"Why do you people think I can do that?" Lucifer asked, as though he really cared for the answer. Instead, he took a tight grip on Eliot's jaw, peering down at him. "You know, I was going to do you myself, but seeing as Sammy's here, and he's out of practice..."
The words struck ice right through Sam. He froze on the spot, still halfway stepped toward the table from before, and shrunk back instantly, recoiling from Eliot and from the suggestion. Out of practice. It wasn't sex Lucifer wanted him for, it was torture. He was supposed to torture Eliot. After yesterday, after everything Eliot had done for him? Sam wanted nothing but to curl up on himself, but he knew how to obey orders. He knew what would happen to him if he didn't.
Lucifer didn't just have control over his body, after all; he had control over his mind. He could make him see things, feel things, turn his insides out with a thought, then put him back together to do it all over again. Sam knew that he had no choice, but God, he wanted nothing less in the world. If only he could throw himself on that blade instead.
The archangel peeled away from Eliot to come to Sam's side, grabbing him by the back of the neck so hard that Sam briefly thought he might squeeze his head off. Instead he was steered forward, until his thighs bumped into the edge of the table. He put his hands out to stop himself being pushed right down over Eliot, and the Devil finally let him go.
"I don't have to ask you twice, do I?" Lucifer growled. Sam just hunted out Eliot's eyes, terrified, as much wanting to ask for permission as he was afraid of finding his gaze, and Eliot seeing how obedient he was going to be; how he wouldn't say "no", no matter what was put in front of him. He was ashamed of himself for that.
no subject
The words struck ice right through Sam. He froze on the spot, still halfway stepped toward the table from before, and shrunk back instantly, recoiling from Eliot and from the suggestion. Out of practice. It wasn't sex Lucifer wanted him for, it was torture. He was supposed to torture Eliot. After yesterday, after everything Eliot had done for him? Sam wanted nothing but to curl up on himself, but he knew how to obey orders. He knew what would happen to him if he didn't.
Lucifer didn't just have control over his body, after all; he had control over his mind. He could make him see things, feel things, turn his insides out with a thought, then put him back together to do it all over again. Sam knew that he had no choice, but God, he wanted nothing less in the world. If only he could throw himself on that blade instead.
The archangel peeled away from Eliot to come to Sam's side, grabbing him by the back of the neck so hard that Sam briefly thought he might squeeze his head off. Instead he was steered forward, until his thighs bumped into the edge of the table. He put his hands out to stop himself being pushed right down over Eliot, and the Devil finally let him go.
"I don't have to ask you twice, do I?" Lucifer growled. Sam just hunted out Eliot's eyes, terrified, as much wanting to ask for permission as he was afraid of finding his gaze, and Eliot seeing how obedient he was going to be; how he wouldn't say "no", no matter what was put in front of him. He was ashamed of himself for that.