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Bitten Apple ~ AdamsApple Fic - CHAPTER 4

Adam has to deal with his actions, Lucifer helps out a bit

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a/n: SMUT. FINALLY. ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER

"Date" Night

Instead of the repeated noise of loud knocking, Adam woke up to sharp pain coursing through every inch of his body. It felt like his head had been split with an axe and his stomach like he’d been stabbed to death once more. When Adam opened his eyes they were full of terror and fear, had he died again? Wasn’t that prick supposed to protect him? But as he peeled himself off the floor the memories of the previous day crashed onto him, causing him to fall back onto the floor – which really fucking hurt.

After a few moments of agony he sat up with his back against the bed and his wings covering himself as a blanket as he sifted through his memories. Okay, he had drunk a lot of shitty alcohol, Lucifer found him…And carried him… And they ate and then he fell asleep. His face felt hot – with anger of course – as the words Lucifer had said to him resurfaced.

“It seems like you need to be treated to a proper drink.”

Adam bristled, he wasn’t gay and he sure as hell didn’t want to drink with that bitch. Why should he? Lucifer was nothing but an asshole to him, his lower back still ached dully from being dropped on the fucking chair. Not to mention Adam felt like he was dying for a third time with how badly his head hurt holy shit. A wave of intense nausea and dizziness passed over him as he tried to stand, causing him to promptly sit his ass right the fuck back down. How was he supposed to do anything if he couldn’t stand? The idea of crawling was a thought Adam didn’t toy with for too long, he wasn’t a fan of the thought of being on all fours like some animal.

Adam turned and looked over the bed, hoping to get a glance at the window. Still dark out. Fuck. He sighed, as much as he hated Lucifer the man literally owned the bar and would probably know how to make the pain go away. He’d barely been in Hell and he was already over pain – it was one of the good things about being dead and it had been taken away. Sure, in Heaven he’d like, stub his toe or something but nothing like this, this was completely new. He tucked his wings closer to himself to provide some level of comfort to his intense pain-ridden body – if he couldn’t actively see his body he’d guess that it was being pulled in half.

He groaned and painfully reached out an arm, blindly feeling for a pillow before pulling one towards himself. With this he laid down on his side – back still against the bed – and pulled his knees as close as he could to his chest, his stomach making it hard to do so. He grimaced. He despised how much weight he had put on but couldn’t be bothered enough to do anything about it. The new pose made his stomach pain worse but he didn’t care as he wrapped his wings around his bent legs and placed the pillow on the floor below his head before shoving his face into the plushness of it. The smooth, soft satin pillows were a much needed contrast to the blinding pain that pounded in his head.

He did his damnedest to go to sleep but the throbbing pain made it impossible. When he was right on the cusp of possibly sleeping the sharp knocking on his door shot through his ears painfully.

Adam clamped his hands over his ears, “fuck! Stop! I’m already awake!”

The knocking paused before the doorknob jingled and it opened with Lucifer walking in.

“That doesn’t mean you can-” Adam’s protest died in his throat as he looked at Lucifer who looked… Concerned? No, he must be misreading his face because of how stupid it looked.

Lucifer looked around Adam’s room from where he was standing before looking back down at Adam, raising a brow, “why are you on the floor?”

“Woke up this way and it hurt too much to stand,” Adam huffed.

“Oh yes,” In one swift motion Lucifer squatted down, his face no longer looked concerned, instead holding a smile that was anything but friendly. “You snuck into my personal bar and drank straight from multiple of my bottles.”

A quick hand grabbed Adam’s jaw and jerked his head to properly look at Lucifer, “why the fuck did you think that was a good idea?”

“I-” Adam could barely get in a word before Lucifer spoke up again.

“Did I say you could just go and take whatever you wanted?” Lucifer hissed.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” Adam spat, trying to tug his head out of Lucifer’s death grip.

“I didn’t think I had to, I assumed that even someone like you could figure that out.” Lucifer threw Adam’s face down onto the pillow.

Lucifer stood up, sighing, “that hangover should put you in your place about touching things that don’t belong to you.”

Adam groaned, despite how plush the pillow was it didn’t stop much of the pain of Lucifer slamming his head into it — especially with how fragile he felt right now. He felt so weak, it made him feel even sicker.

Lucifer cleared his throat, “however, this was your first time drinking and I don’t want you throwing up everywhere.” Contemplation coated his tone, as if he was debating something.

Adam opened an eye to look up at him, confused. Was this prick gonna beat the shit out of him more? Kinda fucked to beat him while he was already down. Lucifer closed his eyes and sighed heavily with a hand dragging down his face, his other hand waving in a small, quick circle. Suddenly, Adam wanted to die much less as the pain subsided — mostly. There was still a dull throbbing in his head and his muscles ached but he didn’t feel like a knife from trying to escape his head so he’d take it.

Adam sat up and held his head, confused. “Huh..? What- why..?” He asked, looking up at Lucifer confused.

Lucifer avoided eye contact, “I don’t want you throwing up everywhere, plus, I want to make sure you are good for our plans tomorrow.”

“…Plans?”

“Yes, plans,” Lucifer fixed his collar casually before checking his nails. Why wouldn’t the fucker look at Adam? Finally he did, his red eyes sliding over to meet his gold ones, with his usual cockyness returning, “You didn’t think I was lying about the getting a drink thing, did you?”

Adam’s jaw clenched, “no way you’re serious.” This had to be a joke, why would Lucifer want to get a drink with him?

Adam scrunched up his face, Lucifer was so damn confusing. One second he was slamming his face into the ground, the next he was inviting him for a drink? Could this bitch pick one? Though, Adam would prefer if he just left Adam the fuck alone but he didn’t see that happening anytime soon.

Lucifer’s smile was sharp. “Of course I’m serious, can’t have your only experience of alcohol be bad,” he shrugged, as if it was no big deal. He put a knuckle to his lip, “ I would if a cocktail is something you’d enjoy — or maybe a Piña Colada?”

“How about something that doesn’t taste like shit and feels like drinking the sun,” Adam grumbled.

Lucifer laughed, “trust me, it’ll taste better not neat, especially since you aren’t used to it.”

Adam squinted his eyes at the demon, trust him? Pfft, as if. He was probably just trying to get Adam black out drunk to beat him some more like the sadistic shit he was. But, Adam didn’t really have a choice in the matter and maybe Lucifer was right?

Adam cringed — Lucifer being right? Fat chance but Adam could play along, maybe since he’s already tried a lot of drinks they’ll be better.

“Whatever,” he mumbled, leaning his back against the bed and tilting his head to lay it on the bed. He sighed, it felt nice to not be in excruciating pain.

Lucifer tapped the tip of his cane on the floor, “now, breakfast will be served in 20 minutes. You know what to do.”

Adam blindly grabbed a pillow and threw it to where Lucifer’s voice had been but it simply collided against the wall of the outside hallway — the fucker was gone.

Lucifer appeared in his room, walking over to his vanity and slamming his hands on the crimson desk. He stayed in that position with his head hanging down for a few minutes before he took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror.

“What the fuck are you doing, Lucifer?” He asked himself, running a hand down his face. Not only had he relieved some of Adam’s pain he had also basically asked-out-but-also-kinda-forced Adam on a date. Of course if Adam really didn’t want to he’d definitely let him know, Lucifer mentally noted.

He sat down on the stool that stood in front of the vanity and ran his hands through his hair. His thoughts had been floating back to Adam recently and it was really starting to become a problem. Charlie had needed his help with some things yesterday, and while yes he had left because he had just finished what she needed done, he also left because he couldn’t fucking stop thinking about Adam and their days back in Eden. Lucifer would be talking to his amazing daughter and zone out accidentally just thinking of the sunny days in the garden, listening to the several birds chirp, the different animals run around and the water flow gently throughout. Everything was so peaceful – even Adam.

He had been so different, so curious, full of wonder, kind and caring – Lucifer couldn’t pinpoint what went wrong. After Lilith was made, Lucifer spent more time with her and not long after Eve was made for Adam. Adam never was the same after Lilith – which Lucifer chalked up to being mostly because the first man had been left for Lucifer – and while he still was a good husband, and eventually father, with Eve, he was no longer the kind-hearted man Lucifer had seen be created. Not to mention the death of Abel.

Lucifer of course didn’t see the change, he was stuck in Hell and was more focused on his own family, he only learned of it because of Eve telling him when she died.

Damn – he leaned over on the desk, his torso laying on it – he also hadn’t thought about Eve in a good bit. He never really saw her that much when she was alive after she bit the apple, but he did get to talk to her more once she arrived in Hell. Lilith and Eve quickly became friends over their mutual dislike of Adam, although Eve did relent she missed him. Adam had been the only one to help her after God had abandoned them with both surviving and with their children. Eve also admitted that Adam had been a good father, until the death of Abel, which is when Lucifer learned of it. After the death and banishment of their first children Adam had become closed off and harsher in the way he spoke and acted, leaving Eve alone once more.

Lucifer shook his head, this trip down memory lane was not well placed, he needed to get ready. Well, that was a bit of a lie as he rarely wore anything other than his red-trimmed white suit when around others – however his usually neat blonde hair had been messed up and now stuck up and out at odd ends from his hands mindlessly traveling through it. He sighed and grabbed a comb from a drawer of the vanity and began to smooth out his hair until it was nice and swept back. Lucifer couldn’t help but glare at himself as he got faintly excited to eat breakfast with Adam – which he decided was because he wanted to embarrass Adam and make fun of him and not because he enjoyed the outfit Adam had picked out the previous time they had eaten together. Not at all. He definitely had not thought about how the vest fit him so snuggly allowing Lucifer to see how chubby Adam was and –

Lucifer slapped his face – not hard enough to really hurt but enough to get his mind to shut up. He fixed his collar, flattened out the front of his suit and adjusted his hat before he snapped himself into the dining room. He jumped a bit when he saw Adam already there, leaning over the table, facing away from Lucifer and grumbling to himself.

Oh no.

Adam looked just as good as he had before. He was wearing basically the same thing but this time the vest and dress shirt color had been switched with the vest being black and the dress shirt being crimson, with the addition of the vest being trimmed with gold and a matching black jacket that hung loosely on Adam’s shoulders. The gold trim really brought out Adam’s shiny golden eyes that seemed to glow-

Stop, nope, not doing that. Lucifer was stopping that train of thought right there. He mentally calmed himself down before speaking with his usual tone, “waiting on someone?”

Adam jumped and turned to face Lucifer, “what the fuck? How-” Adam cleared his throat, “uh, yeah. I was waiting on you, asshole.” Lucifer couldn’t help but grin as Adam so poorly hid the fact that Lucifer had scared him.

Poor little lamb, so easily frightened, Lucifer cooed internally.

Adam was really bad at ‘playing it cool’, all he knew was anger and breaking things. Lucifer tilted his head slightly, that wasn’t necessarily true as Adam had discovered the true ‘bliss’ of breaking down – Lucifer still remembered when he had walked into Adam leaving his room with glass coating his hand. Adam’s eyes had been puffy and red from obvious crying and rubbing and while Lucifer didn’t say anything – the man literally had glass in his hand, Lucifer had more important things to focus on – he definitely kept it in his mind for later.

The first man could still feel after all.

The day had gone by both too slow and too fast. Breakfast, lunch and dinner had gone as well as it could with dull pain aching in his body, however it felt… Different? Adam couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Maybe it was the lack of violence – but that could be accounted to Adam listening to the prick – though he swore he saw some weird glances from the demon king, but whatever. Adam didn’t care enough, his blood wasn’t being spilled and he was being beaten and that’s all that mattered.

He had changed into comfier clothes he had found in his closet, he wasn’t sure if they had always been there and he missed them or if they just appeared but they were comfortable as fuck so he didn’t question it. It was just a simple pull-over and sweatpants but Adam was so sick of the tight fitting clothes Lucifer made him wear and wanted something other than the clothes he had woken up with. He usually only wore the sweatpants and ditched shirts when hanging out in his room, it was just better that way.

He now was sprawled on his fucked up bed with an arm laid across his eyes to block the light and he groaned. He was starting to feel claustrophobic with all his shit all over the floors and toyed with the idea of cleaning the room – he knew it would help and would give the added bonus of giving him something to do but he really didn’t fucking want to. It was so much effort that he didn’t have.

Adam lifted his arm slightly and peered down at his filthy floors, grimacing. Why couldn’t he have that fucking magic Lucifer had? He could just magic the floors clean and everything neat. Adam clenched his fists, this was so fucking stupid – why was he, Adam, reduced to a fucking bitch at the beck-n-call of fucking Lucifer. And what pissed him off even more was that he was going along with it, he was wearing the clothes, he was talking back less and it had only been a few days! Adam had given in so easily and he fucking hated it, but he couldn’t bring himself to do otherwise. What purpose was it when it’d just result in him being belittled or beaten.

Adam let out a frustrated growl and shoved his arm back down, he didn’t want to look at anything anymore, it made it too real. Seeing made Adam have to accept the fact that he was in Hell, he was a sinner, and no one was coming to get him.

He could feel his chest and throat begin to burn from the effort to not cry like a bitch again. His body still throbbed – less violently as it had in the morning – and his room was a mess which was just another painful difference between here and his home in Heaven, and he was just letting himself be ordered around with not much fight and-

Adam swallowed thickly on nothing as it felt like everything was hitting him all at once. He was alone, powerless and weak and it hurt to admit it. He could do nothing but just hope that someone would care enough about him to come get him – how could someone not care about him? He was the first man…

So where was everyone?

Where was Lute? His girls? Sera? Emily? Fuck, he’d take anyone. Adam turned to lay on his side and curled up, his wings tucking comfortingly around him – he avoided looking at the color for too long. He hugged himself as he fought back crying. He wouldn’t cry again, he was strong, he was strong. He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t. They’d find him and he wouldn’t cry. They’d be here soon and he wouldn’t cry.

He wouldn’t cry.

He won’t.

Adam squeezed his eyes hard as he tucked his head further into himself.

He did.

Adam woke up groggily with his eyes, chest and throat burning and a small puddle under his head – which he decided was drool. He rubbed his eyes and slowly moved out of bed. Despite sleeping for a while it felt like he hadn’t slept at all, he was so drained and exhausted. He walked around the junk on the floor, making his way to the bathroom and opened the door. As he entered the bathroom, the covered floor turned to clean tiles which echoed his hooves clacking as he walked. He grimaced but continued moving towards the big ass mirror that was settled behind the sinks.

Adam placed his palms on the corner of the counter and leaned over to get his face closer to the mirror, examining the damage. His eyes were red and puffy with faint tear lines going down his cheeks that wouldn’t go away no matter he tried to rub them away. He growled and shoved away from the stupid fucking mirror and walked over to the closet – he had no idea what time it was but figured he should get dressed so he didn’t have to later as he was still only in his sweatpants.

He grumbled as he dug around the closet – why was everything so close fitting? It pissed him off. Whatever, he’d make do, again. The thought to just wear what he was now passed through his mind but today was the gay ass date Lucifer wanted – which Adam was not excited about. He knew Lucifer was a queer – he’d known the man for a millena, not to mention it was obvious as fuck. Back before he ruined everything and before Lilith, he and Lucifer spent a lot of time together in the sun and Adam had plenty of time to get to know the angel. Adam’s chest ached, he missed the garden and how perfect it had been. He missed naming the animals he found – he was pissed to find out he hadn’t named all of them and his descendants were now doing that. That was his job but it wasn’t like he was around on Earth to do it so he supposed it was fine.

He scowled as he remembered how much time he had spent with Lucifer, back then the angel hadn’t been such an asshole and Adam had been quite fond of him. He’d always get so excited to see him again when Lucifer came back from doing whatever he was doing up in Heaven to tell him of what Adam had learned and discovered. But then that fucking bitch decided that when Lilith was made that Lilith was so much cooler and Lucifer no longer needed Adam. Adam didn’t care that Lilith left him, Adam never really liked Lilith – in fact, he resented her. He fucking hated how Lucifer favored her and how he abandoned Adam for that whore.

Adam paused, stopping his mindless scrounge for clothes to wear. Was- was he jealous of Lilith? Jealous that she stole Lucifer’s attention?

He grit his teeth and punched the nearest wall. No, he wasn’t fucking jealous, he just hated those bitches because they ruined everything. He didn’t miss Lucifer, he missed the garden. He didn’t fucking miss that twink laying next to him in the soft grass in the warm sun, no. Adam punched the wall again, pain spreading from his fist. He wasn’t jealous, he didn’t miss Lucifer and he sure as Hell wasn’t a damned fag.

Adam punched the wall once more to make sure it wouldn’t spill his secrets and snarled. This was so fucking stupid, being only around Lucifer for so long was driving him insane. Hopefully the promised drinks both stopped his clear insanity and calmed him down and that hope was the only thing getting him through the idea that soon he and Lucifer would be alone, drinking together.

After shuffling through the closet he found some clothes to wear and tugged them on. It was a simple crimson collared shirt with a black jacket that had sick ass gold spikes and – to humor himself – a gold bowtie with simple black pants. The clothes felt a lot like the clothes he had woken up here with and they didn’t cling too harshly to his stomach. He gave himself a once over in the mirror before deciding that was a stupid bitch thing to do and walked out of the bathroom.

He opened the door to leave his room and was met with Lucifer, who had his hand closed and raised like he was about to knock. It gave him a feeling of diva blue, or whatever it was called. Lucifer’s eyes flicked down Adam’s outfit, a small grin turning the corners of Lucifer’s mouth up. Adam rolled his eyes.

“Seems like you’re excited for today,” Lucifer grinned fully now, his eyes meeting Adam’s. He leaned against his cane, his fingers rhythmically tapping expectantly against the fake apple that rested at the top.

“I woke up early and didn’t feel like waking up to your dumbass knocking,” Adam huffed, crossing his arms. “I’m not ‘excited’ about your fucking gay ass date thing you want so badly to happen.”

Lucifer merely hummed and stood up straighter, his smile not leaving, “whatever you say.”

They walked down the hallway and then the stairs to the dining hall. Breakfast was fine, it was some more fancy shit Adam didn’t care to know about other than it tasted good. Lucifer had made sure that Adam ate all of it so he wasn’t drinking on an empty stomach but other than that they didn’t talk much. Once they finished up – Adam had to wait another millena for the bitch to finish eating – Lucifer stood up and motioned for Adam to follow, which he did.

The path they were taking was faintly familiar, which he soon realized was because it was the way to Lucifer’s own little bar as they arrived at the door. Lucifer twisted the knob, allowed Adam to walk in first and followed after.

“Sit down at one of the stools, I’ll make us some drinks,” Lucifer said casually as he pulled his coat and hat off and set them on a clothing rack near the door. Adam walked over and easily sat on the stool as it only went up to his thighs – Lucifer’s short ass probably considered these ‘tall chairs’. He raised a brow at Lucifer’s actions, why the fuck was he taking off his coat?

Adam watched carefully as Lucifer smoothly walked over, his heels clicking and clacking as he did so, and walked behind the counter. He bent down and grabbed some weird shaped metal thing that came apart, it looked like two metal cups, and a smaller metal piece that looked like maybe a measuring cup.

Lucifer set the objects on the counter along with a bunch of ice in a bowl and several cups of various shapes and sizes, “now, what kind of drink do you want?”

Adam stared at the weird tools before looking up at Lucifer and shrugging, “something that doesn’t burn like- well- Hell.”

Lucifer thought about it before turning and bending down to a small mini fridge, grabbing a few different colored bottles that he placed on the counter as well, “I think I have something.”

He took the small measuring cup and began pouring a little bit of each liquid and then dumping it into one of the metal cups. Lucifer added ice to the mix before grabbing the second cup and setting it on top of the other, making it one item once more before violently shaking it. The liquids sloshing and the ice clanking against the cups mixed together like the drink that it held. Adam eye’s were locked on to the vigorous shaking cups.

“You never seen drinks get mixed?” Lucifer asked, a smile playing on his lips.

Adam shook his head, “I didn’t even know you could.”

That earned a laugh from the king who threw the liquid filled container up and behind him. Before Adam could ask what the fuck he was doing, Lucifer caught it smoothly and popped open the top, pouring the new creation through a strainer into a cylinder cup that had a tall base.

Lucifer set the strainer aside, added a lemon to the side and pushed it towards Adam, “Modern Cosmopolitan.”

“Bless you,” Adam commented as he looked over the pink drink. This very well could be a trap that Adam was about to willingly walk right into but it didn’t seem likely. Lucifer already owned him, what was the point in setting up a trap? That eased his nerves enough to grab the foot of the cup and tentatively bring it to his lips.

He took a sip, the liquid flowed smoothly against his tongue. It still had the slight burn of alcohol as it went down his throat but it was dulled by the sweet tang of the other flavors that had been mixed in. It was really fucking good, he had to admit – so good he took another sip that was larger than the last.

“Like it?” Lucifer asked as he mixed up another drink.

Adam set the cup on the counter and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “yeah, I guess.”

He fought the urge to down it in one go but there were probably more drinks Lucifer wanted him to try and considering how good that one tasted, fuck, now he was a little excited to try more. Hell, Lucifer might for once have a good idea.

Lucifer made him drinks late into the evening, Adam trying every single one of them. He tried all sorts of drinks, more cocktails, some martinis, margaritas, all of them tasting nothing like he’d ever had before. He definitely saw the appeal of alcohol now that it didn’t fuck his throat. – he shook his head at that thought. ‘Fuck his throat’ sounded gay.

They had been making drinks for so long that Lucifer ended up making them food at the bar so they could eat and continue drinking. Lucifer also started drinking at some point, Adam couldn’t tell when, everything was kinda fuzzy now. That haze that covered his mind like a blanket had started to return and Lucifer slowly became more tolerable with each sip he took.

“Yeah, then we fucked and it and fucking awesome,” Adam slurred, taking another sip of some random drink – there was so many around him.

Lucifer laughed, shaking his head and drank a shot – Lucifer had told him what it was, Adam hadn’t been a huge fan. He wiped his mouth, “I’m surprised you actually got laid in Heaven.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He gave Lucifer a pointed look.

He simply shrugged, “I feel like women would be turned off by your general…” he waved his hands, looking for words, “... You-ness?”

Adam rolled his eyes, “bitches loved- love me.” He puffed out his chest, a wide grin on his face, “how could they not want a piece of the dickmaster?”

“Your wives clearly didn’t,” Lucifer gulped down another shot.

He nearly broke the glass that was in his claws. Adam stared at Lucifer with sharp eyes, “what.”

Lucifer used his thumb to wipe off a stray drop on his lips before smiling, “I said, ‘your wives. Clearly. Didn’t.”

Adam growled, “oh yeah? What makes you so fucking appealing, huh?”

“I’m not a dickhead and treat women with respect,” Lucifer stated as if it was fact. Adam treated women with respect! His whole army was women and he respected every single one of them. He even listened to what they said – okay well, he heard what they said, whether or not he listened was a different story.

“Oh so tricking a woman into eating an apple is respect?” Adam spat, setting the glass down so he didn’t get glass everywhere because fucking Hell he was fucking fuming.

Lucifer glared, “I didn’t trick Eve, she willingly ate the apple.”

“Yeah, because we didn’t know what the fuck lying was!”

“I didn’t lie, you’re just pissed because they left your sorry ass!”

“I don’t care about them leaving me, I’m upset that you left me, dumbass!”

They both stopped and stared. Adam slapped a hand over his mouth. No fucking way he said that, no fucking way. This was a fever dream, drunk hallucination – anything but reality. He didn’t miss Lucifer, he only said that because- because he was drunk. That’s it. Nothing else.

“Oh?” Lucifer grinned, setting the shot glass he had just finished beside him and leaning over the counter. “That so?”

“Fuckin- no- I didn’t- that’s not true,” Adam rabbled. How the fuck was he going to talk his way out of this one-

He didn’t have time to think as Lucifer lurched forward over the counter – somehow not knocking over one of the various glasses – and crashed his lips onto Adam’s. Adam fell off the stool from the impact, landing on his ass, but Lucifer stayed attached. He paused and cracked an eye open, looking up at Adam. He was giving Adam an out. An out he could take so he’d never have to think of this ever again. An out Adam should take.

Adam closed his eyes and kissed back.

That’s all Lucifer needed, he snaked a hand around Adam’s head and grasped his hair roughly. Adam gasped, which allowed Lucifer to shove his forked tongue into his mouth. Their tongues fought, Lucifer soon won that battle and crawled further up Adam’s body. Lucifer used his other hand to roam Adam’s torso which caused Adam to shiver. This was going against everything in Adam’s mind. He should hate this, he should push off Lucifer, beat him into the ground for ever trying this… But Adam didn’t hate it, it felt.. Good. It felt really fucking good.

He groaned as Lucifer pulled back and bit at Adam’s lip – he could faintly feel blood trickling down his chin as dull pain blossomed in his lower lip. That encouragement led to Lucifer moving his razor teeth to his neck, peppering the sensitive skin with bites before kissing the abused area. He wasn’t sure when Lucifer had taken his jacket and bowtie off but they were now discarded on the floor and Adam couldn’t care less.

He felt Lucifer’s roaming hand slip under his shirt and he jumped at the sudden feeling of Lucifer’s warm touch – but he didn’t pull away. Lucifer lifted his lips from Adam’s bruising neck and locked eyes with him. Adam swore the room was a million degrees as Lucifer’s claws gripped his stomach, leaving scratches that would definitely be there in the morning to remind him of all the sins he had committed in one go.

“I- I hate you,” Adam moaned as Lucifer yanked his head back by his horns, it was a weird – but really fucking good – sensation.

“I know,” Lucifer whispered in his ear before trailing his serpent tongue down Adam’s neck. Heat spread across his body as his blood fought on whether to go to his face or dick.

Lucifer’s hands slowly slid to the buttons of Adam’s shirt as he continued to suck and bite on Adam’s flesh. Adam brought one of his hands to his mouth to cover the embarrassing noises that the short man was causing, his back arching ever so slightly into Lucifer’ touch. Cool air brushed against Adam’s burning skin as each button was slowly undone, Lucifer shifting backwards as he moved his mouth along Adam’s collarbone, going lower with each undone button.

In one swift motion Adam’s shirt was ripped off of him and thrown somewhere, leaving Adam’s upper body on full display. Embarrassment crept into his cheeks as he watched Lucifer’s eyes roam every part of his torso. Lucifer’s hand mindlessly trailed along Adam’s chest, lingering on the scar on his left side from where his rib had been taken out. His – surprisingly – soft hands wandered to the red X that sat in the middle of his torso.

“You really have let yourself go,” Lucifer murmured. Adam looked away, ashamed at the sight. Before Adam could leave and try to forget this ever happened, Lucifer bit down on a bit of chub.

“Fuck!” Adam yelped, twisting his head painfully fast back to Lucifer, who was now pulling back and wiping a thin trail of blood from his lips.

“And I fucking love it,” he growled before beginning his vicious assault on Adam’s stomach, sharp teeth stabbed at his flesh in so many places, any gentleness that had been there previously was gone as Lucifer scratched and bit.

“Ahh~ Ow- shhh-sh shit-” Adam babbled, his mind hazy as pain and pleasure bloomed across his body.

Lucifer licked the most recent bite before pulling away and admiring his work, his eyes gleaming as he scanned Adam’s body. Adam’s breathing was heavy and ragged as if he had just ran a marathon, eyes half-lidded as he looked at Lucifer.

“I didn’t think you could look any hotter,” Lucifer purred. He grinned as he moved a leg in between Adam’s, “I think I have a way to make this sight even better.”

Adam couldn’t even voice his confusion before his unspoken question was answered as Lucifer pressed a knee against Adam’s hard-on. He gasped sharply, he hadn’t even realized how fucking hard he was but now it was all he could think of as his dick throbbed for release. Adam bit his lower lip to contain his moans as he grinded against Lucifer’s leg.

He hissed as Lucifer harshly gripped Adam’s hips, forcing him still. Lucifer shot him a glare, “did I say you could start humping my leg like a damn dog?”

His dick twitched – Adam hated that Lucifer’s words had such an effect on him. He gulped as Lucifer smile widely – fuck, he felt that. Lucifer pressed his knee harder against Adam, “oh? Did someone like that?”

He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. A hand shot to his neck, pressing in all the right places as Lucifer moved his face closer to Adam’s. “Answer me, mutt,” he spat the last word.

Adam’s mouth opened and closed several times, no words leaving his mouth. Lucifer’s grip tightened, his eyes bore into Adam as a hand reflexively went to his neck, hand resting on Lucifer’s. He didn’t make an effort to remove the hand, though. Closing his eyes he finally nodded, the pressure on his throat disappearing.

“Good boy,” Lucifer grinned, moving himself in between Adam’s legs. Adam’s eyes widened as he watched Lucifer slide his hands to the waistband of Adam’s pants, the tight tent in his pants was painfully obvious as Lucifer slowly – very fucking slowly – pulled off his pants.

Adam was in nothing but his boxers, his dick painfully hard as it throbbed for any sort of friction – Adam had to bite his lip harder to keep from whimpering. Lucifer grinned down at him, his hand barely touching Adam’s clothed cock, making him jump.

“Mnnh-!”

“So sensitive,” Lucifer pressed his thumb onto the clothed head and rubbed gently, Adam squirmed. “Fucking pathetic,” he spat, removing his hand.

“Nnghh, fuck- hurry the fuck up,” Adam whined.

“That’s not how you ask, slut,” Lucifer glared. “Keep talking like that and you won’t get anything.”

Panic shot through Adam and his mouth ran faster than his mind, “fine- fine! Please- please hurry the- hurry up!” Heat filled his cheeks but fuck, he didn’t care. He needed this.

Lucifer looked at him wide eyed before regaining his composure and hooking two fingers on his boxes and tugging them off in a quick motion, cool air brushed against Adam’s now exposed crotch. Pre-cum beaded at his tip as Lucifer’s grin turned hungry as he looked over Adam, his hands running down his thighs and back up.

Once Lucifer had his fill of torturing Adam of just barely not touching him, he leaned over and held out three fingers in front of the first man’s mouth, “open up wide for me, Baby.”

Adam raised a brow, what the fuck was he doing? “Wh-” his question died in his throat and was replaced by three fingers shoved in his mouth.

“Suck,” was all Lucifer said and for some unknown reason, Adam did. He sucked on and licked Lucifer’s fingers, Lucifer humming sweet praises like “good boy” and “so good for me.” His cock hurt from how fucking hard he was – since when did Lucifer have this effect on him? After an unknown amount of time, Lucifer removed his fingers and forced Adam’s legs further apart.

“What are you doing..?” Adam mumbled, his mind hazy. He wasn’t even sure if this was real.

“Opening you up for me,” Lucifer answered. Before Adam could ask what that meant, one of Lucifer’s wet fingers touched his asshole. He jumped, opening his mouth to protest – he wasn’t going to take it up the ass! – but quickly snapped his mouth shut as the finger slid in so easily. He sank back down on the floor as Lucifer worked his way deeper into Adam. It felt so weird but so fucking good holy fucking shit – okay maybe he’d take it up the ass, if Lucifer’s fingers felt this good then how good would his dick? Fuck, was Adam gay? Now was not the time to have this crisis. After some prodding, another finger was added, then another until Lucifer deemed Adam ‘opened up’.

Adam’s mouth was so dry as he swallowed, his mouth had been open as Lucifer finger-fucked him, and peered to see what Lucifer was doing. Lucifer unzipped his white pants and dug out his own hard dick, his other hand conjuring a bottle of lube.

“You had that the whole time?” Adam growled with no real bite behind it.

Lucifer looked up at him, grinning, “I wanted to use that pretty mouth of yours.” He looked back down and poured the lube on his cock and pumped it a few times, “maybe I’ll get to use it a different way another time.”

Lucifer lined himself with Adam’s hole, locking eyes with Adam as he slowly pushed it. And fuck. It felt so good. Adam couldn’t help the moans that flowed out of his mouth – he had never had anything inside of him and holy shit he has been missing out. Lucifer continued inching his way in until he was at the hilt, Adam had never felt so full – he could get used to this. They sat like that for a moment before Lucifer pulled back and snapped his hips forward roughly.

“Hghn- hahhh- nmmh~ fuh- fuck~!” Adam cried out as Lucifer began pounding into him. After a good few hard thrusts, an intense wave of pleasure shot through him.

“Ahh~!” Adam moaned, what the fuck had just happened? “Wah- what the.. Fuck??”

Lucifer laughed, “that’s your prostate.” Lucifer moved Adam’s legs so they were resting on Lucifer’s shoulders, “let me get you two acquainted.”

With this new position Lucifer was able to fuck Adam even deeper and more easily hit his ‘prostate’. How the fuck had he not known about this bundle of nerves? He was the first man! He should know these things! Adam was basically melting into the floor, his body jell-o as all he could do was moan. He had to admit that Lucifer knew what the fuck he was doing.

“Sing for me, Baby,” Lucifer grunted, his claws dipping into the flesh of Adam’s hips, “tell me who is making you feel this good.”

“Y- you- hahh~ You are! Luci- fuck!” Adam whimpered as Lucifer’s dick slid in and out of him at such a fast yet pleasurable speed. He could feel the pleasure tipping him over, he was so close. Lucifer was hitting every right fucking spot and it was becoming too much, he couldn’t handle much more.

“Gah- gonnah cum!” Adam cried as he matched Lucifer’s thrusts and came, hot spurts of cum stringing onto his chest. Lucifer increased his speed, chasing his own high before cumming deep inside Adam. Adam’s mind was hazy as he panted heavily, eyes squeezed shut.

It wasn’t long until he slipped into sleep that he hadn’t realized had been calling to him.

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