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Fuck.
It hurt, it hurt a lot. The front of Adam’s cassock was drenched with his sweet golden ichor, and it was no doubt that his back was just an absolute mess of torn skin and flesh.
Each breath he took sent a shock of piercing pain throughout his body, and chills overtook his entire being.
He couldn’t die like this. Couldn’t just fade into nothingness. The thought of it terrified him.
Cradling his stomach with one arm, he used the other to try and crawl to a safe place. Somewhere out of this rubble infested dump with cannibalistic demons feasting on the corpses of his fallen exterminators. Everything about this was just so humiliating.
The thought that Adam could’ve lost had never once crossed his mind before this. He was the first man for fucks sake, all of mankind had descended from him.The brunet was so close too. So close to putting an end to this foolish idea of retribution. So close to silencing Lucifer’s bitch of a daughter before he suddenly wasn’t.
The notion of failure for Adam was just unacceptable, yet here he was groveling in pain attempting to drag his way out of the mess he was currently in.
Suddenly, he felt a strong tug on his leg that made him fall face first into the dirt beneath him.
“What the fuck?-”
As he attempted to push himself up onto his side with shaky arms, he felt a harsh kick to his back that made him collapse with a pained yelp into the ground once again.
His face contorted into a pained grimace, and with a shaky breath turned his head to see just who exactly his assailant was. He had trouble making out who it was as his head was currently throbbing from the sheer amount of pain he was in.
He could see that the figure before him had a short stature and was quite slim compared to Adam. He saw a blob of red and white, and-
Lucifer.
Maybe it was the shock of seeing the man that had absolutely wrecked him just a mere 30 minutes ago that provided a sudden sense of clarity for Adam that he could now make out the absolute disgust and hatred that were reflected in Lucifer’s eyes.
Something about it sent a shockwave of terror throughout Adam, and a voice inside of his head was telling him to run.
He quickly scrambled onto all fours, but felt a harsh grip on his wing stopping all attempts to escape from the King of Hell himself.
“Well this is certainly a surprise!” Lucifer barked out. “Here I was thinking that all those stabs to your back would’ve finally been the nail that did you in,” he mused.
The blond took a second to truly take in just how ruined Adam became ignoring how the mentioned man was currently trying to release his wing from the other’s death grip.
His cassock was frayed at the edges, and was completely drenched in the angel’s blood and sweat. The brunet’s face was a concerning shade of gray with an ugly bruise that marked his left cheek while his hair was a disheveled mess.
“Let me go you fucking freak!” Adam hissed out.
It felt absolutely humiliating for the brunet to be gawked at by the other as if he was some sort of twisted spectacle to behold. He could feel his face go hot with embarrassment, and his struggling increased starting to scratch at the hand gripping his wing only to be met with a harsh slap.
Immediately, Adam’s struggle ceased, and Lucifer took it as a chance to start dragging him away by his wing from the mess of a place the Hotel currently was. Somewhere where there weren’t so many half-eaten corpses and cannibalistic demons around.
“You know I- I really tried to be okay with giving you mercy. It was something that my daughter wanted even after you almost killed her, and that’s the problem, Adam. You almost killed her-”
”-and I intend to punish you for that.”
With a snap and a flash of red they were teleported to a dingy abandoned alley. Adam was beyond confused. Why hadn’t Lucifer killed him?-
Lucifer turned towards him then, glaring daggers into him. “It was difficult,” the King of Hell spoke, “I didn’t want to give you anything resembling mercy, and when that sinner pounced on you I thought it was over. No more dwelling on it, and I was so relieved to be free of that moral dilemma.”
“But no, mutts like you never die so easily.”
Adam expected for his life to come to an end once he said that. For a final blow to officially mark the end of the First Man, but that blow never came, and he instead felt Lucifer’s hands trailing down his cassock. He was left confused as to what the other was planning on doing.
Confusion soon turned into panic as Lucifer started tearing away his fucking clothes. “What the fuck are y-!” a hand clamped over Adam’s mouth silencing him. It only successfully did so for a second before he bit into the tender skin causing the other to wince in pain.
A small success for Adam, but he soon regretted it when he saw just how pissed off the other was. “Fuck, come on, just let me go! Y-you know heaven won’t be too pleased when they hear what you did to me, but I’ll let bygones be bygones if you just- if you just let me go,” Adam pleaded while trying to push the other off him.
His words had no affect on the blond, and it seemed as if he only got rougher in the way he treated to brunet. Claws scratched at Adam’s soft skin leaving beads of gold behind while his clothes were being torn off his body with Lucifer’s other hand still having one of his wings held in a bruising grip.
Adam’s hands reached down to grab Lucifer from going any further, but was only met with him being flipped onto his stomach. “Do you seriously think you can stop this?” He heard being whispered into his ear. Anger started to mix in with panic. He couldn’t just be taken like this, couldn’t just let this happen to him.
It was maddening to have been reduced to such a pathetic, weak mess. No words could truly reach Lucifer, and stop him from doing whatever he was planning to. It made Adam’s heart rate quicken, and he started to struggle to breathe from the weight of his situation.
Unfortunately, Adam never knew when to quit fighting, and in a final act of retaliation, he turned his head and spat in Lucifer’s face. Adam’s lips twisted into a smug -as smug as it could’ve been- smile laced with clear pain and ache when he saw Lucifer’s shocked expression.
The shock eventually faded into rage, and the hand that was previously tearing through the layers of clothes found its way in Adam’s hair lifting his head upwards and then-
Slam.
Adam’s face met with the hard, concrete ground. His head rang, and tears threatened to fall down his face. He bit his lip not wanting to make any sounds indicating just how much it had hurt. When Lucifer brought his head up again, Adam started to struggle against the grip that the former had on him.
It was a futile attempt as the sounds of his head meeting the ground reverberated throughout the alley. Lucifer only stopped when Adam was no longer struggling, and only twitched and whimpered in pain. The pale man stopped the torture on Adam for a bit as he examined his face.
Even with all the pain that he had suffered through, Adam still refused to let his tears fall down his cheeks. It was incredibly infuriating. Waterfalls of gold dripped down from Adam’s nose and pooled onto the ground beneath his face.
Adam’s nose was obviously broken and painted with sickening splotches of purple and green. As the angel let out a shaky breath he could hear the sounds of a belt unbuckling, and the rustle of pants being pulled down.
His struggling renewed, and started mumbling prayers to anyone who’d hear them to save him. Pleads and begs of someone, anyone to come. To free him from the inevitable punishment that he’d face soon.
The only answer he received was the sound of the final layers of his cassock being torn away. Adam’s heart dropped as he started hyperventilating. Short, rapid breaths as he struggled to get his bearings. He had never felt so exposed.
Adam started clawing at the ground trying to delay what he knew was to come. Shades of gold started to paint the bleak concrete canvas as his fingertips started to rub raw at the harshness of it. He felt a strong hold on his hips, and screamed when he felt something pushing in.
`Fuck, he couldn’t even prep him the tiniest bit?’ Adam thought wearily as he blinked away his tears.
Adam could feel his insides being torn trying to make way for the sudden intrusion. A sob was caught in his throat, and tears finally fell down his cheeks. He whimpered as he felt Lucifer inside of him.
It was like ecstasy for Lucifer seeing how broken the once proud man became. He pulled out giving Adam some relief before he thrusted back in fully bottoming out now, and relentlessly started to fuck the brunet.
His hands found its way towards Adam’s neck, and he started to choke the First Man loving the sounds of the guttural noise that was produced. The neck was such a fragile little thing. Just one deadly tight grip, and Adam would be no more. The fear in Adam’s eyes could’ve really tipped Lucifer over the edge when he noticed the scar on the left side of the burnet’s chest.
Ah.
He let go of Adam’s neck, and while the other was focused on gulping down as much air as he could, he traced a finger alongside the stretch of ugly skin that had formed into a scar. The brunet tensed as he did so. It was still bright pink even if the cause of it had happened thousands of years ago. Lucifer wondered if the physical reminder of his wife that had left him ever caused him pain. He supposed he got his answer to the question when Adam suddenly relaxed a bit once he stopped touching the marred bit of skin.
The last time Lucifer had seen Adam he was quite lanky, but well built compared to so many other humans he had met. However, that was ages ago and Adam had let himself go ever since then. It wasn’t necessarily an unwelcome change.
Honestly, Lucifer preferred him this way. Now, Adam was not fat by any means, but he had developed a nice bit of chub that made him soft to touch. His thighs were his favorite part. They were plush, and he liked how they flushed against his hips.
As enjoyable as this was for Lucifer, it was quite literally hell for Adam. He was full on wailing now, and choked on his tears every now and then. His knees were scrubbed raw from the relentless pace that Lucifer was going at, and he could feel bile rising up in his throat.
It was all too much, and he started vomiting on the ground beneath him. Lucifer tutted as if Adam was a child and had done something he wasn’t supposed to do. He flipped Adam onto his back ignoring how he winced, and started biting his neck. The sharpness of his teeth broke the fragile skin, and the blond gladly sucked on the blood all while Adam was pushing against his chest.
He then kissed the bite mark on his neck, and left kisses all the way up to the brunet’s temple relishing in the other’s cries and gasps. The blond soon started kissing the other tasting the aftermath of the bile. Lucifer became addicted to how much Adam was suffering. He was truly beautiful like this, and was lost in the haze of pleasure.
He was snapped out of it rather quickly when he felt sudden pain. That fucker had bitten his tongue.
Lucifer had to applaud Adam somewhat in how he never stopped struggling, but it just made him much more excitable. He still had to punish the latter, though for his continued unruly behavior.
He lifted up Adam’s thighs in his hands, and fucked him into a mating press. Adam gasped at this, and started hitting Lucifer’s back in vain. The blond could tell Adam was getting exhausted, and noticed how consciousness seemed to be slowly leaving the other.
As much as he enjoyed this, Lucifer knew he had to finish soon lest he miss how Adam reacts to being fully taken by one of the sinners he hates so much.
With one final thrust, Lucifer filled Adam’s hole with his seed. It was beautiful seeing how Adam shuddered at the unfamiliar feeling of being filled. He relished in the afterglow of it, and finally took himself out of Adam’s hole. When he did so he could see how a rush of tinted yellow, gold, and white dripped out.
God, that was so fucking hot.
Adam had curled in on himself as some sort of comfort after it was over. His body couldn’t stop trembling, and his wails had ceased into softer, quieter tears. He felt himself suddenly get lifted up, and placed into Lucifer’s lap in a tight embrace almost in a possessive manner.
Lucifer brushed away a piece of brown hair away from the brunet’s face, and examined the masterpiece that he had created out of Adam. Bruises had blossomed across the angel’s neck almost like some sort of twisted collar marking him as the blond’s pet.
Lucifer had done that to him, and felt a sick surge of pride and power from it.
He had originally planned to leave the man in the alley, but seeing him like this now -marks all over his body, and covered in a thin layer of sweat and blood- he couldn’t help but want to keep him. The blond decided then to keep the sniveling man with him for a bit longer.
One quick fuck wasn’t enough to suffice as punishment for a man like Adam after all.