Who: Samandriel & Lucifer Morningstar What: Reuniting properly When: 9/16 Where: Their house Rating: High. Usual Samandriel warnings Status: Complete
Being able to sleep next to his eventual-fiancé was a luxury Samandriel wasn’t sure he’d ever have again. They’d not turned on the alarm and it was more lovely than Samandriel could say to sleep well into the afternoon all cuddled up with Lucifer. It didn’t matter that it was Monday and he was supposed to be at school. He didn’t even know if school knew he was still alive. They’d deal with that eventually.
For now, Samandriel stretched comfortably, his eyes opening slowly to take in his boyfriend. He leaned up and kissed the still sleeping angel almost as though he was afraid of waking him.
Lucifer, who hadn't slept in several days before this, was clearly making the most of it. He let out a little snuffing noise, turned his face into the pillow and then reached over to grab for Samandriel, pulling him closer and burying his face into the younger man's shoulder. Still asleep.
Samandriel smiled and pressed his nose to the side of Lucifer’s head. Maybe it was cheating to give him a dream of their wedding (okay, Samandriel’s dream of their wedding,) but he couldn’t really resist. Lucifer deserved something nice after everything they’d all been through.
Cheating probably required proper rules -- for this, there were none. In any case, Lucifer looked rather pleased in his sleep, half a smile on his lips and forehead smooth with no concerned wrinkles. His fingers looped easily around Samandriel's arm.
Gently, Samandriel nudged Lucifer onto his back again, shifting lower and taking the blankets with him so he could kiss slowly down the body of the angel he loved so very much.
Pre-angel, really. Lucifer moved easily enough, half murmuring something in his sleep before letting out a little noise of amusement at the kisses. Half asleep was still partly awake, and even if he didn't bother opening his eyes, there was some collection of wits involved. "Sam?"
Samandriel answered that question by running his tongue up the underside of Lucifer’s cock before taking the head in his mouth and stroking the rest of it. Maybe he should be accepting all the trauma he’d been through better, but he was pretty sure that the rest of his family needed him to at least pretend to be okay so that they could be okay too. That and he just wanted a few things to go back to normal or at least close to it.
It didn't take much longer than that for Lucifer to find himself actually awake -- blinking eyes at the ceiling and offering a moan of approval. A second later and he actually understood why he was moaning in approval.
"Christ-- Samandriel--" Really, he wasn't objecting.
Samandriel looked up at him, smirking more with his eyes than anything since his mouth was busy. He held eye contact only briefly before closing them again and giving the whole of his attention over to Lucifer’s cock, to the things he’d been taught to do with lips and tongue and hands to make everything feel just right for the other man. He had been a blank slate when he came to Lucifer, and was now shaped perfectly for him.
Not that it'd taken much -- Samandriel had been eager to learn and hadn't actually needed a ton of guidance. The young angel was naturally talented, and managed to fill in with imagination with anything he seemed to falter at.
This was not one of those things.
Groggy, but waking up sooner than expected, Lucifer wriggled and propped himself onto his elbow, reaching up with his free hand to run his fingers through the angel's hair.
Samandriel groaned with appreciation around Lucifer’s cock. He kept going for several long moments, working and teasing in turn before he pulled away with a soft pop and moved up Lucifer’s body to settle over him and smile down at him while he touched his face. “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured. “Did you have sweet dreams?”
Lucifer offered an almost sad sigh in automatic response. His boyfriend had a talented mouth, and he'd nearly forgotten. He'd thought he'd never be able to -- no. He wasn't going down that road of thought.
Instead, he offered a half sleepy smile and leaned forward a little to kiss the younger man. "I think I did."
Samandriel shifted his hips against Lucifer’s own, teasing him gently even while he still woke up. It was 3:30. He’d very much missed another day of school. He wasn’t too terribly worried about it. He stretched his wings out while they kissed. He didn’t think he’d ever tire of that.
3:30 was a ridiculous time to be waking up; Lucifer was sure he hadn't slept in so late since he was in his early twenties. He didn't see any reason to mind it though, thought not at all of work or school for either of them.
"Angel," he murmured, running his fingers over Samandriel's jawline and rolling his hips upward a little. "You're beautiful."
Samandriel groaned, arching with that roll of hips. “You’d say that even if he’d ripped all my feathers out or left permanent scars,” he whispered. He leaned in and kissed him gently, bringing his wings in tighter to shelter them both from nothing in particular.
He knew that Lucifer still saw what was done to Samandriel more than he saw Samandriel yet. They’d work on that even if they never spoke about it.
To Lucifer's credit, Samandriel had asked him not to speak on it. And so he wouldn't, not yet. Not until he thought Samandriel was ready. For now, he'd just try and have everything as normal as possible, and hoped it might be enough.
"I would," he agreed, brushing his lips over Samandriel's and reaching out a little to stroke his fingers along his wings. "And it would be the truth."
Samandriel closed his eyes to allow that touch. It was something that somehow felt far more intimate than any other touch he could experience. He leaned in and kissed his boyfriend again. “I’ve decided I’m going to ask you to marry me every day until my birthday when you’ll clearly have planned something fancy and amazing and you’ll get down on bended and no matter where we are, it’ll be perfect.”
Snorting out a little laugh, Lucifer arched a brow. "You've decided that, huh? Is it very necessary?" It wasn't. Because Lucifer had already planned on asking on Samandriel's birthday. The second his boyfriend turned eighteen, really.
He ran his fingers along those feathers again, and then moved to run his thumb against Samandriel's jaw. "I'm glad you're here, you know."
Samandriel turned his head to kiss Lucifer’s fingers. “I’m glad you killed him,” he whispered. He needed Lucifer to know that first and foremost. It might have been painful to think about or hear, but it needed to be said. Killing that Thing wasn’t the same as killing Samandriel.
Lucifer knew that. He did. He'd known from the very moment that Thing had sat in his living room, looking like it could give absolutely no fucks about ruining either of their lives with cruel words. He'd decided resolutely the second he'd sunk down to his knees next to Castiel and stared at those photos. He knew.
But it hadn't made it easy, either.
"It wasn't you," he said, tone soft, fingers still along Samandriel's jaw.
“Knowing it wasn’t me couldn’t have made it any easier to put a bullet between the eyes of something that looked exactly like me,” Samandriel said, kissing the inside of Lucifer’s wrist. He bent down to kiss along his jaw and neck. He caught his boyfriend’s earlobe between his teeth and tugged gently.
Making out sort of made this conversation easier, and that was a little weird, but not terrible. Closing his eyes, Lucifer sighed and ran his fingers down Samandriel -- catching each little bump of ribs and bone as he went.
"No," he agreed, "it wasn't easy. But it wasn't you, and I wouldn't have it continue to tarnish…" He trailed off, not really needing to finish that thought.
“It was systematically destroying the things I love and it needed to be stopped,” Samandriel murmured. “And that you would do that for me, regardless of the costs, means that yes, I do need to ask you to marry me every day until you beat me to it.”
At least Samandriel got it - the train of thought that Lucifer had had. It was heartening to know that there was no need for forgiveness, and that what had been done had to have been done.
"Well," he said, wrapping his arms around Samandriel's thin waist and rolling them over until he was on top. "If needs must, I certainly won't object."
Samandriel groaned, glad to be able to shift leverage to rock up against Lucifer instead. “Will you have me, Lucifer?” he asked, a question that nicely pulled double duty asking to be fucked and wed at the same time.
"Don't think I didn't catch that," Lucifer said, completely fondly. In response he rolled his hips forward a little more, offered a pleased little noise at the friction before nodding.
Lubricant was hardly difficult to grab for, just in the little drawer to the side. Lucifer very, very pointedly ignored everything else that drawer had to offer.
Samandriel decided that just this once, prep wouldn’t be his job. It could be Lucifer’s and he could lose himself in want on those fingers and not think about anything but the devil he loved.
“I’d never expect anything less from you,” he murmured before stealing a deep kiss.
Lucifer had decided that too, had decided from the get-go that he really just wanted this to be about Samandriel, and he'd do whatever he could to make the younger man happy. Not that he didn't usually try doing that in some regard, but it was a little different now, his focus changed slightly.
Even as they kissed, he slicked his fingers and readjusted his position over Samandriel, fingers flitting over his body, leaving little spots of wet and cool until he got to where he was going. He wasn't going the teasing route this time, just had the plan to do exactly what Samandriel had asked for.
Samandriel rewarded Lucifer with little gasps and moans, hips arching up into those touches. It was obvious how much he needed this, how much he wanted it words lost to whispers against the other man’s mouth. Please. Please, Lucifer. There was nothing more he wanted than this, than to know in all the ways possible that he and his love were okay, that they’d make it through this and whatever came next.
It shouldn't have been surprising in the least that what Samandriel wanted, he got. Lucifer would absolutely spoil the younger man if he was allowed to.
It didn't take long before he was prepped, but Lucifer took some extra time just slowly sliding his fingers in and out of Samandriel -- nearly distracted by how easy it was even though the little angel was still tight. "Okay?" he didn't really need to ask, but was never opposed to his own sense of pleasantry and manners.
“Yes,” Samandriel said, and the word was more whine than actual word. “Please, Lucifer. Need you.” He slicked his boyfriend himself, just wanted his hand around him as though that might urge him on faster somehow.
It did, really. There might have been a time that Lucifer could hold out -- could make Samandriel wait, and tease and have him practically begging first. But it wasn't now; wasn't something he could even imagine doing. He nodded, untangling hands and rearranging them until he was clinging to Samandriel's thigh, pushing in with a slow ease and making a noise that was nearly a whine, himself.
Samandriel watched him, wings stretching out even as he was near to tensing with anticipation as though he could bear both their weight and balance just so on the head of a pin nestled between his shoulder blades. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered once Lucifer was fully seated, reaching forward to touch his face. “Do you know that?”
"Of course you'd say that," Lucifer murmured -- but honestly it was just filling the space with noise, because he said it neither wryly or disbelievingly.
He was still for a moment -- too long, but getting used to this again -- and then he moved, short thrusts of hips came with the added bonus of tiny sighs.
Samandriel closed his eyes, letting the movement fill him like his music usually did. He missed his music. His life had been too silent for nearly a week. He filled the air between them with soft gasps and moans, not caring at all when, how or if he even got off. This was enough. This was home as it should be.
Samandriel found Lucifer’s mouth with his own, curled his wings forward to wrap them up together again. “Marry me,” he whispered against those lips, teeth brushing the lower one in what might have been playful any other time, but was really just terribly intimate.
The wings always made things more intimate -- like they separated the two of them completely from the outside world when Samandriel curled them like this.
Lucifer gasped softly, returned the kiss with little bites that he couldn't help even though he told himself he wouldn't hurt Samandriel, not ever. "Not yet," he murmured, but it wasn't a denial so much as a postponing and they both knew that.
Samandriel encouraged those bites, returning them playfully. “Then mark me,” he said, wanting to be able to shift his collar and see where Lucifer had been when he went back to work.
"I already have," Lucifer wasn't even sure how they did this -- full conversations in the middle of thrusts that were slowly but surely picking up a quicker, harder pace. "Or do you not like your ring?"
Samandriel’s moans punctuated those thrusts. “Love my ring,” he said, half way to broken already. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want a bruise on my throat to go with it.”
"Ah," Lucifer said it after a particularly sharp thrust, and it might very well have just been a sigh, and not a noise of understanding. Sometimes it was a bit hard to tell where one thing started and another ended.
But he acquiesced; nosing Samandriel's chin up a little and pressing a light kiss to his throat before sucking and biting at the spot in a way that would surely leave a bruised mark for some days to come.
Samandriel groaned lowly, enjoying the intimate touch, the way Lucifer’s stubble of a beard echoed the pull of his teeth. His hand slipped between them, stroking himself slow and steady while the fingers of his other hand knotted in Lucifer’s hair.
The bruise healed almost immediately. Samandriel couldn’t even stop it.
Well. That was a turn of events that shouldn't have been so surprising, but kind of was. The mark gone, Lucifer seemed determined to try again, even as they rolled their hips and he lost his breath. It didn't seem to matter though, he could always find more.
“Lucifer,” Samandriel moaned, pitching his hips back against the other man’s, hand moving faster while he lost himself in the intense way that his lover seemed to want to do everything in his power to give Samandriel the mark he so wanted but wasn’t going to happen. “Please...please, close.”
Breath hitching, Lucifer only moved faster and harder, his hips thrusting sharply until their angles and bones made it almost hurt -- in in a splendid sort of way that almost made him want to laugh. "Do it," he said, switching up his balance enough to lean on one arm, snake his other down to curl around Samandriel's hand and mirror the stroking.
Samandriel did, of course he did. He pulled back enough to look at Lucifer’s face, wanted that to be imprinted on his very soul while he came, to be the only thing he saw when he closed his eyes at night. This man. His man.
Lucifer kept their hands moving -- slow easy movements to ride through the climax -- still good, if not a little oversensitive. It didn't take much for him to follow right along; the elder angel breaking eye contact and huffing out little noises and words of praise into Samandriel's neck. So good. So perfect. Beautiful.
“I'm so glad you're here.”
Samandriel smiled and turned to steal a kiss while they caught their breath. “I’ll always be here with you,” he murmured in response to things that perhaps he wasn’t meant to hear. It didn’t matter that he was crying, or perhaps that Lucifer was crying. They didn’t need to talk about it. They had each other.