"Lucifer," Sam repeated. "The archangel. The devil. My master."
Sam actually looked frightened. He'd gone pale, clearly aware of something that Eliot wasn't, and a few moments later he was back on his feet, pushing the cage door closed and turning the key. He hung it around his neck, with shaking hands, and moved over to the bed, kneeling down at the foot of it as though in prayer.
That was when Lucifer entered, barely even looking at Eliot as he strode over to the bed. His hand curled in Sam's hair, stroking almost tenderly.
"Hello, puppy. Busy day? You haven't even washed up."
Sam mentally cursed himself, flinching just enough that Lucifer felt it.
"It's okay, I know you've been working hard. You don't have to bathe until tomorrow. Face on the bed."
It was a threat, and Lucifer flicked his hand out, summoning a pair of chains out that lashed themselves around Sam's wrists, throwing him forward, pinning him down. Lucifer moved up behind him, loosening his fly. A moment later - without hesitation, without pause - he was forcing himself upon a soundless Sam, thrusting deep and steady, growling softly into his ear, grunting insults. Just before he came, Lucifer pulled free, spilling himself across Sam's back.
He patted him on the shoulder, gently, murmured something else at him - possibly a goodnight - tucked himself away, and left, leaving Sam chained, filthier, ass still up in the air.
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Sam actually looked frightened. He'd gone pale, clearly aware of something that Eliot wasn't, and a few moments later he was back on his feet, pushing the cage door closed and turning the key. He hung it around his neck, with shaking hands, and moved over to the bed, kneeling down at the foot of it as though in prayer.
That was when Lucifer entered, barely even looking at Eliot as he strode over to the bed. His hand curled in Sam's hair, stroking almost tenderly.
"Hello, puppy. Busy day? You haven't even washed up."
Sam mentally cursed himself, flinching just enough that Lucifer felt it.
"It's okay, I know you've been working hard. You don't have to bathe until tomorrow. Face on the bed."
It was a threat, and Lucifer flicked his hand out, summoning a pair of chains out that lashed themselves around Sam's wrists, throwing him forward, pinning him down. Lucifer moved up behind him, loosening his fly. A moment later - without hesitation, without pause - he was forcing himself upon a soundless Sam, thrusting deep and steady, growling softly into his ear, grunting insults. Just before he came, Lucifer pulled free, spilling himself across Sam's back.
He patted him on the shoulder, gently, murmured something else at him - possibly a goodnight - tucked himself away, and left, leaving Sam chained, filthier, ass still up in the air.