Sam doesn’t want any strings attached.
Lucifer respects his wish. But it starts to kill him little by little.
Sam has asked for impersonal. Gentle, but impersonal, right now. Lucifer needs to attain to that rule and nothing more. He can’t chit-chat with Sam because Sam’s his client, and his sub for the evening to take care of, and he never fails to do that, personal feelings or not.
But question after question keeps pushing in his mind. They’re a hassle to handle, so he concentrates on the now.
The gentleness in his voice pulls a soft shudder from Sam.
“Dean.” Comes the answer, just as broken and full of meaning as the last times he said it.
When Lucifer first asked this of Sam, he took a long minute to utter the name. Right then and there, Lucifer knew that there was a whole long and disastrous story behind that simple name. One that he can’t ask Sam about, even though he wants to know. 当Lucifer第一次询问时，他花了很长时间才说出这个名字。不管如何，Lucifer明白其中一定有一个曲折复杂的故事，但是他不能询问，即使他十分想知道。
“Lucifer, your boy awaits you,” says Ruby, appearing in the doorway to the common room.
His boy. He smiles as he stands up and heads for their designated room without another word.
After seven weeks, everyone on the staff knows that Sam belongs to him and there’s this unspoken rule that nobody is allowed to dom Sam but him.
Or maybe the general consensus is that he belongs to Sam. Either way, Lucifer has no intention whatsoever to either agree or deny any of those statements.
“You never asked me anything outside the scene,” Sam says one day, two months later.
That stops Lucifer dead in his tracks. He studies Sam for a few long moments.
“I didn’t,” he acquiesces slowly, wondering where Sam wants to head with this conversation.
“Why?” Comes the almost shy, almost reluctant reply.
“Because you asked for impersonal.”
Sam ponders his answer. “But you’re curious.”
“I can’t say that I’m not.”
Sam’s lips purse in thought. The color of his blindfold is black. He’s in a good enough head space to demand rough. Sam沉思着抿起嘴，他的眼罩是黑色的。他完全能够要求他被粗鲁地对待。
Lucifer’s heart speeds up, saliva pooling into his mouth at the thought that he’ll get to rip at his own seams just a little bit more and give in to the unsettled passion that lies beneath his cool and controlled mask.
“Can I — “ But Sam’s voice dies in his throat and he swallows, lowers his head in submission.
Or more likely embarrassment. Lucifer pauses, studies the man for a few precious moments.
“What do you want, Sam?”
He shakes his head. “It’s nothing. I’m sorry.” Yet, the tips of his fingers are white where they rest on his knees.
Lucifer comes to stand a few inches apart from Sam, bends a little and tilts his head up, rough hands gentle and caring on Sam’s cleanly-shaved chin.
“You chose the black side of your blindfold, Sam, which means that you’re in the right mood for me to take off my gloves and really make you feel the extent of my passion and desire.”
A shaky breath escapes Sam. “So tell me,” Lucifer whispers across Sam’s half-open lips. “What do you desire right now?”
It would take on a slight inclination of one head for their lips to meet. The thought is so tempting that Lucifer barely manages to keep his breath and himself under control.
“I want to kiss you,” Sam says, scarcely moving his lips.
The shaky breath gusting out belongs to Lucifer this time. Already Sam’s own is picking up in pace.
“But — “
Lucifer waits. Sam remains silent, muscle in his jaw twitching.
“I… want to control it.”
Sam doesn’t rush right into the kiss. No, he feels first: nose dragging on Lucifer’s cheek, lips passing over his, touching lightly, and the whole time Lucifer has to murder the covers to not grab the man and kiss him senseless.
He uses hot breath and almost ticklish touches to make Lucifer question his earlier choice to let the kissing into Sam’s hands.
And then Sam takes his lips into a short kiss; so short that Lucifer chases after him, forgetting that he should let Sam set the pace. Sam deflects easily, turning his head and letting Lucifer find only warm cheek under his lips.
“You’re playing with me,” Lucifer says into his ear, now that he’s in the area.
“No, I’m trying to seduce you.”
Lucifer chuckles. “You’re killing me instead.”
Sam captures his mouth again, but this time he doesn’t backtrack. He kisses and kisses, using tongue and teeth and lips so hot and wet that Lucifer moans low in his throat.
“I’m sorry I failed to see how my control affected you,” he says, words laced with honesty.
“Upsetting you has never been my intention, yet I still managed to drive you to step out of your boundaries to make me see my own mistake. I honestly apologize for my misstep.”
Sam shakes his head as a dissent noise catches in his throat.
“I forgive you, but I still want you to punish me, so please tell me that you will,”
he says earnestly, even going so far as to lean forward in hopes, perhaps, of getting his own wishes across physically, too.
“I don’t want gentle right now if you think that that’s the best course of action to atone for your mistake.”
Another shake of the head. “I want rough. I want you to spank me like I really stepped out of my line.”
“Sam.” The word breaks somewhere in the middle, suffused with too much emotion.
“I refuse to see you retreat into your Dom persona, tailored to meet your client’s desires and expectations. I want to feel owned by the real you, not some fabricated mask.”
What is Sam playing at here?
“Is this the last time I’ll be seeing you?” He hates how his voice shakes around those words.
Sam’s mouth is a poor substitute for the frown that has surely formed beneath the blindfold.
“No, sir, this is not the last time you will be seeing me.”
“Kiss me,”he demands and Sam hurries to comply, but then Lucifer adds, “as if you would a lover.”
There’s no hesitation in the way his lips press forward and tongue asks for entrance. Everything is granted to this gorgeous man, and Lucifer realizes that he is not ready to let him go, not now, not ever. 他毫不犹豫就贴了过去，舌尖引/诱着更深地缠/绵。Lucifer突然意识到自己还没有准备好让他离开，不是现在，而他从未想过。 He wants to keep his precious sub by his side until there are only maggots to account for their bodies; not even then. 他想把他留在身边没有任何东西可以分开他们。