Chapter 12/12:

"You're too tense."

"I'm not."

"You are," said Luke gently and covered Sam's hand with his. "Take a deep breath." Sam did. "Now relax and play the first half of the first line." Sam nodded and then positioned his right hand over the piano keyboard. He hit the notes gently, going slow, and Luke was nodding in approval. "Good job," said Luke. "Now try playing that while adding the notes for your left hand." Sam positioned his left hand over the keyboard and started to play the piece that Luke was teaching him.

It had been almost a year since Sam left the hospital, for good. He was clear and clean. The day he had called Luke with the news was a day that Luke didn't think he'd be able to forget. Ever. Sam was home. Sam was with him. He was sitting right beside him and Luke was teaching Sam on how to play the piano. On Sam's orders.

One day when Sam came over he had asked Luke if he had any talents that he didn't know. Luke said that he knew how to play the piano, a bit, and then Sam had asked him to play something for him, and here they were. Sam wanting to know how to play it.

It was a good distraction from the topics that both of them were subtly ignoring. Neither of them wanted to open that can of worms. Neither of them wanted to remember the past and Sam's mistakes. It'd haunt them for years, sure, but right now, wasn't the time to think of those things.

Luke glanced up from Sam's stiff fingers and looked at his profile. He was tense with concentration, reading through the notes and trying to play them right. He looked healthy. His hair was a bit longer than before, but it suited him. His face was clean shaven. He was allowed to use sharp objects now, but with supervision. He shaved himself this morning, while Dean sat beside him. And that was the first thing that he proudly said to Luke as he came over. Luke had smiled and hugged him tight.

Sam frowned as he confused his fingers over the keys and then let out a sigh of frustration. Luke smiled softly and leaned in and kissed his cheek. Sam's fingers slipped on the key and he turned his head sharply and looked at him. "What was that for?"

Luke shrugged and said, "You look adorable."

Sam glared at him, "You're mocking me, aren't you?"

"No, no," said Luke, chuckling. He leaned in and gave Sam a quick kiss and pulled back, smiling in amusement as he saw that Sam's eyes were closed and he was leaning in again. "I was not mocking you. You just looked adorable, with your concentrating face and all."

Sam opened his eyes and narrowed his eyes at him, "Right."

Luke chuckled again and moved Sam's hair out of his eyes with the tips of his fingers. He leaned in and kissed Sam's temple. Sam smiled softly and tilted his head to the side, finding Luke's lips, molding it with his for a soft chaste kiss. Kissing Luke was as easy as breathing. He was familiar with its shape and he was familiar with how Luke kissed. He'd make sure to give everything he had in him into the kiss and it'd always make Sam's toes curl in passion.

There was a soft knock on the door, and with reluctance, Luke broke the kiss. "Come in."

Charlie peeked in and smiled at them, "If you're hungry, the dinner's ready."

"Thank you, we'll be there soon," Luke replied. Sam smiled at her as she left.

"She's changed," said Sam as soon as the door was closed.

"Yeah, Meg is good for her," said Luke, looking at Sam.

Charlie claimed Meg, one of Sam's friends, last year before Sam was hospitalized. Meg was pleasantly surprised by it and completely smitten. Just like everyone was with the Novaks.

Sam took Luke's hand in his and brought it up to his lips. He kissed the knuckles softly and stared into Luke's eyes. He could feel the warmth and something radiating through his eyes, which made Sam's insides all warm and cuddly. He leaned in and kissed Luke softly and then stood up. Luke followed him as they made their way to the kitchen where everyone was. Dean and Castiel were deciding on the wine. Kevin was leaning against the counter as Gabriel stirred something on the stove, which smelled mouthwatering. Meg and Charlie were preparing the table.

Luke squeezed Sam's hand and then walked to Gabriel assessing his work on dinner. Sam stood in the middle of the kitchen and looked at them all. This was his family now. These people that were playfully bickering with each other, making dinner, laughing and talking. He felt warm and choked up at the same time.

These people cared about him and loved him. He was positive that one of them loved him to death.

He walked towards Luke and took his hand in his again. It didn't hurt that bad anymore. Sam was getting better. And Luke was there to help him with it.

Later that night when everyone went to bed, satisfied with dinner, Sam and Luke were up in Luke's bedroom. Luke was lounging in his bed, reading a book, while Sam was playing Luke's piano. His fingers were still tense, unfamiliar with the notes he was playing but he was getting better. And Luke was really patient and gentle at the way he was teaching him.

He glanced up from where he had been staring at his fingers and felt the same old feeling that he always felt whenever he looked at Luke. He looked beautiful. The moon light was cascading through the windows, giving a gentle glow to the room. It wasn't enough light for Luke to read his book so he opted to use the night-table light. His hair looked ruffled and was standing at all odd ends. He was breathing softly, his chest moving up and down by the rhythm. He was half-sitting, half-laying down on the bed. Sam knew at the instant that he was ready to be with him. To be fully with him. No boundaries or restraints between them. They'd been tiptoeing around each other for some time now, and the tension between them was getting out of hand.

Sam didn't know how long he'd been staring at him, but he couldn't look away either. The realization of what he wanted had him rooted at his place.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," said Luke, his voice low and deep.

Sam blinked, "I wasn't staring."

"Liar," Luke replied, his voice teasing. "Done playing for the day?"

"I think so. I'll work on it tomorrow as well, if it's okay with you," Sam said, twisting his fingers in his lap, trying not to sound too nervous, or hopeful.

Luke looked away from his book and at Sam. Maybe he saw something on Sam's face, because the next thing he knew, Luke was closing his book and standing up from his bed. He slowly made his way to Sam, the tips of his fingers, caressing the surface of the piano. He walked and stood behind Sam. He placed his hands on the piano board, trapping Sam between his arms, and leaned forward. He nosed the back of Sam's neck and Sam, with a sigh, dropped his head forward, closing his eyes.

"Is there anything in your mind that you'd like to share with me?" Luke whispered, his breath ghosting over Sam's already flushed neck. He tilted his head to the side and Luke mouthed his exposed neck. Lips barely touching his skin.

Sam turned his head and was, once again, struck by how beautiful and handsome Luke looked. He didn't think that he'd ever get tired of saying that to anyone. And Luke was close to his face, they were barely inches apart. Sam licked his lips and saw that Luke's eyes were zeroed down on his lips. The action made Sam shudder. "I think you already know what I want."

The words barely left his lips and Luke was kissing him. Hot and passionate. Sam made a small sound at the back of his throat and lifted his hand to thread his fingers through Luke's hair. Luke growled and nipped at his lower lip. He turned Sam around on the chair and tipped his head back, deepening the kiss. His hands were hot on Sam's cheeks and neck. Sam let his hands wander around Luke's back, and then gripped the back of his thighs, pulling him closer.

Luke moaned into his mouth, tongue tangled with Sam's in a passionate dance. If Sam thought that Luke didn't hold back when they kissed, this was something that he couldn't describe with words.

Luke lips felt warm against his, demanding and powerful. But it was gentle and soft at the same time. It was a beautiful mix that Sam craved and thought he'd never get satisfied. His grip tightened on Luke's thighs and he brought him closer, legs parting to make a space for him in between them. He was getting hot and flushed by the time Luke's lips left his mouth and dragged down Sam's jawline, leaving a hot trail of open mouthed kissing. He pulled at Sam's earlobe and a choked cry left Sam's lips. His lips bucking up involuntarily into air.

"You're so hot," Luke whispered, his hands going under Sam's shirt from his neck, the other joining in from under. "So hot."

Sam didn't know how to respond. The only thing he could do was enjoy the pleasurable feelings that were being provided to him by Luke. Only Luke.

He wanted to get closer to him. There were too many clothes in the way and his shirt was in the way for Luke. So he pushed at Luke a bit, stood up, and grabbed the hem of his shirt, tossing it over his head and to the side. Luke's lips parted, a broken moan leaving his lips, as he gazed at Sam's naked chest. Sam was built, and he was never uncomfortable when he'd get naked, but under Luke's gaze, he felt exposed in ways that he never thought he'd ever be.

Luke hands were back over his chest before he even had time to breathe. Sam let out a loud gasp as Luke leaned forward and licked his chest starting from his torso up to the hollow of his neck, stopping only two times to lick and suck on his nipples, which were erect from arousal and the cool air that Luke's bedroom always provided. It felt nice on his flushed skin.

"Remove," Sam grunted as he felt Luke's shirt's fabric grazing against his skin. He helped Luke to get it off from him and didn't waste any time ogling at Luke's thick muscles, and the V of his hips that looked extremely lickable. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Luke's waist and pulled him flush against his chest, moaning at the contact. Their belt buckles clanged against each other, and Sam could feel Luke's arousal against his. Come to think of it, he could feel Luke's restrained arousal in him. It was raw and was clawing to get out. Sam bit down on his lower lip, hard, and whispered hotly. "Why are you holding back?" His voice was deeper and he shuddered as Luke's hands wandered down his body and gripped his ass, squeezing them, and pulling them closer.

"If I don't stop myself now, I'll destroy you, Sam," his voice was so deep that Sam gave a full body shudder, hips bucking against Luke's.

"Good," he said. "I want to be destroyed. Don't hold back."

The only warning he got from Luke was the hardening of his muscles as he lifted Sam up. Sam was quick to wrap his legs around Luke's waist. Luke's hands were under his ass and Sam ground down, because it was too much. Luke walked them to his bed and Sam whispered. "Putting your angel powers to good use, huh?" his voice broke through the sentence and he moaned as Luke squeezed him again.

He was then dumped on the bed with a warm and solid weight on top of him, pushing him deep into the mattress. Their kissing was brutal this time, neither was holding back as they kissed, bruising and biting. Teeth clanged, tongues swiped, lips sucking. It was hot. It was raw. It was needy.

Sam bucked his hips up again and Luke met him thrust for thrust. Sam threw his head back crying out. The steady friction of his jeans a pleasant numbing sensation to his hardness. Luke's hands traveled down his body, fingers wrapped around Sam's belt and stalled. Sam looked up at Luke, who was staring down at him with so much need that Sam couldn't stop the moan escaping his lips.

"I need to touch you," Luke growled and Sam shuddered again, eyes closing and then opening. "But… I need to know that you're okay with this first."

Sam's hands were rubbing Luke's back restlessly, pushing and pulling him closer. "Yes, yes," he nodded frantically. "I'm okay with this. I want you. I need you, Lucifer. Please."

The name left his lips so easily that he didn't blink at it at all. It was just a name, and nothing else. He didn't think about it at all. It just slipped out and the reaction that he got from the owner of the name was enough for Sam to arch his back in pleasure.

Lucifer gave him one of those kisses where he literally didn't hold back. At all. And which left Sam gasping for breath. Lucifer's fingers made quick work on his belt and his jean's button and zipper. Sam did the same with Luke's. They both wiggled a bit to get their jeans off as fast as they could and quickly they pulled each other in.

They both shuddered as they felt their nakedness against each other. Sam's body was flushed and hot, while Lucifer's hands and lips were warm, his whole body was cold. It was a pleasant combination that Sam really liked.

Lucifer's hands made their way back down his body and around his knees. He grabbed them and made Sam wrap them around his waist. The position made Sam's hips to arch up a bit and his legs to open up wider, making enough space for Lucifer's body to position in between his legs. Sam tugged at Lucifer's hair, pulling him closer, and kissing his lips again. Their hips thrusting against one another, their cocks lined up against each other, creating a pleasant sensation for them both. But Sam wanted more. He tightened his legs around Lucifer and ground his hips up forcefully against Lucifer's.

Lucifer hissed at that and pulled back a bit to look down at Sam. He swallowed hard as he got a better look at Sam. He was a beautiful mess. His skin was flushed with raw arousal, his whole body was covered in sweat and his hair looked wild. Luke assumed it was because of his hands. He leaned in and kissed Sam's lips gently and pulled back again, leaning his forehead against Sam's. "I need to know that you're really okay with this."

"I am," Sam was quick to answer. He shifted his hips up to prove Lucifer that yes, he was on board on whatever, as long as Lucifer wouldn't stop touching him.

"You do know that if we do this, then there's no turning back," Lucifer said, his lips ghosting over Sam's face.

Sam's fingers tightened over his back, blunt nails biting on Lucifer's back. "Yeah," Sam nodded, "Yeah I know. I don't care. I want… I want you to. I don't want to turn back. I'm good."

Lucifer looked down at Sam and saw the sincerity and truth in his eyes, shining bright and clear right back at him. Lucifer leaned in and kissed him again, it was soft, measured, and pleasant. Sam sighed into the kiss and let his hands to rub at Lucifer's back.

Lucifer pulled back again and shifted again to get closer to the nightstand. His body stretched, his muscles working as he rummaged through his drawer, searching for something. Sam not wanting to waste time on eyeing Lucifer, opted with licking at his side, making Lucifer shudder and crumble down against him.

"Damn it, Sam," he heard Lucifer whisper. And then he was back on top of him and he was kissing him so hard that Sam clutched at Lucifer, trying to follow his lead. Lucifer pulled back again and kneeled in between Sam's legs. Sam's legs were bent at the knees and were planted on either side of him. Lucifer licked his lips as he stared at Sam's impressive aroused cock, lying on his navel, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and Lucifer wanted nothing more than to taste him. But that should wait. Instead he opened the bottle of lube and poured a healthy amount on his fingers. Sam swallowed and pushed his legs open and thrust his hips up, giving Lucifer a perfect access to his hole.

Lucifer swallowed hard and let his fingers rub at the tight nub of Sam's entrance. He was tight, and it made Lucifer's arousal skyrocket. Sam was tiny bit tense, but Lucifer could feel that he was trying to stay calm and relaxed. Lucifer leaned in and kissed the side of Sam's thigh and slowly, let his finger enter Sam. Sam shuddered and moaned at the sensation, his eyes closing in pleasure.

"You're so tight," Lucifer moaned as he started to move his finger in and out of Sam. Encouraged by the sounds that were leaving Sam's lips, he added the second finger in and then the third one when Sam cried out and his hips buckled up. Lucifer held him down with his other hand as his finger worked, fast, trying to make Sam loose. Sam was sweating by the time he was ready and his hand was around his cock pulling and tugging at it, trying to find release. Lucifer slapped his hand away and growled out a firm "no".

Sam opened his eyes angrily and hissed, his cheeks flushed with arousal, "Don't fucking stop me. I can't take it anymore."

"You will be released soon, but not by you. What am I here for?" Lucifer replied back calmly, his fingers slipping out of Sam. Sam cried out in protest or in pleasure, Lucifer couldn't tell anymore. But he eagerly spread his legs wider as he saw that Lucifer was lubing himself up.

"Fuck, yes. Get it in," moaned Sam, his head thrown back as Lucifer lined himself up against his entrance. He let out a cry as Lucifer entered him.

Lucifer's eyes stuttered close and he had to grip Sam's thigh tightly before he'd cum from the sheer pleasure of Sam. He was tight and hot, and perfectly made for Lucifer. He willed himself to go slow, he really did, but the way Sam was moaning and crying, and the way he was moving his hips against Lucifer, begging him to go faster and harder he couldn't really say no to that. His thighs were burning from this position, but he couldn't stop himself long enough to move himself into a more comfortable position. It felt too good to stop. His hips snapped against the back of Sam's thighs, making the room fill with the slap on slap of their skins connecting. Their breathing was heavy. They were covered in sweat. And Lucifer never wanted to stop. He grabbed Sam's thighs and pulled him as close as he could, his hips moving a lot faster as Sam cried out in pleasure, one hand gripping his pillow, making the veins in his hands stand up, and the other was resting against Lucifer's forearm. His mouth was open in pleasure, his hair was plastered against his sweaty face, his eyes were closed, and Luke had never seen anything so perfect.

He could feel it building up in him. He could feel the pain on his back. At first he ignored it. But he couldn't ignore it long, because the next thing he knew he was bent over Sam's body, crying out as it shifted in his back.

Sam blinked his eyes open and looked up at Lucifer. His eyes going from lust filled to concerned in a second. "Lucifer? What is it?"

"Wings," he rasped out. His head bowed down, resting against Sam's sweaty chest, his hips still moving uncontrollably.

Sam stared at him in shock, not knowing what to do. "What can I do?"

Lucifer shook his head, crying out as another pain shot through his back. "Just-just don't stop moving. It'll pass. It'll pass." He cried out again, and tried to steady his breathing.

Sam nodded and ran his hand through Lucifer's wet hair. He started to move his hips, trying to follow Lucifer's frantic movements. He moaned as Lucifer licked at his chest, lips kissing and sucking their way to his nipple. His tongue was burning hot against Sam's skin, but his body was getting colder.

"Lucifer," Sam whispered, he didn't know why he was saying his name over and over again, but he couldn't stop himself. The pleasure was building up really fast. Sam was scrambling up to keep up with it, so he wrapped his hand around his cock and started to tug at it fast, matching it to Lucifer's frantic moves of his hips. "I wanna see you," Sam whispered brokenly, he was getting close. They were getting close. Lucifer bit down on his nipple and Sam hissed, arching his back. "I wanna see your face when I come. Please."

Lucifer licked his way to Sam's lips, leaving a hot trail of electrified pleasure at its wake. Sam moaned as Lucifer's tongue demanded an entrance into Sam's mouth. He was kissed quick and hard. Sam's clenched his teeth tight, holding in, waiting to look at Lucifer's eyes, just before he'd crumble into pieces of pleasure.

And when Lucifer pulled back and looked at him, Sam knew that he was totally gone and he was never going to turn back. Where Lucifer's usually light green eyes were, it was lit with red light that Sam found fascinating. And at that moment, his cum was ripped out of him in white hot spurts all over his chest. He was mumbling incoherently, he was saying things that he didn't make out, but he was sure that he was saying something along the lines of "Lucifer"'s, and "I love you"'s, and "You're so perfect"'s.

The room was filling in with faint glow of light that was coming from Lucifer's back. Sam knew what was happening but it still amazed him. Lucifer's mouth opened up in silent cry as two things erupted from his back, glowing white and almost blinding, but Sam couldn't look away.

Where there should've been two big wings filled with soft feathers, there were only two bones that were in the same shape as any other wings should've been. And they had some ruffled feathers here and there.

A broken sob left Lucifer's lips. That snapped Sam into the present and he felt himself being filled with Lucifer's cum. Lucifer's hands were holding his hips in a bruising grip, but Sam didn't say anything, because it was great. It felt great. He felt great.

The light dimmed down and Lucifer practically plopped down on top of him. Sam quickly hugged him tightly against him. Both of them ignoring Sam's cum between them. Sam's eyes roamed at the wings and saw as they shriveled and fell down.

Sam hugged Lucifer closer, as he shuddered violently against him. And if he felt Lucifer's uneven breathing against his neck, he didn't say anything. He just held him tighter.

Sam woke up slowly. It was warm in the bed, and Sam snuggled in closer to the pillow. He could feel the sun over his face, warm and pleasant, but he didn't want to open his eyes yet. He felt too good just lying there, with his eyes closed and the bed warm. His body was sore from the night's activity and he smiled pleasantly. He reached out his hand to the other side of the bed, but it was empty and felt cold. He opened his eyes slowly, squinted, as the sun glared into his eyes, and looked around the bedroom.

He spotted him right away.

Lucifer was standing in front of his window, naked. The sun was making his white skin glow. Sam stared at the firm and thick muscles of his legs. His back muscles were tense and unmoving. It took Sam a moment, but then he could see them.

Lucifer wings were standing limply down from his back. Now that Sam wasn't in throes of passion, he could see that they were broken, only held together by some angelic power. It could've been beautiful, had it not been in this state. Sam realized that it didn't change anything about the way he felt towards Lucifer.

Sam sighed and got up from bed. He padded towards where Lucifer was standing and carefully wrapped his arms around Lucifer from behind. Tugging him against his chest, he let his head dip down and kiss Lucifer's shoulder gently, his lips moving up to his neck, nose nuzzling the back of Lucifer's ear. He felt Lucifer relax against him. Lucifer grabbed his arms and pulled him tighter against him.

"Can you see them?" his voice was low. Sam didn't react to how Lucifer's voice cracked. He was embarrassed, Sam could feel that through their bond.

"I do," Sam whispered, his lips caressing Lucifer's ear. He kissed Lucifer's neck and then rested his chin on his shoulder, cheek against Lucifer's cheek. They both gazed out the window, their naked bodies warm against each other. Lucifer's was cool against Sam's warmth.

"Aren't you…disgusted by them?" his voice was filled with insecurity. Sam squeezed him tighter.

"I'm not," Sam said slowly. "Because you still look beautiful to me."

"I do?" asked Lucifer.

Sam nodded and turned his head to kiss Lucifer's cheeks, watching as he closed his eyes and hummed. "You always looked beautiful to me, and always will," Sam said, his voice fierce with reassurance. Sam took a deep breath and made Lucifer to turn and look at him. His eyes were back to their normal light green color. Sam smiled as he saw it. He leaned in, tilted Lucifer's head up by his chin and kissed his lips slowly and gently. He pulled back and rested his forehead against Lucifer's and then whispered. "It took me awhile to realize this, but I'm in love with you, Lucifer Novak."

Lucifer's breath stuttered and he wrapped his arms around Sam's waist. He pulled them close and kissed Sam breathless. His lips demanding but gentle. He pulled back and looked at Sam. Sam smiled at him.

"I don't know what I did right in my whole existence," said Lucifer, "But I'm so glad that you were chosen to be my soul mate." Sam smiled so big his cheeks were starting to burn from it.

"You are?"

"Of course I am," said Lucifer, his voice fierce and his grip tightening on him. "I love you."

Sam pulled him close by his neck and started to kiss him again.

It didn't matter that Lucifer was the fallen angel, or that his wings were broken and probably would never get back to their normal state. What mattered, for them, was the now and this moment. Where they both blindly stumbled their way back to the bed. Where they kissed and licked and sucked on each other's skins. Where they touched and explored and loved each other. Where they made love for hours.

What mattered was that they were so in love that they didn't care about the rest of the world.

Lucifer waited for Sam for more than thousand years. And as he entered Sam again, and as Sam gasped and arched his back, he thought that it was worth the wait.

Welp, it's finished!
Thanks to my best friend and beta, Dee, you were able to read the story without any mistakes
Thank you all so much for sticking to the story till the end :)