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Epilogue
Lucifer wandered through the broken hallways of the old building, feeling restless after being so long apart from his vessel. The one he wore was… itchy, uncomfortable, beneath him. He’d gotten used to the diversion, the game of molding Samuel into a form more suitable to his purposes, and now that that challenge had been blocked, he was rapidly becoming… bored.
Not that he didn’t possess unending patience – an eternity in the cage could make a saint out of a demon.
And not that he didn’t have plenty of other challenges to keep him occupied, but Samuel was… special. Lucifer longed for the day he could that he could truly possess the boy in every sense of the word. It had been a long time indeed that Lucifer could lay claim to that particular emotion. Hunger, lust, yearning... the ache of it tasted sweet on his tongue.
He entered the room and its lone occupant uttered some small profanity and scooted back into the corner, as if that might protect it from Lucifer’s desires. He gazed down at the pitiful creature, understanding why it wished for death, but also knowing that its desires were irrelevant. It was a bit pathetic how much the human creatures valued themselves.
A sudden bout of courage fueled the creature, and it lurched up, spitting a glob of spittle on Lucifer’s face. It remained standing, although its body shook with fear, as if there was something to prove here.
“Tim,” Lucifer murmured calmly. “I see Belphegor let you out to play.” He reached up and scrapped his fingers over the slime, wiping it from his face and running his dampened hand along the front of Tim’s filthy shirt.
Tim closed his eyes, a small whimper escaping him before he fell to his knees in submission, his bravery gone as abruptly as it had come. “Please,” he begged, “Let me go. I’m no threat to you. Or… or kill me, if that’s the only way out, but please don’t let me live like this anymore. What use do you have of me?”
“When I take control of the boy, he will want to see you suffer, make you pay for what you did to him. Who am I to deny my vessel that right?”
“It wasn’t me, you arrogant fuck! It was the demon!” Tim yelled.
“Well, who says the boy ever needs to know?” Lucifer’s mouth twitched in amusement, continuing, “And who says the boy will even care? It was your failures that let the demon have access to you. He will be cursing your name for eternity for his rape, and I intend to indulge him where I can.” Lucifer was tiring of the banter. It was time.
“Belphegor,” Lucifer growled, “You can’t hide inside of the human forever. Come out. Now.”
The human’s eyes immediately blackened. “I was not…” it started to protest.
Lucifer’s hand snapped out, gripping the demon around its neck and slamming it against the wall. “Silence,” Lucifer hissed, faintly annoyed that the demon had managed to raise his temper. “I have a wish to see my vessel; this should not require talking by you.”
“Yes, my lord,” the demon replied. Lucifer allowed it to pull free of his grip so it could abase itself before its God.
“That is better.” Lucifer placed his hands on either side of the creature’s head, sinking his fingers into its skull to root around for the images he knew were stored there. Belphegor screamed in agony, but it was of no concern to him. It didn’t take long before he found what he was looking for. “Good boy,” he murmured absently, patting the demon on the head as it sank down in abject misery, whimpering to itself. “You will continue to wait here for me.”
The building faded around him, to be quickly replaced by a darkened motel room that reeked of recent sex. With barely a thought, Lucifer ensured that the two men entwined in each other’s arms would remain sleeping for the next several hours; it would not do for him to be discovered now. The lights flickered on, bathing the two boys in a surreal glow. They were beautiful, the desperation they felt for each other clear even as they slept. Lucifer moved to Sam first, pressing his lips lightly against the side of the boy's face.
He took Dean’s hand and pressed it against Samuel’s naked chest, directly over the mark. The bond pulsed between them, warm and powerful, and both boys stirred slightly, moaning softly in their sleep. He smiled. Their connection was definitely getting stronger. He released Dean’s hand and moved around the bed, lying down and pulling Dean’s naked body against his own, letting his fingers skim across the muscled chest.
“Soon,” he murmured, letting the slight body heat warm him. “Soon, I will be able to start grooming you to say yes to Michael. Then, once Sam lets me in, Michael will be mine as well. Thank you.” Lucifer pressed a kiss against Dean’s neck, then dropped his hand down to take Dean’s dick in hand possessively. “Michael will never know what hit him.”
He jerked on Dean’s dick a few times, pleased when it started to fill for him. Pressing light kisses against Dean’s warm, sweat drenched neck, he began stroking in earnest. Lucifer let his mind drift as he worked, pretending it was his own brother in his hand. When Dean finally came, Lucifer moaned Michael’s name, holding himself off, but allowing Dean’s spunk to be added to what was already there. The boys would never suspect a thing.
Lucifer sat up and leaned over Dean, pressing a final farewell kiss to Sam’s lips. “Soon, child. Soon there will be nothing left for you to worry about.”
The lights flickered out.
Lucifer was gone.
~Le fin~
Part Twelve | Master Post
Epilogue
Lucifer wandered through the broken hallways of the old building, feeling restless after being so long apart from his vessel. The one he wore was… itchy, uncomfortable, beneath him. He’d gotten used to the diversion, the game of molding Samuel into a form more suitable to his purposes, and now that that challenge had been blocked, he was rapidly becoming… bored.
Not that he didn’t possess unending patience – an eternity in the cage could make a saint out of a demon.
And not that he didn’t have plenty of other challenges to keep him occupied, but Samuel was… special. Lucifer longed for the day he could that he could truly possess the boy in every sense of the word. It had been a long time indeed that Lucifer could lay claim to that particular emotion. Hunger, lust, yearning... the ache of it tasted sweet on his tongue.
He entered the room and its lone occupant uttered some small profanity and scooted back into the corner, as if that might protect it from Lucifer’s desires. He gazed down at the pitiful creature, understanding why it wished for death, but also knowing that its desires were irrelevant. It was a bit pathetic how much the human creatures valued themselves.
A sudden bout of courage fueled the creature, and it lurched up, spitting a glob of spittle on Lucifer’s face. It remained standing, although its body shook with fear, as if there was something to prove here.
“Tim,” Lucifer murmured calmly. “I see Belphegor let you out to play.” He reached up and scrapped his fingers over the slime, wiping it from his face and running his dampened hand along the front of Tim’s filthy shirt.
Tim closed his eyes, a small whimper escaping him before he fell to his knees in submission, his bravery gone as abruptly as it had come. “Please,” he begged, “Let me go. I’m no threat to you. Or… or kill me, if that’s the only way out, but please don’t let me live like this anymore. What use do you have of me?”
“When I take control of the boy, he will want to see you suffer, make you pay for what you did to him. Who am I to deny my vessel that right?”
“It wasn’t me, you arrogant fuck! It was the demon!” Tim yelled.
“Well, who says the boy ever needs to know?” Lucifer’s mouth twitched in amusement, continuing, “And who says the boy will even care? It was your failures that let the demon have access to you. He will be cursing your name for eternity for his rape, and I intend to indulge him where I can.” Lucifer was tiring of the banter. It was time.
“Belphegor,” Lucifer growled, “You can’t hide inside of the human forever. Come out. Now.”
The human’s eyes immediately blackened. “I was not…” it started to protest.
Lucifer’s hand snapped out, gripping the demon around its neck and slamming it against the wall. “Silence,” Lucifer hissed, faintly annoyed that the demon had managed to raise his temper. “I have a wish to see my vessel; this should not require talking by you.”
“Yes, my lord,” the demon replied. Lucifer allowed it to pull free of his grip so it could abase itself before its God.
“That is better.” Lucifer placed his hands on either side of the creature’s head, sinking his fingers into its skull to root around for the images he knew were stored there. Belphegor screamed in agony, but it was of no concern to him. It didn’t take long before he found what he was looking for. “Good boy,” he murmured absently, patting the demon on the head as it sank down in abject misery, whimpering to itself. “You will continue to wait here for me.”
The building faded around him, to be quickly replaced by a darkened motel room that reeked of recent sex. With barely a thought, Lucifer ensured that the two men entwined in each other’s arms would remain sleeping for the next several hours; it would not do for him to be discovered now. The lights flickered on, bathing the two boys in a surreal glow. They were beautiful, the desperation they felt for each other clear even as they slept. Lucifer moved to Sam first, pressing his lips lightly against the side of the boy's face.
He took Dean’s hand and pressed it against Samuel’s naked chest, directly over the mark. The bond pulsed between them, warm and powerful, and both boys stirred slightly, moaning softly in their sleep. He smiled. Their connection was definitely getting stronger. He released Dean’s hand and moved around the bed, lying down and pulling Dean’s naked body against his own, letting his fingers skim across the muscled chest.
“Soon,” he murmured, letting the slight body heat warm him. “Soon, I will be able to start grooming you to say yes to Michael. Then, once Sam lets me in, Michael will be mine as well. Thank you.” Lucifer pressed a kiss against Dean’s neck, then dropped his hand down to take Dean’s dick in hand possessively. “Michael will never know what hit him.”
He jerked on Dean’s dick a few times, pleased when it started to fill for him. Pressing light kisses against Dean’s warm, sweat drenched neck, he began stroking in earnest. Lucifer let his mind drift as he worked, pretending it was his own brother in his hand. When Dean finally came, Lucifer moaned Michael’s name, holding himself off, but allowing Dean’s spunk to be added to what was already there. The boys would never suspect a thing.
Lucifer sat up and leaned over Dean, pressing a final farewell kiss to Sam’s lips. “Soon, child. Soon there will be nothing left for you to worry about.”
The lights flickered out.
Lucifer was gone.
~Le fin~
Part Twelve | Master Post
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I want Dean groomed. Pretty please?
I loved this so much and I'm so thrilled to see you've posted! Gonna go back and read from the beginning because it definitely needs a read through just for pleasure.
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This was amazing, but so horrible too-though of course you meant it to be that way. Angst is kind of your forte.
Keep up the good work!
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For my sanity, I choose to believe this ended with part 12 and the epilogue is just... a nightmare or something
leave me alone, my fragile fangirl mind can't handle it.I think it helps that I read your updates about it and already kind of thought that Lucifer would still manage to get his way in the end of it all.
OMG, this hurt so much I cried. I spent the majority of the past couple nights flailing and sobbing and I love you for it. WOW. I finished it and I didn't know what I was feeling anymore. What Sam went through is so painful and horrific and Dean being oblivious made it hurt that much more but I'm so glad that he finally got a clue later and became the protective guy he'd been before Hell. And thank you so much for getting some comfort in there. I don't know what I would have done without it because I would have read it anyways and now at least I know Sam has Dean to curl up next to every night.
So very worth the wait, WOW. Amazing piece of fiction, man. ~AMAZING~
You are made of win.
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And since you left me such a lovely comment, I will proceed to get off my ass and write you Shifter!Dean/Sammy angst. \o/
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DUDE!
You're seriously trying to kill me. What the heck--they were betrayed? Or did Cas underestimate Lucifer's power? You ripped my poor little heart to tatters and in the end, set fire to the tatters! Damn. Please tell me that's not the end--no, no--don't tell me anything, I don't want to know!
Sam's story was horrible and heart-breaking, it really was, and at first I just wanted to drop kick Dean through the wall. But then we learn more about Dean and what his time in hell was like or rather, we find out that he's been dealing with more or less having had his life in *and* before hell separated from him. It makes everything about how he reacted to Sam make so much more sense.
What he does for Sam is a real sacrifice of love, because without a doubt, neither of them would have come to that place on their own. Lucifer took Sam's mildly sexual sort of curiosity about Dean, his dependence on him, and twisted it into that. I felt that at first Lucifer didn't really get what Dean meant to Sam but that he eventually used it to set up that situation to get get what he wants--Sam as his vessel and Michael as his lover.
At the end, I felt like all along I'd been reading one story, and then found out that it had really been about something else all along, if that makes sense. I enjoyed this story very much--in a way that made me snivel, had me wincing and cringing quite a bit--at times I had to stop and take many breaths, and I yelled, omg, poor Sam' a lot--but it was a very good story, and had me by the neck the whole way through.
Thank you for sharing this, and sorry for the long-winded, windy kind of comment.
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Also, long-winded, windy kind of comments are my favorite, so thank you!
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Thank you!!
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I think the first story of yours I read was Issue of Consent. Read everything and love it. but this? Twisted, demented, painful, and absolutely nail biting.
Have to go share with my friends now. And re-read it to make sure I didn't miss anything.
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It turned out wonderful. You really are a gifted writer!
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You were an awesome cheerleader, baby! I couldn't have done it without you! ::Hugs you tight::
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However, this was still an amazing story! You really are a master of angst, hon xD I really enjoyed reading it.
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Thank you!!! :)
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As for the epilogue -- let him try it. They'll win in the end.
Really wonderful fic. Thanks.
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I need to praise you, because of the brilliance of how you tear Sam's reality to pieces and make him so uncertain of everything---I actually had a dream last night where I was not sure if I was crazy or not. Reality was not a solid thing for me and I woke up a complete mess and literally had to text people to find out what had happened the night before to see if it was a dream or if I really was going nuts and seeing fireworks that weren't actually there. O_o
This was so brilliantly done, I just...*flail* The weave of what Sam believes and what Dean believes and just details that as I was reading I was like 'Fuck I'd never think of putting detail like that in!' and the utter lack of censory for gore! Yum!
There were only a few parts that made me stop, one being near the end when all of Sam's injuries spring up on him at once--you have his eyes popping again, but then a few paragraphs later he can see again. I'm not sure if I missed something, or what, but that threw me a little. The whole scenario at Grand Canyon messed with me too (though perhaps just a show of your brilliance?) because I was sure that it was another hallucination/dream of Sam's because Dean's snapping at him didn't make sense, but the entire thing was soooo good. I saved it in my memories. I love it. I actually winced because when Nick/Lucy was putting the leg cuffs on the first time, the way it was described, I was thinking 'Holy fuck he's going to amputate his legs!!!' lol
Now, have you joined spn_dark_vault? Because, I don't know about your other fics, but this one definately would have an audience there. ( http://spn-dark-vault.livejournal.com/profile ) And I will praise it like crazy. =D
*bows down to you*
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
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Hum, as too your two stumbling parts - I'll have to go back and see if I need to clarify.
The thing with Sam reliving his injuries - this was Lucifer making Sam re-experience everything he went through, but it was more dream-like than reality at that point, both because Dean's presence weakened Lucifer's hold over Sam, and also because Lucifer didn't want to actually pulverize Sam - just wanted to make him pliant, and throw what he'd done to Sam in Dean's face. So, yeah, Sam re-experienced his eyes bursting, but it didn't actually happen twice.
At the canyon... Sam had been slipping into depression, letting his mental wounds incapacitate him. So Dean purposely set out to shock Sam into anger so that Sam could fight his way back. Dean knows his brother better than anyone, knows that anger will keep Sam focused on the end-game, and given the looming apocalypse, Sam had to get back in the game.
I'm a long time member of the dark vault. It rocks. You'll find most of my stuff posted there. :)
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/speachless/ Omg.
I don't know if I should be angry at you or love you for that ending. Just damn. Also it hit sooo many of my not exactly kinks but angst-spots? I dunno what to call it. But...damn.
It was amazing. I loved and hurt for Sam all throughout; and poor Dean trying to figure it all out; he's only human after all.
(Is it wrong that the last scene was totally wrong-hot? /blushes/ I feel dirty now...)
Thank you for writing that wonderful story dear <3
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And yes, I agree. Poor Dean. He was being manipulated just as much as Sam was, even though he never realized it, and now he has the guilt of Sam's ordeal to carry around on top of everything else. ::pets him::
You are welcome to join me in my special hell for thinking the ending was hot. We should have lots of company. ::Grins::
You are very welcome, my dear! ::blushes:: And thank YOU for the day brightening comment! ♥
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I don't even have the words to explain how beautiful and painful this was. It was epic, and so well written. I could picture the story as you crafted it as I read it.
Excellent work. Speechless. Thanks for sharing.
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Sam's self-loathing was so painful to read. I just wanted to hug him--and get him some freaking medical attention!
So glad Dean finally stopped making assumptions born from anger and hurt and went into Sam's dream to find out what was really happening.
And just when everything was settling down, Lucifer is up to something eeeevil again. Uh-oh!
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Oh, Lucifer was up to evol from the very beginning. He just forced me to let everybody know at the end. Also? It's possible I find the idea of Lucifer/Michael kind of pretty. :) Thanks for commenting, love!
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As to the piercings, you pretty much got it right. I didn't picture the sound being quite that long, but other than that, yes. The description of it all was complicated by the fact that Sam couldn't see what the hell was going on, and his knowledge in this area was pretty sparse. From my research, his piercing would have been more than a bit risky in terms of complications, but I figured that since Lucifer could simply heal him, I could hand-wave that. :)
As much as I love Dean, I was pretty angry with him at the beginning of Season 5, because I totally expected the bad guys to take advantage of Sam's abandonment. Turns out I didn't have much to worry about, but I suppose this story was my way of seeing that threat through and working out Dean's motivations for myself. ::cuddles them both::
Lucifer burning off the tattoo and leaving that burn is one of my favorite images, so I'm thrilled it came across well. \o/
So in conclusion, thank you for leaving such an awesome comment!!!! ♥
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That was quite a ride, varkelton! Sam's nightly torment, combined with the offered mercy of fake!Dean. *shivers* I woke up one morning not able to see because of a severe allergic reaction, and it was terrifying - you captured the panic and helplessness of that blindness well in Sam's story.
Ad I felt for Dean here - so betrayed, trying to be the man he remembered from before Hell, but not able to do it without the Sam he remembered. With Lucifer's lies feeding into his anger the whole time. *hisses*
And that mornign when Sam woke up thinking he'd said Yes, with no idea of what was real and what wasn't, UGH.
Not a fun read. But a good one!
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Sorry this wasn't so fun to read - my muse has been stuck in the dark for a while now, but I'm very pleased you thought it was good despite that. :)
Lucifer is a nasty, nasty villain in my head, and he seemed to be all about the manipulation and taking away everything that gave Sam confidence in himself for the entire story. Truthfully, I'm a bit relieved that I'm finally able to take a break from him, although the thing I'm writing now for abused_sammy promises to be pretty dark as well, lol.