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For Warnings and Summary, see 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
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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