizing his mistake, Sock started to backtrack immediately.
“Well, not angry per say, more like ruffled and a bit unsure, which is upsetting! I can’t eat, or sleep!”
“Sock, you were eating this morning-that was four hours ago!” Sam started moving again.
“Aw, come on, Sam! Y’know I didn’t mean for it to happen!” Sock whined trying to catch up with his best friend’s quick pace.
Sam didn’t reply, instead he quickened his step and turned down the next aisle. Stopping at the top of the aisle, Sock frowned, cupping his mouth as he shouted after the Reaper, “You know you’re going to forgive me eventually, you might as well cut out the middleman and just do it now!”
A loud banging sound jolted Sock, he looked outside to see the heavens open up and thunder roaring.
“Stupid, Devil, popping up when he ain’t expected.”
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Sam stirred his cereal halfheartedly, head pounding from the night before, and wishing he hadn’t indulged in quite so many beers. Ben was still in the shower, but it hadn’t Sock from recounting the events of the previous night with relish.
“And then you just smacked that guy’s ass, and I thought Ben was gonna snort beer for sure.” Sock paused in his retelling, eyes a bit starry and lost in remembrance. Up until this point, Sam had mostly been trying to ignore Sock, hopping this course of action would help cause his brain to stop trying to escape his skull. Then his mind suddenly backtracked to what Sock had just recited.
“Wait, what did you just say,” Sam spluttered, hangover suddenly forgotten.
Sock didn’t answer, too caught up in whatever memory he was replaying.
“Sock!” Sam knocked his hand against Sock’s shoulder, jolting him from his daydream.
“Wha? What, man?”
“Sock, what did you just say about last night?”’
Sock’s face scrunched up as he replayed what he’d just said, “About Ben almost snorting beer up his nose? Because, man that was re-dic-ulous! It was this scene is Sword Spirit, where the main guy-“
“Sock!”
Sock said, “Is this you being weirded out over us knowing?”
Sam gaped. “Knowing what?”
Freshly showered, Ben came into the room, still scrubbing his hair with a towel. “Is this about Sam finally coming out of the closet?”
“Yep!” “NO!” Sock and Sam answered simultaneously; they turned to looked at each other, glare on Sam’s part.
“I’m not gay, you guys!” Sam looked put out, scowling at both of them.
Sock rolled his eyes, “Yeah, ok ‘biiii-sexual’.” He even made bunny quotes.
Mouth agape, Sam didn’t say anything.
Ben approached him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, Sam, we understand and accept that you’re not ready to come out and verbally admit it, but Sock and I are you’re best friends, we aren’t going anywhere because you happen to…well y’know.”
“Like cock!” Sock bellowed.
“Is that so, Sammy?” A smooth voice asked for confirmation.
All three roommates whirled around to see an extremely pleased looking Devil.
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Sam turned to restock the shelf, only to find himself in the middle of a room he didn’t recognize. It would be alarming if such events weren’t happening with such awkward frequencies. Instead of panic, annoyance fills the young man, and if he’s being honest dread. The Devil has made several lewd comments about Sam’s love life in the past, and he isn’t looking forward to whatever his boss will have to say to commemorate his unwarranted coming out.
“So, it seems you haven’t been entirely up front with me,” The Devil coos, pouting dramatically at his ‘employee’, “That hurts, Sammy. Really, it does.” He tries for a wounded look.
Scowling, Sam asks, “Did you have a soul for me to catch, or did you just come to pester me?”
“Pester you, Sam? I wouldn’t say our time spent outside of the strictly boss-reaper relationship was, pestering.”
“Oh yeah,” Sam paces over to where the Devil’s standing, tired of his mouse and cat games, “what would you call it then?”
The Devil invades his personal space, “Why, flirting, Sammy.” The Devil rolls his eyes, as if this should have been obvious, “Is your gaydar that ineffective, or are you always this coy with men you want to sleep with?”
Sam chokes on his tongue, staring wide-eyed at the Devil. “Gauh!”
The Devil smirks his smarmy little car salesmen smile, patting his Reaper on the head like a dog, “Oh don’t worry about it so much Sammy, you won’t be needing it much longer.” He swarms impossibly closer to Sam.
“Wha-what? Why wouldn’t I need my gaydar?” Sam looked like he’d swallowed a lemon as he realizes he’s acknowledged and confirmed Sock’s outing him. The Devil smirks and then just as quickly looks solemn.
“You’re mine, Sammy.” The Devil locked eyes with him, Sam feels as if he was in some sort of thrall.
“You’ll be mine and no others for all eternity.”
Then mood broken, he winked. “Not yet, but very soon, Sammy.” He crowded against the mortal, whispering hotly into his ear, “Very soon.”
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The End.
Author: strifechaos
Fandom: Reaper
Pairing/character: The Devil/Sam
Rating: FRM
Prompt: Love's permutations, by silentflux
Kink: Being outed
Notes/Warnings: Sock has quite the incredible timing. Sam/Devil
Author Notes: Written for the last kink/cliche challenge, figured I'd crosspost it here.
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“Ok, so you’re still angry, that’s cool. I’m a little angry myself!”
Sam stopped walking through the store, and stared disbelieving at Sock. Realizing his mistake, Sock started to backtrack immediately.
“Well, not angry per say, more like ruffled and a bit unsure, which is upsetting! I can’t eat, or sleep!”
“Sock, you were eating this morning-that was four hours ago!” Sam started moving again.
“Aw, come on, Sam! Y’know I didn’t mean for it to happen!” Sock whined trying to catch up with his best friend’s quick pace.
Sam didn’t reply, instead he quickened his step and turned down the next aisle. Stopping at the top of the aisle, Sock frowned, cupping his mouth as he shouted after the Reaper, “You know you’re going to forgive me eventually, you might as well cut out the middleman and just do it now!”
A loud banging sound jolted Sock, he looked outside to see the heavens open up and thunder roaring.
“Stupid, Devil, popping up when he ain’t expected.”
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Sam stirred his cereal halfheartedly, head pounding from the night before, and wishing he hadn’t indulged in quite so many beers. Ben was still in the shower, but it hadn’t Sock from recounting the events of the previous night with relish.
“And then you just smacked that guy’s ass, and I thought Ben was gonna snort beer for sure.” Sock paused in his retelling, eyes a bit starry and lost in remembrance. Up until this point, Sam had mostly been trying to ignore Sock, hopping this course of action would help cause his brain to stop trying to escape his skull. Then his mind suddenly backtracked to what Sock had just recited.
“Wait, what did you just say,” Sam spluttered, hangover suddenly forgotten.
Sock didn’t answer, too caught up in whatever memory he was replaying.
“Sock!” Sam knocked his hand against Sock’s shoulder, jolting him from his daydream.
“Wha? What, man?”
“Sock, what did you just say about last night?”’
Sock’s face scrunched up as he replayed what he’d just said, “About Ben almost snorting beer up his nose? Because, man that was re-dic-ulous! It was this scene is Sword Spirit, where the main guy-“
“Sock!”
Sock said, “Is this you being weirded out over us knowing?”
Sam gaped. “Knowing what?”
Freshly showered, Ben came into the room, still scrubbing his hair with a towel. “Is this about Sam finally coming out of the closet?”
“Yep!” “NO!” Sock and Sam answered simultaneously; they turned to looked at each other, glare on Sam’s part.
“I’m not gay, you guys!” Sam looked put out, scowling at both of them.
Sock rolled his eyes, “Yeah, ok ‘biiii-sexual’.” He even made bunny quotes.
Mouth agape, Sam didn’t say anything.
Ben approached him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, Sam, we understand and accept that you’re not ready to come out and verbally admit it, but Sock and I are you’re best friends, we aren’t going anywhere because you happen to…well y’know.”
“Like cock!” Sock bellowed.
“Is that so, Sammy?” A smooth voice asked for confirmation.
All three roommates whirled around to see an extremely pleased looking Devil.
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Sam turned to restock the shelf, only to find himself in the middle of a room he didn’t recognize. It would be alarming if such events weren’t happening with such awkward frequencies. Instead of panic, annoyance fills the young man, and if he’s being honest dread. The Devil has made several lewd comments about Sam’s love life in the past, and he isn’t looking forward to whatever his boss will have to say to commemorate his unwarranted coming out.
“So, it seems you haven’t been entirely up front with me,” The Devil coos, pouting dramatically at his ‘employee’, “That hurts, Sammy. Really, it does.” He tries for a wounded look.
Scowling, Sam asks, “Did you have a soul for me to catch, or did you just come to pester me?”
“Pester you, Sam? I wouldn’t say our time spent outside of the strictly boss-reaper relationship was, pestering.”
“Oh yeah,” Sam paces over to where the Devil’s standing, tired of his mouse and cat games, “what would you call it then?”
The Devil invades his personal space, “Why, flirting, Sammy.” The Devil rolls his eyes, as if this should have been obvious, “Is your gaydar that ineffective, or are you always this coy with men you want to sleep with?”
Sam chokes on his tongue, staring wide-eyed at the Devil. “Gauh!”
The Devil smirks his smarmy little car salesmen smile, patting his Reaper on the head like a dog, “Oh don’t worry about it so much Sammy, you won’t be needing it much longer.” He swarms impossibly closer to Sam.
“Wha-what? Why wouldn’t I need my gaydar?” Sam looked like he’d swallowed a lemon as he realizes he’s acknowledged and confirmed Sock’s outing him. The Devil smirks and then just as quickly looks solemn.
“You’re mine, Sammy.” The Devil locked eyes with him, Sam feels as if he was in some sort of thrall.
“You’ll be mine and no others for all eternity.”
Then mood broken, he winked. “Not yet, but very soon, Sammy.” He crowded against the mortal, whispering hotly into his ear, “Very soon.”
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The End.