Christmas Time with Boyking!Sam
The first thing that Sam had done when he had took over Hell, with Lucifer at his side as his consort, he had re-organized the whole place so that it ran like a business. Paperwork was essential. One of his daily tasks were to review the records of the recent souls brought down, to ensure that they actually belonged there and had not been a mix-up, and any petitions.
Meg had tossed a woolen sack onto his desk. He looks up and scrutinizes it, “What is this?”
“Fan letters for Lucifer, I guess. Found them at the post office” She shrugs.
Sam sighs and digs his hand into the sack to pull out of these letters to see for himself. The cover of the envelope was clearly by a child’s hand and read that it was to “Satan”. It was strange because while there certainly were insane satanists that worshiped his lover, they were all adults or teenagers, not someone so obviously young.
He tears open the letter to peer at the contents inside. It was a wishlist for Christmas presents. Apparently the child was dyslexic or wrote it too hastily so they ended up writing down “Satan” instead of “Santa”.
“They’re letters for Santa but the kids misspelled his name.” Sam informs her and she lets out a laugh. Probably because imagining Lucifer wearing a Santa costume would be hilarious, though ill advised because of his hatred of humanity. Sam had been proven to be the only exception to his loathing.
He felt somewhat bad for the children and decided to clear out his schedule the week before Christmas to give something back to them. Then he carefully told Lucifer about his plans, ensuring not to mention the best part for what he had in store, and, as his lover hardly ever could deny him, reluctantly agreed.
Sam was the king of the Hell and, even though the letters were addressed to Lucifer, he decided that he would be the one to take on the form of Santa for his appearance at the local mall, handing out presents to all the children that sat on his lap. Now, he could have just made Lucifer one of his helper elves but Sam was not always so kind.
He was waiting expectantly outside the men’s restroom for Lucifer to appear in the costume Sam had given him. The angel finally steps out wearing a red and white bonnet over his head and a modest red dress. It looks surprisingly good on him and Sam considers that he should put him in women’s clothing more often, though perhaps something much more revealing like lingerie.
“Is this necessary?” Lucifer raises a brow at him, picking at the fabric.
“I needed someone to play Mrs Claus and thought you would be perfect. Or should I have considered someone else to be my spouse? Maybe Ruby?” Sam teases, baiting his lover, knowing how jealous he could get. Icy blue eyes illuminate with grace and he can see his wings in the non-physical plane flare out in anger. Even though Lucifer looked about ready to smite somebody, Sam had no fear as he knew that he would never hurt him.
“You wouldn’t dare.” He growls out and pushes Sam until he is up against the wall. Wings curl to wrap around him possessively. One thing had always been absolutely clear, Lucifer may have given Sam complete control outside and inside the bedroom but he was no pushover. He could easily flip the tables at any moment if he so desired because, underneath the submissive exterior he presented for Sam, he was still a fierce archangel.
“No, I wouldn’t.” Sam confirms, pressing his mouth to Lucifer.
“Don’t tease me like that.” Lucifer tells him when they break out, his eyes no longer shining with grace.
“But when you get protective like that, it reminds me that I’m yours and no one else’s.” Sam smiles as he digs his face into his shoulder.
The mall event had gone without a hitch. Every child had been eager to get their present and a picture taken with Santa. At the end of the day, Sam asked the photographer to take a photo of him and Lucifer as a memento, if only for him to laugh at his lover’s costume.
Though Lucifer did not like being made a laughing stock and the boyking had no doubt that he would find some creative way to get back at Sam for embarrassing him.
And so he did, a week later. Sam had woke up in his chambers one morning tied to the king sized bed and Lucifer, with a sadistic smile on his face, hovering above him.
Needless to say, he did not get out of bed that day and his duties had been neglected as his lover rode him several different ways into the mattress and denying him release until the very end.