GABRIEL P.O.V

"Hi I'm James! What's yooouuur name, cutie?"

"I'm Molly." The girl twirls her hair as she tells me.

"So how old are you Molly?" I ask her in my most bubbly tone.

"I'm this much!" She says as he holds out six fingers.

"Incredible!!! You're so big!!" I say with a big smile. Looking down to the other side of the counter to meet the child's eyes.

Then I look towards the mom. "Hello ma'am how may I help you?" I try to ask nicely without showing how uncomfortable I feel.

"Yeah my daughter, who I'm raising by myself because I don't have a husband or a boyfriend--"

"But mom what about Johna--"

"Molly don't interrupt mommy!! Anyways, she wanted me to bring her here for her birthday, which is today, so I did." The woman tells me while she bats her eyes.

I ignore their side conversation and I turn my attention back to little Molly who's still looking up at me with wide eyes. "Oh my goodness! Today's your birthday,
and you didn't tell me?!?" I try to act shocked.

"I'm sorry I was going to bring it up when it became relevant, as it just did. It's my birthday number..." She lifts up six fingers again. This girl just quoted Star Trek and with that she earned my respect.

"Well I guess I'll have to improvise a birthday present for you, Molly!" I look behind me for one of the prizes. I grab one of the tiny unicorns from behind, and hand it over to Molly. "Unicorns are real." I tell her and she smiles sweetly at me.

"You're so good with children. Do you have any of your own?" The mom asks. I can tell she's wondering if James here has a girlfriend or something.

"Oh no ma'am. I believe in abstinence." I'm not lying. James could be that 40 year old virgin.

"Oh. Well see you around." She replies bluntly.

Well that went rather well.

SAMMEH P.O.V

"Okey dokey Matt. Say AH for me!" I ask the man while I demonstrate with my own mouth.

"You're kinda gay aren't you, Mr. Winchester?" He asks with a straight face.

"Sorry you're not my type." I joke a little trying to lighten up the mood.

"Not exactly what I meant but I guess." He gives up and opens his mouth.

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Some cavities later
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"All right. You're good to go, Matt. See you next time!" I say as I wave him off. It was the last appointment for today.

I go over to my little office in the back and check my email. Well aren't I lucky.

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I'M COMING.
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That's terrifying dude... so whatcha look like just in case someone broke into my house and it's an actual thief but I think it's you so I just let it kill me when I'm not looking.
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You watch too much television.
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Yeah just answer the question.
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I'm your stereotypical American guy. Blonde, bowl cut but I managed to brush it to the side so now I look like a fuckboi wannabe, blue eyes, muscular but dat six pack still needs some work on. And I'm probably coming over to your place after work so... I have those weird 80's shorts, a red polo shirt and wait for it... SKECHERS!! :D
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Wow sounds amazing
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I KNOW RIGHT! Last time I had a vessel like this I was in high school.
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You were popular weren't you? Haha
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That guy was your stereotypical jock. He used to beat up nerds and all that. I'm surprised I still remember. Can't even recall what my name was yesterday.
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Well I'm out of work so I guess I'll see ya later babe
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Did you just call me babe again? :D oh moose you make me blush.
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IT WAS A TYPO! GABE*
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Sure it was, my beautiful moose. Well I'll see ya later.
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Bye BUDDY. BEST FRIEND. I love you... AS A BROTHER!
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SHOTS FIRED! I'VE BEEN BROTHER-ZONED ALTHOUGH HE KISSED ME. THAT'S INCEST SAMWICH!!!
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S

ee ya later Gabe hahaha

I stare at my computer screen and just smile at the fact that I might have an itty bitty crush on a mind.

"Haven't seen you smile like that since high school." Jessica, my ex girlfriend notes as she looks at me from a couple feet away.

"And when was that?" I chuckle while looking at her face.

She blushes and looks down "when you and Satan got together..." She looks up at me. Jess gives me a small smile, I can tell it hurt her to see me with someone else but things just weren't working out anymore.

"So who is the lucky one?" She asks me while she rocks back and forth on her feet.

"Uh it's just a friend really. His name is Gabe." I tell her with a small smile and heat creeping up my neck.

"Don't forget to use protection you crazy kids!" She jokes before turning on her heel and leaving.

When I look at the clock it's already 6 PM. I grab my things and start heading towards my car.

It's a somewhat long drive from work to home but at least I get to see Gabe in a while.

When I finally arrive home I'm ready to drop dead on my bed, and just wait for Gabe to break in.

When I unlock my front door I'm greeted by a smaller figure.

"Lucifer... hi. What are you doing here?" I say while I scratch the back of my head nervously.

"Oh you know just wanted to drop by." He shrugs and slowly makes his way over to me.

"So, err. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or...?" I say as I take a few steps back but because things always go my way my back hits the wall.

At this point my face is burning and I can barely keep my eyes off of the body that I once worshipped and desired.

"Starin' is rude, Sam." He says in a husky tone which gives me goosebumps. Damn I hate the fact that he knows me so well.

"Not staring Satan. Can you put some clothes on?" I request while covering my eyes.

"Why? Am I turning you on?" He purrs as he walks closer to me.

He gets to me and traces a hand along my neck. I don't have time to argue before he's kissing me.

SAM YOU WHORE

I immediately melt into the kiss that I've been craving for so long. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in closer and I can feel his throbbing erection and the warmth his body is radiating.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him even closer. Being the little devil that he is he slides his tongue into my mouth without a warning. He explores my mouth voraciously. And because of that I can tell he has missed me as well.

He trails his hands along my sides and then he slides them under my shirt and over my chest. Slowly sliding it down, making me moan ever so slightly.

He gets to the waistband of my jeans and plays with the button for a little before sliding his hand inside my boxers making my breath hitch.

"Did I touch that sweet spot Sam?" He whispers into my ear as he strokes my length.

He grasps my, newly created, erection and begins jerking me off faster which ultimately makes me moan.

Lucifer P.O.V

I can already tell Sam is mine. I have him wrapped around my pinky once again, just like it should always be.

I crush our lips together again as keep playing with him as a way to distract him.

I slide my hand out of his pants, he let's out a groan as a complain for the loss. I proceed to unbuckle his belt and undue the button of his jeans.

I slowly start pulling down his jeans and a bit afterwards he tries to pull them back up and pull away from the kiss.

The sexual frustration has built up over the past few weeks I refuse to let him stop me now.

I pull his face close and once he's into it again, I forcefully pull down his jeans forcefully.

For someone so tall he's easy to manipulate.

I push him onto the couch and hold his hands on his back while I leave little marks all over his body.

"Lucifer stop." I hear his voice call out. It's trembling but I like seeing him like this, so vulnerable and dependent.

"Or what baby boy?" I call out with a huge grin plastered on my face.

"Please stop." He says again trying to break free.

"Not a chance Sam. You fighting over this is useless, you know you can't break lose. Plus it's not like we haven't done it before." I claim which makes him blush and and try again.

"Lucifer you need to stop!" He cries out. Usually he's stronger than me but not when he's at the bottom.

"He said to stop." A boy no older than 17 says.

"Shouldn't you be doing homework rather than breaking in, you mustard haired ass?"

"For your information it's honey blonde not mustard. And I'm 20 and out of school, you cock sucking asshole." He sasses back.

"Hi 20 and out of school. I'm your worst nightmare. And if you don't leave in five seconds I'll beat you up." I growl and he doesn't back away. Well that's the spirit.

"Well that was a lame joke. Who did you hey it from? Your dad? Probably not, from what I see he was absent most of the time so you didn't have someone to look up to or be educated by, which ultimately led to making you an arrogant, narcissistic, psychotic bastard. Or maybe it's not that he was absent, maybe he was around too much in a bad way. But whether was absent or abusive he never did give you enough fatherly love therefore you go out looking for sex as a way to fill in the blank space. Ain't that right?"

"Who even are you?" I ask him. Now I am pissed.

"I am the thing that every nightmare fears: proof that morning comes." He stands straight and somehow his features darken.

"I'll ask you one last time, Satan, leave this guy alone. Before I call the cops." He pulls out his phone and dials in 911 but doesn't press the button.

"This ain't over kid. Next time I see your face I'll crush you like a bug." I say as I put on my clothes back on and make my way over to the door.

"Whatever you say you fuckfaced whore." He slams the door once I'm outside.

I have some research to do. Call me Sal Harrison.

SAM P.O.V

"Whoa." I awkwardly sit there just staring at Gabe with my mouth wide open.

"What?" He replies bluntly.

"How did you do that?" I'm still impressed. He sits down next to me and I continue to watch him amazed.

"What? You mean deduce him?" He cocks his head slightly to the side.

"Yeah that." I finally close my mouth.

"Oh. I was Sherlock Holmes once. I decided that it'd be nice to keep the knowledge. Did you know that when someone looks at you for 6 seconds or longer it means they either wanna have sex with you or kill you." He replies with no emotion.

"Cool. Tell me, did you have access to his feelings?" I fidget a little.

"Yes, why?" He replies while staring at my TV without a second glance at me.

"Did he have a romantic attraction to John?" I wonder like the fan I am.

"Can't tell ya, Sam." He replies as he passes the channel with no expression.

"Are you okay Gabe? You're usually more cheery and all." I ask, I am worried.

"Being happy and cheery isn't my whole personality, my young novocaine, it might be a primary aspect of it but it's not all." He sounds dead inside.

"Well how about we watch a movie? I have Netflix..." I suggest as I nudge him a little. I can see a small smile starting to show on his lips.

"Fine, Samwhich." He smiles at me again.

"There's that smile I like." I return the gesture and get up to make us some popcorn.

"Can it be scary?" He calls out from my living room.

"If you want." I shout back. While throwing the popcorn bag into the microwave.

"Will you hold me if it gets too scary?" He asks once I come in with the popcorn and the sweets.

I now know he has a thing for candy so I bought a giant bag just for him for when he comes over.

GABRIEL P.O.V

I let out a very masculine scream when something pops behind the girl. I scoot closer to Sam and make him wrap his arms around me, like any couple would.

Wait are we a couple?

I turn to face Sam when the movie is having what you call "the sex appeal" He looks back at me and I just crash our lips together.
I pull away first but I hold his face against mine. Lips touching ever so slightly. "You're mine. Right?" I whisper against his slightly chapped lips.

"Gabe... I don't know, I don't think I'm really ready for a relationship. Plus it wouldn't be stable." He stutters.

This is what I get for getting attached.

"It's getting late I should probably go." I say as I get up and start walking towards the door. He follows me closely behind.

"Gabe I'm sorry please understand. We can still be friends!" He gives me his best puppy eyes but they don't work on me. Not this time.

"Oh I understand. But let me tell you this, you haven't experienced instability. You don't think I want something steady too? You don't think I wish I had my own life? A life where I can either be a girl or a boy, get married, have kids, pursue a career! Hell don't you think I want that too? But we can't always have what we want Sammy. Sometimes we have to settle down hard. But you know what? It's okay I understand, I'm an unlovable misfit. Goodnight, Samuel." And with that I slam the door on his face.

Tears start pouring down my cheeks. And I feel the cold wind starting to dry them.

Stupid Sam. Stupid feelings. Stupid heart.