Lucky 13!
Title: The Devil Went Down to Georgia L.A.
Pairing(s): Artie/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Artie, Gabriel/Lucifer, Lucifer/Mephistopheles, Lucifer/Anti-Christ (yeah.)
Chapter: 13/?
Rating: NC-17
Warning: OKAY, WHEN I SAY BLASPHEMY, I REALLY MEAN IT GUYS. LIKE, REALLY. Mansex, violence, darkness, angst, ANGST, ANGST, and probably some smut. Oh, and food porn.
Summary: Artie Abrahms has something both Heaven and Hell want and now he's stuck between the Archangel Gabriel and Mephistopheles
Disclaimer: Not mine, Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, Gabriel, Lucifer and Meph all belong to mythology
Notes: Okay... So... This is my first attempt at twisted dark!fic in the Glee universe. It features Angel!Kurt and demon!Puck and has a whole lot of Biblical references going on. Thanks to emocezi for help with the title and to everyone else out there who is awesome enough to help me with this, you know who you are.
Previous Chapters: i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii, viii, ix, x, xi, xii
“So... What are you doing?” Artie asked, yawning widely as he looked down at Kurt, who was hunched over a series of books, in a variety of languages, and reading.
“Reading,” Kurt supplied helpfully, running his fingers over some pages in a thick book, then flipping back through another book to read something, and then reading through a series of scrolls.
“Reading what?”
“Stuff.”
“You're so helpful...”
Kurt shot Artie a smile before looking back at his books and texts. Artie bent over them, scanning them. One seemed to be in Demonic Latin, one in Aramaic, one in Ge'ez and one in what looked to be proto-Hebrew. Kurt looked back at Artie, then back to his books, murmuring softly to himself before pointing to each piece before him.
“Hell's Bible.” He said, pointing to a thick, black tomb with gold gilded pages. “Book of Enoch.” He said, pointing to a thinner groupings of parchments held together in a binding. “Dead Sea Scrolls, specifically the Genesis Apocryphon.” Then he pointed to a thick book, which sat beside the Hell Bible. “Book of Daniel.”
“Oh...” Artie said, chewing on a plum he had made appear in his hand, knowing better than to hover and risk getting something on the books he sat beside Kurt at a respectable distance from the documents. “All the fun stuff.”
“Hell's Bible is actually the complete one. It has everything that the Church ever cut, plus the prophecies regarding you. Some are quite interesting.”
“Why are you reading the Book of Enoch?”
“I'm reading about the Grigori.”
“Ah, the Watchers.”
“Mm.” Kurt tapped his fingers against the parchment and the picked up the Book of Daniel, reading through it. “Uriel got me thinking.”
“About what?”
“The Plan... God means for everything to happen. Hell's creation wasn't by accident.”
“Do you think He and Lucifer have some kind of a deal.”
“That would make sense, wouldn't it?”
“Then why am I here?”
“You're part of The Plan too, aren't you? Like Hell's Jesus.”
“So... I live for thirty-three years, am killed and create a plague of sin throughout the world?”
“No, no, no! You're thinking too literally.” Kurt turned to face Artie, pulling off his reading glasses. “Think of it this way... If this...” He said, flippantly gesturing towards the Hell Bible and the Torah that rested side by side on the table. “Were all literal, we'd be sinning for not stoning our children, for eating shellfish or pork, or... Or...”
“Cutting our hair?”
“Yes!” Kurt smiled thankfully for the example. “So your coming... If you were to follow the Bible, which I suspect Uriel thought you would do, having been a theologian since birth, there would be Hell on Earth for seven years, big kaboom, reset universe button pushed by God...”
Artie rose a brow, trying to follow Kurt's train of thought. “Okay...”
“But you're not. You're... You're just you. Just... Demon-y-er... So... I think... If you stay you... Then... All Hell will not break loose, world okay, and... I prove for once in my eternal life to Uriel that I was right.”
Artie rose a brow. It figured that the whole Heaven and Hell thing was just a family fight, it just... figured. “So... I can just be me?”
“Yes,” Kurt replied, giving a short nod. “I'm glad you understand.”
“Good... Okay... Well...” Artie stood up slowly, unsure if he was going to be subjected to more ontology. “I'm going to go tan now...”
Kurt tossed a wave over his shoulder. “Have fun.”
After stepping outside, Artie stripped down to his swimsuit and slid out on a lounge chair, glasses resting on his nose.
“You should put sunblock on so you don't burn.”
Artie's yelp tore from his throat before he could help it and his flailing landed him in the pool. As he pushed back up to the surface, spluttering, he pulled off his glasses and glared at Lucifer. Lucifer just smiled serenely from the edge of the pool. Artie swam over, putting his sunglasses on the edge of the stone and resting his hands on the edge of the pool, staring up at the Fallen Angel's face.
“Come out to escape Gabriel?” Lucifer asked, getting a nod in reply. “Yes, when he gets into research mode, it's terrifying.”
Artie nodded, his head resting on his arms as he tread water thoughtfully. His eyes trailed up Lucifer's immaculately pant clad legs and a wicked smile over took his lips and before Lucifer could register the thought that surged through his brain, Artie grabbed his leg and hauled him into the pool. Laughing at the rather undignified shriek the Supreme Ruler of Hell gave just before his back hit the water.
As Lucifer resurfaced, looking thoroughly displeased, Artie could only smile and blow him a kiss. Lucifer hissed in agitation before jolting forward and wrapping his wet, clothing encased limbs around Artie and pushed him against the pool wall.
“Naughty, naughty.”
“Are you pleased?”
“Mmm. Very. And also wet.”
“I noticed.” Artie helps him out of his wet shirt and tossed it by the side of the pool before taking in a deep breath and plunging under the water and unbuckling Lucifer's belt before helping his wet pants wiggle down his body. Leaving his boxer-briefs on for now so they're in the same state of dress. Resurfacing, Artie gasped in air and then tossed the sodden pants on top of the already drying shirt. “Do I get a reward now..?”
Lucifer looked ponderous for a moment, his arms locking around Artie's neck as he nibbled on his ear. “You have been quite a good boy...”
Artie could only smile as his chin was tilted upwards and his mouth was plundered for a vicious, hungry kiss. His hands groped into the wet locks of red hair, tugging ever so slightly as Lucifer pushed his hips forward in a controlled, but very demanding way. The kiss broke and Lucifer snaked his tongue down Artie's neck, biting hard at the pulse point until he was rewarded with blood and he licked it up, smirking.
Artie's hands went to Lucifer's shoulders, raking down the ex-angel's back. He didn't shake the way Kurt did, and Artie suspected it was because of how long ago it had been since he last had wings. Even still, he did shudder slightly, growling against the wet flesh and gripped into Artie's hips even harder. Artie's hands slipped lower on the wet back, his hands sliding into the back of the wet boxer-briefs, pushing them down slightly as he did so, groping greedily at the revealed flesh. His thumbs followed the arch and swell of the perfectly round and taut buttocks, fingers trailing upward. His fingers had ever so slightly brushed over Lucifer's tailbone when the red head stopped moving, his whole body going still before he jolted and pushed his hips forward violently; to the point that Artie were sure if he were normal his hips would have cracked.
Artie's head fell back and a smirk overtook his lips as he couldn't help but exploit the sensitive spot again. Lucifer's choking moan and impatient, grinding hips making him crazy. “You wouldn't happen to have a tail, would you?”
“Shut up.” Lucifer snarled, wrenching Artie's head to the side and biting.
Artie screamed, high and long and loud, as Lucifer pulled away, mouth wet and red with blood. He crushed their mouths together and when he pulled away, Artie's tongue danced over his lips, hungrily lapping at the blood. In all his time with Lucifer, his blood filled fantasies of playing in it... Drinking it... Being covered in it... Had never come true.
”Do it...” Lucifer's voice whispered in his head, goading him. A flash from Lucifer's hand caught his eye and the other held out a gleaming knife.
Artie's eyes narrowed at the blade, hunger and desire running through his body. His fingers wrapped around the handle slowly, savouring the moment, before he quickly sliced a gash over Lucifer's chest. The red head hissed in pain as dark red blood dripped over his white skin. Artie dipped his head down, tongue lapping eagerly at the red fluid. He sucked along the wound, his body shivering with the jolts of electricity that burned through him from Lucifer's blood.
His teeth gnashed at the wound, as blood dripped down his chin, he sucked at Lucifer's chest. Feeling the other's hand wrap into his hair only encouraged him more. He drew back slightly, nuzzling against the bloodied, dampened breastbone before he rose his hand and dug the blade in again. His tongue probed the wound, suckling like a babe to a breast and whining as he pushed his hips needily to Lucifer's. He tasted so good, so intoxicating... So... It was like raw, untapped power running through his body, giving him the best rush; the best high.
A gasp sounded to their left and Artie made an annoyed noise, raising his eyes from their fixated spot on Lucifer's chest. His own chest was heaving, ising and falling rapidly in his dizzying lust. His pupils were blown wide from pleasure and his mouth and chin wet with trailing blood. His gaze fixed on two women - one about forty and one about twenty - both wrapped in bathrobes and staring at he and Lucifer in unabashed shock.
Lucifer's tongue lapped along his jaw, picking up the spilt blood before delving between his lips for an open mouthed kiss. Artie groaned his eyes fluttering as Lucifer's hand grasped tight to his hair, turning his head to the side so he could bite at the closing wound on his neck. Lucifer's lips were suckling softly before he rose his head, as if only now noticing the presences of the two women, who still stood, frozen, at the side of the pool.
Lucifer's head turned, eyes flashing an odd yellow-green as they slitted momentarily. “Do you mind?”
A shuddering gasp left the older woman's lips and she fled, the younger woman trailing behind.
Smiling, Lucifer dragged his tongue up Artie's neck before biting at his earlobe. “Now, where were we?”
~*~
“So... How do we play?” Kurt asked, walking hand in hand with Lucifer as they walked through the casino floor.
“You don't have to play, I just want to keep me company...”
“Okay.”
They walked up to Bobby's Room, as Kurt moved to wait in line, Lucifer just smiled and tugged him gently by the hand. They slid up the line, the person at the front wasn't being let in, despite all his sputtering.
“I'm sorry, sir, the room is full.”
“I am the British consulate! Do you have any idea how important I am?”
Lucifer smiled as he sidled up to the front of the line, standing beside the British consulate. “Room in there for two more?” He asked, tipping his head towards the man standing behind the velvet rope and slid his arm around Kurt.
“M-Mr. Morningstar!” The young man stuttered, his eyes widening. “Of course! Go right in.” He unclipped the velvet rope and Lucifer strode past with a smile, laughing as the British consulate made blubbery, annoyed noises.
Kurt just rested his head against Lucifer's shoulder. “Prideful, Luci, very prideful.”
Lucifer pinched Kurt in the side when he was called Luci, but smiled despite himself at the nickname. They found a table with one chair let free. Sitting in the chair, Lucifer smiled as he was dealt a hand, Kurt moved to kneel at Lucifer's side, but blinked when Lucifer pulled him into his lap. They got a few odd stares, but as people tossed in chips, most of them didn't care.
However, one man at the table took one look at Lucifer and ran out, sobbing. Lucifer rose a brow and watched as the man tripped over a stool before scrambling up and out of the room. “What's his problem?” He muttered, smiling a little. “He won.”
Kurt gave a short laugh, shaking his head. He looked down at Lucifer's hand, smiling a little as he spotted three cards that looked the same, that had to be good right?
Two players immediately folded their hands, and Lucifer threw in a handful of chips. He slid an arm around Kurt's waist and rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder, tossing in new chips every so often. Eventually all but one player folded and Lucifer knew he was bluffing. The pot was well over a hundred thousand dollars and he just smiled softly as the man finally cursed and folded. As Kurt raked in the chips, arranging them in neat little piles, each player tossed in the twenty thousand dollar ante.
“So...” One of the men started, lighting up a cigar and blowing out smoke as he settled his gaze on Lucifer. “Think you're hot, do ya?”
“Oh, I'm burning.” As Kurt giggled, Lucifer arranged his cards and smiled.
“And what's with your little lap dog?”
“Oh...” Lucifer carded a hand through Kurt's hair. “This is my pet. His name is Gabriel.”
“Your pet, eh?” The man looked up, smiling and leering in Kurt's direction. “Does he play well with others?”
Lucifer caught the man's hand before it came anywhere near Kurt and turned his ice blue eyes on him. “No. No he does not.”
“Christ!” The man wrenched his arm from Lucifer's steely grip and rubbed his wrist. “What the fuck was that for?”
“I don't like it when people touch my things.” Lucifer said simply, folding his hand.
“What's your name anyway...?” The guy drawled slowly, tossing in more chips.
“I have many names. But you can call me Mr. Morningstar.”
“Oh don't give me any of that pansy bullshit.” The man muttered, throwing his hand down as he lost. “What's your real name?”
“To my friends and my family I am Lucifer. To many others, I am known as Satan.”
The man gave a barking laugh as he took a swig of his rye, putting his glass back down slowly. “Right, I'm sitting here with the Devil and his newest pet, Gabriel.”
At the look from the red head, and the brunette sitting in his lap, the man's laughter ceased abruptly and he threw another handful of chips into the center of the table and downed the rest of his rye.
~*~
Artie was busy playing Halo while Lucifer and Kurt were gone. He was enjoying himself immensely. He had a big bowl of buttery popcorn and cold beer, things were good...
Until there was some sort of knee-jerk reaction, everything went white and the next thing he knew he was in a dimly lit room, a bunch of guys hanging around, and he frowned deeply. “What the Hell?”
“Dude.” One of the guys said, looking at Artie incredulously.
Artie looked down at himself and realized he was in a white triangle with little symbols. There was a pop, suck, bang and then Artie found himself looking in the direction of the noise and found Mephistopheles standing there, shirtless and dressed in a pair of jeans, looking just as confused as Artie.
“Dudes, it worked.”
“What the fuck is going on here?” Mephistopheles demanded, pushing against the barrier his triangle had created, testing his perimeter.
“He... He can't get out!” Another boy said, making Artie turn.
Artie was about to charge out but jumped when the was bumped back by an unseen force and frowned. Slowly, he reached out an arm and felt a wall there, invisible, but as solid as anything. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He was in the basement of a house, a very nice looking house, with about half a dozen guys, one of whom looked utterly terrified and one of whom looked smug. The smug one was grasping onto a sheet of papers.
Artie decided to calm down and play it cool. He crossed his arms and leaned against the barrier, looking at the boys. “What did you do?”
“It was Doug's idea!” The terrified boy squealed, as if he was in pain, pointing to the jock looking one who was holding the paper. Artie looked towards this Doug, lips pressed into a thin line for answers.
“I'm a theology student,” Doug announced proudly, and only then did Artie notice that in his other hand he held a beer.
“Uh-huh.” Artie said slowly, turning at a pop-hiss and frowning when he saw Mephistopheles smoking. Bastard! He wanted a cigarette... With a small bit of concentration and a blink of his eyes, he was holding a pack similar to Mephistopheles' and lighting a cigarette.
“Holy crap! How'd you do that?”
“Magic,” Artie muttered around his cigarette and took a long drawl.
“Can I have my cigarettes back?” Mephistopheles asked, annoyed.
Artie turned his head, exhaling slowly. “Later.”
“So... You really are a demon.” Doug asked, approaching the line of the triangle but never crossing it. Smart boy.
“He's a demon.” Artie said, jutting his thumb at Mephistopheles who gave him a 'what the hell, man' kind of look. “I'm not.”
“Oh, and what are you?”
Artie flicked his cigarette casually, giving a barely there notice to the ashes that settled along the white chalk line. He smiled pleasantly, taking in another draw of his cigarette. “Special.”
Doug just smirked a little and walked on over to Mephistopheles who was leaning against his own barrier, smoking.
“And what's your name?”
“Noah.”
“Your real name.”
“Mephistopheles.”
“From Faust?”
“Yeah. I really exist. Fancy that.” Mephistopheles muttered sarcastically, crushing his cigarette under his bare foot without even batting an eyelash.
“So, what did you use to summon us?” Artie asked, stretching his arms upward as he carefully flicked his cigarette down, watching as it broke the white line. “Lesser Key of Solomon? Greater Key of Solomon? One of the writings by a fifteenth century alchemist?”
“Something I looked up on the internet!” Doug called back, thrusting out the sheets at Artie. “I had a list of names and a bunch of matching signs and stuff, so I just picked two at random.”
Artie rose a brow before pinching the bridge of his nose. Leave it to a bunch of stupid, drunken frat boys to summon a few demons... or a demon and the Anti-Christ.
“Do you mind letting us go?” Artie asked. “We'll just be on our way and we can never speak of this again. I was in the middle of playing Halo, and I never got to hit pause. You guys have probably royally fucked up my score levels.”
“We will. We just want some stuff first.”
“Dude, I love Halo~!” Came a drunken scream from the back of the room.
“Want some stuff?” Mephistopheles questioned, rubbing his chin in thought. “What kind of stuff? Money? Cars? Power? Women?... Men?”
“Well... What can you give us?” Doug inquired, stepping close to Mephistopheles.
“Anything really... For a price.”
“Price?”
“He means your immortal soul,” Artie interjected, bored.
“Do you mind? I'm trying to talk business here?” Mephistopheles shot Artie a dirty look before looking back to Doug with a smile.
“Oh no. Don't think I'm about to make a Faustian pact.”
“No payment, no stuff.” Mephistopheles replied, shrugging casually.
“What about you? Special boy...” Doug smiled as he walked back over to Artie. “Can you give us anything?”
“Untimely gruesome deaths?”
“...No... I meant more along the lines of fame and power.”
“Ah... Well... For that I need your soul.”
“Wait...” One guy slurred out, stumbling up from his spot on the couch and pointing between Mephistopheles and Artie. “How do we know they can even give us stuff. I want proof!”
Artie looked to Mephistopheles who shrugged, and Artie waved his hand, a table filled with pizza appearing. Just as everyone dove to get it - for free it vanished.
“Proof?” Drunk guy just nodded, smiling. Artie looked back to Doug. “Ready to talk business yet? I don't have to take your soul, you know... I could just as easily take your first born child or... I could happily bend you over a table and pound into your ass until I'm satisfied.”
Doug looked taken aback, as if finally realizing that he was messing with things beyond his control. “W-what the fuck are you?”
Artie smiled, finally stepping across the broken line he had created. Doug stumbled back into another frat boy, his eyes wide. Artie's arm shot out, wrapping into Doug's hair and pulling him close, smiling. “I'm the fucking Anti-Christ.”
Boys scrambled back, and without even tearing his eyes from Doug's terrified gaze Artie caused a crack to appear on the floor, freeing Mephistopheles. He dug into his pocket and tossed Mephistopheles back his cigarettes and then straightened, releasing Doug with a smile.
“Now. What have we learned today?”
“W-what?”
“I said...” Artie leaned forward, caressing Doug's cheek, smiling. “What have we learned today...?”
“D-don't fuck with demons?”
“Very good...” Artie said, standing up straight and petting Doug's hair. “Now... I think that you guys should have the lesson solidified, don't you?”
“Um...” Doug looked like he was both about to cry and piss himself. “No?”
Artie frowned. “I think I should further teach the lesson.” He looked to Mephistopheles, who was smoking softly. “Anyone here catch you eye?”
“I like the bitch in the corner.” Mephistopheles replied, grinning as the blond boy pressed himself further against the wall with a sob and a shudder. As Mephistopheles strode towards him, other boys dove out of the way and Mephistopheles grabbed his wrist, yanking the slight boy against him. “Yeah. What about you?”
“Nah. Lucifer's pretty good at satisfying needs.”
“Is he ever,” Mephistopheles replied, chuckling.
“L-Lucifer?” Doug stammered, he was crying now, and Artie turned back to him.
“Yes. The Devil. He's very good in bed.”
“Oh..”
Artie smiled, licking his lips and crouched before the sobbing Doug. “You shouldn't have bothered. You shouldn't have fucked with things you don't understand. And now...” He stroked his fingers down Doug's cheek. “Now you're going to be punished.”
“No...”
“Yes.” Artie affirmed, nodding. “Tell me, Doug. Do you like dogs?”
“I... I guess...”
Artie stood up, walking over to Mephistopheles and smiling. He looked to the blond boy, shaking in Mephistopheles' arms and offered his hand. “Hi. Artie Abrams. Anti-Christ.”
“Why are you saying your name, what if we go to the cops?” Doug was standing on shaking legs now.
“Oh...” Artie paused to look thoughtful. “None of you will live... I should have mentioned that.”
Artie made a clicking noise with the back of his throat and three large, black, fierce looking dogs with glowing red eyes and snarling mouths appeared at his side. He bent down, stroking one on the head, it drooled, the liquid smoking when it hit the ground. Artie stood back up and made another clicking noise and with a loud bark, all three dogs were barrelling off. People tried to escape, climbing over furniture, attempting to climb out windows...
Each time a hellhound grabbed them by the ankles, dragging them screaming over the floor before they vanished into thin air, leaving their screams echoing off the white walls. Doug backed into a corner, all three dogs advancing in on him, snarling and drooling. He turned and they pounced, grabbing hold of his limbs and tearing and dragging as he screamed and vanished, the dogs vanishing moments later.
Artie sighed in satisfaction at the empty room, before looking to Mephistopheles, who was running his hands up and down the scared boy's neck. “I'll see you tomorrow?”
“Mm.”
“Have a good time tonight. Don't break him too hard.”
“Oh, I'll be good.”
With a hum-jerk Mephistopheles and his human were gone. Artie turned on his heel and followed.
Landing sprawled on his couch, Artie smiled. He picked up his beer and took a sip, before picking up his controller. A quick glance at the screen told Artie he had, in fact, paused his game. Taking another swig of beer, he unpaused, cocked his assault rifle and went killing with a laugh.
Pairing(s): Artie/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Artie, Gabriel/Lucifer, Lucifer/Mephistopheles, Lucifer/Anti-Christ (yeah.)
Chapter: 13/?
Rating: NC-17
Warning: OKAY, WHEN I SAY BLASPHEMY, I REALLY MEAN IT GUYS. LIKE, REALLY. Mansex, violence, darkness, angst, ANGST, ANGST, and probably some smut. Oh, and food porn.
Summary: Artie Abrahms has something both Heaven and Hell want and now he's stuck between the Archangel Gabriel and Mephistopheles
Disclaimer: Not mine, Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, Gabriel, Lucifer and Meph all belong to mythology
Notes: Okay... So... This is my first attempt at twisted dark!fic in the Glee universe. It features Angel!Kurt and demon!Puck and has a whole lot of Biblical references going on. Thanks to emocezi for help with the title and to everyone else out there who is awesome enough to help me with this, you know who you are.
Previous Chapters: i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii, viii, ix, x, xi, xii
“So... What are you doing?” Artie asked, yawning widely as he looked down at Kurt, who was hunched over a series of books, in a variety of languages, and reading.
“Reading,” Kurt supplied helpfully, running his fingers over some pages in a thick book, then flipping back through another book to read something, and then reading through a series of scrolls.
“Reading what?”
“Stuff.”
“You're so helpful...”
Kurt shot Artie a smile before looking back at his books and texts. Artie bent over them, scanning them. One seemed to be in Demonic Latin, one in Aramaic, one in Ge'ez and one in what looked to be proto-Hebrew. Kurt looked back at Artie, then back to his books, murmuring softly to himself before pointing to each piece before him.
“Hell's Bible.” He said, pointing to a thick, black tomb with gold gilded pages. “Book of Enoch.” He said, pointing to a thinner groupings of parchments held together in a binding. “Dead Sea Scrolls, specifically the Genesis Apocryphon.” Then he pointed to a thick book, which sat beside the Hell Bible. “Book of Daniel.”
“Oh...” Artie said, chewing on a plum he had made appear in his hand, knowing better than to hover and risk getting something on the books he sat beside Kurt at a respectable distance from the documents. “All the fun stuff.”
“Hell's Bible is actually the complete one. It has everything that the Church ever cut, plus the prophecies regarding you. Some are quite interesting.”
“Why are you reading the Book of Enoch?”
“I'm reading about the Grigori.”
“Ah, the Watchers.”
“Mm.” Kurt tapped his fingers against the parchment and the picked up the Book of Daniel, reading through it. “Uriel got me thinking.”
“About what?”
“The Plan... God means for everything to happen. Hell's creation wasn't by accident.”
“Do you think He and Lucifer have some kind of a deal.”
“That would make sense, wouldn't it?”
“Then why am I here?”
“You're part of The Plan too, aren't you? Like Hell's Jesus.”
“So... I live for thirty-three years, am killed and create a plague of sin throughout the world?”
“No, no, no! You're thinking too literally.” Kurt turned to face Artie, pulling off his reading glasses. “Think of it this way... If this...” He said, flippantly gesturing towards the Hell Bible and the Torah that rested side by side on the table. “Were all literal, we'd be sinning for not stoning our children, for eating shellfish or pork, or... Or...”
“Cutting our hair?”
“Yes!” Kurt smiled thankfully for the example. “So your coming... If you were to follow the Bible, which I suspect Uriel thought you would do, having been a theologian since birth, there would be Hell on Earth for seven years, big kaboom, reset universe button pushed by God...”
Artie rose a brow, trying to follow Kurt's train of thought. “Okay...”
“But you're not. You're... You're just you. Just... Demon-y-er... So... I think... If you stay you... Then... All Hell will not break loose, world okay, and... I prove for once in my eternal life to Uriel that I was right.”
Artie rose a brow. It figured that the whole Heaven and Hell thing was just a family fight, it just... figured. “So... I can just be me?”
“Yes,” Kurt replied, giving a short nod. “I'm glad you understand.”
“Good... Okay... Well...” Artie stood up slowly, unsure if he was going to be subjected to more ontology. “I'm going to go tan now...”
Kurt tossed a wave over his shoulder. “Have fun.”
After stepping outside, Artie stripped down to his swimsuit and slid out on a lounge chair, glasses resting on his nose.
“You should put sunblock on so you don't burn.”
Artie's yelp tore from his throat before he could help it and his flailing landed him in the pool. As he pushed back up to the surface, spluttering, he pulled off his glasses and glared at Lucifer. Lucifer just smiled serenely from the edge of the pool. Artie swam over, putting his sunglasses on the edge of the stone and resting his hands on the edge of the pool, staring up at the Fallen Angel's face.
“Come out to escape Gabriel?” Lucifer asked, getting a nod in reply. “Yes, when he gets into research mode, it's terrifying.”
Artie nodded, his head resting on his arms as he tread water thoughtfully. His eyes trailed up Lucifer's immaculately pant clad legs and a wicked smile over took his lips and before Lucifer could register the thought that surged through his brain, Artie grabbed his leg and hauled him into the pool. Laughing at the rather undignified shriek the Supreme Ruler of Hell gave just before his back hit the water.
As Lucifer resurfaced, looking thoroughly displeased, Artie could only smile and blow him a kiss. Lucifer hissed in agitation before jolting forward and wrapping his wet, clothing encased limbs around Artie and pushed him against the pool wall.
“Naughty, naughty.”
“Are you pleased?”
“Mmm. Very. And also wet.”
“I noticed.” Artie helps him out of his wet shirt and tossed it by the side of the pool before taking in a deep breath and plunging under the water and unbuckling Lucifer's belt before helping his wet pants wiggle down his body. Leaving his boxer-briefs on for now so they're in the same state of dress. Resurfacing, Artie gasped in air and then tossed the sodden pants on top of the already drying shirt. “Do I get a reward now..?”
Lucifer looked ponderous for a moment, his arms locking around Artie's neck as he nibbled on his ear. “You have been quite a good boy...”
Artie could only smile as his chin was tilted upwards and his mouth was plundered for a vicious, hungry kiss. His hands groped into the wet locks of red hair, tugging ever so slightly as Lucifer pushed his hips forward in a controlled, but very demanding way. The kiss broke and Lucifer snaked his tongue down Artie's neck, biting hard at the pulse point until he was rewarded with blood and he licked it up, smirking.
Artie's hands went to Lucifer's shoulders, raking down the ex-angel's back. He didn't shake the way Kurt did, and Artie suspected it was because of how long ago it had been since he last had wings. Even still, he did shudder slightly, growling against the wet flesh and gripped into Artie's hips even harder. Artie's hands slipped lower on the wet back, his hands sliding into the back of the wet boxer-briefs, pushing them down slightly as he did so, groping greedily at the revealed flesh. His thumbs followed the arch and swell of the perfectly round and taut buttocks, fingers trailing upward. His fingers had ever so slightly brushed over Lucifer's tailbone when the red head stopped moving, his whole body going still before he jolted and pushed his hips forward violently; to the point that Artie were sure if he were normal his hips would have cracked.
Artie's head fell back and a smirk overtook his lips as he couldn't help but exploit the sensitive spot again. Lucifer's choking moan and impatient, grinding hips making him crazy. “You wouldn't happen to have a tail, would you?”
“Shut up.” Lucifer snarled, wrenching Artie's head to the side and biting.
Artie screamed, high and long and loud, as Lucifer pulled away, mouth wet and red with blood. He crushed their mouths together and when he pulled away, Artie's tongue danced over his lips, hungrily lapping at the blood. In all his time with Lucifer, his blood filled fantasies of playing in it... Drinking it... Being covered in it... Had never come true.
”Do it...” Lucifer's voice whispered in his head, goading him. A flash from Lucifer's hand caught his eye and the other held out a gleaming knife.
Artie's eyes narrowed at the blade, hunger and desire running through his body. His fingers wrapped around the handle slowly, savouring the moment, before he quickly sliced a gash over Lucifer's chest. The red head hissed in pain as dark red blood dripped over his white skin. Artie dipped his head down, tongue lapping eagerly at the red fluid. He sucked along the wound, his body shivering with the jolts of electricity that burned through him from Lucifer's blood.
His teeth gnashed at the wound, as blood dripped down his chin, he sucked at Lucifer's chest. Feeling the other's hand wrap into his hair only encouraged him more. He drew back slightly, nuzzling against the bloodied, dampened breastbone before he rose his hand and dug the blade in again. His tongue probed the wound, suckling like a babe to a breast and whining as he pushed his hips needily to Lucifer's. He tasted so good, so intoxicating... So... It was like raw, untapped power running through his body, giving him the best rush; the best high.
A gasp sounded to their left and Artie made an annoyed noise, raising his eyes from their fixated spot on Lucifer's chest. His own chest was heaving, ising and falling rapidly in his dizzying lust. His pupils were blown wide from pleasure and his mouth and chin wet with trailing blood. His gaze fixed on two women - one about forty and one about twenty - both wrapped in bathrobes and staring at he and Lucifer in unabashed shock.
Lucifer's tongue lapped along his jaw, picking up the spilt blood before delving between his lips for an open mouthed kiss. Artie groaned his eyes fluttering as Lucifer's hand grasped tight to his hair, turning his head to the side so he could bite at the closing wound on his neck. Lucifer's lips were suckling softly before he rose his head, as if only now noticing the presences of the two women, who still stood, frozen, at the side of the pool.
Lucifer's head turned, eyes flashing an odd yellow-green as they slitted momentarily. “Do you mind?”
A shuddering gasp left the older woman's lips and she fled, the younger woman trailing behind.
Smiling, Lucifer dragged his tongue up Artie's neck before biting at his earlobe. “Now, where were we?”
~*~
“So... How do we play?” Kurt asked, walking hand in hand with Lucifer as they walked through the casino floor.
“You don't have to play, I just want to keep me company...”
“Okay.”
They walked up to Bobby's Room, as Kurt moved to wait in line, Lucifer just smiled and tugged him gently by the hand. They slid up the line, the person at the front wasn't being let in, despite all his sputtering.
“I'm sorry, sir, the room is full.”
“I am the British consulate! Do you have any idea how important I am?”
Lucifer smiled as he sidled up to the front of the line, standing beside the British consulate. “Room in there for two more?” He asked, tipping his head towards the man standing behind the velvet rope and slid his arm around Kurt.
“M-Mr. Morningstar!” The young man stuttered, his eyes widening. “Of course! Go right in.” He unclipped the velvet rope and Lucifer strode past with a smile, laughing as the British consulate made blubbery, annoyed noises.
Kurt just rested his head against Lucifer's shoulder. “Prideful, Luci, very prideful.”
Lucifer pinched Kurt in the side when he was called Luci, but smiled despite himself at the nickname. They found a table with one chair let free. Sitting in the chair, Lucifer smiled as he was dealt a hand, Kurt moved to kneel at Lucifer's side, but blinked when Lucifer pulled him into his lap. They got a few odd stares, but as people tossed in chips, most of them didn't care.
However, one man at the table took one look at Lucifer and ran out, sobbing. Lucifer rose a brow and watched as the man tripped over a stool before scrambling up and out of the room. “What's his problem?” He muttered, smiling a little. “He won.”
Kurt gave a short laugh, shaking his head. He looked down at Lucifer's hand, smiling a little as he spotted three cards that looked the same, that had to be good right?
Two players immediately folded their hands, and Lucifer threw in a handful of chips. He slid an arm around Kurt's waist and rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder, tossing in new chips every so often. Eventually all but one player folded and Lucifer knew he was bluffing. The pot was well over a hundred thousand dollars and he just smiled softly as the man finally cursed and folded. As Kurt raked in the chips, arranging them in neat little piles, each player tossed in the twenty thousand dollar ante.
“So...” One of the men started, lighting up a cigar and blowing out smoke as he settled his gaze on Lucifer. “Think you're hot, do ya?”
“Oh, I'm burning.” As Kurt giggled, Lucifer arranged his cards and smiled.
“And what's with your little lap dog?”
“Oh...” Lucifer carded a hand through Kurt's hair. “This is my pet. His name is Gabriel.”
“Your pet, eh?” The man looked up, smiling and leering in Kurt's direction. “Does he play well with others?”
Lucifer caught the man's hand before it came anywhere near Kurt and turned his ice blue eyes on him. “No. No he does not.”
“Christ!” The man wrenched his arm from Lucifer's steely grip and rubbed his wrist. “What the fuck was that for?”
“I don't like it when people touch my things.” Lucifer said simply, folding his hand.
“What's your name anyway...?” The guy drawled slowly, tossing in more chips.
“I have many names. But you can call me Mr. Morningstar.”
“Oh don't give me any of that pansy bullshit.” The man muttered, throwing his hand down as he lost. “What's your real name?”
“To my friends and my family I am Lucifer. To many others, I am known as Satan.”
The man gave a barking laugh as he took a swig of his rye, putting his glass back down slowly. “Right, I'm sitting here with the Devil and his newest pet, Gabriel.”
At the look from the red head, and the brunette sitting in his lap, the man's laughter ceased abruptly and he threw another handful of chips into the center of the table and downed the rest of his rye.
~*~
Artie was busy playing Halo while Lucifer and Kurt were gone. He was enjoying himself immensely. He had a big bowl of buttery popcorn and cold beer, things were good...
Until there was some sort of knee-jerk reaction, everything went white and the next thing he knew he was in a dimly lit room, a bunch of guys hanging around, and he frowned deeply. “What the Hell?”
“Dude.” One of the guys said, looking at Artie incredulously.
Artie looked down at himself and realized he was in a white triangle with little symbols. There was a pop, suck, bang and then Artie found himself looking in the direction of the noise and found Mephistopheles standing there, shirtless and dressed in a pair of jeans, looking just as confused as Artie.
“Dudes, it worked.”
“What the fuck is going on here?” Mephistopheles demanded, pushing against the barrier his triangle had created, testing his perimeter.
“He... He can't get out!” Another boy said, making Artie turn.
Artie was about to charge out but jumped when the was bumped back by an unseen force and frowned. Slowly, he reached out an arm and felt a wall there, invisible, but as solid as anything. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He was in the basement of a house, a very nice looking house, with about half a dozen guys, one of whom looked utterly terrified and one of whom looked smug. The smug one was grasping onto a sheet of papers.
Artie decided to calm down and play it cool. He crossed his arms and leaned against the barrier, looking at the boys. “What did you do?”
“It was Doug's idea!” The terrified boy squealed, as if he was in pain, pointing to the jock looking one who was holding the paper. Artie looked towards this Doug, lips pressed into a thin line for answers.
“I'm a theology student,” Doug announced proudly, and only then did Artie notice that in his other hand he held a beer.
“Uh-huh.” Artie said slowly, turning at a pop-hiss and frowning when he saw Mephistopheles smoking. Bastard! He wanted a cigarette... With a small bit of concentration and a blink of his eyes, he was holding a pack similar to Mephistopheles' and lighting a cigarette.
“Holy crap! How'd you do that?”
“Magic,” Artie muttered around his cigarette and took a long drawl.
“Can I have my cigarettes back?” Mephistopheles asked, annoyed.
Artie turned his head, exhaling slowly. “Later.”
“So... You really are a demon.” Doug asked, approaching the line of the triangle but never crossing it. Smart boy.
“He's a demon.” Artie said, jutting his thumb at Mephistopheles who gave him a 'what the hell, man' kind of look. “I'm not.”
“Oh, and what are you?”
Artie flicked his cigarette casually, giving a barely there notice to the ashes that settled along the white chalk line. He smiled pleasantly, taking in another draw of his cigarette. “Special.”
Doug just smirked a little and walked on over to Mephistopheles who was leaning against his own barrier, smoking.
“And what's your name?”
“Noah.”
“Your real name.”
“Mephistopheles.”
“From Faust?”
“Yeah. I really exist. Fancy that.” Mephistopheles muttered sarcastically, crushing his cigarette under his bare foot without even batting an eyelash.
“So, what did you use to summon us?” Artie asked, stretching his arms upward as he carefully flicked his cigarette down, watching as it broke the white line. “Lesser Key of Solomon? Greater Key of Solomon? One of the writings by a fifteenth century alchemist?”
“Something I looked up on the internet!” Doug called back, thrusting out the sheets at Artie. “I had a list of names and a bunch of matching signs and stuff, so I just picked two at random.”
Artie rose a brow before pinching the bridge of his nose. Leave it to a bunch of stupid, drunken frat boys to summon a few demons... or a demon and the Anti-Christ.
“Do you mind letting us go?” Artie asked. “We'll just be on our way and we can never speak of this again. I was in the middle of playing Halo, and I never got to hit pause. You guys have probably royally fucked up my score levels.”
“We will. We just want some stuff first.”
“Dude, I love Halo~!” Came a drunken scream from the back of the room.
“Want some stuff?” Mephistopheles questioned, rubbing his chin in thought. “What kind of stuff? Money? Cars? Power? Women?... Men?”
“Well... What can you give us?” Doug inquired, stepping close to Mephistopheles.
“Anything really... For a price.”
“Price?”
“He means your immortal soul,” Artie interjected, bored.
“Do you mind? I'm trying to talk business here?” Mephistopheles shot Artie a dirty look before looking back to Doug with a smile.
“Oh no. Don't think I'm about to make a Faustian pact.”
“No payment, no stuff.” Mephistopheles replied, shrugging casually.
“What about you? Special boy...” Doug smiled as he walked back over to Artie. “Can you give us anything?”
“Untimely gruesome deaths?”
“...No... I meant more along the lines of fame and power.”
“Ah... Well... For that I need your soul.”
“Wait...” One guy slurred out, stumbling up from his spot on the couch and pointing between Mephistopheles and Artie. “How do we know they can even give us stuff. I want proof!”
Artie looked to Mephistopheles who shrugged, and Artie waved his hand, a table filled with pizza appearing. Just as everyone dove to get it - for free it vanished.
“Proof?” Drunk guy just nodded, smiling. Artie looked back to Doug. “Ready to talk business yet? I don't have to take your soul, you know... I could just as easily take your first born child or... I could happily bend you over a table and pound into your ass until I'm satisfied.”
Doug looked taken aback, as if finally realizing that he was messing with things beyond his control. “W-what the fuck are you?”
Artie smiled, finally stepping across the broken line he had created. Doug stumbled back into another frat boy, his eyes wide. Artie's arm shot out, wrapping into Doug's hair and pulling him close, smiling. “I'm the fucking Anti-Christ.”
Boys scrambled back, and without even tearing his eyes from Doug's terrified gaze Artie caused a crack to appear on the floor, freeing Mephistopheles. He dug into his pocket and tossed Mephistopheles back his cigarettes and then straightened, releasing Doug with a smile.
“Now. What have we learned today?”
“W-what?”
“I said...” Artie leaned forward, caressing Doug's cheek, smiling. “What have we learned today...?”
“D-don't fuck with demons?”
“Very good...” Artie said, standing up straight and petting Doug's hair. “Now... I think that you guys should have the lesson solidified, don't you?”
“Um...” Doug looked like he was both about to cry and piss himself. “No?”
Artie frowned. “I think I should further teach the lesson.” He looked to Mephistopheles, who was smoking softly. “Anyone here catch you eye?”
“I like the bitch in the corner.” Mephistopheles replied, grinning as the blond boy pressed himself further against the wall with a sob and a shudder. As Mephistopheles strode towards him, other boys dove out of the way and Mephistopheles grabbed his wrist, yanking the slight boy against him. “Yeah. What about you?”
“Nah. Lucifer's pretty good at satisfying needs.”
“Is he ever,” Mephistopheles replied, chuckling.
“L-Lucifer?” Doug stammered, he was crying now, and Artie turned back to him.
“Yes. The Devil. He's very good in bed.”
“Oh..”
Artie smiled, licking his lips and crouched before the sobbing Doug. “You shouldn't have bothered. You shouldn't have fucked with things you don't understand. And now...” He stroked his fingers down Doug's cheek. “Now you're going to be punished.”
“No...”
“Yes.” Artie affirmed, nodding. “Tell me, Doug. Do you like dogs?”
“I... I guess...”
Artie stood up, walking over to Mephistopheles and smiling. He looked to the blond boy, shaking in Mephistopheles' arms and offered his hand. “Hi. Artie Abrams. Anti-Christ.”
“Why are you saying your name, what if we go to the cops?” Doug was standing on shaking legs now.
“Oh...” Artie paused to look thoughtful. “None of you will live... I should have mentioned that.”
Artie made a clicking noise with the back of his throat and three large, black, fierce looking dogs with glowing red eyes and snarling mouths appeared at his side. He bent down, stroking one on the head, it drooled, the liquid smoking when it hit the ground. Artie stood back up and made another clicking noise and with a loud bark, all three dogs were barrelling off. People tried to escape, climbing over furniture, attempting to climb out windows...
Each time a hellhound grabbed them by the ankles, dragging them screaming over the floor before they vanished into thin air, leaving their screams echoing off the white walls. Doug backed into a corner, all three dogs advancing in on him, snarling and drooling. He turned and they pounced, grabbing hold of his limbs and tearing and dragging as he screamed and vanished, the dogs vanishing moments later.
Artie sighed in satisfaction at the empty room, before looking to Mephistopheles, who was running his hands up and down the scared boy's neck. “I'll see you tomorrow?”
“Mm.”
“Have a good time tonight. Don't break him too hard.”
“Oh, I'll be good.”
With a hum-jerk Mephistopheles and his human were gone. Artie turned on his heel and followed.
Landing sprawled on his couch, Artie smiled. He picked up his beer and took a sip, before picking up his controller. A quick glance at the screen told Artie he had, in fact, paused his game. Taking another swig of beer, he unpaused, cocked his assault rifle and went killing with a laugh.