[Fic] "Eight of Hearts"

[lux_tuli]

Title: "Eight of Hearts"
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Teen
Pairing(s): Lucifer x Dean Winchester
Characters: Dean Winchester, Lucifer, Gabriel
Word Count: 750
Prompt: King's Cup
Written for: SPN Rare Ship Creation Challenge - March/April 2017
Originally posted: April 15, 2017

Dean, only a sophomore, was determined to partake in the full college experience, drinking copious amounts of booze and all. He might still be underage but thankfully he happened to be friends with a senior. Luke was rather laid back and had no problem with hooking him up with a bottle or two at his place.

 

He had walked over to Luke’s apartment expecting that he would be alone but is surprised that there is a group of people gathered around his living room. Dean frowned at the thought of Luke hosting a party and not inviting him.

 

“Oh, sorry, my brother and his buddies decided to crash my place to play some drinking games.” Luke explained, probably catching a glimpse of his expression. As if he had been a summoned, a guy much shorter than Luke or Dean, both of whom were average height for a guy, walked towards them and peered at Dean over Luke’s side.

 

“Oh, who’s this, Luci?” The short man grinned and Dean blinked at the strange nickname that he had given to Luke, “Don’t tell me that we interrupted time that was intended for your little boytoy over here?” He chuckled then nudged Luke playfully in the side.

 

Dean’s face flushed at the implication that his relationship with Luke was more than friendly. Sure, Luke was really, really attractive. Attractive enough that he had some late night dreams featuring him but Dean did not have the courage to approach him.

 

“Gabriel, behave or I will tell Michael what you have been up to in your free time.” Luke ground out and his brother pouted at him.

 

“You seriously going to rat me out to Mikey? Didn’t take you for a snitch. Besides, I’m too old for him to throw me over his knees and spank me.”

 

“It would be in your best interest to not test him or he might try.” Luke retorted. He had told Dean about his older brother once, that he had an all too serious personality and a bit of a stick shoved up his ass.

 

Gabriel childishly stuck his tongue at him.

 

“Umm, I can go if this is a bad time.” Dean supplied awkwardly.

 

“Nonsense, why don’t you join the fun! We’re just about to start a game of King’s Cup so why don’t you join in?” Gabriel beamed and wrapped an arm around Dean ushering him inside Luke’s apartment. Luke closed the door with a sign.

 

“King’s cup?” Dean asked, not familiar with that particular drinking game.

 

“Oh, Luci hasn’t showed you how to play? Though, I suppose he would be more interested in engaging in a certain other kind of activity…” Gabriel was abruptly cut off as he leered at Dean as Luke smacked him on the back of the head, “Hey, save the fraternal abuse for Michael!”

 

“Honestly, I don’t know how you ended up being so crude.” Luke clicked his tongue.

 

“I only learned from the best.” Gabriel replied and Luke rolled his eyes.

 

“Don’t worry, I will teach you the basics.” Luke assured Dean as he led them into the living room.

 

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With Luke’s instruction, Dean found himself picking up the game with ease. On his fifth turn, he ended up drawing an eight of hearts. He blushed as he recalled that Luke told him that in the game eight stood for mate. He would have to select an individual to take a drink with him. This could be used as a way for the player to inform someone that they were interested.

 

He could himself sweat, wondering if he had consumed too much alcohol…or something else entirely. Dean gulped as he considered what to do. Did he have the balls to select Luke or would he pick one of Gabriel’s friends at random?

 

“This is so precious, you look so nervous! Don’t worry we won’t bite…not unless you ask for it.” Gabriel winked. His boisterous laughter not helping Dean’s anxiety any.

 

“Hey, are you okay? You can stop if this is getting too much for you.” Luke comforted him.

 

“No, it’s alright…Will you…be my mate?” Dean shut his eyes as he asked tentatively, fearing a worst case scenario of Luke being repulsed by him. He felt a gentle hand cover his own, which caused him to open his eyes.

 

“I would be honored.” Icy blue eyes looked down at him in affection.

 

“Sweet Jesus, I asked for a drinking game, not some Disney chick flick moment!” Gabriel groaned.