Fic: Devil's Snare, FRAO
Title: Devil's Snare
Author: Kris/sylum_river_tam
Fandom: Reaper
Pairing/character: Sam Oliver/The Devil
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: In his efforts to annoy Ted, Sock gets Sam and his other boss stuck in a very precarious situation.
kink: Accidental stimulation
Written and posted at rounds_of_kink Round 6, Day 16 but I figured I'd post it here too :)
Notes/Warnings: slash, beta-ed by the lovely Ash/Jack Vale who is so much awesomeness
“I call it the Ted Trap Mach 5," Sock waves his hands like Vanna White, only not, because he's not a hot blonde milf even if he can totally pull off the dress.
"Wow," Ben wanders around the structure. "I have to say man, this is serious workmanship here." Sock bounces on his heels like a little kid and grins.
"Wanna help me set it up?"
"Well, shouldn't we wait for Sam?" Ben looks around the break room and Sam isn't around anywhere but the vessel is.
"Ahh, I think the Devil took him for a chat," Sock shrugs. Ben nods, ultimately this will end up with Sam cabbing back to the Work Bench covered in something and being irritable for the rest of the day.
"So how many rolls of fly tape are there?" Ben asks, circling the structure the way he's seen important people do.
"A hundred," Sock pulls out an extra roll from his back. "And one!" Ben grins.
"I found these symbols in this book of Sam's, and I figured, since Ted's so superstitious that it would behoove us to use that against him."
"You're right my friend," Ben says firmly.
***
The park is littered with, well, litter and Sam sighs and looks around. One minute he's sitting there talking to Sock about his date with Andi and the next he's standing here in a creepy park in the middle of the night looking for the Devil.
"Hey Sam," the Devil smiles his usual, too wide grin.
"Hi, um Devil," Sam shrugs and looks around. "So what's this soul about?" he asks. He's been a lot nicer about asking for the last little while. Especially since the day Steven and Tony explained to him that usually a reaper gets their vessel and a note written in blood and they have to go from there. The Devil is being *really* nice about the information he's passing on. The Devil is also smiling like he knows exactly what Sam's thinking.
"I know exactly what you're thinking," the Devil says and Sam's eyes widen. "Anyway, the soul is a woman by the name of Darcy Spritz. Nasty piece of work - she likes to go after kids. She's a real spook too, likes to lure them out into the park in the middle of the night. I rather liked her for the first hundred years or so, but after that she started to get on my nerves with her whiny voice. I want you to make this one quick Sam," the Devil orders. He moves to walk away but Sam reaches out and catches his arm.
"I'll make it quick. You haven't asked about Tony," he says and the Devil raises an eyebrow, smirks at him.
"Alright then, what's Tony been up too? Found that little stash of weapons yet?" Sam pulls back and blinks.
"How did you?"
"You're not my only spy, Sam, but I'm glad you're telling me about it even if it has taken a few days." Sam shrugs.
"We had a deal," he replies almost sullenly. The Devil claps his hand on Sam's shoulder.
"That we did, and since you're being such a good sport of it, why don't we do this the easy way." Sam blinks and when he opens his eyes they're in the Work Bench lunchroom and then they're in a dark little container pressed up tightly against each other.
"Oh my god!" Sock's voice rings out in panic. "Oh my god!"
"What? What?" Ben's voice comes from the other side of the box.
"I just caught Sam and the Devil in the Ted Trap!" Sam groans and drops his head forward and then jerks it up when he realizes that's the Devil's chest. He peeks up at the Devil's face. The Devil is not happy.
"Sam?" Ben calls out. "You okay in there?"
"Ben, you and Sock need to get us out right now!" Sam's shouts. The Devil looks like he'd reach up and rub at his ears but there's really not that much room in here.
"Sam," the Devil says warningly. "I am not a patient man, Sam."
"Oh god, oh god!" Sock's voice drifts out.
"Why don't you just shift out of here?" Sam suggests. "I'll kick their asses when I get out, I promise."
"It's really cute that you want to save your little friends from my wrath, Sam, but I'm kind of stuck here." The devil shifts to the side and looks down, Sam looks down too and sees the symbols drawn in tape. The symbols from the book that Tony gave him, the book that Sock wasn't supposed to know about. The book that tells you how to catch a demon or the Devil in a snare.
"Oh god," Sam moans and drops his head forward again and then jerks back *again*. "Look maybe I can shift around a bit? Then I can start peeling the symbols off the floor?"
"That'd be a very good suggestion, Sam, except you're just as trapped as me," the Devil shifts again, his body brushes up against Sam's and this time Sam's 'oh god!' is in his head. "As a reaper, you're subject to the same laws as all of us other demons when it comes to Devil's Traps."
"I'm gonna kill them both," Sam mutters.
"What on earth is that monstrosity doing in the breakroom?" Ted's voice booms out.
"Ted! Tedster! Ted the Man!" Sock's voice is full of his too bright, not panicking tone. "This, this is a …"
"It's another of your traps isn't it, Wysocki?" Ted demands. "Get that thing out to the trash before I fire all of you and where is Sam? I need him to restock the shelves down Aisle 15."
"Harsh," Ben mutters and Sam can barely hear him; Sam barely suppresses an irritated groan. Aisle 15 is 'nuts & bolts' and the sorting takes hours.
"Get that thing out of here!" Ted orders. The box they’re in starts moving and Sam tries to hold himself rigid as his body rubs up against the Devil’s but it's not helping. The Devil looks down at him in surprise.
"Why Sam, I'm quite flattered, I thought you had a thing for Andi," he leans forward the few inches necessary and whispers in his ear, "or is it that you have a thing for public displays." Sam bites his lip and tries not to make a sound when the devil moves against him more purposefully, feels his cock go from half to full mast. "Maybe you just have a thing for being confined." His voice has a musing tone to it, like this isn't affecting the Devil at all, but Sam can feel an erection pressing against his stomach, he never realized how short he really was.
"Shut up," Sam mutters. "It's just because of the rubbing, it's an accident."
"Hmm," the Devil murmurs. "It doesn't mean anything?" he prompts and Sam nods, keeps his eyes firmly shut. "Well then, I suppose this doesn't mean anything either."
The hands that were by his side are pinning Sam's to his own hips and pulling him flush up against the Devil.
"Just go with it," the Devil murmurs. "And if you're going to call out anything, it had better damned well not be 'God', you can call me Lucifer." Sam shudders again at the way the Devil, Lucifer's, voice drifts into his ear, soft and smoky. He rocks his hips helplessly.
"Why are you doing this?" he asks with a helpless pant.
"Because it's fun, because it feels good, because I'm the Devil, and because you're mine whether you like it or not. Just enjoy the ride, Sam." Sam feels himself close to coming. It's been a very long time since anyone's touched him. He hasn't gotten that far with Andi yet and oh hell the Devil has a tail. Sam squeaks and Lucifer laughs as the tail slides into the back of Sam's pants, flits at Sam's opening.
"Go on," he offers generously, "say it."
"Oh, oh my goD!" the last word reaches a higher pitch as Lucifer jams his tail in. It hurts but it feels so good and Sam can't stop the shudder that runs through him, can't stop himself from rocking back against the tail inside of him and up against Lucifer.
"That's it, just like that," Lucifer moans softly, his tail is pulsating, the moving box is shuddering and then it comes to a sudden halt beside the garbage bin. The sudden stop rocks them both against one side of the box hard, the tail shoves in a little further than it had before, brushes something Sam didn't know was there, and Sam comes hard inside his pants. He stands there clinging to the Devil's shoulders, shaking and trying to come down from the orgasm but he can't with the way the tail inside of him is probing around, still pulsating.
"I'm gonna pull the tape off the bottom okay!" Sock calls out. Sam jerks, startled and feeling a little guilty, and the Devil just pulls him closer still. Sam can feel he's still hard, hasn't come yet. The tape pulls under his feet and Sam lifts it as one of the symbols pulls loose.
It's enough to break the hold, Sam can actually feel it lift and then they're not in the box anymore. They're in a room and he's on his back on an enormous bed and he's completely naked with the Devil leaning over him, the tail nudging into Sam's mouth while the Devil's cock nudges into his ass.
"Right where I've always wanted you," the Devil murmurs and shoves in. The tail in Sam's mouth muffles the scream of pleasure he gives, and Lucifer rolls his hips and does it again.
/End
Author: Kris/sylum_river_tam
Fandom: Reaper
Pairing/character: Sam Oliver/The Devil
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: In his efforts to annoy Ted, Sock gets Sam and his other boss stuck in a very precarious situation.
kink: Accidental stimulation
Written and posted at rounds_of_kink Round 6, Day 16 but I figured I'd post it here too :)
Notes/Warnings: slash, beta-ed by the lovely Ash/Jack Vale who is so much awesomeness
“I call it the Ted Trap Mach 5," Sock waves his hands like Vanna White, only not, because he's not a hot blonde milf even if he can totally pull off the dress.
"Wow," Ben wanders around the structure. "I have to say man, this is serious workmanship here." Sock bounces on his heels like a little kid and grins.
"Wanna help me set it up?"
"Well, shouldn't we wait for Sam?" Ben looks around the break room and Sam isn't around anywhere but the vessel is.
"Ahh, I think the Devil took him for a chat," Sock shrugs. Ben nods, ultimately this will end up with Sam cabbing back to the Work Bench covered in something and being irritable for the rest of the day.
"So how many rolls of fly tape are there?" Ben asks, circling the structure the way he's seen important people do.
"A hundred," Sock pulls out an extra roll from his back. "And one!" Ben grins.
"I found these symbols in this book of Sam's, and I figured, since Ted's so superstitious that it would behoove us to use that against him."
"You're right my friend," Ben says firmly.
***
The park is littered with, well, litter and Sam sighs and looks around. One minute he's sitting there talking to Sock about his date with Andi and the next he's standing here in a creepy park in the middle of the night looking for the Devil.
"Hey Sam," the Devil smiles his usual, too wide grin.
"Hi, um Devil," Sam shrugs and looks around. "So what's this soul about?" he asks. He's been a lot nicer about asking for the last little while. Especially since the day Steven and Tony explained to him that usually a reaper gets their vessel and a note written in blood and they have to go from there. The Devil is being *really* nice about the information he's passing on. The Devil is also smiling like he knows exactly what Sam's thinking.
"I know exactly what you're thinking," the Devil says and Sam's eyes widen. "Anyway, the soul is a woman by the name of Darcy Spritz. Nasty piece of work - she likes to go after kids. She's a real spook too, likes to lure them out into the park in the middle of the night. I rather liked her for the first hundred years or so, but after that she started to get on my nerves with her whiny voice. I want you to make this one quick Sam," the Devil orders. He moves to walk away but Sam reaches out and catches his arm.
"I'll make it quick. You haven't asked about Tony," he says and the Devil raises an eyebrow, smirks at him.
"Alright then, what's Tony been up too? Found that little stash of weapons yet?" Sam pulls back and blinks.
"How did you?"
"You're not my only spy, Sam, but I'm glad you're telling me about it even if it has taken a few days." Sam shrugs.
"We had a deal," he replies almost sullenly. The Devil claps his hand on Sam's shoulder.
"That we did, and since you're being such a good sport of it, why don't we do this the easy way." Sam blinks and when he opens his eyes they're in the Work Bench lunchroom and then they're in a dark little container pressed up tightly against each other.
"Oh my god!" Sock's voice rings out in panic. "Oh my god!"
"What? What?" Ben's voice comes from the other side of the box.
"I just caught Sam and the Devil in the Ted Trap!" Sam groans and drops his head forward and then jerks it up when he realizes that's the Devil's chest. He peeks up at the Devil's face. The Devil is not happy.
"Sam?" Ben calls out. "You okay in there?"
"Ben, you and Sock need to get us out right now!" Sam's shouts. The Devil looks like he'd reach up and rub at his ears but there's really not that much room in here.
"Sam," the Devil says warningly. "I am not a patient man, Sam."
"Oh god, oh god!" Sock's voice drifts out.
"Why don't you just shift out of here?" Sam suggests. "I'll kick their asses when I get out, I promise."
"It's really cute that you want to save your little friends from my wrath, Sam, but I'm kind of stuck here." The devil shifts to the side and looks down, Sam looks down too and sees the symbols drawn in tape. The symbols from the book that Tony gave him, the book that Sock wasn't supposed to know about. The book that tells you how to catch a demon or the Devil in a snare.
"Oh god," Sam moans and drops his head forward again and then jerks back *again*. "Look maybe I can shift around a bit? Then I can start peeling the symbols off the floor?"
"That'd be a very good suggestion, Sam, except you're just as trapped as me," the Devil shifts again, his body brushes up against Sam's and this time Sam's 'oh god!' is in his head. "As a reaper, you're subject to the same laws as all of us other demons when it comes to Devil's Traps."
"I'm gonna kill them both," Sam mutters.
"What on earth is that monstrosity doing in the breakroom?" Ted's voice booms out.
"Ted! Tedster! Ted the Man!" Sock's voice is full of his too bright, not panicking tone. "This, this is a …"
"It's another of your traps isn't it, Wysocki?" Ted demands. "Get that thing out to the trash before I fire all of you and where is Sam? I need him to restock the shelves down Aisle 15."
"Harsh," Ben mutters and Sam can barely hear him; Sam barely suppresses an irritated groan. Aisle 15 is 'nuts & bolts' and the sorting takes hours.
"Get that thing out of here!" Ted orders. The box they’re in starts moving and Sam tries to hold himself rigid as his body rubs up against the Devil’s but it's not helping. The Devil looks down at him in surprise.
"Why Sam, I'm quite flattered, I thought you had a thing for Andi," he leans forward the few inches necessary and whispers in his ear, "or is it that you have a thing for public displays." Sam bites his lip and tries not to make a sound when the devil moves against him more purposefully, feels his cock go from half to full mast. "Maybe you just have a thing for being confined." His voice has a musing tone to it, like this isn't affecting the Devil at all, but Sam can feel an erection pressing against his stomach, he never realized how short he really was.
"Shut up," Sam mutters. "It's just because of the rubbing, it's an accident."
"Hmm," the Devil murmurs. "It doesn't mean anything?" he prompts and Sam nods, keeps his eyes firmly shut. "Well then, I suppose this doesn't mean anything either."
The hands that were by his side are pinning Sam's to his own hips and pulling him flush up against the Devil.
"Just go with it," the Devil murmurs. "And if you're going to call out anything, it had better damned well not be 'God', you can call me Lucifer." Sam shudders again at the way the Devil, Lucifer's, voice drifts into his ear, soft and smoky. He rocks his hips helplessly.
"Why are you doing this?" he asks with a helpless pant.
"Because it's fun, because it feels good, because I'm the Devil, and because you're mine whether you like it or not. Just enjoy the ride, Sam." Sam feels himself close to coming. It's been a very long time since anyone's touched him. He hasn't gotten that far with Andi yet and oh hell the Devil has a tail. Sam squeaks and Lucifer laughs as the tail slides into the back of Sam's pants, flits at Sam's opening.
"Go on," he offers generously, "say it."
"Oh, oh my goD!" the last word reaches a higher pitch as Lucifer jams his tail in. It hurts but it feels so good and Sam can't stop the shudder that runs through him, can't stop himself from rocking back against the tail inside of him and up against Lucifer.
"That's it, just like that," Lucifer moans softly, his tail is pulsating, the moving box is shuddering and then it comes to a sudden halt beside the garbage bin. The sudden stop rocks them both against one side of the box hard, the tail shoves in a little further than it had before, brushes something Sam didn't know was there, and Sam comes hard inside his pants. He stands there clinging to the Devil's shoulders, shaking and trying to come down from the orgasm but he can't with the way the tail inside of him is probing around, still pulsating.
"I'm gonna pull the tape off the bottom okay!" Sock calls out. Sam jerks, startled and feeling a little guilty, and the Devil just pulls him closer still. Sam can feel he's still hard, hasn't come yet. The tape pulls under his feet and Sam lifts it as one of the symbols pulls loose.
It's enough to break the hold, Sam can actually feel it lift and then they're not in the box anymore. They're in a room and he's on his back on an enormous bed and he's completely naked with the Devil leaning over him, the tail nudging into Sam's mouth while the Devil's cock nudges into his ass.
"Right where I've always wanted you," the Devil murmurs and shoves in. The tail in Sam's mouth muffles the scream of pleasure he gives, and Lucifer rolls his hips and does it again.
/End