Sympathy for the Devil

 

 

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Chapter 12

 

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Tags; oral, anal, rimming, DP

 

 

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Sprawled out on the bed in Lucifer's room, Dean found he was about as content as he could get with the situation he was in. If it weren't for the fact that Lucifer was ruling things, he would actually be happy. Lying there, he had a tray full of his favorite munchies standing by the bed. Sammy was sprawled out beside him, head resting on his hip, one arm draped over one of his thighs, sleeping. Chien was lying beside him, the dog's head resting on his stomach while he shared fries with the animal. He was, once more, watching that adult soap opera that he was now good and hooked on. Though it was gay oriented, something he hadn't thought he would like, he was enthralled by it. Everyone was leaving them alone to do what they wanted. This was great! The only thing that threw off the illusion that all was well happened to be the fact that every few hours Lucifer would show back up in the room to be close to Sam for a while. Beyond that, it was good.

 

For the last couple days, he and Sam, other than short jaunts, had stayed in the room for the most part. Bobby and Cas didn't seem to think anything of it since he could spend time alone with Sam without Lucifer there. Nor was Dean going to say anything else. There had been one more instance of some sexual play with him and Sam while they were alone, nothing big, more of a mutual stroke thing, but that was all. On his end, he was still dealing with the guilt and fallout that came from 'going there' with his brother. That, in and of itself, wasn't going to lend to him jumping in with both feet. Sam didn't seem to be having an issue with it but he was. From his brother's end, he supposed that Sammy having been with Lucifer for so long lent itself to the fact that his brother was fairly jaded about a great deal anymore. Shit, after you had sex with the devil himself, your brother probably didn't matter much. Though, in the past, there would be all kinds of recriminations to Sammy about doing such a thing, Dean found that he couldn't do it this time. He supposed, if he looked at it from Sam's perspective, he could understand why it happened. Shit, even he had walked into one of Lucifer's plots without even thinking about it. Sammy sometimes didn't have the judgment to avoid things that he should. And if he had walked into it, Sammy would have as well.

 

Refusing to dwell on that, Dean snagged another handful of fries then, after tossing another one to Chien, began to eat them, eyes glued to the TV. While doing that, with his free hand, he stroked Sammy's hair. This was wrong, the whole situation, especially the sex bit with his brother, but Dean found that he couldn't find it in himself to really care. The guilt he would get over because the overwhelming want of his brother was something that he was going to give into again, that he knew.

 

During a scene where not much was going on, he glanced down at his brother and couldn't help but grin. Even as big as Sammy was, he still looked so much like the kid he used to be when he slept. His face was unlined and he looked at peace, like he didn't have a care in the world. Running his fingers through his brother's hair again, he shook his head. The only thing he could see that was wrong right now, beyond the obvious, was that Sam was sleeping more than usual. From what Lucifer had told him, that would be normal. It was taking a great deal of Sam's energy to do what was happening. In a week or so, he would get used to it and things would go back to normal. Until then, Dean just had to get used to these naps was all. That was fine, he could deal with it.

 

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About an hour later, as Sam was starting to stir slightly, Dean leaned back against the headboard of the bed, groaning softly. Though he wasn't into men and really hadn't watched more than a few scenes of two guys doing anything that were in whatever movie he was viewing at the time, the scene that had just ended this episode of the series had him all hot and bothered. It had been a fairly steamy scene with two of the main characters in it, both guys, that had him quite aroused! Not only that, it was putting ideas in his head about things he wanted to do with Sammy. The guilt was there, it was, but this seemed to be overriding that. Shit, he was so hard he was ready to go for it now! He was, though, going to wait to see what Sam wanted to do. Though, jumping Sammy's bones might come into it.

 

Groaning softly, Sammy came to, pushing himself up. After a mumbled something or other that Dean could only make out the word bathroom in, his little brother eased off the bed and headed in that direction, staggering slightly. Sipping at the beer he had sitting on the small table beside the bed, he grinned and shook his head, waiting for him to come back.

 

After a couple minutes, Sam staggered back in then flopped on the bed with a groan before sliding up to sit next to Dean, rubbing his eyes.

Shaking his head, Dean asked, “Want me to send for some coffee or something for you? You look out of it, dude.”

 

With a shake his head, Sam said, “Naw. There's some juice in the mini-fridge. That's all I want.”

 

Without thinking about it, Dean bailed off the bed and headed to grab it. Chien came with him, whining in a way Dean could tell meant that he wanted to go out. Opening the door to the room, he let the dog go, assuming that, like always, Chien could get across to whoever took care of that end of things what he wanted. Snagging the juice, he headed back into the other room then handed it to his brother before sliding back into the comfortable bed himself.

 

Taking it with a grateful nod, Sam cracked it open then took a deep drink. Sighing contentedly, he slumped slightly, leaning his head back against the headboard, feeling better.

 

Still grinning, Dean shook his head. “Dude, with the way you're acting, you would think we wore you out again like we did that first day.”

 

Shooting Dean an evil look, Sam grunted then said, “This takes a bit of energy you know. You don't realize it at first but...”

 

“Yeah, I think I'm starting to get that. It's worth it, though,” Dead nodded.

 

Nodding, Sam said nothing, taking another deep drink then sighing with contentment.

 

Looking Sam up and down, Dean was seriously pondering jumping his brother right there but held off. Let the poor guy wake up a bit before he did that one. Clearing his throat, looking at the TV, he said, “Dude, that series is really good. Normally, it's so not my thing but it's something that holds your interest!”

 

“Yeah, it's good! Even Lucifer likes it. When you get caught up to where I am watching it, we'll sit and watch the rest together, how does that sound?” Sam asked, smiling a bit.

 

“I'd like that,” Dean chuckled. “Shit, I can't even believe I'm watching something like that since I normally wouldn't but it's good!”

 

“Yeah, it is. I hadn't even heard of it before but someone snagged it and I've been hooked ever since,” Sam told him with a shrug, polishing off the last of the juice. Unable to help himself, the younger Winchester glanced over and couldn't help but see Dean was hard. As he was wearing nothing but boxers, it was rather difficult to miss. Grinning slightly as he leaned over and tossed the container into the trash, he said, voice soft, almost a mumble, “From the look of things, you really enjoyed it too, especially the steamy parts.”

 

Groaning, Dean rolled his eyes then gave a sheepish grin, “Well, it was hot. What can I say?”

 

“Yeah, that it is, I'll concede that,” Sam chuckled. “Normally, I don't like those kind but it's a good one.” Leaning back against the headboard, Sam moved on, “What episode you up to?”

 

“Still on the first season but up to like eleven I think,” Dean told him, eying his brother, unable to contain the wicked grin that was there.

 

“You're almost up to where I am then. I'm on the second episode of season two.”

 

Nodding, Dean said nothing, wondering what to do next as he took another sip of his drink. After setting the bottle aside, he leaned back against the headboard. Normally, he had no issue getting across to anyone that he wanted to do something sexual but this was different. It was Sam. He didn't have to work to pick him up, use pickup lines or whatever though he wasn't sure how to go about it either. It was beyond what he was used to. Being who he was, though, knowing Sam wasn't having some of the issue he was, especially with the comment he had made, he decided to go about it the Dean Winchester way and move on from there.

 

Leaning over towards Sammy, he slipped a hand behind his neck then pulled him into a searing kiss. If this didn't let Sammy know what he wanted, nothing would! After breaking it off, he just looked at him, a cocky grin on his face.

 

Unable to help himself, Sam chuckled, “Dude, I was wondering when you were going to get over your angst about things and get with the program.”

 

“I think it's gone, Sammy, cause I’m about to fuck the living shit outta ya'.” Dean told him, using that voice he always did with the ladies, the one they seemed to like so much. After that, he moved over to straddle his brother then kissed him again, thrusting his tongue into his mouth as he did.

 

Moaning into Dean's mouth, Sam put his hands on his brother's waist and held onto him. He wanted this bad enough that he was going to make sure Dean didn't get cold feet in the middle of it. From the feel of his brother's erection, he didn't think it would happen but there was always that chance.

 

Feeling as though his whole body, including his damned hair, was throbbing, Dean moaned in Sam's mouth. Oh, fuck yes, this felt good. He wanted more though, much more. Pulling back, he looked at Sam then gave another cocky grin. Backing off, he wiggled out of his boxers. That, in and of itself, was a relief. Though they were comfortable, nice and loose, they felt way too tight right now. After tossing his aside, he went to work getting Sam's off of him. Once that was done, he decided to do tsomething he never, in the past, could ever see himself doing. Lying down on the bed, stroking his own hard flesh slowly, he leaned over and gave the head of Sam's cock a lick. Something in that show, when they got to the part where the one guy was sucking on the other, was something he decided he wanted to try. The way he saw it was he had eaten enough pussy over his life, loving the reaction women had when he did it, so he wanted to give this a try as well.

 

On Sam's end, when Dean's hot tongue touched his flesh, he let out a loud groan and put a hand on the back of his brother's head. Eyes sliding shut, he groaned loudly, trying to keep his hips from thrusting upwards. “Yes, Dean!” He managed to hiss out through clenched teeth, eyes sliding shut.

Alright, that was a good reaction if he ever heard one! The sounds from Sam seemed to send a long, slow throb through his whole body. Grinning, unable to help himself, he gave another slow lick down his brother's cock then took the head of it in his mouth, sucking gently on it.



Unable to stop it, Sam's hips thrust up a bit, the sensations being such that he wanted more. Whimpering from what he was feeling, his hand tightened slightly on the Dean's head. Though he wanted to lose himself in the sensations, he didn't. He wanted Dean to feel the same thing. With a great deal of self control, more than he thought he had, he pushed his brother away then said, “Hang on a second, Dean.”



Sitting up slightly, Dean was about to protest when Sam flopped on his side and situated himself. Feeling Sam pull him closer, then his own cock being licked, Dean groaned and got what his brother was going for. Though he wasn't certain that either of them had enough self control for this to last long, he went with it. As Sam's cock was right in front of his face, he reached out then grabbed hold of it, taking it back in his mouth. Though he hadn't done this before, he had been on the receiving end enough that he took clues from that as to what to do and went about it how he enjoyed having it done.

 

Taking Dean's cock in his mouth, Sam moaned around it while he bobbed his head, sucking on his brother's hard flesh. With deft fingers, he, while holding Dean's cock with one hand, began to lightly tickle his brother's balls with the other, feeling the skin pucker and as though it were thickening while he did it. After deep throating him a couple times, sucking hard as he did, he pulled his mouth off Dean's cock then moved his head down and began to lap at his balls. This was something he, himself, liked so he thought his brother would as well.

Alright, Dean didn't know where Sammy had learned to do what he was doing to him but, at this moment, he wanted to shake their hand then thank them for it. It felt fucking wonderful! Holding onto Sam's cock, he kept doing what he was with that then reached down and put his free hand on his brother's head. Moaning around the piece of meat in his mouth, Dean continued to bob his head, wondering if he should let this go on or move along to something else. Though, honestly, he was sure they should or he might not be able to keep hold of his self control, he didn't, wanting to see what else Sam had in store for him.

 

Relishing in the sounds that Dean was making, Sam continued to tongue-bathe his brother's balls while ensuring he kept his hand moving on his cock. Once Dean's balls were wet, he took one in his mouth and gently sucked on it, letting his tongue roam over it as he did. After a couple minutes, he switched and did the same with the other. While doing that, an idea came to him, something he wanted to try but wasn't sure how his brother would react to it. He was going to push on though because, seriously, if Dean kept up with what he was doing, he was going to come. That he didn't want yet. He was certain his brother wanted something else too so he didn't want to end this too fast, sure he would like what was coming just as much.

 

Feeling his whole body throb, a sharp tingling dancing up and down his spine, something that seemed to pool into a ball of liquid heat in his belly, Sam pulled back then managed to get Dean's mouth off his cock. Panting heavily, he groaned out, “Dude, you gotta stop or you're gonna get a mouthful.”

 

Panting heavily, Dean flopped on his back, whole body seeming to be one huge throb, Dean nodded, “Gotcha, dude, same here.”

 

Grinning wickedly, Sam slid over then pushed Dean's legs apart before slipping between them. Slipping his arms under Dean's thighs, he spread them, having Dean prop his knees on his shoulders. Peering down, he could see Dean's asscheeks spread how he wanted them so he lowered his head then began to run his tongue up and down the crack before zeroing in on his asshole. Focusing on that, he started tonguing it roughly.

 

Alright, Dean was a jaded being. He would admit that to anyone. When it came to sex, there was very little in this world he hadn't tried but this... this was something he hadn't even thought of because he hadn't thought it would feel good. The mere thought of it was something that he found distasteful. But, holy shit, did it feel fucking good! Reaching down, he put a hand on Sam's head and groaned out his name. “Fuck, dude! Don't stop!” Though it felt amazing, something he wasn't sure he wanted to stop, it wasn't something that that was going to bring him off though. For that, he was thankful. It did make his whole body pulse with pleasure though.

 

Trying not to grin, Sam continued to bathe is brother's asshole with his tongue, doing it slightly harder than before, knowing that it would increase the sensations Dean was feeling. While doing that, he tried to keep from grinding his own throbbing cock onto the bed beneath him. He was so turned on by the whole thing that it wasn't going to take much to bring him off. That he didn't want yet.

 

Alright, it was official; Dean couldn't take much more of this shit. Nothing was touching his cock, usually the only way for him to get off but this... fuck! If it kept up, he was going to come whether something was touching his cock or not. That he didn't want.

 

After a long, slow, rough lick from Sammy, Dean was done. Groaning loudly, he sat up and pulled away. “Dude, fuck! That was good. But I ain't cumming until I'm buried in that ass of yours!”

 

Unable to help himself, Sam grinned as he sat up. “I take it you liked that then?”

 

Reaching out, Dean grabbed a handful of Sam's hair and yanked him close. “Fuck yes!” He growled before giving Sammy a kiss.

 

Kissing his brother back, Sam slipped an arm around him, holding him close. This time, though, it was him that broke it off. Looking at Dean, he groaned, “Fuck me,” softly.

 

That was all the encouragement Dean needed. He wanted to get off so badly his balls were starting to ache. Any thoughts that he shouldn't be doing this were long gone. Pulling back, he growled, “Get on all fours.” Though he liked the thought of doing it missionary and looking down into Sammy's face while he fucked him, he wanted something more animalistic. Doggie was going to be perfect for that.

 

Sam didn't need to be told twice. Moaning, eyes sliding halfway shut, He quickly got into position, spreading his legs, propping himself up on his hands. Looking over his shoulder, he waited for his brother to get to it.

 

Panting heavily, Dean fumbled in the bedside drawer to find the lube he knew was there. With shaking hands, he managed to get the lid open and some dumped onto his palm. Rubbing it onto his cock, he then slid up behind Sammy. With shaking fingers, he eased two into his brother's ass then began to pump them in and out. Prep for this, as he knew from doing it with females, was something that took time. Right now, he didn't have the patience for that. He just hoped like hell that Sammy had done this enough that the normal amount wouldn't be needed.

 

Arching up when he felt Dean's fingers enter him, Sam hissed at the slight burn that always came with such a thing but was too impatient and turned on to let it go on for long. All he could think about was he wanted to feel Dean in him now. “Dude, don't worry about that. Just do it!” He grunted out, thrusting back on the fingers.

 

Figuring there was going to be some pain involved if he didn't do this all the way, Dean was going to go with what Sammy wanted anyway. Pulling his fingers out, he grabbed his cock then held it to Sam's asshole. Gritting his teeth, trying to keep control of himself, he began to ease it in with a steady pressure. Fuck did it feel good! As the tight heat surrounded him, he let out a loud moan, eyes sliding shut.

 

Hissing at the serious burn that accompanied the entrance, Sam shook slightly, eyes screwed tightly shut. Yeah, it was a bit more than normal but nothing that was that painful or made him want to stop. Instead of panicking, as some would do, he bore down, pushing outwards, easing the entrance. Throwing his head back, he moaned loudly.

Alright, when Sam did whatever it was he had done, causing his cock to sink all the way up to the hilt in his ass, Dean about lost it. Holding still, for the sake of his brother and himself, Dean panted heavily, desperately trying to regain some kind of self control so this didn't end in just a few strokes. He assumed, with the way Sammy was acting, that is brother wasn't far behind him, but he wanted this to go for a while. Grasping firmly to Sam's hips, Dean began to thrust softly, only sliding out slightly. The sensation was, of course, almost mind blowing but wasn't enough to send him over the edge.

 

Head dropping down, Sam gripped onto the sheets tightly then moaned out, “Harder, Dean! Fuck me!”

 

So much for self control! That was all Dean could take! Baring his teeth, Dean began to thrust into him harder, relishing in the burning in his thighs from the effort. This was fucking fantastic. “Such a tight ass, Sammy,” he moaned.

 

Reaching under himself, Sam began to stroke his cock. Oh shit no, this wasn't going to take long. “Harder,” he ground out. “Harder, Dean!”

 

Stiffening, Dean did as his brother wanted, hammering into him as fast and hard as he could, feeling that deep throb in his balls as he did.

 

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Sitting down in the meeting he was having, Lucifer was learning fairly quickly that the longer tether to Sam had a slight effect he hadn't counted on. He could, because of the connection to Sam, still read his thoughts and tell what his vessel was doing. Honestly, he had no problem with what the brothers were partaking in right now. Hell, it would just aid what was going on. There was a downside to it though. With all the feed he was getting from Sam, he, himself, was getting an erection. That he didn't want anyone there to see. He was in loose fitting silk pajamas, which didn't hide much at all, especially with him sitting. No, he couldn't stay since everything seemed to really be heating up in the bedroom, causing things to get worse on his end.

 

Dismissing everyone, he waited for all to leave then headed towards his room. Though irked that he was distracted by this, he was excited as well. The sexual feelings... he would admit to liking those. It also meant that he got to participate in some of it was well.

 

Making sure to let it be known that they didn't want to be disturbed until he summoned someone, Lucifer walked in then locked the door before making a beeline straight for the bedroom. Chien was on the sofa but the dog knew not to disturb at certain times so he didn’t pay attention to him. Stepping into the doorway to the bedroom, he leaned against the jamb, arms folded across his chest and watched, a cocky smirk on his face. It appeared that Dean finally had gotten over his issues with this from the way things were going.

 

Staying quiet, so as not to alert the two on the bed, his eyes were glued to what was going on. Yeah, he liked the scene playing out before him. It was, as Sam termed it a few times, hot. Eyes lighting on his vessel, he loved the look on his face and the pleasure he was getting through the tether they shared. However, there was a downside to it. When he glanced back at Dean, there was a part of him, a very small part, that wanted to swat him away so that he could take his place. No, he didn't like Dean Winchester at all and liked it less that it was him doing such a thing to Sam but he knew this is what Sam wanted so he stayed his hand. That didn't mean, however, he wasn't going to join them. That he was.

 

Pushing off the jamb, he slid out of his clothes then kicked them aside before striding towards the bed. Seating himself on the edge of it, he grabbed a handful of Sam's hair and pulled his head up. Leaning down, he kissed him passionately. When he broke it off, he looked down at Dean, who was eying him warily, then winked to let the older brother know he took no exception to what was going on.

 

Figuring the two were about at the end and nothing he was going to do was going to stop it, he wanted to do something that would get himself there quickly as well. Dismissing oral, knowing that would take too long, he quickly sorted through things he knew Sam wanted to try. That's when he lit on one very strange thing that they had talked about one night. Evil smirk reappearing, he slid to the head of the bed and sat up, leaning back against the headboard. Looking down at Dean, he winked at him again to let him know he was up to something then said, “Pull out.” Glancing down at Sam, he told him, tone softening, “Come here and straddle me, Sam.”

 

Now, seriously, as bad as his balls were throbbing at this point, Dean's first instinct was to tell Lucifer to fuck off then finish. One didn't do that with this being though. And, from the look on Lucifer's face, he might have something on his mind that would be fun. He was willing to give that a try. So, though he didn't want to, he pulled out and rocked back on his heels, waiting.

 

Sam, too, wanted to protest this, liking what Dean was doing. However, he knew what Lucifer was like well enough to judge that he would enjoy this. So, getting to his knees, he did as directed then went over and straddled Lucifer.

 

Positioning Sam the way he wanted him, Lucifer held onto one of his hips then said, “Sit on my cock, Sam.”

 

Needing no encouragement to do that, Sam quickly lowered himself down onto Lucifer's dick with a groan, settling himself in a way that was comfortable.

 

Kissing is vessel passionately, Lucifer then had him get up slightly on his knees to where he had a little room to thrust then held onto him. Looking over his shoulder at the obviously frustrated Dean, he motioned for him to move over behind Sam. When Dean quickly shifted there, he moved one arm to where it was around Sam's waist then pulled him flush to his chest. Looking over his shoulder at Dean, he gave another wicked grin then said, “Slide into him.”

 

Head jerking up, Dean looked at the devil, eyes wide. Now, only one thing came to mind when that was said and he wasn't sure that could be accomplished without doing some serious damage to Sammy and causing him immense pain. Licking his lips, he stammered out, “What?”

 

Remembering the conversation where he had told Lucifer he wanted to try this, Sam groaned softly then said, voice rough and thick, “Yeah, Dean, slide your cock in. I want to try this.”

 

Alright, he now got Sam wanted to do this but there were still some reservations about pain, blood and damage that could come from it. Putting his hands on Sam's hips, he wasn't sure if he should go there or not.

 

Grabbing the bottle of lube off the bedside table, Lucifer tossed it to Dean then said, “Coat up real well and it should be fine. If it hurts too much, Sam will tell you to stop.” With that, he went to kissing Sam passionately, thrusting just a little. He, himself, wasn't sure how well he would take feeling Dean's cock sliding alongside his own but was willing to try it anyway.

 

Catching the lube, Dean looked at the two then took a deep breath. Yeah, he had heard of such things but never tried them. If Sam was willing though... Shaking his head, he squirted more lube into his palm then slicked up his cock the best he could. Sliding up behind his brother as close as he could get, with a shaking hand, he lined the head of his cock with Sam's asshole, the best he could anyway with Lucifer's cock buried in it. Smearing the head of his cock around to get some lube on the stretched orifice, he then took a deep breath and began to push.

 

At first, there was no budge and he couldn't get it in. Sam, from what he heard, had taken in a deep breath but said nothing. Keeping the pressure up, finally, things seemed to start stretching then, before he knew it, his cock was sinking in alongside Lucifer's until he was buried to the hilt. The sensation of that was nothing like he had ever experienced before. Panting heavily, sweat dripping off of him, he held still, knowing that Sammy needed time to adjust to this.

 

Alight, Sam would admit that when Dean started to slide in that normal burn was not only a lot more intense, there was pain involved as well. However, the sensation and how it felt was so mind blowing that he didn't care! It was unlike anything he had felt before. Head dropping back once Dean was fully in, he panted heavily, chest heaving. He wanted them to start thrusting right then but knew he needed some time first. No way, though, he was going to back out of this. He wanted to know what it felt like and he was going to let it happen.

 

Putting a hand on the back of Sam's head, Lucifer pulled him down into another heated kiss. Alright, so far he was liking this. The feeling of Dean's cock against his was strange but the tightness of Sam because of it was something that was amazing. As Sam moaned into his mouth, Lucifer began to thrust, gently. He hoped that Dean would take that as the signal for him to start as well.

 

Dean couldn't believe what he was feeling. It was so intense that it was beyond what he had felt before. The feeling was amazing! When he felt Lucifer start to move, he let it go for a few seconds to get the rhythm down then began to thrust with the devil. The sensation of another dick rubbing against his as he fucked Sam was strange, disturbing and pleasurable at the same time. Couple that with the almost stranglehold Sammy's ass had on his cock and he was about done for. Leaning fully against Sam's back, he continued to thrust, clutching onto his brother, panting heavily. Teeth gritted, he ground out, “Fuck! You two better not take too long with this cause, dudes, I’m about done!”

 

Sam, honestly, was in no better shape. Reaching down, he began to stroke his cock quickly, feeling his heavy, full balls begin to throb madly. Panting out, “Harder,” he ground onto the two cocks buried in him. He didn't think that this was one of his best ideas in the world but the sensation was so amazing that he wanted more.

 

Lucifer, too, was about done. Sitting down in that meeting, feeling what he was during it, had ramped up what he felt enough that his end was going to come as well. Thrusting slightly harder, not much as he didn't want to hurt Sam, he looked over his vessel's shoulder at Dean. The older Winchester was looking like he was in about the same place as Sam when it came to the level of arousal. Perfect. He was going to hold out until those two were done then let his own end come.

 

Thrusting slightly harder, Dean's head was swimming from the sensations he was feeling. His whole body throbbed and he was done. Grinding his teeth, he tried, desperately to hold on, panting out, “Come on, Sammy, cum, dude.”

 

Still grinding down on the two cocks that were in his ass, Sam's hand was almost a blur on his cock. Suddenly, a deep throb seemed to encompass his whole body, making him stiffen up then that hot knot in his belly seemed to explode, shooting hot sparks through his whole system. Letting out a garbled yell, he came, splattering his own chest and Lucifer's with his cum.

 

Feeling his brother's ass spasming around his cock, Dean let out a loud shout of Sam's name then he, too, came, hard. It was so hard that he was light headed from it, spots dancing before his eyes. Gripping tightly to Sammy, he continued to thrust, seemingly unable to stop it.

 

Relishing in the feelings from not only his own 'body' but that of his vessel as well, Lucifer let out a loud groan as he felt Dean's cock pulse against his own then let his own orgasm take over. Shivering from the power of it, his head dropped back and he moaned, loving the sensations that rocked his body, feeling his hair stand up on end from it. Oh yes, this was great!

 

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Lying there after it was over, Lucifer had one arm draped over the sleeping Sam. Sam, he had made sure, was facing him, with his head resting on his shoulder. Dean was spooned up against his brother's back, arm thrown around his waist, sleeping as well. Though, honestly, he didn't want Dean around, feeling as though it disturbed the good feelings he was having, he tolerated him.

 

Shutting his eyes, the evil arch-angel sighed and slipped into a meditative state he occupied when he needed to relax fully. It was akin to sleep for humans but not really the same. As normal, he was feeling himself recharge, what he wanted. Then, suddenly, it changed.

Bewildered, he seemed to find himself in a slightly messy house, standing by a desk with a computer on it. Then the sensation hit him. Spinning around, he looked at the grizzled slight man sitting in the chair there. Though he looked entirely human, not even a good looking one, he knew who it was. Eyes narrowing, he folded his arms across his chest then he snarled, “Father. Fancy seeing you here!”

 

Chuck nodded, smiling, then said, “Hello, Lucifer. Nice to see you again.”

 

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