spncentral | Forced To The Other Side AU

Claudia's been missing for several months, and Gabriel has turned everywhere he could think of upside-down to find her. He searched all of Earth aside from those few places warded against angels, he searched all of Hell--eliminating a ton of demons in the process--and even searched Heaven. All to no avail. It was like she no longer existed.

Then came a video with no return address. A porn video. One that involved demons, which made it... rather less than entertaining than the one he's done, given his own didn't involve anyone dying. One of those demons being an apparently possessed Claudia made it clear where the inspiration came from. The demon must have dug around in her head.

A couple of days of working on figuring out the location of the video later, he's figured out where to go. After dropping off the ferret and dog at the bed and breakfast due to not knowing how long he would be gone, he heads over there, appearing with an almost silent whisper of wings. He explores the building cautiously, keeping his power on a leash to avoid betraying his presence any more than absolutely needed.

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In answer, Claudia began to undo his pants and free his cock and give him a few strokes. She knew he didn't need much encouragement, and so started taking that thick length into her mouth as soon as she was able. It was enough to nearly choke on if she wasn't careful, something she'd been forced to learn though practice, but even that thought had her moaning around him.

She would help show Gabriel what he had given up on, seemed intent on throwing away over a pesky thing like being a demon.

Even as much as Lucifer enjoys the blowjob, he enjoys the look of sick rage on his brother's face more. Poor Gabriel, all that anger pent up with nowhere for it to go; what with not being allowed to move, use his powers, or speak.

The thought of that turns Lucifer on more, resulting in Claudia getting to have the taste of precome to give her warning of what was coming in fairly short order.

Naked as she was, it was almost to easy to see the flush of arousal that Lucifer was drawing forth with his attentions. The taste made her moan against, sucking harder, trying to find an angle that would let him go as deep as he wanted without giving her a sore throat. She wanted to please him, even if it was just as a body to use.

Her own needs and desires would always be secondary to Lucifer's, and that was how it should be. He would still take care of her, at least on some level. As long as she was useful, and she intended that to never change.

Lucifer's hips jerk forwards as his hand tightens in her hair and he spills over in her mouth and throat, savoring the look on Gabriel's face. He was quite certain his brother wouldn't forget this anytime soon, if ever.

His hand in her hair forces her to continue swallowing, the few panting breaths that she manages coming out as muffled moans. Something was different, but it just made things even more amazing. She almost orgasmed just from from the feel of him coming inside her so forcefully, so fast.

It was why she loved him, worshiped him. He could claim her in any way he wanted, and in front of anyone, and all she could think of was Lucifer. He was giving this to her, and not anyone else in this moment.

He lets go of the tight grip on her hair after a moment, smoothing it down and giving her tacit permission to move back if she wanted to. "Thank you, dear."

Then he looks at Gabriel to make it clear he was addressing him as well. "I think it's time we move this elsewhere, don't you?"

Claudia sat back on her heels when he let her go, still a little breathless from the experience. She'd almost forgotten there was anyone else in the room that mattered, until Lucifer addressed his brother.

Then she looks at Gabriel, and the expression on his face makes her want to laugh. Yes, he was jealous, and yet he seemed to hate himself as much as either of them. Such a delicious mixture. If he were human, she would definitely be enjoying his conundrum, adding carefully calculated statements to push him in the desired direction. But this was Lucifer's show, and she was going to do her damnedest to learn from him.

"Moving it is," Lucifer says, and in the amount of time it takes to blink, they're in a bedroom that's richly decorated with rugs and sturdy furniture Lucifer thinks appropriate. The main feature, of course, is the bed large enough to hold at least three people comfortably, more if they're very good friends.

There's other furniture of course. Chairs, a couple of small decorative tables with statues for additional decoration along with a larger table. Also decorative, but also meant for use. Be it for things he needs to take a look at, or other things.

He gives Gabriel some time to take in the room before addressing Claudia. "You may want to take a seat, my dear. This will take a few minutes."

Time for the first part of her reward: allowing her to watch what he intends to do to his brother. Lucifer knows this should appeal to her hormones.

Claudia can't help a momentary grin at that. She had hoped to be allowed to stay for at least some of what Lucifer had planned. From the little bit she'd seen of his face, he was even less pleased than he had been when she captured him, but the bindings had held. She found one of the more comfortable chairs with a good view, and sat.

There was a part of her that wanted to think him, but babbling like that would only annoy Lucifer, and she didn't want that. Gabriel seemed to be doing enough of that on his own, for all that she hadn't heard him speak since handing him over.

Lucifer snaps away Gabriel's clothes, removing the leash from the collar by hand, looping it around his hand to set aside on one of the smaller tables with the statues, as Gabriel watches with his hands tightened into fists. Then Lucifer is behind his brother, cuffing his hands behind him with cuffs also designed to keep him under control before walking in front of him again, threading his fingers through his brother's hair.

"Try not to get yourself leashed again, hmm? I would rather leave it where it'll be out of the way," Lucifer says, tilting his brother's head back.

Gabriel's mouth tightens but he nods once before leaning forwards to take his brother into his mouth, tongue rubbing along the underside of the shaft as he slowly bobs his head and takes his brother in deeper. He's aware of Claudia watching but does his best to ignore her presence.

"There's a good boy," Lucifer murmurs, carding his fingers through his brother's hair. Time to praise his brother as needed to work his way past the chinks in his armor. He knows Gabriel's missed being told when he's done well, even if he'd never admit it.

Claudia remembered that clever tongue, and couldn't help leaning forward to watch just exactly Gabriel was doing, hoping she might be able to do that. Would Lucifer praise her, too? It would be nice, but hardly necessary.

She also wondered why Gabriel was so disgusted by her no longer being human. As a demon she wouldn't have to grow old or die of anything short of a properly enchanted weapon. Still, she wanted to see this, reacting to it and wondering what it would be like if she were allowed to join them. One archangel was mindblowingly amazing, so what would two be like? Would she be able to survive, even with the gifts Lucifer had given her?

The thought makes her lick her lips, watching intently, trying to take everything in.

Gabriel closes his eyes, partly so he wouldn't have to see how eagerly she was watching and partly to help him concentrate better on his task, increasing the speed he bobs his head and taking his brother in deeper, humming silently to help increase his brother's pleasure. He also tries to shut out his brother's praise and fails, little thrills running down his spine as it sinks in.

Once he tastes precome, he takes Lucifer in as deeply as he could and swallows to help encourage him to come; continuing to swallow once his brother actually does so with a low moan along with driving himself further down his throat.

When his brother steps back, releasing him, he opens his eyes to look up at him as he bends over slightly to trail his fingers down the side of his face.

"Don't think I'm done with you," Lucifer purrs, satisfied with the way Gabriel just pressed into his hand slightly and keeping an eye on Claudia for her reaction to his next sentence to his brother. "I want you to stand and bend over the big table."

At those words, she can't help a shudder of memory. Pinned to the table, or chained to it, depending on Lucifer's mood and how he felt about her performance, he'd taken her, taught her that he could choose whether she felt pleasure or pain or anywhere in between. There had been times when she'd screamed until her throat bled, and she still couldn't tell which had been the reason. Just the thought made her wet, and it made her ache for more.

She wondered if Gabriel had any idea how lucky he was. Suddenly a tiny sliver of thought that he had once made her feel lucky to have his attentions made her wonder if she should be angry at him for his judgement of her now.

Gabriel rises to his feet and does as instructed, a chain to force his head to stay down with his face mere inches from the surface of the table promptly appearing. Then he follows Lucifer's next set of instructions to spread his legs, cuffs and chains appearing to force them to stay spread.

Lucifer takes a moment to enjoy the sight of his brother waiting for him and let Claudia enjoy it as well before walking closer to run a hand lightly along Gabriel's spine to watch him shiver. "You're allowed to make noises now in response to what's being done to you, but you're still not allowed to use actual words."

After giving Gabriel a moment to register his words and nod, Lucifer lines himself up and pushes his way fully in in a single thrust, making his brother cry out and arch his back. Then he's setting a fast and hard pace, making sure to hit his brother's prostate each time to continue ripping cries out of him even as his brother starts rocking his hips back to meet him.

It's not a comfortable position like that, barely enough balance to keep in place without drawing tight on one or more chains. If one still has the capacity, it's shaming, demeaning to be chained up for the purpose of being used. The knowledge is there, but at the moment she finds herself almost torn between which side of this encounter she would want to be on.

The idea of having that kind of power over someone, to force them to react, well, any demon would find that an intoxicating idea. Claudia isn't even aware that her eyes had bled to black and she's almost panting in time with Lucifer's exertions. The sight is so beautiful, so perfect, she only wishes there were a place for her as more than an observer.

Lucifer's hips keep snapping forwards, making Gabriel cry out and rock back his hips for more. When Lucifer senses his brother getting close to the edge, he leans over him more to give him an order. "Come for me."

Gabriel comes with a cry, shudders running down his back and reflexively tightening around his brother, during which, Lucifer snaps his hips forwards a few more times before burying himself in deep to fill him before slowing to a stop.

After taking a moment to enjoy Gabriel panting for breath and twitching and shuddering below him, Lucifer pulls free from him and steps back, cleaning himself up with a thought to take in Claudia's reaction to the sight of his come starting to trickle down Gabriel's thighs. "Enjoying yourself, my dear?"

She nods without even thinking about it, but it takes her a couple of tries to speak.

"Oh, yes," she says, voice still a bit breathy. "I'm...honored."

She wanted to know more, a part of her wished he might allow Gabriel to say something, if only to hear whether he understood or would try to take out his anger to get her riled up. And then there was the part of her that wanted to just get off, even if she had to do it herself. The sights she had already seen had her coiled like a spring ready to explode.

He has other things in mind than her using her hand to get herself off. He snaps his fingers to make the restraints holding Gabriel in place disappear, although obviously the collar and handcuffs stay. "Gabriel, step away from the table."

Then once his brother has obeyed, there's another snap of his fingers to leave a mess of sex toys laying on the table for Claudia to choose from. "I believe it's your turn with him. You have permission to use the bed. As well as the toys."

Gabriel eyes her warily when Lucifer gives her permission to have him. He's not sure he wants to know what she'll do with him.

While Gabriel is eying her, Lucifer adjusts his clothes to be properly dressed once again and takes a seat where he can watch the fun.

Claudia smiled, and started to look over the offerings as she considered. The first thing she picked up was a blindfold, because what had caught her interest was something she didn't want him to be able to expect. She glanced over to Lucifer, but then went over to Gabriel.

"Would you like to tell your brother what you think of this?" she asked, eyes still featureless black orbs. "You don't like me anymore, do you?"

She didn't release him to speak, though.

Gabriel just glares at her, wanting to tell her to just it over with but not able to do so. So he just pulls at the handcuffs a little, looking for any weak points.

Instead, she drew him in for a kiss, forcing her way into his mouth, knowing he wasn't going to be able to bite or hurt her for it. She watched that rage burn hot, enjoying stoking it. Claudia had decided he would experience what it was like to have your skin burning away, even if it would be something that won't leave a mark.

As she drew back, she tied the blindfold tightly over his eyes. "Lie down on your back on the bed. I'll be with you in a moment."

She wanted him to sweat a little, wondering just what she'd chose. She let him hear her going through the tools, even though she already had made her selection. Selecting the electric wands she wanted to use and warming up their current, she paused as that got ready to turn and apply a pair of nipple clamps to those nubs of flesh, trailing her hands along his body, ending with a teasing stroke of his groin. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to have your skin burned? You can answer yet or no."

Gabriel doesn't respond to the kiss when she presses it on him. Just because he can't avoid it doesn't mean he has to participate. Then he's been blindfolded so he couldn't see and has his orders, resulting on him walking over to the bed and feeling his way on to lay on it as told.

Then there's nothing to do but listen to her move things around, making some of the more metallic objects clink together, followed by the sound of her moving over to the bed. Then she's attaching the clamps to his nipples, making him shudder; the following touches making the shudder turn into little shivers and his hips automatically rocking up slightly as he felt himself get turned on.

"Yes," he answers, hating that he couldn't be a smartass about it. Considering all the ways hunters tried to kill him over the centuries, that was a bit of a stupid question.

That was all the warning he really had before she touched the probes to those clamps, adding electricity to the pinch and watching his response with parted lips. She'd never done this with someone whose body she knew quite so intimately, and it was definitely making her wet. A tiny piece of her wanted to hear him curse her as she brought him with pain and pleasure combined and took her own pleasure in it while denying his release.

It was an art to do so, one Lucifer had taught her well, and she demonstrated her skill by painting Gabriel's nerves with fire, letting his scream and make all those wonderful sounds but denying words, just as her master had. That pleasure was enough to make her forget her own body for a good while.

Scream he does, back arching in response to the pain pouring through him. He'd try to move away, but for all he knew, the source of the electricity could have been attached to the clamps, making trying to get away useless. So he just writhes on the bed, the pain over-riding the little pleasure that he had.

And now she begins to move the wands, trailing over all the sensitive spots she'd learned of his. It made her bite down on a moan of her own watching him like this, and that reminded her. She reached over to turn down the current a little, enough that it would bring pain, but also a certain side-effect in the body part she was most interested in. Trailing them along his cock, she watched him come to attention, smirking, even as she shifted forward to remove the blindfold. She wanted him to see this.

"Don't look away, or close your eyes," she ordered, as she began to lower herself onto him, guiding him deep inside. She had no intention of stopping with the electricity, though. It brought a certain something to the experience, she'd found. She didn't have to tell him he couldn't come, she thought. Lucifer would certainly have given that order.