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Sympathy for the Devil	By : Danyealle Category: Supernatural > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 9

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If Dean had been in his right mind on the short trek to Lucifer's room, he would have noticed several things that would, normally, have set up warning flares for him. First, there were no guards. None. At all. Normally, all the rooms had at least one to either keeping occupants in or others out. There were none in sight at all on the top floor. That should have been the biggest warning to him.

Second was that, as closely as he was guarded, no one seemed to be alerted to the fact that he had left his room without escort. That, usually, would have set off a mass alert then had demons all but turning up in front of him, seemingly out of nowhere. Yet it didn't seem to cause any kind of ripple in the place.

Finally, when he got to Lucifer's door, it was unguarded. There was always a body of some kind in place to stop anyone that wasn't escorted there.

Actually, the realism was that the hellhounds were guarding the door. Their orders were, though, to allow Dean access without alerting him to their presence. Lucifer had been waiting for this and didn't want Dean to have time to rethink what he was going to do so he was allowing it to go on. There were, of course, guards all over, just not in sight. They were paying very close attention to what the older Winchester brother was doing but staying out of it unless they got a direct order from Lucifer telling them differently.

Stopping at the door, taking a deep breath to give himself courage, Dean then opened it and stepped inside before shutting it behind him. Stiffening up, peering around the dimly lit room warily, he then, cautiously, made his way forward. So far, he didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary. It was quiet, as one would expect. There was a noise of some kind in the background though. Quickly, he was able to peg that as being the TV on though turned down very low. That didn't bother him. It meant that Sam had fallen asleep with it on or Lucifer was watching it, one of the two. He could deal with either at this point though he had no plan in place as to what he was going to do if Sam were sleeping and Lucifer was who he was going to be dealing with.

Quietly as he could, Dean stepped into the area he always met Sam in. Looking around, he could see nothing in the dim light so was started by a soft snuffling noise then a rhythmic thumping on what sounded like a cushion. Looking that direction, he saw some large silver eyes gazing at him. That, of course, gave him a helluva start but, quickly, he realized it was Chien Noir and the sound was the puppy's tail thumping on the bed. Grinning, he said a hushed, “Good boy. Stay there.” Reached out, he gave the huge puppy's head a rub then looked around, trying to decide what to do next.

Eyes lighting on what he now knew was the bedroom, he could see the door ajar with the flickering light of the television seeping around it. That told him it was probably the place he should be going to but now that he was in here, trepidation was taking over. This could end very badly if Lord Ultimate Big, Bad and Nasty was in a foul mood for some reason. The niggling in the back of his mind, however, and the pull that drove him to this wouldn't let it drop. Instead, rather than back out, something that was probably prudent, he couldn't allow himself to do that. He was going to press on and let the chips fall where they may.

As quietly as he could, he stepped up to the bedroom door then pushed it open enough to see what was going on before stopping cold, feet all but rooted to the floor.

As one would expect of him, Lucifer was well aware when Dean came into the room. He was also aware of the conflict going on within the elder Winchester. It was perfect for his plans. All that needed to happen now was for the final push. Asmodeus had things cranked up high so he could add a little to it and he was sure that Dean wouldn't be able to resist the urges that were already there. Just perfect! As he hoped this would happen tonight, making it a goal with Asmodeus, he was prepared for it. All he had to do was be patient after the visit to get it to work. When he started getting reports of how anxious Dean seemed to be, he started in with Sam. Then it was just a waiting game to get to where he was now.

Looking down at the position he had Sam in, he grinned evilly. This was going to be perfect since Dean was on his way in here. The younger Winchester was on the bed on his knees, chest flat on the mattress while he fucked him very roughly from behind. That's what he wanted Dean to see when he came in, something that would make it to where any doubts he had would evaporate, pushing him into the position he wanted him.

Grasping Sam's hips firmly, he held onto him as he thrust his cock in harder, grinding slightly as he did, making sure to rub it across that spot inside Sam's ass that always seemed to drive him nuts. Listening to his vessel moan under him, feeling his body shiver and seeing how slick his body was with sweat, Lucifer couldn't help but grin. Sam was, of course, his only real experience when it came to actually performing the sex act but it appeared that he had mastered it enough for his vessel to take great pleasure in it. It also helped that Sam liked to play rough. As he wasn't sure that he could actually be gentle about things, this worked out well. It also seemed that the rougher he got with things, the more Sam enjoyed it. Indeed, that was something he most enjoyed!

Looking down, he craned his head slightly to watch Sam's hand on his own cock, a small grin on his face as he did. It had taken a bit to get his vessel comfortable with all this but he was there finally and what a pleasure it was! Despite not having much use for anything human, aside from the luxuries he enjoyed, this was an act that he did like as well as the sensations that came with it and what he saw his vessel doing. It was arousing to observe. He wasn't sure why that was but since he found it so, he was going to indulge to his heart's content.

Though he liked to watch his vessel get himself off, he couldn't allow it to get that far yet. There were things he wanted from this encounter. He, himself, could keep it up and continue on even after a climax, Sam couldn't. With Dean in the room, he wanted things to not get that far yet. Reaching under Sam, he put his hand over his vessels and slowed the pace down, hoping he would take that as something akin to wanting to keep on extending the session, something that had gone for a while anyway. While helping the younger Winchester stroke himself, he tried to pinpoint just where Dean was. When he sensed him right outside the door, he almost grinned, knowing what was coming, but stopped himself. Once Dean did step in, he didn't want to give him any hint that this was planned or his visit expected.

Now, as he continued to fuck his vessel, he waited for what was to come, hoping that it didn't upset Sam too much.

Standing there, Dean's mouth was doing the whole fish out of water thing as he watched the scene on the bed. Honestly? His brain didn't want to process what he was seeing. Sammy and Lucifer were having sex.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, he looked again so that his brain could confirm it. Yup, he saw it right. Honestly, at that point, he didn't know what to think about this. On one hand, he was slightly ill over it, not understanding how his brother could let the ultimate evil do that to him. On the other, though, he was irate over it because of what he was feeling and what had driven him to the room in the first place. There was a large haze of jealousy that seemed to encompass him as he stood there watching. That feeling of 'mine' also made itself known once more, screaming louder than it had up to this point.

Though part of his mind wanted to suss the whole thing out, figuring the why-fors and how comes behind what he was seeing then determining if it was a consensual thing or not, he found he couldn't do that. Right now, he was so focused on the scene in front of him that part was drowned out. All he could think was that he should be doing that to Sam and wanted to, nothing more.

As he stood there, just staring, he could feel his cock rise so fast that he should have been light headed from all the blood rushing south. The vivid images he had been having of what he wanted to do with his brother were playing out as he just stared.

Softening the thrusting, Lucifer, groaned softly at the sensations. He waited, relishing in the feelings that seemed to radiate off Dean. The confusion, anger and everything else was something he enjoyed feeling from the elder brother. It was something that he could almost savor, especially since Dean always thought of himself as so moral and upright, thus playing into him being Michael’s vessel. Honestly, it gave him an amused internal snort and he had to fight the urge to point that out to the being that always felt he was 'right' about everything. He didn't though. There was a way to go about this and doing that wasn't part of it. Instead, while he kept a half an eye on Dean, he focused fully on Sam and what he was doing to him, ensuring that he gave his vessel the utmost in pleasure.

Never missing a beat, he kept thrusting into his vessel, ensuring Sam stayed where he was when it came to his arousal. While doing that, he waited for what he thought might be the perfect time to let Dean know that his presence was felt. That was going to cause issues for both Dean and Sam, that he knew, and the possibility of a fight was there but he hoped that since Sam was in such a high state of arousal from going for so long at it with no relief that his vessel wouldn't be inclined to fight then just go with the flow of what he wanted. Dean, if he was reading things right, might be in the right shape to play along as well. That's what he was hoping for. If he figured it right, a few more minutes of just watching and Dean would fall right into what he wanted with minimal arguing.

Just as Sam was starting to make those uneven keening noises that always came right before he hit the point of no return, signaling that his climax wasn't far off, Lucifer stopped thrusting to give him a chance to back off that precipice before it came. Grinning evilly, he all but purred, “Not yet, Sam! We have a ways to go before we're done.”

Letting out a strangled cry, Sam shook violently then pressed back on the cock lodged deeply in his ass before hissing, “You asshole!”

Chuckling, Lucifer leaned over his back and gave a short thrust but stopped after than then said, “Of course, Sam. I will make it worth it though, you know that!”

Arching up a little, throwing his head back, Sam's fingers dug into the bedding as he panted heavily, shivering. “Yeah but... dammit!”

Grin spreading from ear to ear, Lucifer nuzzled Sam's head softly. Making sure he had one arm hooked around his vessel's waist so that he couldn't bail out of the bed, he then turned at looked directly at Dean, smirking. “Besides, Sam, it appears we have some company.”

Standing there, feet all but glued to the floor and refusing to follow his commands to make them move, Dean just stared at what was going on then his eyes locked with Lucifer's. Now he wasn't sure what to do. Though it looked like there was more amusement on the devil's face than anything else, he couldn't be sure of that since one never knew with Lucifer.

As they had been interrupted before by Lucifer's minions for whatever important reason there was, Sam just dropped his head on the been then let out what could only be termed a frustrated growl before saying, “Tell 'em to get lost!”

Snorting at his vessel, Lucifer kept his eyes locked on Dean before saying, voice a smooth ribbon of silk, “Somehow, Sam, I don't think that is going to work this time.” Shooting the older brother an evil grin, he winked then waited.

All Dean could do was glare at Lucifer, fists clenching. His tongue, for whatever reason, seemed to be glued to the roof of his mouth, refusing to work so he could say anything. There was murder in his eyes though and he wasn't all that sure just why he felt like attacking Lucifer. The niggling was that it had more to do with the fact that he wanted to be in Lucifer’s position rather than any feeling of defending Sam in some way.

Snarling, feeling his balls start to throb, Sam snapped, as he pushed himself up on his hands, “Tell them to get lost! They know better than to interrupt!”

That evil grin growing, Lucifer continued to look at Dean then told his vessel, “I shall attempt to get it to work.” Trying not to wink at Dean as that would be enough to let the older brother know he was up to something, he cleared his throat then said, “Dean, you heard your brother. We wish to not be disturbed right now!” Internally, he was extremely smug over this, not to mention chuckling.

It took a few long seconds for what Lucifer said to sink into Sam's lust-fogged, short circuiting brain. When it finally did his head whipped the direction of the doorway so fast that he was sure he had given himself whiplash. Eyes so wide they were all but falling out of his head, Sam felt every ounce of air in his body leave and couldn’t seem to pull in any more. There, standing there, staring at them, was indeed his brother. Any other time he would start denying, deflecting and anything else he could think of to wiggle around something this embarrassing but there was no chance of any of it working right now. He was on his knees, naked, in bed with Lucifer who had his cock buried up his ass. No, Dean wasn’t going to buy anything he could even think to come with to explain it. Just looking at his brother, all Sam managed to do was emit a garbled word that was supposed to be his brother's name. There were lots of things he wanted to say, anything to head off a show of temper by Dean but it wasn't going to come out so all that was left was waiting to see how bad the blow up was then trying to calm Lucifer down so that he didn't do something to his brother. Then, almost as an afterthought, he figured he should probably cover up and get the devil's cock out of his ass. No matter what was to come, being in the position he was wouldn't assist anything. Wiggling around, he tried to free himself so he could drag the sheets over him but Lucifer didn't seem to want to let him move. Glancing back at the evil arch-angel, he gave him a look that only he would be able to get away with, hoping to get across what he wanted.

Holding onto his vessel tightly, Lucifer made it to where Sam wasn't going to accomplish what he wanted. No, this was too perfect and it was going to go his way. Ignoring the heated look shot his direction, he continued to stare at Dean, waiting to see if a tantrum was coming. After a couple minutes ticked by where his vessel struggled to get loose, starting to protest loudly, he said, quietly, looking directly in the older Winchester's eyes, “Dean, I would suggest that you leave unless you plan to join us.”

Jerking involuntarily, Dean glared at Lucifer then looked at Sammy. Though his brother was struggling to cover himself and move, he was, basically, in the same position he had been in when he had stepped through the door. He should leave as soon as possible but the second part of what the devil himself said stopped him. Was Lucifer serious? Did he mean it? That he would let him join? That part should appall him to no end but it made his now fully erect cock throb heavily. Eyes still on his brother, Dean's mind was going over what was said but focusing on the 'join us' to the exclusion of everything else. He wanted to ask if Lucifer meant it but that wasn't a wise idea nor did he want to give him ammunition against him.

It was time, Lucifer sensed that. Dean was right where he wanted him so all he needed was a soft shove the right direction. That he could, and would, be doing. Slipping a hand under his vessel, he began to stroke his now rapidly deflating cock then began to thrust again. Grunting softly, he glanced back at Dean then said, tone sounding slightly distracted, “Since I don't plan to stop why don't you let Sam suck your cock. I'm sure that's something he would enjoy.” Oh, yes, indeed, it was. From what he knew, that was a stock fantasy of Sam's when it came to his brother. He would more than enjoy it.

Head whipping around, Sam looked at Lucifer, mouth hanging open then started stuttering out a protest but that was cut off by the sensations that the evil arch-angel was unleashing on his body. It was hard to not respond to them because Lucifer knew just what the hell he was doing and what it did to him. Shutting his eyes, he bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning, not even trying to spit out some kind of protest over what Lucifer offered, though he knew he should even if was to keep his brother off the track of thinking he might want to do such a thing.

Mouth once more doing the fish out of water thing, Dean wasn't sure he heard what Lucifer said right but his brain was lobbying that he go for it. Hell, how often was he offered the chance to do something he had been fantasizing about since he was a teenager? Normally, he could do the right thing then would turn it down, do an about face and get the hell out of there but tonight... tonight he couldn't. There was something in him that just wouldn’t allow that.

Then, suddenly, it was as if that part of his brain he relegated his lust for his brother to, behind that thick wall that he didn’t even allow himself to poke too overly much, took control, and he found himself walking towards the bed, stripping his clothes off as he did.

Though the part of his mind that was still rational was screaming at him about the level of wrongness this descended to, Dean ignored it. Crawling up on the bed, he knelt in front of Sam then leaned down and kissed him passionately. No, he wasn't going to go there if Sam didn't want to but he sure as hell wanted to try to get him there!

Though not real comfortable with the whole thing, seeing it as more wrong than anything he did with Lucifer, Sam, in the state he was in, was powerless not to respond. He was so ramped up from what he and Lucifer had been doing and were in the middle of when interrupted that, despite the reservations, he responded. Kissing Dean back, he moaned into his mouth as Lucifer fucked him faster, the hand on his cock moving in the way Lucifer knew brought him off.

Relishing the feelings of the kiss, thinking it was better than he could have ever imagined, Dean finally broke it off. Reaching down, he stroked his now really throbbing cock a couple times then said, voice thick and husky, “Suck me, Sam.” In his fantasies, Dean had always said that, loving the jab of pure lust it always seemed to inspire but saying it aloud was even better. It made his already heavy balls throb harder than they were. Now, he just had to wait and see if Sam would do it.

For Sam, the choice wasn't an easy one. He was so blindsided by his brother doing what he had that it took a couple minutes to process it. Then there was the guilt over it, knowing that though he had the fantasies, they shouldn't go there. As all the sensations danced through his body though, he couldn't exactly think straight. Ramping up to a powerful orgasm because of what Lucifer was and had done to him, Sam decided to wave the white flag and give in. After all, how could this be worse than letting the devil himself fuck him? In his lust-fogged brain, he couldn't see how it was.

With a shaking hand, he took hold of Dean's cock then licked the head before lowering his mouth down on it and began to suck. Holding onto the base of it, he curled his tongue around it then began to bob his head, doing what he knew others liked in the past.

Unable to stop himself, Dean's hips began to thrust upwards and he moaned loudly. Head dropping back, his fingers dug into the bedding beneath him as he moaned his brother's name. This was a whole lot better than any fantasy he had ever had. Wherever Sammy had learned this he didn't know but was grateful for. Immediately, he was climbing towards his climax, something that didn't surprise him in the least. He had fantasized and wanted this for so long that actually getting it made it to where he had no control at all. Putting a hand on the back of Sammy's head, his hips began to thrust up faster as he panted out his brother's name over and over.

Watching the action playing out between the brothers, Lucifer had to do everything in his power to hold back the wicked smirk that kept threatening to cross his face. Perfect, this was just perfect! For once, everything was working just as he planned it. Thrusting harder, making sure his hand picked up speed, he tried his hardest to bring Sam over the edge so that he could allow himself to find completion as well.

Moaning around the thick cock in his mouth, Sam thrust back on Lucifer, grinding his ass on the cock buried in it. Reaching under himself while his head bobbed faster and cheeks hollowed out as he sucked harder on his brother, Sam put his hand over Lucifer's then began to stroke his throbbing flesh faster. His whole body was throbbing by this point and he wanted release!

The moan around his cock did Dean in. Thrusting deeply into his brother's mouth, he threw his head back, moaned Sam's name then came so hard his vision started to blur, hips still thrusting as he did.

Swallowing his brother's cum, Sam continued to thrust back onto Lucifer, hand working as fast as he could get it to until that familiar throbbing heat burst deep in his belly and he, too, came, splattering the sheets beneath him as he moaned around the cock still in his mouth.

This was all Lucifer had been waiting for. Thrusting in a few more times, he then moaned loudly and let himself find his end, filling Sam's ass with his cum while his hips still kept up the motion.

Lying there after they finished while everyone was trying to catch their breath, Lucifer watched Dean drape an arm over his brother and, once more, fought the urge to smirk. Perfect! He just had to keep pushing it to where they didn't have time for regrets for a day or so then he would be home free!

Sliding up behind his vessel, he pressed himself up against his back then said, “I'll let you two rest before we go another round.”

Grinning sheepishly while still panting slightly, Sam nodded, rather looking forward to it.

Though slightly stunned by the devils willingness to go at it again, Dean was more than willing. He just needed some time is all then he was going to work on fulfilling all those perverse desires he had been thinking of over the years.
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