FIC: Devil's Favor 7/?
Devil's Favor 7/?
Rating: M for violence, naughty language, and sexual situations. M/M slash of The Devil/Sam persuasion with a side of Andi/Sam in the beginning.
Just saw the finale and was a bit disappointed, but on the plus side that gave me motivation to get this next chapter up. Hope y'all like it.
But Leather Won't Match Your Tie!
"Well it's either that or consort." Lucifer commented casually.
"What's the difference?" Sam managed to squeak out in a high-pitched voice.
"It's all a matter of respect, Sammy. As my consort you wouldn't have to service me in front of my underlings to prove your place-"
"I like that option."
"But see, you're not really the consort type. Any consort of mine would have to be harsh, intimidating. You know someone who won't take flack from anyone."
"I can be intimidating." Sam glared at Lucifer when he simply raised an eyebrow incredulously in response. "If it'll save my ass, literally, then I'm sure I can do it."
"I'll give you a week to figure something out." Lucifer agreed. He leered at Sam's still-bound body for a long moment before he took a step back. "But if after that time I don't think you act like I think you should it's back to sex slave. In fact I have the perfect outfit in mind."
Sam's vision blinked out for a moment and once he became aware again he realized he was a bit cold. Looking down reluctantly he moaned in despair. He was wearing the shortest, tightest black leather shorts he had ever seen, and some king of tank top made of long hanging chains. He had a collar on his neck also attached to a chain which Sam followed to Lucifer's hand.
"Oh god!"
"Not even close, Sammy." Lucifer smirked as he slowly wrapped the chain around his fist, tightening the slack at his collar. "Mmmm. Maybe we'll stick to the sex slave actually. You look delicious like that."
The devil had always had a strange sense of humor, but this was beyond wrong. The really scary thing was that Sam wasn't sure if he was kidding. Lucifer was so close to him at that point that his wrist was under Sam's chin as he pulled at the collar so that Sam's head tugged upward sharply. Expecting the customary leer, or even an evil smirk, Sam was frightened to see an unusually intense look on Lucifer's face. His eyes seemed to be glowing with an unholy light, and for the first time in a while Sam was genuinely scared of the devil and what he may do to him.
"But leather won't match your tie!" Sam stuttered in fright the first thing he thought of. Lucifer was obviously very vain. Who knew it might distract him momentarily.
"The benefits definitely outweigh the disadvantages. Besides I could always get a leather tie to match. Most of the demons already half-expect it anyway."
If Sam hadn't already been frozen he would have stiffened in shock as he felt Lucifer's thumb begin to caress his pulse point in small circles.
"Um… you do know I'm not into dudes… right?"
Lucifer ignored the protest. Moving his hand up along Sam's jaw line and then to his lips, running his thumb over his lower lip and pushing almost to the point where the tip forced it's way inside. Lucifer only pulled back when he hear a small whimper from his reaper. Looking into eyes dilated by fear, he angrily waved his hand and released Sam from his hold.
"You have a week." Lucifer snarled. "Don't waste it."
Rating: M for violence, naughty language, and sexual situations. M/M slash of The Devil/Sam persuasion with a side of Andi/Sam in the beginning.
Just saw the finale and was a bit disappointed, but on the plus side that gave me motivation to get this next chapter up. Hope y'all like it.
But Leather Won't Match Your Tie!
"Well it's either that or consort." Lucifer commented casually.
"What's the difference?" Sam managed to squeak out in a high-pitched voice.
"It's all a matter of respect, Sammy. As my consort you wouldn't have to service me in front of my underlings to prove your place-"
"I like that option."
"But see, you're not really the consort type. Any consort of mine would have to be harsh, intimidating. You know someone who won't take flack from anyone."
"I can be intimidating." Sam glared at Lucifer when he simply raised an eyebrow incredulously in response. "If it'll save my ass, literally, then I'm sure I can do it."
"I'll give you a week to figure something out." Lucifer agreed. He leered at Sam's still-bound body for a long moment before he took a step back. "But if after that time I don't think you act like I think you should it's back to sex slave. In fact I have the perfect outfit in mind."
Sam's vision blinked out for a moment and once he became aware again he realized he was a bit cold. Looking down reluctantly he moaned in despair. He was wearing the shortest, tightest black leather shorts he had ever seen, and some king of tank top made of long hanging chains. He had a collar on his neck also attached to a chain which Sam followed to Lucifer's hand.
"Oh god!"
"Not even close, Sammy." Lucifer smirked as he slowly wrapped the chain around his fist, tightening the slack at his collar. "Mmmm. Maybe we'll stick to the sex slave actually. You look delicious like that."
The devil had always had a strange sense of humor, but this was beyond wrong. The really scary thing was that Sam wasn't sure if he was kidding. Lucifer was so close to him at that point that his wrist was under Sam's chin as he pulled at the collar so that Sam's head tugged upward sharply. Expecting the customary leer, or even an evil smirk, Sam was frightened to see an unusually intense look on Lucifer's face. His eyes seemed to be glowing with an unholy light, and for the first time in a while Sam was genuinely scared of the devil and what he may do to him.
"But leather won't match your tie!" Sam stuttered in fright the first thing he thought of. Lucifer was obviously very vain. Who knew it might distract him momentarily.
"The benefits definitely outweigh the disadvantages. Besides I could always get a leather tie to match. Most of the demons already half-expect it anyway."
If Sam hadn't already been frozen he would have stiffened in shock as he felt Lucifer's thumb begin to caress his pulse point in small circles.
"Um… you do know I'm not into dudes… right?"
Lucifer ignored the protest. Moving his hand up along Sam's jaw line and then to his lips, running his thumb over his lower lip and pushing almost to the point where the tip forced it's way inside. Lucifer only pulled back when he hear a small whimper from his reaper. Looking into eyes dilated by fear, he angrily waved his hand and released Sam from his hold.
"You have a week." Lucifer snarled. "Don't waste it."