Eliot wasn't looking back at Sam though, but had his eyes closed as he conserved his energy for what was probably going to come next. For it wouldn't only be rape that followed, not with the Devil there and Sam under the spotlight. Eliot will have to be naive to think this will be like all the other times with Sam.

The other thing was he will never get used to being fucked despite the frequency it had happened over the last two months. What Sam was doing, preparing him quickly and with his own fucking blood was disgusting but wasn't exactly painful. At least, it was nothing compared to what Sam did to his chest, and Eliot didn't feel anything towards it.

He understood the urgency, the necessity, and he himself had done similar when he was forced to lay Sam out. When it felt like Sam was finished and was ready for the main show, Eliot opened his eyes again, not wanting to be caught off guard by what may be coming. It meant he was given an eyeful of Lucifer all over Sam, and even with his hands too low for Eliot's field of vision, he could guess what was happening below.

"Hey, Devil... Guess that means you're a voyeur too." Or all least Eliot hoped Lucifer was only watching. He found he minded it less being raped by Sam than by the Devil himself.