TRIGGER WARNING:
Sexual assault

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"What else do you want?" Adam asked.

"You should sit," Lucifer offered, like they were in his office and not Adam's.

Adam reigned in the need to throw things at Lucifer's head, for the sake of politeness, but also because of that stiletto-wearing gladiator at the door. He'd just witnessed what she was capable of when he opened his door to find his agents on the floor, groaning in pain. It was probably best to humor Lucifer and let him be on his way. As soon as possible.

"I'm sitting," Adam said as he sat. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm trying to be useful to you, Governor. You're favored to win and I'm here to make sure that happens."

"We've been doing fine."

"Right now, other parties are focused on their own drama. The moment you become flagbearer, the gloves will come off. I don't care how clean a campaign you've managed to run so far. Once things get real, you won't have time to worry about the past. You need me."

"Not really, no."

"If you don't right now, you will need me eventually."

A sudden cloudiness settled around Adam's vision. He blinked and shook his head to clear it, but the shaking just triggered a slight migraine so he quickly stopped.

"Says who?" Adam asked.

"Says my years of experience."

The migraine didn't stop. He closed his eyes to see if he could reduce the stress to his eyes, but he was quickly distracted by a quick shiver that went through his entire body, choosing to settle in his groin. Groaning, he adjusted himself in his seat.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He cleared his throat and straightened his trousers.

As a forty-three year old man who'd kept his chastity all his life, Adam wasn't a stranger to inopportune boners. Regardless of his lifestyle, he was still human. He was still a man. Things still turned him on from time to time. He'd learned to deal with it by ignoring it till it went away. After all, he couldn't be celibate only in public. It was a lifestyle that followed him well into the privacy of his home.

Noticing that his glass was empty, Adam poured himself another one. When he looked up, Lucifer was watching him carefully, so he asked, "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes please," Lucifer said with a smile.

When he turned the seat to stand up, he buckled over as a sharp pain jabbed at him, in his dick. Clutching the table, he tried to breathe, noting that he was exceptionally hard. For no reason. And it hurt too. It felt like a stone was growing within, threatening to burst right out, threatening to kill him if he didn't acknowledge it. If he didn't touch it.

"Seriously, do you need help?" Lucifer asked, getting up from his chair and running around the table to meet Adam.

Adam turned the seat away, hoping to protect his privacy. "There's no problem."

"Should I call your receptionist?"

"Absolutely not," Adam said, looking up at Lucifer.

But Lucifer wasn't looking at him. He was staring down at Adam's lap. At Adam's dick, to be precise.

"Do you need any help with that?" he asked.

"No," Adam said, forcing himself to his feet, even as the action exacerbated the pain. Limping, he tried to get away, to put as much distance between himself and Lucifer. But as he got to the plush, leather sofas on the other side of the office, Lucifer reached Adam, grabbing him by the waist as he turned Adam around and pushed him into the sofa.

"You can hate me later," Lucifer said.

"What do you think you're doing?" Adam asked, as he tried to push Lucifer away.

But Lucifer held him down, pressing his forearm against Adam's shoulder as his other arm found its way between Adam's legs. Grabbing Adam's dick, Lucifer messaged it. The touch was light, yet firm, caressing against Adam's hard, hurting dick that Adam's body reacted without his permission.

As his thighs widened and his hips moved to Lucifer's touch, the pain quickly evaporated the more he touched Adam, rubbing at the dick, massaging it slowly. Adam had never... he'd never been... it felt like he'd imagined it... like every pleasure in the world couldn't compare to the feel of someone's hand stroking him back and forth through his trousers. A feeling he knew could only be bested if the fabric wasn't between them.

As if reading Adam's thoughts, Lucifer's hand disappeared from his dick as it began undoing his belt and buttons. In swift accuracy, Adam was undressed as Lucifer let go so that he could pull the trousers down.

"We can't..." Adam started to say, just as the pain returned.

"Up," Lucifer said as Adam raised his hips to allow the trouser go down.

"This is wrong," Adam said when his boxers were shucked down to his knees. "Oh god," he begged, enjoying the feel of Lucifer's hand when it wrapped around his dick. "We can't do this."

Rather than answering him, Lucifer leaned over his dick, sucking it all into his mouth as the soft hotness went straight to Adam's brain. Moaning, he bucked up into it, grabbing Lucifer's head as Lucifer held Adam's hips down. Immediately, without waiting for Adam to catch his breath, Lucifer started to suck, to lick, to move, grazing his teeth against the underside of Adam's dick as Adam moaned to it.

He'd never felt so amazing. Nothing in his life had ever felt as good as having someone suck his dick to the point that Adam wanted to cry. The pain was gone, forgotten and replaced with want and a desperate need to move his hips. Before long, it began to get intense, with Lucifer sucking even harder as his hands massaged the base of Adam's dick, as if determined to suck his soul right out of his pee hole.

"Oh god," Adam cried, unable to recognize the shrillness of his voice as the pressure got harder and harder and harder with Lucifer's ministrations to his dick. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. He wasn't even sure his eyes were opened anymore. He just wanted... he wanted more. He never wanted it to stop. On and on, Lucifer sucked and rubbed and licked till all Adam could think about was Lucifer. Till all he could breathe and think of anything else or anyone beyond the man who was currently on his knees. Between Adam's legs. Bringing him pleasure previously unheard of.

With a shout, Adam came as Lucifer clamped his lips around Adam's dick, keeping the tip of it in his throat as Adam emptied right down his throat, unable to stop the sound he was making.

"Oh," he said. "Oh. Plea... please. Oh."

Adam collapsed against the chair, his knees and waist feeling a weak looseness that he couldn't quite explain. As the realization of what he'd just done washed over him, bile rose up in his throat while he fought the urge to bend over and vomit. He'd just... he'd... oh god, he'd just ejaculated in another man's mouth.

Weakly, he pushed Lucifer away, unable to even look at the man whose mouth he'd just defiled. Adam felt dirty. Used. Unclean. Unworthy. He felt like a fraud who'd just cost his soul's eternity for the benefit of thirty seconds of misplaced pleasure.

"You're not done," Lucifer said, pressing Adam back into the soft, welcoming sofa. "You're still hard."

He was right. Adam didn't want to admit it, but his dick was still hard and it still hurt to move, like the stone inside of it needed to be rubbed out. Being hard had never felt like this. It never felt like he wanted to scratch the skin on his dick till he dug into the stone and pulled it out.

But at the same time, he could remember the pleasure he'd felt the moment Lucifer sucked at the tip of his dick before swallowing it all down and licking at it till Adam came. He wanted that pleasure again. He wished he could have that instead of this new pain that had returned with a vengeance, as if determined to kill Adam if he didn't...

Adam closed his eyes, shaking his head to dislodge the new set of thoughts rushing into his mind. Because, he should have seen this coming. He should have known. How had he been so stupid? He'd known to be vigilant, but even that hadn't been enough.

When Lucifer wrapped his hand around Adam's dick again, Adam tried to roll away.

"Get your hands off me," he shouted, sitting up as he tried to catch his breath. He hadn't still recovered from that first orgasm and his body was still tingling, even though it was already begging for more. Begging for Lucifer to hold him down again and suck his dick till he came again. God, he wanted it. Adam wanted it so bad it hurt more than his dick hurt.

"I'm trying to help you."

"You did this to me."

"Excuse me?" Lucifer asked, looking confused.

But Adam was not going to be fooled again.

"You... you did something. You must have," he said, trying to fit his hard dick back into his underwear. "You must have drugged me."

"When? How? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I know you did this," he said, trying to get up as his knees gave way and he fell.

Lucifer caught him before his whole body landed. The friction of Lucifer's thigh rubbing between Adam's legs, rubbing against his dick, made him moan as he clutched Lucifer. He didn't mean to, but he moved, seeking that friction, humping against Lucifer's leg. Then he realized what he was doing, so he pulled back, trying to dislodge Lucifer's hands from his body.

"You need help. I'm willing to help. Don't you want to cum again?"

"No," Adam said, voice shaking with how much of a lie that word was. "Get away from me."

"Are you going to sit here in pain till your cock grows soft?"

"I've already defiled my body. I'm not going to do it again."

"You're in pain."

"Leave me alone."

"Fine," Lucifer said, standing to his feet. "I'm going to go, but you should consider this. When I leave, your people are going to be worried about you and they're going to come in here and see you like this. Completely wrecked with your trousers around your ankles and your cock standing like a flag pole." Lucifer shook his head as if worried. "I can only imagine what they're going to think of you and your pristine reputation."

"You fought to get to me. They'll know you..." he didn't even know if he could say it. "They'll know you... did something to me."

"That may very well be." He nodded in agreement. "But they'll also know that you're no longer celibate. You're no longer... "pure"," he said with air quotes. "You're a man." He smiled. "It's going to be hard to convince anyone that I did anything to you that you didn't want."

As he headed for the door, Adam's heart beat in chest like it was longing to burst out. Because Lucifer was right. Adam had built his entire reputation on his strict adherence to his faith. What would it look like if Ekamma, his receptionist, walked right into his office and saw him like this? How would that go? How long before news of his behavior spread and his people started thinking they could misbehave? After all, anointing flowed from the head. If Adam was the head then it was only a matter of time before everyone in his employ was succumbing to their deepest, darkest desires.

"Wait," Adam said as soon as Lucifer opened the door. "Don't go yet," he said, knowing that he was about to cover up a sin with an even bigger sin.

"Why?" Lucifer asked.

"Don't play games with me," Adam said, trying to pull himself back up to the sofa. "You said you wanted to help."

Lucifer closed the door, but stood there, watching Adam with a slight smile on his face.

"I said so, but I want you to say it."

"Say what?" Adam asked, confused.

"Say what you want from me."

Adam gulped as a sliver of his conscience shivered through his body. Something whispered in his head, something told him it wasn't too late. He could turn this around. He could work with Ekamma to contain the situation so that he didn't have to resort to more sin. But even if he did, containing what he'd done would be the same as lying.

How was lying any less of a sin than letting Lucifer suck his dick till was utterly and completely satisfied?

"What do you want from me, Governor?"

"I...I..." he couldn't say it.

"Say it," Lucifer offered, slowly walking towards him, eyes never leaving Adam's as he held Adam in his sway. "Tell me what you want."

"Don't make me do this," Adam begged, the closer Lucifer got.

"Tell me," he said, reaching the sofa as he knelt between Adam's legs. He'd gotten so close that Adam moaned, anticipating the contact. But when Lucifer's knee stopped, a few inches shy of Adam's dick, Adam nearly cried. "Tell me what you want."

"I want... I want you to touch me," he said as the truth of those words left Adam feeling gutted and open and raw.

"Oh," Lucifer said, pressing his palm against Adam's dick as he leaned in so close that their mouths brushed against each other's. "I thought you'd never ask."