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sugoi-writes · 2 months ago

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Guyliner - Adam x Lucifer

Kinktober Day X (Dacryphilia)

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A/N- Sorry I'm late! I hope the 4k word count makes up for that! Aaaaa! Be sure to check out the Coven's Kinktober works as well! @hazelfoureyes @synamartia @macabr3-barbi3 @fraugwinska and @minkdelovely have made some ABSOLUTELY delectable treats for you all!!!

⚠️Warnings⚠️- MLM, angst, hatefuck, anal, rushed anal prep, licking, biting, shoving, cursing, Adam has a potty mouth, dacryphilia, Lucifer being an absolute whore, "Samael/Sam is used to describe Angelic Luci, and uhh-- yeah! Did i mention ANGST? WITH NO HAPPY ENDING? AHAHAHA-- Time to suffer~

The concert went without a hitch, Adam enthusiastically shredding through the closing number. His head was thrown back, chestnut hair wild as the ecstasy of a great performance washed over him. The first man's chest heaved when he landed on his knees before his audience, a shit-eating grin plastered on his plump face. All in a night’s work! A swift flap of his wings has Adam back on his feet, trudging to the mic.

"Fuck YEAH!" The angel growled, grabbing the lead mic off its stand,"Thanks for fuckin' rocking out with us tonight! We love ya! GOOD FUCKING NIGHT!!"

As a trademark of his shows, the overzealous lead singer and guitarist walks away, dropping his microphone as he goes. Meanwhile, the rest of the band is left to bow and wave, thanking the audience once more. The fawning crowd goes into a frenzy, demanding more music and attention. Adam rolls his eyes as they chant to him, laughing breathlessly as he disappears backstage. That was the second encore he had mused tonight… there wasn't a way in Hel– Heaven– he had another song in him.

The chittering, anxious sound engineers and light technicians blew past Adam to the stage. Even with his stellar performance, they were eager to tear down the set and head out. Among the chaos, Adam was handed a bottle of water and a clean towel. The angel was– or pretended to be– none the wiser as he headed towards his dressing room. He pressed the clean, fluffy cloth to his forehead, still panting from exhaustion as he dabbed the sweat away. His wings naturally hung at his sides when he was tired, hugging his figure with his impressive wingspan. Whether it was natural, or to self soothe, no one was ever sure.

And even with Adam’s mind going blank, he could hear something higher pitched and nasally coming up beside him. Ohh, right– his attendant ran to catch up with him, blathering on and on.

"Mr. Adam, sir--"

"Dick Master," Adam corrects, grinning smugly. His assistant groans, but compiles," Dick Master, sir-- the VIPs are here to meet you. You have about 10 minutes to decompress before the Meet and Greet begins--"

"Ten fucking minutes?!?," Adam barks back, eyes incredulous

“It would have been longer if not for the encores, sir.”

The distraught rocker groans, ignoring the fact that this was his own doing," That's not even enough time to yakk it! Or to snag a groupie!!!"

"Please, sir-- Dick Master, sir-- I was told that this was the latest we could push back. We can't cancel this Meet and Greet. These folks paid good money to see you--"

Adam waves his hand dismissively, groaning irritably," Damn, DAMN, I get it-- fuuuuuck, I know--I just wanted a bit more time before I had to greet those little cunts. Dammit-- how much time do I have left?"

"9 minutes and 40 seconds, sir," his assistant squawked, before he was shoved out the way. The larger, lumbering angel starts sprinting, waving over his shoulder dismissively.

"PERFECT, I'll be back in 10!"

"ADAM!!!"

Complaints fell onto deaf ears as Adam collapsed in his dressing room, head throbbing from his performance. He had intentionally cranked the volume past the sound ordinance– as always– but never took his own hearing into account when the show was over. The tinnitus-induced headache did little for the angel’s sanity.

Exasperated with the stiff schedule he had set for himself, Adam swiftly inhaled the water bottle that was given to him. All the while, he was still wiping the sweat off his face. He wouldn’t have much time to compose himself before having to put on another face. Ahh, another performance: the emotional kind. He sighed, glancing at himself in the mirror only to smirk cheekily at his handsome reflection. Maybe he could take a power nap? Or better yet, have a little Me Time, like he threatened? Those fucking chumps would be SCREAMING to touch the hands that had just touched his body... He was sure of it.

Face sufficiently sweat-free, Adam throws his rag away carelessly as he goes to do just that. He freezes when he hears a startled yelp coming from behind. Eyes wide with disbelief, he turns towards the source slowly. His blood runs cold as his eyes finally land on the intruder; to his horror, it was someone he was very familiar with.

"Hehe... Surprise?" A gentle voice called, tail flicking nervously behind his smaller form. ...Lucifer? LUCIFER FUCKING MORNINGSTAR?

"The FUCK are you doing here, Piss Stain? And how in the fuck did you get in here?" Adam scoffs, his 'affectionate' nickname for Lucifer's golden hue rumbling through his chest. Not missing a beat, the fallen angel takes off his hat, letting it rest on a nearby side table.

"Well, I had come to attend a meeting– with the High Seraphims, of course. And I wanted to stop by your show on the way out. I saw– well, heard– uhh, you sounded great!"

Adam's face scrunches up with hardly concealed disdain, gagging at the sentiment," Gross. ‘Didn't ask for you to stay, fuck face. Rude of you to talk to the Higher Ups about your stupid plan while I wasn't there, bee-tee-dubs. You know I already shut that shit down--"

"Adam, it wasn't like that--" Lucifer pleaded, his eyes genuine," I swear to Go-- I promise it was the only time they'd allow me in. I wasn't trying to spite you anymore than I already do.”

A disgruntled huff is his own reply, forcing Lucifer to press on,“They... They wanted to keep us apart, y’know?"

"For obvious reasons," Adam spat, brushing past Lucifer. When he made a move to take his arm, Adam jerked away, not wanting to touch a single inch of the devil’s cursed skin.

"Anyway, as you can see, the show's over. Pack up shop and go back to the shit box you call home. You shouldn't even be lumbering around, considering a demon in Heaven is fair game for extermination."

"Adam, please-- I'm here on good will. If you wanted to kill me, you would have already tried.” A twitch comes to Adam’s eye, showing that Lucifer was absolutely right. He continues, "I know there are rules, and I know it may not be safe, but… I wanted to see the show, I... I wanted to hear your voice again. Despite everything."

Adam slowly turned back towards the fallen angel, his eyes narrowing. For once, Adam searched his face carefully, unable to believe the gentle tone that Lucifer spoke with.

"...why the FUCK would you wanna do that? Last time I talked to you, it was more yelling than talking. AND, you punched me in the fucking face after you-- Ugh, after you and her--"

Adam stammered over his words, face red as he tried to restrain himself. Anger suited his face all too well, hard creases setting in his brow. His frustration of being around someone– especially a mortal enemy– has his rage simmering above the surface.

Lucifer's eyes widened upon seeing Adam rapidly blinking, tears welling in the tired musician's eyes. The angel was quick to rub harshly at his lids, snarling with a thick, palpable venom at his former friend.

"Why the He– why the fuck do you want to see me so badly? Huh?" Adam questioned, unbridled anger threatening to overtake him. When Lucifer reached out, Adam flinched again, avoiding eye contact. Lucifer sighed, retracting his hand slowly– he could take a hint, at the very least.

Even now, with threats and tension hanging in the air, Lucifer was distracted by Adam's eyes. His eyeliner had been smudged near his tear ducts, an irritated, distinct chafe forming a downward arch from the outer edge of his. This showed two things: one, he would cry soon enough. And for two: he did so quite often. It was a thought that never crossed Lucifer’s mind until now, but it also managed to break his heart.

"…Adam, today marks the day when we– y'know– all those years ago?" Lucifer cautiously stated, beating around the bush as if it were filled with landmines. And in his case, it probably was.

Adam’s shoulders tensed, his lip trembling," The FUCK are you on about?" he rasped, voice cracking as his anger continued to build.

"The kiss, Adam. The kiss in Eden," Lucifer said plainly," Y'know... Back when you weren't totally sure about your sexuality? When you... questioned it?"

Adam had a full-bodied, visceral reaction, whipping around to face Lucifer directly. A memory he had long-since buried now floated to the surface like an Old Man log. The painful reminder stood at full mast in the murky, choppy waves of his mind. Adams eyes, heavily irritated from rubbing them, are on the verge of breeching with fresh tears. His pristine white teeth are borne, tone deadly," Don't you DARE bring that shit up again. You know it was a mistake--"

"I didn't think so at all–" Lucifer corrected," I never have! I never WILL. I came here to talk about this--"

Adam shoves Lucifer away roughly, his body striking the far wall of his dressing room abruptly. The space created is soon destroyed by the aggressor, hand slamming against the wall just beside Lucifer's head. Completely caged by the larger man, he listened as Adam barks down at him.

"Was porking my wife not a mistake either?!?" Adam hissed, causing Lucifer to get defensive.

"Adam, I wasn't trying to bring that up again–"

"Yeah, well now it's up again!!! There ya go, Lulu, it's on the fucking table!! So what– you're coming back here just to rub it in my fucking face?! The kiss, Lilith, Eve– all of it?!?"

"I'm not trying to rub SHIT anywhere! Especially not because OF–or ON–you!!! How do you not get that?!" Lucifer yelled, grabbing his wrist harshly. Adam recoiled but was unable to move under the unyielding power of the Devil. Adam opened his mouth, ready to throw toxic vitriol the fallen angel's way... That is, until a gentle, blackened hand held his cheek. Adam didn't move a muscle as a thumb ran across his skin faintly, the tender act causing a heated tear to finally fall. Lucifer was deathly calm, and irrationally sweet to the simmering angel.

"Wh-what... The fuck... Luci--"

"Adam," Lucifer said firmly," ...we've both been... Lonely. It's certainly not a secret... And, it's not a secret that Lilith and I don't see eye to eye right now. She... She hasn't been home. Not for a long time."

The startled angel takes pause, eyes wide and still searching for a lie– for some sort of trick or deceit. Finding none on Lucifer’s face, he presses for more information concerning his former wife.

"How long?" Adam growled

"2 years," Lucifer lamented, his voice much weaker than before. It was his turn to feel his emotions mounting, his eyes becoming misty from the thought.

"...And a part of me thinks she won't ever be back."

Adam hesitates, breath uneven as Lucifer grows closer. He didn't miss the shift in his cheeks, a light, dusty rose rising quickly to the surface. Lucifer pressed on, testing the waters.

"...I missed this, you know. I missed how close we used to be, Adam. I was so... innocent back then. A naive angel who had been far too curious… and, I’ll admit, a little selfish."

Adam didn't make any moves to correct him as Lucifer's other hand came up, holding his round face properly. Even now, amber colored eyes couldn't find the ill intent that the angel was searching for.

"And you... You were so handsome. So strong, so confident... Even when you knew so very little about the world and God’s Plan. You are handsome still, by the way…” Adam’s breath hitched as Lucifer wiped away a stray tear, the touch much warmer and desirable than he cared to admit.

“But you know… I was attracted to all of that. The bravado, the confidence. It's... God, it's part of the reason why I fell so hard in the garden."

“F-Fell…?” Adam echoed weakly, daring him to clarify. Lucifer laughs, a sadness settling over his heart as took a deep breath.

“S-Sam, please, don’t–” Adam pleaded weakly as he tried to pull away, only to be held in place once more. A gentle kiss to Adam’s cheek was all it took for the both of them to shatter.

"I didn't just fall in love with Lilith that day, you know. I was head over heels for you too, you fucking idiot..."

Adam held his breath as Lucifer closed the distance between their bodies, the demon yanking Adam down by his neck to kiss him. For a moment, Adam’s world went white, tinnitus roaring as he struggled to think through his next action.

The kiss was drawn out– as chaste as Lucifer's touch had been. Even when Adam didn't reciprocate, Lucifer didn't want to pull away. It took the taller man pushing him away for them to finally part. Lucifer’s back pressed to the wall once more, but he made no attempts to squirm away as Adam loomed over him. Even now, Lucifer stared at the winded, hysterical angel, unable to tell if he was going to be strangled or kissed. The sentiment sent a surge of courage through his body, helping him to act without thinking. The demon pressed further to see what Adam would do to him.

"You're as beautiful as the day I left," Lucifer mused, lost in the misty, golden eyes of the man he hurt so long ago. He hated to make Adam cry… but he loved the way his eyeliner began to run down his flushed cheeks. A bitter reward for a somber, too-late confession.

Adam shuddered, his resolve crumbling under the pressure of Lucifer’s words," Fuck you and your stupid confession, you liar--"

Despite his harsh remark, Adam caved in to his mental struggle. Fuck it. He would choose Sam–now Lucifer– any day of the week. ...Even if it risked much more than his position in Heaven, as much as he hated to admit it.

The first man yanked the demon off of his feet and back in for a heated, messy kiss. The contact was more urgent now; teeth clattering and tongues sliding along one another as Adam reciprocated physically– like Hell he was using his words.

Lucifer was pliable and eager, unable to fight for the reigns as Adam asserted himself. Like a perfect puzzle piece, his body molded to his with little issue. A moan was devoured by the former human’s mouth, and a grunt was thrown back as a reward. The devil, in all of his woes and desperation, clung to it like his immortal life depended on it. Talons fisted handfuls of fabric, hands blindly groping around for places to caress and skin to squeeze. Lucifer practically swooned over how soft and plush Adam had become... Large thighs and hips supported his new stature, though he could feel the muscle that lay just beneath the soft, surface level flesh. Adam found himself sweating bullets, unable to process what he was doing. Lucifer's body hardly changed a bit... Not since they-- FUCK.

"F-Fuck... Fuck you, you fucking--" Adam gasped breathlessly, his hands hastily cupping the meat of Lucifer's hips. The demon groaned at the manhandling but allowed it all the same.

"Ahhn~ Well, I'm trying to get to that part--" Lucifer quipped," The fucking, that is--"

Adam looks to the clock hanging above his vanity, grunting from agitation," Shit-- only 4 minutes left– ugh, why am I even telling you that?!"

Lucifer grins, kissing Adam's cheek," I don't think either of us can last that long, Big Guy… At least, knowing how long my dry spell is."

"Speak for yourself, asshole," Adam jabs, kneading Lucifer's ass feverishly, "I could have anyone in this room at the drop of a fucking hat–”

The fallen angel laughs before he bites his lower lip, mewling under his scrutiny,” I don't doubt it, Adam–”

"Take this off, now," the brunette commanded abruptly, not wanting Lucifer to say another word. And within a flash, Adam touched the pale, marbled skin of Lucifer's ass. He hadn’t realized that his magic had stripped both of them instantaneously, yelping when he felt a warm hand running down his chest. The feeling of long, well-groomed talons grazing the hair that grew there wasn’t unwelcome… in fact, he practically hummed as he felt a familiar warmth flood his loins. He hesitated, not expecting Lucifer to act so quickly... before he guided his hand lower. Again– fuck it.

"Don't worry about going easy on me, by the way... I can take it," Lucifer assured, eyes fluttering when Adam probed at his entrance experimentally. The needy whine that erupted made Adam's cock kick with imminent need. His brows furrowed as he buried his face into Lucifer’s neck, hiding his face as he grumbled. He wasn't sure what to be mad at: Lucifer, for his perfect, malleable body, or his petulant, always-half-hard cock that throbbed from the tiniest whine.

"I-Im not-- I've never--"

"--Fucked a man in the ass? Yeah, I could tell," Lucifer laughs, amused by Adam’s disgruntled, indignant grunt.

"I prepared in advance for this. You don't have to do anything except take it– take me.”

Adam hissed when he felt the tightness of Lucifer's entrance yield to him, two fingers managing to push in with ease. All of this work, for a near 99% chance to be turned down? Adam had to admit: Lucifer was either stupid or that fucking desperate.

"You're fucking disgusting, you know that? Of course you had this shit planned from the start–"

Lucifer grins, kissing his temple as he shuddered," I was always your favorite angel, wasn't I~?"

Adam took Lucifer’s offer and chose not to hold back. He aligned his throbbing cock to Lucifer’s hole, before burying himself into the smaller man’s heat. He hissed as he thrust down to the base of his manhood, looking to the fallen angel’s face sheepishly. Lucifer had winced from the intrusion but found himself growing hotter from the mistreatment. A part of him knew he didn't deserve any coddling... And yet, the thrill of just being speared on Adam's cock made him feel like he was ascending. He felt like he was actively and truly alive. A heated, tense stare was shared between the two, before Adam dared to begin.

He hoisted Lucifer up higher by the meat of his thighs, wrapping his trembling legs over his hips. He didn't warn Lucifer as he began seeking the deepest parts the Demon had to offer him, his guilt thrown somewhere far away. Lucifer lost himself in Adam's eyes, searching for the mutual feeling that danced on the tip of his tongue. Said tongue became forked, despite his best efforts to keep his demonic traits at bay.

True, the look in Adam's eyes didn't quite match his own... But a fire brewed just the same. If that was all he could get, Lucifer would take and take until he couldn't anymore. He wanted to taste the salt of Adam's tears on his tongue– to smudge the makeup covering his face onto his own. The miserable, heartbroken look on his face absolutely enchanted him; he would ensure that he could remember it for the rest of his life.

It was the same look that haunted his nightmares... the same one that would taunt his feverish, heated dreams. Despite the conflicting sight, it made the fire in Lucifer’s belly flourish to an untamable blaze. He couldn’t control his moans, mouth wide open and tongue lolling just past his sharp teeth as he was thrust into over and over again.

It’s the same look, Lucifer thought again. The same look Adam made when he realized he loved Lucifer. The same look Adam wore when Lucifer had broken his trust and whisked Lilith away for good. Anger, betrayal, and yearning… a deadly, seductive cocktail that Lucifer practically drowned himself in. Call him depraved... but Lucifer was spellbound by Adam's anguish.

Adam's hips began to stutter, the warmth of another person's body bringing him close to the edge. He slammed his eyes shut, coaxing his tears to stop falling. This didn't feel right–none of this had– but physically, it's exactly what he fucking needed. God dammit!!!

Adam's grip on Lucifer's thighs tighten, nails digging into the pale flesh unapologetically. He felt himself groaning hungrily when Lucifer mewled, his partner's hole tightening around his cock deliriously. And there was that tongue-- that tongue that hang out of his mouth as he drooled.

The mere idea of a serpentine, eager muscle lapping at his skin didn't make matters easier for Adam. He was unable to catch his breath as Lucifer made it a reality, quite literally consuming his tears. It was something that should be barbaric, but in his current state, it was irrationally hot.

Adam's mind flashed with images of Lucifer taking his cock into his mouth, struggling to accommodate for his girth as his tongue slithered across the underside of his member. He could almost feel his tongue stimulating the sensitive underside, the flexible muscle dancing in a conniving, sinful pattern. At this rate, he wouldn’t last much longer if he kept thinking of that tongue.

"Cl-Close--" Adam gritted, "God, so fucking close--"

This would be the only courtesy Lucifer received as Adam turned him around, choosing to slam the smaller man and his putty-like body against the wall face-first. Lucifer shrieked in pleasure, his mouth receiving two calloused fingers to shut him up.

"Mmphhn! Nnnngh~ nnnhh! Nhh– Hnnn!" Lucifer wailed, whining with each impact of Adam’s hips.

"Sh-Shut up-- Dammit, shut the fuck UP– Unless you want to get fucking caught! "

Between the new angle, Lucifer’s fluttering entrance, and the debauched noises thrown his way: Adam couldn't hold out any longer. Two harsh, uneven thrusts were all it took for Adam to peak. His perfect, white teeth sunk into Lucifer's shoulder, drowning out his roaring release. Lucifer was no better, fresh tears running down his face as his bullied prostate finally sent him spiraling into an intense orgasm. Both bodies gyrated and ground against each other, milking the overwhelming sensation for a few seconds longer. And for a moment, everything was quiet between the pair.

The two of them stayed connected, unable to part amidst the intense sensations wound down. The volatile, raging storm that brewed in Adam’s mind had dissipated into an eerily quiet drizzle. Adam couldn't stifle his broken gasp among the silence, his cock still throbbing in Lucifer's tight hole.

The angel dared to look to his right, the clock revealing he had exceeded his time by five minutes. Fuck–

"Alright, you had your way, your ass was tight, now get out."

Lucifer hiccupped as Adam pulled out hastily, fumbling to the floor when his legs gave out," F-Fuck... Fuck, Adam, you're-- amazing..."

The angel in question didn't justify him with an answer, hastily wiping the ruined makeup off his face as he looked for his clothes. To his relief, they laid across his makeup chair, ready to be donned. The rockstar stormed to his vanity and uncapped his eyeliner, hastily relining his waterline in an effort to appear normal. From his spot on the floor, Lucifer chuckled as he made himself presentable, the sound of a portal opening breaching the awkward tension.

"Adam..." Lucifer said more urgently, his eyes wistful. The metal-loving angel stops, allowing himself to look over.

"What do you want now--"

The first man was at a loss of words. For a moment, he didn’t see the traitorous angel that broke his heart twice. Instead, he saw the gold and blue, ever-radiant angel, granting him a dazzling smile. The smile that rivaled the Sun... Sam. The soon-to-be Morningstar. His beauty really was captured in the name...

"...I don't know if I can see you again– at least, not here. And I know you're hurting too... But I meant every word that I said before." Lucifer stands to his full height, allowing his horns, his eyes, and other aspects of his demonic form to spring out.

"...you could come to Hell, though. Outside the extermination visits. I'll wait for you, if you decide to seek my company again.”

Adam is suddently stricken with a grief he hadn't realized he possessed, frozen in place as Lucifer fell backwards into the golden portal.

“Wh-What– Wait, Sam–”

"Until next time, Big Guy."

In a flash, The King of Hell vanished, leaving the husk of a rockstar behind. Adam had no time to cope, hand running through his greasy hair as he choked on a sob. He startles as a furious series of knocks clammer at the door.

"Adam!!! Ugh, Dick Master, sir!!! You're late to the Meet and Greet!! What is taking so long, sir?!"

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