Your Cruel Device (Samifer/Gabriel)
and now, for something completely different.
Title: Your Cruel Device
Author: secondplatypus
Pairing: Samifer/Gabriel
Rating: hard NC-17.
Warnings: mild to moderate AU (pre-fall relationship between Lucifer and Gabriel, Sam saying yes to the devil at some unspecified point), dub-con/coercion themes, pwp, archangelcest, explicit sex, some serious dirty talking, angst, and an ouchy, hurt-the-pretty ending.
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 1261
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all characters therein are the property of Eric Kripke and the WB/CW, I'm just borrowing them for my own nefarious purposes.
Summary: In which Lucifer tricks the trickster and the former lovers discuss their differences and resolve their issues in a rational and constructive manner that leads to a lot of personal growth.
And by that, I mean angry, angsty, bitey, filthy porn happens, with stripping and a lap dance on the side.
Author's Note: In response to all the schmoop I've been writing, my brain had a craving for some utterly shameless, angst-ridden porn, so I made it happen, throwing in Samifer and a total of nine different kinks for good measure. There are no excuses for the things that happen in my brain; I'm afraid I like Lucifer, Gabriel, and dirty talking far too much.
- cut text and title taken from Alice Cooper's "Poison"
The air stirred, followed by a rush of wings and a presence that was still familiar after millennia of separation.
A pang of pain and longing surged through Gabriel, followed by overwhelming anger.
"What do you want, Lucifer," Gabriel asked in a tone like flint against ice.
Footsteps approached Gabriel, Sam Winchester's smooth voice rumbling in his ear as full lips brushed against the back of his neck.
"What? I can't pay a visit to my favorite brother?"
"You wish, Luci - you quit this," Gabriel said, emphasizing his words with a slow, deliberate grind of his ass against the body behind him, "the instant you decided your pride and that ridiculous bitch-fight with Michael and Dad were more important than everything we had back in Paradise."
Having made his point, Gabriel snapped his fingers, picturing a beautiful beach in Aruba filled with all the pretty, vapid young things a voracious archangel looking to fuck the pain away could wish for.
Nothing happened.
Lucifer's hand reached around his body to settle over Gabriel's heart, causing Gabriel to shudder in spite of himself.
When the touch withdrew, Lucifer's fingertips were followed by a slender, brilliant, blue-white thread. The Devil looped his fingers through it like a child playing with string.
"I'm afraid your grace is... otherwise occupied at the moment."
Gabriel felt something inside him shrink and contract as bitter-sick fear rose in his throat.
"Don't worry, Gabriel, it's still yours, and as long as you do what I want, it'll stay that way. I have no interest in hurting you, dear brother, and I certainly don't want to."
"What is it you do want?"
Lucifer smiled and snapped Sam's fingers in a perfect imitation of Gabriel's trademark gesture, complete with the quirk of an eyebrow. Gabriel found himself on a slightly elevated platform in a small room, surrounded by the rumbling, inexorable pulse of music with Lucifer sitting before him on a low couch.
"Dance for me, Gabriel."
As the Devil looked on with hunger in his hazel eyes, the trickster-archangel moved like liquid mercury to the pounding beat, slithering out of piece after piece of clothing until he was naked before Lucifer.
Gabriel dropped to the floor and crawled over to Lucifer, catching his lower lip on the buckle of Lucifer's belt before arching up along his body, breathing against Lucifer's neck and tantalizing him with the heat of his mouth.
Lucifer tangled a hand in Gabriel's hair, dragging his head up until they were staring straight into each other's eyes with only a few inches separating their mouths.
"Now, now, Luci," Gabriel said, fighting to hide the lust in his voice, "keep your hands to yourself. Didn't anyone ever teach you the rules of lap dances?"
The grip on Gabriel's hair tightened, honey-brown strands cutting into Lucifer's skin as Lucifer crushed their lips together.
Thousands of years in Hell had done nothing to dim the intensity and glory of the Morningstar's grace; it hummed beneath his skin, filling Gabriel's senses with the taste of ozone and power and Lucifer. A desperate groan full of need and hate and love tore itself from deep within Gabriel's throat as he wrapped his legs around the Devil's hips, grinding down on the bulge straining against his jeans.
Lucifer's mouth was cold fire on Gabriel's neck, marking him with purple-black bruises as the fabric separating their bodies disappeared.
Lucifer cupped Gabriel's ass in his hands and lifted him up, shifting and settling to position his suddenly slick cock against Gabriel's entrance. He lowered Gabriel's body down slowly, ensuring that he felt every last inch of Lucifer as the fallen archangel slid inside him, bottoming out as Gabriel raked his nails down Lucifer's back.
Long, powerful fingers dug into Gabriel's skin, raising his body above Lucifer's and holding him there as Lucifer thrust into the tight heat, purring in a tone like smoke and chocolate.
"You like that, don't you, Gabe?"
A ragged half-scream fell from Gabriel's lips as Lucifer shifted the angle, dragging slow and hard over the nerve-rich nub hidden inside him.
"How many times have you conjured up one of your little flesh-puppets and shaped him to look like I did when we were together, given him my voice, made him fuck you like I did?"
The chill of Lucifer's exhaled breath trailed along Gabriel's collarbone, leaving icy spikes of arousal in its wake.
"Or do you like to fuck him? Do you take out all that anger and all that pain on him, call him brother, spread his legs and bury your cock inside him?"
Gabriel arched his neck in a vain attempt to hide the faint wash of red coloring his cheeks. Lucifer made a soft sound of disapproval as his teeth found the sensitive skin of a nipple and bit down hard.
"Shame doesn't become you, Gabriel."
With another snap of Lucifer's fingers, they were on a luxuriant bed with Gabriel straddling Lucifer's lap.
Greedy, possessive hands ran over the contours of Gabriel's body before splaying over his hips.
"After all those times you've fantasized about this, I'm right here. So take it out on me."
Lucifer settled back, propping himself up on his elbows and locking eyes with Gabriel.
"Ride my dick, little brother. Slide that tight, perfect ass down on me and show me what I was missing for all those years in the Pit."
With a feral snarl, Gabriel leaned forward, sinking his teeth into the tattoo on Lucifer's chest as he slammed down, the hard crack-slap of flesh against flesh slicing through the air when their bodies came together. Bracing himself against Lucifer's shoulders, Gabriel set a brutal pace, unleashing centuries of resentment and misery as he scratched and bit and fucked his brother to pieces. As the onslaught of heat and friction continued, Lucifer's facade began to crack around the edges. The Devil shifted, supporting his weight on a single arm and reached out, eyes blazing with pure need and desire as he pulled Gabriel in for a kiss. The tongue that parted Gabriel's lips was almost gentle, the groans against his mouth wanton and broken.
Every muscle in his vessel's powerful body tensed as Lucifer's grace curled out to twine with Gabriel's. The contact came as such a shock that Gabriel nearly froze, turning his head away as he struggled to contain his reaction to the feeling of another archangel's grace against his after so long. Lucifer took advantage of Gabriel's motion, whispering scraps of syllables into Gabriel's ear, English and Enochian and "mine" and "perfect" and "Love you, Gabriel" blending into a devastating whole as Lucifer trembled on the brink of orgasm.
With two more strokes into Gabriel's body, the Devil came undone. As Lucifer shuddered beneath him, spilling into his body with a loud, rough groan, Gabriel felt his grace rushing back.
Before his brother had a chance to recover, Gabriel snapped himself away to a secret, safe place with a too-late cry of "wait" echoing in his ears.
Gabriel's legs buckled beneath him as he crumpled to the ground, wrapping a hand around his painfully hard cock and jerking himself off to the memory of Lucifer's thick length inside him. He came too hard and too fast, with bursts of harsh pleasure that ripped through him, leaving Gabriel gasping and numb.
He lifted his head, ignoring the hollow ache in his chest and the burn of the bite-marks on his neck as the broken, bruised skin stretched with his movement, and whispered into the empty air.
"Love you, too, Lucifer."
Title: Your Cruel Device
Author: secondplatypus
Pairing: Samifer/Gabriel
Rating: hard NC-17.
Warnings: mild to moderate AU (pre-fall relationship between Lucifer and Gabriel, Sam saying yes to the devil at some unspecified point), dub-con/coercion themes, pwp, archangelcest, explicit sex, some serious dirty talking, angst, and an ouchy, hurt-the-pretty ending.
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 1261
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all characters therein are the property of Eric Kripke and the WB/CW, I'm just borrowing them for my own nefarious purposes.
Summary: In which Lucifer tricks the trickster and the former lovers discuss their differences and resolve their issues in a rational and constructive manner that leads to a lot of personal growth.
And by that, I mean angry, angsty, bitey, filthy porn happens, with stripping and a lap dance on the side.
Author's Note: In response to all the schmoop I've been writing, my brain had a craving for some utterly shameless, angst-ridden porn, so I made it happen, throwing in Samifer and a total of nine different kinks for good measure. There are no excuses for the things that happen in my brain; I'm afraid I like Lucifer, Gabriel, and dirty talking far too much.
- cut text and title taken from Alice Cooper's "Poison"
The air stirred, followed by a rush of wings and a presence that was still familiar after millennia of separation.
A pang of pain and longing surged through Gabriel, followed by overwhelming anger.
"What do you want, Lucifer," Gabriel asked in a tone like flint against ice.
Footsteps approached Gabriel, Sam Winchester's smooth voice rumbling in his ear as full lips brushed against the back of his neck.
"What? I can't pay a visit to my favorite brother?"
"You wish, Luci - you quit this," Gabriel said, emphasizing his words with a slow, deliberate grind of his ass against the body behind him, "the instant you decided your pride and that ridiculous bitch-fight with Michael and Dad were more important than everything we had back in Paradise."
Having made his point, Gabriel snapped his fingers, picturing a beautiful beach in Aruba filled with all the pretty, vapid young things a voracious archangel looking to fuck the pain away could wish for.
Nothing happened.
Lucifer's hand reached around his body to settle over Gabriel's heart, causing Gabriel to shudder in spite of himself.
When the touch withdrew, Lucifer's fingertips were followed by a slender, brilliant, blue-white thread. The Devil looped his fingers through it like a child playing with string.
"I'm afraid your grace is... otherwise occupied at the moment."
Gabriel felt something inside him shrink and contract as bitter-sick fear rose in his throat.
"Don't worry, Gabriel, it's still yours, and as long as you do what I want, it'll stay that way. I have no interest in hurting you, dear brother, and I certainly don't want to."
"What is it you do want?"
Lucifer smiled and snapped Sam's fingers in a perfect imitation of Gabriel's trademark gesture, complete with the quirk of an eyebrow. Gabriel found himself on a slightly elevated platform in a small room, surrounded by the rumbling, inexorable pulse of music with Lucifer sitting before him on a low couch.
"Dance for me, Gabriel."
As the Devil looked on with hunger in his hazel eyes, the trickster-archangel moved like liquid mercury to the pounding beat, slithering out of piece after piece of clothing until he was naked before Lucifer.
Gabriel dropped to the floor and crawled over to Lucifer, catching his lower lip on the buckle of Lucifer's belt before arching up along his body, breathing against Lucifer's neck and tantalizing him with the heat of his mouth.
Lucifer tangled a hand in Gabriel's hair, dragging his head up until they were staring straight into each other's eyes with only a few inches separating their mouths.
"Now, now, Luci," Gabriel said, fighting to hide the lust in his voice, "keep your hands to yourself. Didn't anyone ever teach you the rules of lap dances?"
The grip on Gabriel's hair tightened, honey-brown strands cutting into Lucifer's skin as Lucifer crushed their lips together.
Thousands of years in Hell had done nothing to dim the intensity and glory of the Morningstar's grace; it hummed beneath his skin, filling Gabriel's senses with the taste of ozone and power and Lucifer. A desperate groan full of need and hate and love tore itself from deep within Gabriel's throat as he wrapped his legs around the Devil's hips, grinding down on the bulge straining against his jeans.
Lucifer's mouth was cold fire on Gabriel's neck, marking him with purple-black bruises as the fabric separating their bodies disappeared.
Lucifer cupped Gabriel's ass in his hands and lifted him up, shifting and settling to position his suddenly slick cock against Gabriel's entrance. He lowered Gabriel's body down slowly, ensuring that he felt every last inch of Lucifer as the fallen archangel slid inside him, bottoming out as Gabriel raked his nails down Lucifer's back.
Long, powerful fingers dug into Gabriel's skin, raising his body above Lucifer's and holding him there as Lucifer thrust into the tight heat, purring in a tone like smoke and chocolate.
"You like that, don't you, Gabe?"
A ragged half-scream fell from Gabriel's lips as Lucifer shifted the angle, dragging slow and hard over the nerve-rich nub hidden inside him.
"How many times have you conjured up one of your little flesh-puppets and shaped him to look like I did when we were together, given him my voice, made him fuck you like I did?"
The chill of Lucifer's exhaled breath trailed along Gabriel's collarbone, leaving icy spikes of arousal in its wake.
"Or do you like to fuck him? Do you take out all that anger and all that pain on him, call him brother, spread his legs and bury your cock inside him?"
Gabriel arched his neck in a vain attempt to hide the faint wash of red coloring his cheeks. Lucifer made a soft sound of disapproval as his teeth found the sensitive skin of a nipple and bit down hard.
"Shame doesn't become you, Gabriel."
With another snap of Lucifer's fingers, they were on a luxuriant bed with Gabriel straddling Lucifer's lap.
Greedy, possessive hands ran over the contours of Gabriel's body before splaying over his hips.
"After all those times you've fantasized about this, I'm right here. So take it out on me."
Lucifer settled back, propping himself up on his elbows and locking eyes with Gabriel.
"Ride my dick, little brother. Slide that tight, perfect ass down on me and show me what I was missing for all those years in the Pit."
With a feral snarl, Gabriel leaned forward, sinking his teeth into the tattoo on Lucifer's chest as he slammed down, the hard crack-slap of flesh against flesh slicing through the air when their bodies came together. Bracing himself against Lucifer's shoulders, Gabriel set a brutal pace, unleashing centuries of resentment and misery as he scratched and bit and fucked his brother to pieces. As the onslaught of heat and friction continued, Lucifer's facade began to crack around the edges. The Devil shifted, supporting his weight on a single arm and reached out, eyes blazing with pure need and desire as he pulled Gabriel in for a kiss. The tongue that parted Gabriel's lips was almost gentle, the groans against his mouth wanton and broken.
Every muscle in his vessel's powerful body tensed as Lucifer's grace curled out to twine with Gabriel's. The contact came as such a shock that Gabriel nearly froze, turning his head away as he struggled to contain his reaction to the feeling of another archangel's grace against his after so long. Lucifer took advantage of Gabriel's motion, whispering scraps of syllables into Gabriel's ear, English and Enochian and "mine" and "perfect" and "Love you, Gabriel" blending into a devastating whole as Lucifer trembled on the brink of orgasm.
With two more strokes into Gabriel's body, the Devil came undone. As Lucifer shuddered beneath him, spilling into his body with a loud, rough groan, Gabriel felt his grace rushing back.
Before his brother had a chance to recover, Gabriel snapped himself away to a secret, safe place with a too-late cry of "wait" echoing in his ears.
Gabriel's legs buckled beneath him as he crumpled to the ground, wrapping a hand around his painfully hard cock and jerking himself off to the memory of Lucifer's thick length inside him. He came too hard and too fast, with bursts of harsh pleasure that ripped through him, leaving Gabriel gasping and numb.
He lifted his head, ignoring the hollow ache in his chest and the burn of the bite-marks on his neck as the broken, bruised skin stretched with his movement, and whispered into the empty air.
"Love you, too, Lucifer."