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“... he’s such a fuckin’ prick! First he kills me, now I’m forced to stay in this shitty-ass hotel? As if I need to be redeemed! I’m Adam! The first fucking man!” The former angel sat at the bar, drunkenly ranting to the disinterested bartender as his drink was refilled. He was killed by the freaky maid of the ‘Hazbin Hotel’ (an awful name, in his opinion) before reappearing in Hell, in which Lucifer’s daughter had then ‘invited’ him to stay. He wouldn’t have agreed if there wasn’t a small part of him that hoped he could go back to Heaven through redemption– as if he needed redemption in the first place.
“No one forced you to be here,” the feline bartender muttered, sliding a glass of whiskey towards Adam once more. “Maybe we’d be better off if you weren’t.” Adam had only been at the bar for an hour at most, and Husk was already considering cutting him off. Not that Adam had drunk too much, but because he was so. Fucking. Annoying.
“Fuckin’ asshole,” Adam grumbled in response, downing his drink before slamming the glass down– causing Husk to jump slightly– before standing up from where he sat. He didn’t exactly have a plan on where he would go, other than away from the bar before Husk came up with an insult that Adam wouldn’t have a retort for. He wasn’t as drunk as he wanted to be, but he was drunk enough not to care at this point. All he knew was that he was pissed off and drunk, and he needed to lash out on someone who wasn’t the guy pouring his drinks.
After flipping Husk off in an oh-so-elegant manner, Adam made his way to one of the upper floors of the hotel– not the floor his room was on, sure, but the hotel was empty enough that it didn’t really matter. If anything, it just boosted Adam’s ego; as he had told the princess, Hell is forever , and even if it wasn’t, sinners didn’t want to be redeemed. They were given free will, and look what they had done with it; why go from a place where they could do whatever the fuck they wanted to a place with an actual image to upkeep?
Adam’s thoughts were cut off by familiar voices as he rounded the corner, and his mood instantaneously soured even further. He stopped in his tracks as he spotted Lucifer– king of Hell and the man who not only killed him, but also stole both of Adam’s wives before that– talking to Vaggie, the fucking traitor who somehow managed to get cozy in the princess’ bed after being ripped of her title as an exterminator.
Both of which being people that made Adam literally seethe with anger, and both of which he could reasonably beat the shit out of. Which he was going to, regardless of if he got in trouble or not.
Adam approached the two of them, who were too caught up in conversation to notice the pissed off former angel. He grabbed Lucifer’s shoulder, digging his nails into the demon’s clothing. Lucifer, clearly surprised, turned around only to be met with a punch to the face. The demon stumbled back, his golden blood beginning to leak from his nose and down his lips. “Ow?? What the fuck?” Lucifer said, clearly more confused than anything. Adam hadn’t done much damage– he was nothing in comparison to Lucifer, especially now that he was in Hell; he was lacking his heavenly powers.
Vaggie was the first to act, however, as she grabbed Adam by the arm after the initial impact. She grimaced as she looked him up and down, her grip tightening on his wrist. “You reek of cheap whiskey,” she commented, far too familiar with the smell after having Husker and Angel Dust in the hotel for so long. She then let go of Adam, returning her attention to Lucifer. She rested a hand on his shoulder for a moment.
“I’m fine, Maggie–”
“Vaggie.”
“That’s what I said,” Lucifer stood up straight, wiping away the blood with his thumb and nothing more than a soft frown. He rolled his shoulders back. “I suppose we can discuss the hotel later. You can go now.”
“Are you sure–?”
“I’m sure. He can’t hurt me even if he tried,” Lucifer said with a soft lilt of amusement to his tone. He watched as Vaggie hesitated before making her way down the hall, looking over her shoulder briefly before continuing to walk. Once she rounded the corner, however, Adam took the opportunity to swing another punch at Lucifer. It ended unsuccessfully, however, as Lucifer grabbed his arm.
“Why are you causing a scene?” Lucifer asked, his brows furrowing slightly. “Other than the fact that you’re drunk.”
“You ruined my fucking life! Multiple times!” Adam shouted, his anger basically radiating off of him. “There’s not a moment that goes by where I don’t think about how you’ve screwed everything over for me!”
Wow. That sounded pathetic.
So, of course, Lucifer took the opportunity to twist Adam’s words.
“Are you saying that I’m always on your mind?”
“Yes! I mean– no!” Adam pulled himself out of Lucifer’s grasp. “Piss off, you fuckin’ asshole!”
“You’re the one who approached me first,” Lucifer replied, his words still heavy with that awful teasing tone of his. He grabbed Adam by the collar, pulling the former angel down to his level. “Need I remind you who has power here? Now that you’re in Hell, you’ve lost the powers that Heaven gave you.”
“I don’t need you lecturing me,” Adam shoved Lucifer away, only to be shoved back against the wall by the demon. Regardless of how powerful they both were, the two were also petty as fuck.
“And I don’t need you making a scene in my daughter’s hotel,” Lucifer answered, grabbing Adam by the wrist once more and pushing him into an empty room with enough force to cause Adam to stumble and fall backwards onto the bed. Lucifer closed the door behind them, folding his arms over his chest. “Ever since Charlie graciously invited you to stay at the hotel– against my advice– you’ve been nothing but trouble for her, and by extension, me .”
“So what ?” Adam retorted, making an attempt to sit up. He was successful for all of a couple seconds before Lucifer pushed him down again. “Hey–!”
“Even if you don’t believe in her cause, you’re not going to get redeemed if you keep this up,” Lucifer said, forcing Adam down into the sheets and essentially pinning him to the bed so that he could have the other man’s undivided attention. “If you even have any hope of being redeemed.”
“I do, you fucking– get off of me!” Adam writhed under the demon’s grasp, which only caused it to tighten. He looked up at Lucifer with a scowl, though his expression faltered slightly. He wasn’t sure if it was just from the rush of emotions or from the alcohol in his system, but he suddenly seemed to grow aware of what kind of situation he was just put into. Especially considering the fact that he could feel Lucifer shifting over him to get a more solid grip on his wrists, considering the fact that Lucifer was shorter than him. He opened his mouth to speak when Lucifer positioned himself over Adam’s–
“Holy fuck are you hard right now?” Lucifer asked, sitting up straight. “Huh. I had no idea you had a thing for men.”
“I don’t !” Adam insisted, though his voice faltered. His breath caught in his throat as Lucifer shifted over his dick again. “The Bible says Adam and Eve , not–”
“You are so hard right now,” Lucifer interrupted, teasing once more. “And it’s because of me? I’m flattered.”
“Shut up! I don’t want to fuck your twink ass!”
“That’s not what your wives said.”
“ Lucifer ,” Adam seethed, yet made no attempt to move Lucifer off of him. He looked away, feeling his face grow hot. “ Stop .”
“Do you actually want me to, or are you just saying that to save face?”
Adam was silent for far too long, the man’s thoughts a maelstrom in his mind. By instinct he would’ve said “Yes, of course I want you to get off of me, you wife-stealing whore!” but at the same time, a part of his brain– likely the less rational part– wanted to have Lucifer on his knees sucking him off. If anything, it would just boost Adam’s ego– and after everything that’s happened to him in the past few days alone, he needed something to make him feel better.
“Fucking– fine!” Adam groaned, propping himself up on his elbows. “But you better fucking bet that there’s no way in Hell I’m bottoming to you.”
“... you’re doing an excellent job of it thus far.”
“Prick.”
“Bottom.”
“Fuck you,” Adam rolled his eyes, looking away with a frown, “and as I just said, I’m not–”
“Hush, sweetcakes. No wonder your wives left you,” Lucifer said, the pet name rolling naturally off his tongue. “ Huge pillow princess energy. Not only that, but you whine way too much for someone who calls himself the ‘original dick’.” He gestures vaguely to Adam, who stares at him with utter perplexity.
“What the fuck does any of that mean?”
“It means I’m going to fuck you – in a literal sense this time,” Lucifer answered, one of his hands trailing against Adam’s neck with a shit-eating grin. “With how much your wives liked it, I have no doubt that you’ll be moaning my name so loudly that everyone in this hotel will know how far you’ve fallen– how you’ve been reduced to nothing but a needy whore.”
Adam wanted to insult him so badly , and yet Lucifer’s words had gone directly to his desperate cock, which had reminded him of how it was currently strained painfully against the confines of his clothes. He bit his bottom lip, refusing to look at Lucifer.
“Ah? You like that?” Lucifer grabbed Adam’s chin, forcing the other man to look at him. “Who could’ve thought that you of all people would be into degradation? A man who constantly needs his ego to be stroked– and his cock, too, it seems– wants to feel pathetic at the hands of another. You never cease to amaze me, Adam, and I’ve known you since we were created .”
“Stop teasing me ,” Adam hissed, though his tone was bordering on the edge of desperation. He grabbed Lucifer’s hips, his nails digging into his clothes, which only prompted a laugh from the demon.
“Woah, you really are desperate,” Lucifer teased, prying Adam’s hands off of him. He shifted himself down the bed, positioning himself between Adam’s legs. “Maybe if you ask sweetly enough, I’ll suck you off like you want me to.”
“I’m not begging for you,” Adam answered, grabbing a fistful of Lucifer’s hair, “and you’re going to fuck me when I ask you to– which is now.”
“Mm, no,” Lucifer undid Adam’s clothes, letting his cock spring free from the fabrics it was hidden under. He trailed his finger over the tip, gathering the precum that leaked from it but not doing much else to appease Adam’s desperation. “I’m not going to do anything until you prove that you want it.” He was clearly adamant with his terms, and the way he looked up at Adam with his half-lidded eyes made the former angel’s breath catch in his throat.
“ Fuck , fine,” Adam groaned, letting go of Lucifer’s hair. “Please fuck me, oh great Lucifer. Fuck me until I’m sure that I’m back in Heaven.” His words were laced with sarcasm as he spoke, laying back against the pillows with his legs slightly spread apart, watching Lucifer expectantly.
Lucifer shrugged, clearly finding the answer suitable. He then muttered something under his breath that Adam didn’t quite catch.
“Wha–”
Adam’s words were cut off with a whine as Lucifer drags his tongue against the underside of his cock, his fingers twisting into the sheets. “Holy fuck Luci, give a man some warning,” he breathed, watching as Lucifer started up at him with an innocent expression.
“Oh? I thought you wanted me to suck you off.”
“I do, I just–”
Adam is cut off once more with a groan as Lucifer takes his cock fully in his mouth. He was pissed that Lucifer wouldn’t let him talk, sure, but the anger quickly dissipated into pleasure as Lucifer began bobbing his head up and down the former angel’s shaft. He laced his fingers into Lucifer’s hair once more, albeit much less aggressively than before. “Please don’t stop,” he muttered, tilting his head back.
Lucifer hummed in response around Adam’s cock, trailing his tongue from base to tip and back again. His hands were holding tightly onto Adam’s thighs, his nails digging into the soft flesh. He then pulled away, leaving Adam’s hips to buck needily in response.
“Why’d you stop?” Adam whined, his breathing heavy as his cock twitched in desperation. Lucifer grinned in response, licking his lips.
“I just wanted to admire how needy you’ve become,” Lucifer answers, tilting his head ever-so-slightly. “Maybe I have to see you become a submissive slut more often. It would certainly knock you off of your high horse for once.”
“ Lucifer, ” Adam begged, lifting his hips. “Just fuck me already. Please .”
“Good boy,” Lucifer takes Adam’s cock in his mouth once more. One of his hands trails up Adam’s abdomen before he extends his fingers over the former angel’s chest, his nails gently teasing the other man’s nipples. Adam groaned in response once more, his back arching in response to the stimulation.
“Lu– fuck – Lucifer,” Adam breathed, “I’m close–”
Unfortunately for Adam, however, that was an indication that Lucifer took to stop what he was doing. Before Adam could protest, Lucifer’s hand replaced his mouth, his hand sliding up and down the shaft while his free hand worked on removing his own pants.
“You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to,” Lucifer added as an afterthought, not even looking at Adam as he worked himself free of his pants.
“What? That’s fuckin’ bullshit–”
“You can not cum at all if you prefer.”
“Fuck, okay, I’m sorry,” Adam answered far too quickly, biting his bottom lip as he groaned. He bucked his hips into Lucifer’s hand again, letting out a less-than-holy moan.
Lucifer let go of Adam’s cock once more, instead grabbing his hips. “You know, I always thought I was going to be the one underneath you,” he commented idly, gathering some of his own precum from his erect cock. He traced Adam’s asshole, using the precum as lube. “I think I prefer it this way, though.”
He pressed his tip against Adam’s hole, squeezing his hips. He gave the other man an expectant look, as if he was waiting for permission.
“I need you, Lucifer,” Adam breathed– four words that he never thought he would say. He had no need to in the past; the two had always been uneasy acquaintances at most. There had never been any desire between them, and even less so after what had happened in the garden all those years ago. “Please.”
With Adam’s words, Lucifer slowly slid into him, making sure that Adam had time to adjust before thrusting his hips at a steady pace. “Who knew that you could be such a good whore?” He muttered through his teeth, his own breathing growing heavy as Adam clenched around him.
Adam couldn’t muster up any kind of response, his fingers twisting into the bedsheets once more as Lucifer hit a spot inside of him that brought pure euphoria to course through his veins. “Right there– fuck–” Adam moaned, lifting his hips so that Lucifer could thrust deeper into him. This should have been so humiliating for the former angel, but instead, it felt exhilarating. He could hear Lucifer panting with every thrust– the demon was getting close, too.
Lucifer’s thrusts grew quicker and messier, his hips stuttering as he filled Adam until his seed was dripping out of the other man. He rutted his hips against Adam’s through his orgasm, his nails digging deeper into Adam’s skin and leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake. “I’m– fuck– I’m impressed,” he breathed, one of his hands trailing up Adam’s body once more to tease his nipples. “You’re restraining yourself. You’re waiting for permission to cum like the good fucking whore that you are.”
“Please, can I–”
“Yes,” Lucifer answered, picking up the pace once more. It didn’t take long for Adam to hit his climax as well, his mind flooding with pleasure as he spurted white ropes on his stomach and chest. His body eventually relaxed, his expression one of bliss. Lucifer slowly pulled out, yet it still prompted a groan from Adam as he did.
“I’ll get you cleaned up,” Lucifer hummed, lightly patting Adam’s cheek. “I have to say, the third time really is the charm. That’s the best I’ve felt in a long time.”
“Shut up.”