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“Oh, Sam.” Lucifer shook his head, arms crossed as he gazed at the dead body on the bed.
He remembered Sam’s words: “I would kill myself.” He had said, and Lucifer was clear with Sam, he would bring him back, that even bothering to attempt is futile, and yet the idiot, his beautiful, glorious idiot had decided to slash his wrists, his body lying on the bed, his eyes closed as the blood dripped onto the floor.
He strolled towards the dead body, maneuvering around the blood as he sat by Sam’s head. He looked peaceful, and Lucifer supposed Sam was peaceful, well, as peaceful as a dead man could be.
“Oh, Sam…” He lifted his hand, moving to Sam’s hair, slightly stroking it, brushing the stray hairs from his face, getting a better look at his face.
“What to do with you.” He mumbled to himself. So close to Sam made him feel giddy. Sam’s body may be motionless, but being near it felt intoxicating, like a drug. He was tempted to touch his face, cradle his head in his lap, to feel over Sam’s body, to know it intimately, because it was his, it was theirs, and he had waited so long to meet his true vessel.
He decided against it. He had plenty of time to get to know Sam when Sam says yes, though he didn’t stop himself as he gently grabbed Sam’s bleeding wrist, the wound a perfect slice, not a hint of hesitation. He wasn’t scared when he did it, he was determined, and Lucifer had to respect that.
He gently laid a kiss on Sam’s wrist, blood getting on his lips as he pulled away. It was intoxicating, tasting Sam’s blood, feeling his skin. He held onto his wrist, heart pounding as he gently placed Sam’s hand down on the bed.
He stood up, making his way to the opposite end of the bed to get a better, clearer look at Sam’s corpse. He had positioned himself, his head to the side, his hands sprayed out against the bed as his legs were on their sides. He may have been trapped in the Cage for a while, but a painting came to mind: Saint Serapion, the infamous image painted by a Spanish artist. He could chuckle at the thought. He wasn’t sure if Sam did it on purpose, to be seemed as a martyr, but Lucifer knew better, he knew Sam better than anyone.
He got on top of the bed, it creaking due to the new weight, as he knelt over Sam. He gently pressed two fingers to Sam’s forehead, closing his eyes, as he concentrated. Bringing someone to life wasn’t that difficult for Lucifer, but for Sam, he couldn’t allow himself to lose himself in Sam’s touch, in the exhilarating feeling he felt whenever he felt close to his true vessel.
He opened his eyes just as Sam’s eyes flew wide open, gasping as he shot up, breathing as if he hadn’t breathed in years. He looked around the room, disoriented, but when he locked eyes with Lucifer he stilled, body going tense as he clenched his jaw.
“Hello Sam.” Lucifer gave him a small smile. Sam shook his head, giving a very faint “no.” which made him chuckle slightly. Sam stumbled from the bed, falling to the floor, backing away and hitting the wall.
Lucifer stood up, walking towards Sam, ignoring the small pool of blood that lied on the ground. Sam had now noticed the blood, looking at his healed wrists, feeling them as if he couldn’t believe what had happened.
“What… What did-“
“I brought you back.” He interrupted Sam, who looked at him with such fear and contempt
“Don’t be like that. I did tell you that if you killed yourself I would bring you back.” Sam shook his head, turning away. Lucifer picked up what Sam may have been thinking
“You thought I was bluffing.” He crossed his hands, a small smile on his face. Sam looked down, his face morphing into an embarrassed expression that Lucifer found adorable.
“Oh, Sam.” He knelt next to him. Sam turned to look at him, pushing against the wall, an arm out as some form of defense, but Sam couldn’t hurt him, so the attempt came off more pitiful than brave
“Come on, Sam, I won’t hurt you. I promised you I wouldn’t lie to you, remember?” Sam glared at him, and if looks could kill… Lucifer chuckled at his own little joke as Sam attempted to punch him, to knock him down, but Lucifer grabbed his wrist, and the mere contact, the blood pumping underneath Sam’s skin, how he could feel his heartbeat, feel how warm Sam was, how perfect he felt, caused Lucifer to give into impulses as he pulled Sam close, turning him as they both hit the edge of the bed, Lucifer cradling Sam from behind, his head on Sam’s shoulder.
He kept one hand on Sam’s chest, feeling his heartbeat as he tilted his head, sniffing Sam’s hair before moving to his neck. Sam attempted to struggle, but Lucifer merely gripped him tighter.
“Come on, Sam… I know you want me. It’s just one word, and it is so easy to say.” He felt Sam’s heartbeat speed up as he gently laid on kiss against Sam’s neck. Sam headbutted him, causing Lucifer to chuckle
“Get off me!” Sam gritted out, his voice lowering, a clear threat, but it meant nothing to him. All of Sam’s pitiful attempts meant nothing, it was more of an annoyance, but having Sam close to him, to feel Sam’s body beneath his fingertips made that annoyance unimportant
“Come on Sam. You’re going to say yes anyway. Why not now?” He whispered, and Sam shuddered as he breathed against his skin, purposely trying to make Sam uncomfortable. Sam shook his head
“No. I would rather die.” Lucifer chuckled, gazing at the bloodstain next to them, then released Sam.
Sam quickly crawled away, getting on the bed as he gazed at Lucifer, grabbing the knife that was coated in his blood. Lucifer stood up, smiling at Sam.
“That won’t do anything to me, Sam, but you seem to be not ready yet. I get it, you just came back to life! You’re in a bit of a shock right now.” As he spoke, he slowly approached Sam, who still held the knife, ready to attack
When he got close, he quickly grabbed the knife and tossed Sam onto the floor. He gripped the knife, holding the handle as he pressed the tip gently against his finger, though not enough to make him bleed. Sam gazed up at him from the floor, glaring once again.
“I can’t have you keep this. Now don’t look at me like that, you’re the one who slit your wrists, Sam. Now you know though, that I am not lying. You try to kill yourself again and I will bring you back. I’ll do it over and over again if I have to, so you might as well know that this… pitiful behavior that you’re doing is pointless.” He twirled the knife between his fingers, looking at Sam, who now gave a look of despair
“I can’t escape you, can I?” He looked at him, his eyes getting slightly watery. Lucifer merely shrugged, giving a small smile
“It’s okay though, Sam, because you will say yes to me, and when you do, we will be complete. I will leave you be, for now, so you can work through this rebellious phase you’re going through, but once you come to your senses, you know where to find me.” He gave one final look at Sam, memorizing his appearance, his hair, his body, his eyes, then he left, leaving Sam dazed, on the floor.
Sam almost didn’t notice his phone ring, and when he answered, he quickly grabbed his stuff, leaving the room, the blood left on the floor, soon drying into a stain on the ground.