Moans echoed off the marbled walls as Adam expertly maneuvered his hips to thrust into the small figure sprawled out on the bed underneath him. He reveled in the sound of his name being gasped out over and over again, the dickmaster once again living up to his title. Looking down, he soaked up the sight of the flushed face staring back at him. Blinking up with dilated pupils, Lucifer's mouth hung in a blissful smile as he let out shameless moans and curses. Adam couldn't help an adoring smile crossing his face as he leaned down to kiss him, the king of hell lurching forward to meet him halfway. His warm breath brushed gently against Adam's cheek and, just before their lips could meet, he shouted in his face.
"ADAM!"
Adam's eyes flew open and he nearly fell out of bed. "Jesus, Lute, what the actual fuck!" He groaned, rubbing the spot where he bumped his head on the bedframe. A thin, pale woman stood at his bedside, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Sorry for waking you, Sir, but the troops are ready for you. Also..." She hesitated, amusement showing on her mask's projected expression - a slip from her professional demeanor that she'd only let Adam see. "You were moaning in your sleep." Adam's jaw dropped in disbelief. How dare she? So what if he was having a wet dream, everyone had those.
"Yeah, well, I was dreaming about banging a bunch of super hot chicks. Like tonsss of women, like just the fucking hottest orgy of-" Adam sputtered out as the memory of his dream came back to him.
"Of course." Lute's expression turned serious again save for the slight smile she still wore. "We attack in two hours." Lute turned and left the room without another word, leaving Adam alone in his bed with just his thoughts. This wasn't the first time he'd had a dream like that about the king of hell. Far from it, actually. For the last couple hundred years, it hadn't been uncommon for Adam to wake up in a sweat with the fallen angel on his mind. He hated that arrogant prick- not only had he stolen both of his wives, but he always acted like he was the coolest, most powerful, hottest shit in all of creation. That was Adam's role, thank you very much. He was even a pathetic excuse for an angel, managing to fuck up badly enough to invent original sin. He'd rather spend an eternity in hell than ever so much as compliment the demon king. But, for some reason, Adam's dreams didn't seem to share that same sentiment.
He shook his head and got out of bed, muttering to himself in frustration. After pulling on his most badass tunic, Adam looked at himself in the mirror, reminding himself of the day's plans. "Let's fuck up some bitches," he grinned as he pulled on his exorcist mask.
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Adam groaned in pain as he pulled himself out of the indent in the ground made by the impact of him being punched through a glass roof. "Okay, seriously. How many of you freaks do I have to fight?!" Standing up, his vision cleared from the daze and revealed the identity of the man who'd just punched him. New energy coursed through Adam, a mix of rage and excitement electrifying his blood. Now this, this was an opponent worth his time. He glared at the man in front of him and distastefully spit out the blood pooling in his mouth from the last hit.
"Oh, I'm the only one that matters." Lucifer took slow, confident steps and rolled up his sleeves as he spoke. Adam held his ground, not moving even when they were mere inches apart. Even though Lucifer had to crane his neck up to look him in the eye, Adam knew after millennia of experience not to underestimate him.
"See, you messed with my daughter and now I am going to FUCK YOU!" Lucifer's sharp-toothed grin momentarily shone in the light of a nearby explosion. The fighting closest to them stopped as everyone within earshot looked at the two men. The exorcists' lips all twisted into disgusted sneers while the sinners either smirked or furrowed their brows in confusion. Adam, himself, just stared at him in shock. He could feel his face heat up as flashes of dreams barrelled to the front of his mind. Lute cleared her throat uncomfortably somewhere nearby, finally reminding Adam that he was being watched. He quickly tried to play his expression off as confused disgust.
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A Slice of Apple Pie | AdamsApple
Fanfiction"Like I said, I don't do charity, especially for you, but I can make you a deal." Adam's blood ran cold through his veins. He didn't have to look behind him to know that Lucifer had taken on his true demonic form, the crackling power in the air did...
