endverse nickifer and samifer.
sam has been asking lucifer to possess nick so he can physically be with the archangel for the past few months.
lucifer said he would think about it. and he does. sam knows that lucifer is apprehensive. the archangel has obvious and reasonable trust issues and is afraid that sam would trick him. or that someone would take a shot at killing him, or, most importantly, killing sam, while he is not in his true vessel. sam understands and he gives lucifer time.
nick is giddy, almost euphoric about the proposed idea. he wants nothing more than to feel lucifer around his soul again, taking him in the most intimate way possible. angelic possession is something you can never forget. it's something that changes you and then defies you as a person. nick has been thinking (daydreaming) about it happening again even before lucifer has told him.
realistically, it's a win-win situation. sam wants to physically bond with his angel and nick wants to experience the spiritual bond again.
so, after months of mulling it over and talking about it and the possible consequences, lucifer agrees. he orders demons not to disturb him for the next few weeks and flies to a remote cabin in the alps.
after the vertigo of a long flight passes, nick doesn't spare a single glance at the beautiful scenery around them and instead kisses lucifer like a starved man, making sure to commit their last (for a while) kiss to his memory. lucifer pins his human to the nearest wall and licks into his mouth, catching the needy whines and sighs and devout little "yes", "please", "lucifer". it's good, always makes the angel pleased to feel so appreciated, loved and needed. nick seems to be unable to help himself, words of acceptance and love spilling from his mouth in a barely coherent manner. finally, after both of them are properly aroused, nick flushed and panting, lucifer asks the question the human has been waiting for for a long, long time.
nick smiles with happy tears in his eyes.
it's weird, to be able to have full control over your body after years of possession. sam notices his arms and legs and fingers one at a time. he almost falls down on his shaky legs, trying to remember how to stand again and blink and breathe and walk without trembling. lucifer never needed to pass as a human when he was inside. he never blinked, didn't breathe and their heart has never pumped the blood. now all of it overwhelms sam, who grew accustomed to the angel's way of handling the body. the heartbeat is too loud, his eyes feel dry and he is not sure what is the appropriate respiratory rate.
lucifer catches him, gently pulling sam into a hug and then taking them both to sit on the soft emerald grass.
"are you okay?" there's a concealed worry in that mild voice and sam smiles, properly looking at the archangel for the first time in years.
lucifer wears nick differently. there's nothing human in the sitting figure. his back is straight, head slightly tilted to the side, face carefully blank. sam is barely able to suppress a shiver. a need is starting to build deep inside him.
taking the angel's face into his hands, sam smiles and kisses lucifer.
"there's nothing i want more than for you to take me right now"
lucifer's eyes flash a bright red for a moment, and in the next second sam finds himself naked on the cabin bed, wrists tied to the top rail of the headboard.