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'A Company, A Crowd' - SPN - Samifer/Clairestiel
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Think of it as Sassy fic with a twist!
A Company, A Crowd
Supernatural. Samifer/Clairestiel, Lucifer/Castiel/Sam, implied Clairestiel/Dean. NC17. WARNINGS: underaged, dubcon, noncon, burning, asphyxiation OMGWTF WHO EVEN AM I ANYMORE ;_____;
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blindfold_spn prompt "Claire!Cas/Sam!Lucifer, 5x04verse. It's the end of the world, so she might as well just walk into the lion's den and beg and laugh and cry." ~1300 words
At the end of the world, two siblings.
“We never saw much of each other up in Heaven,” Lucifer muses, two fingers between her legs. Castiel lies with her head on her brother’s lap, the tip of his cock in her mouth. Her legs tremble; her eyes are closed. “Perhaps this is a blessing – aha – in disguise. The angels are gone and your heroes are dead. What is there left but you and me, and brother-sister bonding time?”
His fingers slide in and out of her cunt, knuckles brushing her clit, a little more pressure now and she moans.
“Take me in deeper, Castiel,” Lucifer murmurs. “Open that mouth, that throat.”
And she does, or tries to, lips sliding forward in millimeters, slowly, too slow. Lucifer jabs the edge of his thumbnail against her clit, and says, “Deeper.”
Castiel cries out, or tries to.
“Come now, no need for games. I know this isn’t new to you." He smiles indulgently. "The things you and Dean Winchester do in the dark. The things your little mouth can do.” He touches her face with his hand, smearing Castiel’s cheek with her own wetness as his hand slides around to cup the back of her head.
“Here,” Lucifer says. “Let me remind you.”
He pulls her to him.
+
In Heaven, Castiel had been just one among legions, but now she is the only other one of his kind, of a sort. Castiel is a girl fallen from eternity and struggling out of childhood, gangly limbs and shuttered eyes. She is sallow with drugs and misery; complacent, if resentful. How much of her complacency is due to the angel left in her, and how much of it is the vulnerability of a young girl lost at the end of the world? She was bullet-riddled when Lucifer found her, but then he knelt by her body, watched it dying, and he touched two fingers to her forehead. Fiat lux.
Lucifer tells Castiel to fuck herself on his cock, and she does. She grabs on to his shoulders, her arms under his, and she buries her face in his neck, her breaths harsh and warm.
Lucifer pokes the presence in his head, the one covered over in shadows and lies, and he says, Sam.
The vessel's mind stirs.
Sam, someone here to see you.
Sam is slow to wake up, having been muted for so long. He comes to in slow degrees, and his body wakes up quicker than his mind. Lucifer relinquishes control of his vessel, but Sam’s hips still thrust upward, and he groans without knowing what he’s reacting to.
"Fuck..." Sam whispers. "Oh, god..."
Join in on the fun , Lucifer beams, but knows Sam won't. This will happen instead:
Sam’s hands alight on Castiel's hips and he opens his eyes. Widens his eyes. Is bewildered and horrified, curses loudly, and he gasps, "Cas?" and says, "No, oh god. Oh fuck," and Sam says, "Shit, Cas, ah, ah, fu--" and he's about to push her off, so Lucifer steps in and takes the reins.
Castiel slows, frowning, and ventures, "Sam?"
"Made you look," Lucifer says. "Don't slack now."
So she doesn't, and falls back into their rhythm, and Lucifer - instead of pushing Sam back down - props Sam up in the peanut gallery and lets him watch.
What's wrong with you? Sam cries out predictably. She's just a kid!
She's older than you are.
Her vessel isn't.
And what is her vessel going to do?
Lucifer. Stop this. I can't... please, I can't. This is wrong.
She doesn't seem to think so. Go on, Sam. Touch her tits. And Lucifer touches them for him, rolls a nipple between thumb and forefinger, and Castiel moans. Lucifer smiles. She likes it.
She's too drugged up to like anything, Sam protests, and Lucifer replies, Oh, you, full of excuses.
He commands, Make her come, and grabs her hips and tugs down hard. She cries out, surprised, but lets Lucifer do it again, and again. Her second cry is desirous, rough, and her third cry, she calls his name.
And all the while, Sam saying No, saying Stop, saying Please.
Lucifer wraps his arms around Castiel and bodily moves her up and down his cock, deep and fast, and she is such a slip of a thing in his arms. "Oh god," she gasps, and he bites her neck, and Sam's litany of no no no, and the rush of it, the heat of it, and Castiel's moans get louder and louder over the sound of slapping flesh and--
Please, Sam says, then, Cas, and Lucifer hisses, "Cas," into her neck. She inhales shakily and contracts around his cock, and he comes, staggered groan and listing forward. Castiel's hair catches in his mouth and this body is coming, and Castiel mewls, "Oh god, oh god, oh god--"
+
Castiel is irritatingly unafraid, or unfocused; sometimes Lucifer can't tell the difference. She is lacquered over with the kind of desperate apathy belonging to those with nothing left to lose. "This is a world where nothing means anything," she says, fucked up on moonshine and the grotty gravel dust that passes for cocaine these days. "Do you know that? Of course you do. You planned for this."
He fucks her from behind, holding her down with one hand spread between her shoulder blades, the other clutching her hip. Lucifer says, "Planning was always more our Father's thing."
"Family means nothing here," she slurs. "Family leaves. Family dies. Life means nothing; there's not enough of it. Death means nothing; there is too much."
"Oh, little sister," Lucifer sighs. "You do go on," and lifts his hand from her hip, and makes a twisting motion in the air. Castiel gags as her throat constricts, and he says, "Now why'd you have to go and make me do that?"
He trails one hand up her spine as Castiel writhes and sputters for breath. "Were you this much of a loudmouth when you were an angel?"
Lucifer spreads both hands on her shoulders as Castiel struggles, scrabbling at her neck and trying to knock him off, but she is a human girl pinned by the hands of the Devil. She can do nothing. He fucks her faster now, grunting loudly, calling upon the fiery light for which he is named.
"I know what you want, Castiel," Lucifer says through gritted teeth, "or what you should want."
He pushes more light and fire to his hands; they glow. Castiel's skin burns under him, and he thrills to hear the strangled sound his sister makes. Lucifer releases her throat at the moment of orgasm, and her first breath skitters on a scream, jagged with pain as it’s ripped from her. He moans, head bowed and his cock buried deep, a grunt and a thrust, a grunt and a thrust, the scent of burnt flesh. And he is done.
He pulls out, and this gets another whimper as she curls in on herself and chokes out a sob. A string of come connects the tip of his cock to her cunt, and he wipes it from himself and rubs it between her labia.
"Hush now," Lucifer says. He pulls her hair aside and reveals the hand-shaped burns on her back, red and raw, the parody of wings. "Look. I've returned your wings."
"Fuck you."
"In a bit, maybe."He wipes his hand on her neck, and wonders how long he'll keep her alive. "Maybe even sooner, if you're good."
Think of it as Sassy fic with a twist!
A Company, A Crowd
Supernatural. Samifer/Clairestiel, Lucifer/Castiel/Sam, implied Clairestiel/Dean. NC17. WARNINGS: underaged, dubcon, noncon, burning, asphyxiation OMGWTF WHO EVEN AM I ANYMORE ;_____;
Written for the
blindfold_spn prompt "Claire!Cas/Sam!Lucifer, 5x04verse. It's the end of the world, so she might as well just walk into the lion's den and beg and laugh and cry." ~1300 wordsAt the end of the world, two siblings.
“We never saw much of each other up in Heaven,” Lucifer muses, two fingers between her legs. Castiel lies with her head on her brother’s lap, the tip of his cock in her mouth. Her legs tremble; her eyes are closed. “Perhaps this is a blessing – aha – in disguise. The angels are gone and your heroes are dead. What is there left but you and me, and brother-sister bonding time?”
His fingers slide in and out of her cunt, knuckles brushing her clit, a little more pressure now and she moans.
“Take me in deeper, Castiel,” Lucifer murmurs. “Open that mouth, that throat.”
And she does, or tries to, lips sliding forward in millimeters, slowly, too slow. Lucifer jabs the edge of his thumbnail against her clit, and says, “Deeper.”
Castiel cries out, or tries to.
“Come now, no need for games. I know this isn’t new to you." He smiles indulgently. "The things you and Dean Winchester do in the dark. The things your little mouth can do.” He touches her face with his hand, smearing Castiel’s cheek with her own wetness as his hand slides around to cup the back of her head.
“Here,” Lucifer says. “Let me remind you.”
He pulls her to him.
+
In Heaven, Castiel had been just one among legions, but now she is the only other one of his kind, of a sort. Castiel is a girl fallen from eternity and struggling out of childhood, gangly limbs and shuttered eyes. She is sallow with drugs and misery; complacent, if resentful. How much of her complacency is due to the angel left in her, and how much of it is the vulnerability of a young girl lost at the end of the world? She was bullet-riddled when Lucifer found her, but then he knelt by her body, watched it dying, and he touched two fingers to her forehead. Fiat lux.
Lucifer tells Castiel to fuck herself on his cock, and she does. She grabs on to his shoulders, her arms under his, and she buries her face in his neck, her breaths harsh and warm.
Lucifer pokes the presence in his head, the one covered over in shadows and lies, and he says, Sam.
The vessel's mind stirs.
Sam, someone here to see you.
Sam is slow to wake up, having been muted for so long. He comes to in slow degrees, and his body wakes up quicker than his mind. Lucifer relinquishes control of his vessel, but Sam’s hips still thrust upward, and he groans without knowing what he’s reacting to.
"Fuck..." Sam whispers. "Oh, god..."
Join in on the fun , Lucifer beams, but knows Sam won't. This will happen instead:
Sam’s hands alight on Castiel's hips and he opens his eyes. Widens his eyes. Is bewildered and horrified, curses loudly, and he gasps, "Cas?" and says, "No, oh god. Oh fuck," and Sam says, "Shit, Cas, ah, ah, fu--" and he's about to push her off, so Lucifer steps in and takes the reins.
Castiel slows, frowning, and ventures, "Sam?"
"Made you look," Lucifer says. "Don't slack now."
So she doesn't, and falls back into their rhythm, and Lucifer - instead of pushing Sam back down - props Sam up in the peanut gallery and lets him watch.
What's wrong with you? Sam cries out predictably. She's just a kid!
She's older than you are.
Her vessel isn't.
And what is her vessel going to do?
Lucifer. Stop this. I can't... please, I can't. This is wrong.
She doesn't seem to think so. Go on, Sam. Touch her tits. And Lucifer touches them for him, rolls a nipple between thumb and forefinger, and Castiel moans. Lucifer smiles. She likes it.
She's too drugged up to like anything, Sam protests, and Lucifer replies, Oh, you, full of excuses.
He commands, Make her come, and grabs her hips and tugs down hard. She cries out, surprised, but lets Lucifer do it again, and again. Her second cry is desirous, rough, and her third cry, she calls his name.
And all the while, Sam saying No, saying Stop, saying Please.
Lucifer wraps his arms around Castiel and bodily moves her up and down his cock, deep and fast, and she is such a slip of a thing in his arms. "Oh god," she gasps, and he bites her neck, and Sam's litany of no no no, and the rush of it, the heat of it, and Castiel's moans get louder and louder over the sound of slapping flesh and--
Please, Sam says, then, Cas, and Lucifer hisses, "Cas," into her neck. She inhales shakily and contracts around his cock, and he comes, staggered groan and listing forward. Castiel's hair catches in his mouth and this body is coming, and Castiel mewls, "Oh god, oh god, oh god--"
+
Castiel is irritatingly unafraid, or unfocused; sometimes Lucifer can't tell the difference. She is lacquered over with the kind of desperate apathy belonging to those with nothing left to lose. "This is a world where nothing means anything," she says, fucked up on moonshine and the grotty gravel dust that passes for cocaine these days. "Do you know that? Of course you do. You planned for this."
He fucks her from behind, holding her down with one hand spread between her shoulder blades, the other clutching her hip. Lucifer says, "Planning was always more our Father's thing."
"Family means nothing here," she slurs. "Family leaves. Family dies. Life means nothing; there's not enough of it. Death means nothing; there is too much."
"Oh, little sister," Lucifer sighs. "You do go on," and lifts his hand from her hip, and makes a twisting motion in the air. Castiel gags as her throat constricts, and he says, "Now why'd you have to go and make me do that?"
He trails one hand up her spine as Castiel writhes and sputters for breath. "Were you this much of a loudmouth when you were an angel?"
Lucifer spreads both hands on her shoulders as Castiel struggles, scrabbling at her neck and trying to knock him off, but she is a human girl pinned by the hands of the Devil. She can do nothing. He fucks her faster now, grunting loudly, calling upon the fiery light for which he is named.
"I know what you want, Castiel," Lucifer says through gritted teeth, "or what you should want."
He pushes more light and fire to his hands; they glow. Castiel's skin burns under him, and he thrills to hear the strangled sound his sister makes. Lucifer releases her throat at the moment of orgasm, and her first breath skitters on a scream, jagged with pain as it’s ripped from her. He moans, head bowed and his cock buried deep, a grunt and a thrust, a grunt and a thrust, the scent of burnt flesh. And he is done.
He pulls out, and this gets another whimper as she curls in on herself and chokes out a sob. A string of come connects the tip of his cock to her cunt, and he wipes it from himself and rubs it between her labia.
"Hush now," Lucifer says. He pulls her hair aside and reveals the hand-shaped burns on her back, red and raw, the parody of wings. "Look. I've returned your wings."
"Fuck you."
"In a bit, maybe."He wipes his hand on her neck, and wonders how long he'll keep her alive. "Maybe even sooner, if you're good."