"We are all mad here."
Alice: Madness Returns - The Mad Hatter
Lucifer-Samael stares at the honey-gold amber eyes of the man who is holding hand out for him with blatant shock and disbelief.
Gabriel-Loki stares at the piercing sapphire eyes of the man who he holds hand out for with hidden fear and worry.
"My name is Loki, Loki Asgardier." Gabriel-Loki grins at Lucifer-Samael. Lucifer is still have his mouth gaping, not knowing what to say.
Gabriel turns to Crowley, who is showing a poker face. "Ugh, what is wrong with Mr Nelson? I remember that I didn't say anything wrong..."
'Whatever you have been saying is wrong, totally wrong now, Gabriel...' Lucifer growls in his mind. He has to restrain a lot of thing, a lot of facial emotions that threaten to burst out at any possible time.
Gabriel hesitantly winks to Crowley then turns back to Lucifer, who is giving him a dagger glare.
"I'm so sorry... I think I am a bit impolite by jumping straight into your conversation." Gabriel continues to make eye contact to Lucifer and keeps on pretending to be innocent and fresh to this unexpected meeting. "I should head insides..."
Just as he turns around, a strong hand grabs his left wrist tight, forcing him to stop and turn round.
"I am the one who was impolite." Lucifer gives a very sincere smile as he looks straight into Gabriel's eyes. "Please take my apology, Mr Asgardier."
Then they stare at each other again, but this time, Lucifer has lost the shock while Gabriel has lost the fear. And their brains race the same thought.
'Let the play begin.'
It's dinner time and Crowley leads both his guests into the dining room. The whole time after Lucifer (Samael) spoke his apology to Gabriel (Loki), those two haven't even looked at each other, let alone speaking to each other. Crowley can feel the tension rising in the atmosphere to a level that it chokes him a lot. One time he dares glancing over his shoulder to see how the two are going, he finds that Gabriel is keeping his lips on a firm line, his eyes narrowed dangerously while Lucifer puts on a proud smirk and his eyes looking up the ceiling in a mocking way. Crowley thinks that not just butterflies but wasps are fluttering in his stomach.
When they are in the dining room, Crowley gets to take seats for Lucifer and Gabriel, carefully checking on their's expression. When he is sure that those two are absolutely hooked on their play, Crowley signals for the servants to bring the food up while he excuses then goes to the nearby room, where he is welcome by the shushing sound of the other Shurley, who has been hiding and watching the scene.
"What the hell? I thought you were still in your room...?"Crowley hisses quietly.
"How could I stay in the room when two of my eldest brother are locking eyes and fighting with their minds?" Balthazar whispers back, looking into the dining room through a tiny hole on the wall. "Gabriel must be crazy about this..."
"Yeah, and we are insane enough to stay here, acting as the background for their play..." Crowley palms his face desperately, speaking with low and quiet voice. "Why did I agree to him to keep this as a secret...?"
"Because if you let Lucifer knows, we will all die." Balthazar replies, breathing calmly as he watches Lucifer and Gabriel sitting opposite across the dining table. "Have you heard the story between Lucifer and Gabriel? If you have, then you know why this kind of play is harder for Gabriel to take role in it..."
"Lucifer once told me that he fucked Gabriel when Gabe was just fourteen... And their relationship went on well until Michael discovered what happened in the warehouse..." The Scottish man sighs deeply. "Poor Gabe... If I were him, I would have left that house from the beginning..."
"Fuck up..." Balthazar glares at Crowley, baring his teeth dangerously while grabbing him by the collar. "If you had known that, why did you rape Gabriel?"
"What?" Crowley's eyes widen in surprise. "I didn't rape him! If you mean the night he got to stay with me, then I can assure you that nothing happened except a brief kiss!"
"Then..." Balthazar is confused. Didn't his brother and this Scottish man have sex that night?
"Listen, I really want to be your brother's lover..." Crowley sighs, pushing Balthazar's hands off his collar. "But when I saw the fear and the sadness in his eyes that night, I have retreated... The thought of claiming him has vanished... I felt guilty a lot. His gaze was just like 'I have had enough, can't you see?' and then, yeah, I couldn't do anything. If I hurt your brother, then I'm sorry, but I swear nothing happened that night..."
Balthazar palms his face and leans back against the wall behind him. Yeah, obviously that Crowley can understand how fucked up Gabriel's life is and that means the relationship between Crowley and Gabriel won't get too alerting, but that doesn't mean he can stay in peace with the man sitting next to him. There will definitely conflicts, he knows it, just not now, not here.
"Okay... What's your plan now?" Crowley restarts the conversation.
"We need to distract Lucifer or Gabriel will definitely fail." Balthazar gets to check on his two older brothers through the tiny hole on the wall. "Lucifer isn't the one who is going to give up easily."
...
"So, Loki..." Lucifer smiles, false friendliness covering the building anger insides him. "Can I call you Loki anyway?"
"Of course, Mr Nelson." Gabriel smiles coyly, the tension rising up in him. "And may I call you Samael? Your name... Well, it reminds me of a relative of mine."
"At your pleasure." Lucifer takes a sip of the wine served for him. "I'd like to be called by first name, it makes the conversation less uncomfortable."
"Me too." Gabriel tries to act naturally by shrugging. "Now it feels more comfortable to talk."
The devil with forked tongue smirks, setting the wine glass down then leans against his chair, watching the opposite man taking sip on the sweetened blood orange tea. There has been nothing changed. Gabriel is still Gabriel and no matter how the boy tries to put up a good show, Lucifer could see it right through. The addiction for sweet of his baby brother is a significant trait that hardly anyone could have, especially when that anyone also shares the same portrait to his baby brother. Such a blatant lie. Lucifer feels the amusement of this play begins to replace his anger and yeah, he always enjoys watching play. So why not joining his baby brother's little play before pulling the drape off, showing the whole cast behind the scene at one flush moment?
"Can you tell me about your family?" Lucifer huffs, starting to cut his steak, acting as if the question is just as normal as any question could be brought up on the dining table.
Gabriel nearly chokes on his tea but he keeps calm enough to force the tea down his throat. He knows his big brother is advancing, trying to pull his mask off.
"Yeah... Well... I grew up in Stanford. My parents have lived there for their whole life." Gabriel smiles, starting to lie. "I have a brother, his name is Sebastian. While I work as a janitor, my brother works as a bartender. We both live in Stanford now, so you can guess where we are working. Mom and Dad are not far from us, so we just visit them frequently."
"I bet your father's name is Odin Asgardier? Or Jotun Asgardier?" The older Shurley chuckles.
"Nah, his name is Henry. Henry Asgardier." Gabriel swiftly replies. He has a lot of experiences in telling lies. "My mother is too sucked in Norse Mythology and her love for Loki is even bigger than for my father, so she named me Loki."
Lucifer shows an interested face. His baby brother has grown up a lot. It's totally harder now for him to pick any fault out of the lies that Gabe is telling. He needs a different tactic.
But suddenly, everything goes blank. His mind seems to stop working.
Or their minds seem to stop working at the same time.
...
Lucifer blinks his eyes, his mind works again. What the fuck has just happened?
In front of him is a dish of steak, a cup of half-drunk blood orange tea on a clean, drapped table. There is a man sitting on the opposite side of him. That man, wearing white vest, having short, a bit spiky blond hair, sharp rectangular face with a pair of sapphire blue eyes.
Wait a second... Why does that man look impossibly like me?
Gabriel feels as if his mind has gone shut down a short while before restarting again.
He finds himself staring at a dish of steak, a glass of half-drunk wine on a clean, drapped table. There is a man sitting on the opposite side of him. That man, wearing casual plaid shirt, having shaggy blond-brown hair which curls upwards at the end and has amber-colored eyes.
Wait a second... Why does that man look unbelievably like me?
Then comes another mind shut down.
...
Gabriel gasps hard when his mind returns to consciousness. What has he just seen?
Shaking his head hard, he tries to regain his breath as quick as possible. Ridiculous. What the hell has he just seen? His mind has gone blank for a while, yes, that is true, but... When it returns again, has he just seen himself? Then... What has happened with his mind?
Gabriel looks up, finding Lucifer is clutching his temple. His big brother must be enduring a headache.
It's strange. He is having a headache too.
He shakes the thought out of his mind. Maybe it is just a dream. Sometimes, his brain goes to sleep out of expectation and he doesn't mind that. So why is he wondering about a short dream like that?
"Samael...? Are you okay?" He dares trying his luck, speaking to his brother in this situation doesn't seem to be a good idea.
"I... I am..." Lucifer breathes in sharply before answering. "Thank you..."
Gabriel sighs in relief. "I have just had a weird dream..."
"So do I..." He flinches when his brother replies shortly. "In that dream, I saw myself sitting opposite to me, having the same dish of steak and the same glass of wine that I was drinking..."
"I saw myself too... Just like somehow I was suddenly seated opposite to myself." Gabriel chuckles.
And they stay speechless, staring at each other for a long while.
That is enough weird for one time.
...
They start eating again. No more talking, only eating and drinking.
But they do sometimes looking at other man to check on what he is doing.
Gabriel feels confused. The sudden brain shut down, the awkward dream, the way Luce and he share the same headache, same dream, they all sound senseless.
Lucifer knows something is not right, yet, he doesn't know what it is yet. He just knows. He has seen himself seating opposite to him in that dream. What kind of dream is that weird?
When they both finish their dinner, the disappearance of Crowley dawns on them.
"Ferguson!" Lucifer yells, making Gabriel flinch.
Crowley rushes into the room, slipping onto a slippery part of the floor and falls face first down. Gabriel gets out of his seat and runs to Crowley, helping him stand up.
"Are you okay?" He waits for Crowley to nod before continuing. "Where have you been all the time?"
"I... I have some abrupt problem... I'm so sorry for leaving the main course..." The black-haired man babbles then shuts up when he sees Lucifer's grimacing face.
"Dinner is already done by now." The Fuhrer snaps coldly.
Gabriel rolls his eyes and looks at Crowley. "It's not a problem. How about I help you get back to your room and have the chef bring dinner to you later?"
"S-su-sure... Sure...!" The poor Scottish man replies pathetically as he watches how his boss' face turns from grimacing to infuriated. But he couldn't do anything as Gabriel has pushed him through the door to upstair floor.
Lucifer's right eye twitches hard as he watches. Gabriel is HIS! How could the boy dare touching a different man? And that man is even at a lower level! A lot of lower level! Baby brother, you are really daring me, right? You know that I won't react nicely when you show your affection on a different person! Right... You are daring me right now. That is you, after all. Gabriel Ji'brail Shurley, the one who always challenges people...
He stands up, bold as a tiger and he swears he could eat anyone alive if he sees anyone now. He kicks the chair off in his rage, slamming his hands on the table.
If you want, Gabriel, I will play this play hard.
...
In he next room, Balthazar watches as Lucifer throws his tantrum on the surroundings.
Yes, Gabriel has made a daring move and Lucifer is obviously not contented about that.
Crowley has set a room for Lucifer. The room is a guest room, which is even larger and more comfortable than Crowley's itself. Lucifer's room is upstairs, next to Gabriel's room and opposite to the right to Crowley's room. Balthazar has been very shocked when Gabriel agreed with that decision but he couldn't do anything against that so he just accepts it. However, with Lucifer's presence in the house, the younger Shurley has no other choice than choose another room to stay in, since he just, can't stay with Gabriel.
Balthazar moves his luggage to the room at the end of the corridor. It is actually a tricksy room, it is located on the left of Crowley's room, but the path leading to it is a left turn at the end of Crowley's room so if you don't go past Crowley's room, you will never know that Balthazar's new room does exist. Balthazar is quite interested in the way the room is almost hidden from view but he is disappointed to know that the room, in fact, is just a store room. He has nearly smitten the Scottish man's head with a baseball bat if he hasn't considered the advantage of the room. That it is almost hidden from view. Being out of sight gives him chances to stealthily keep track with whatever Lucifer does. That means he can warn Gabriel in time whenever Lucifer gets any dangerous idea.
It has been two days since Lucifer first arrived at Crowley's manor. Nothing critically risky happens, just acting play between Lucifer and Gabriel and spying for Balthazar and Crowley. For some reasons, Crowley notices that he has no longer been in the dangerous zone since the play now is totally focus on the main characters, the two of the eldest sons of the Shurley family.
...
Lucifer and Gabriel have just finished a conversation in the living room. They talked about their favorite things. Lucifer pretended to be nice gentleman, showing his knowledge about art to the other man. Gabriel acted as a naive janitor, who knew nothing about art and had no interest in it. In Gabe's turn, he avoided asking about politic and only asked about sport (well, sport is neutral so it does no harm). Luce seemed to be bored with this kind of subject quickly so he tried to cut off the conversation as fast as possible.
Gabriel sighs in relief after Lucifer walked out the door, saying that he wants to go to the pub, having a drink. He gets to the door to make sure that Lucifer has left and motions Balthazar and Crowley out of their hiding place.
"Lucifer seems to get fed up with your play day by day." The black-haired man looks out the window, watching his boss striding towards the main street. "This is going to work. He will soon believe you to be Loki Asgardier..."
"Not that easy..." Gabriel sits back on the couch. "Lucifer is not the one who would give up that easily. He is very stubborn..."
"By the way, what would we do when he returns?" Balthazar sits down next to Gabriel, pouring a glass of scorch for himself (he knows Gabriel hardly drinks alcoholic drink). "Play another scene of today's act?"
"I don't think he will come back soon. At least eleven will he return. We could go to sleep at that time. But now, let's get back with the Michael Rescuing Campaign." The older Shurley takes out some blueprints hidden under the pillows of the couch.
Balthazar and Crowley narrow their eyes as they stare at the blueprints.
"What are those?" Balthazar opens one of the blueprints to check what it contains.
"When did you tamper with my couch?" Crowley rolls his eyes and sits down, opposite to the two Shurleys.
"These are the blueprints of the President Hall building." Gabriel carefully opens the blueprints, setting it on the table. "And I have just hidden them down there yesterday."
Both the younger Shurley and the King of the Underground stare at Gabriel with astonished faces then they speak at the same time, "Where the hell did you get these confidential files?"
Gabriel purses his lower lip out and cocks his eyebrows a bit. "You know..." He shrugs. "... Artists, have both skills and tricks. Call this as one of my tricks."
"Yeah, right... I forgot how many relationships you have all around with your colleagues. Guess this is from the chick whose name is Athena, right?" Balthazar shows a pervert smirk at Gabriel, who narrows his eyes before giving his brother a slap at the back of the head.
"I regret telling you about my personal life." The other Shurley hisses, folding his arms in front of his chest, showing a bitch face. "I should have put all the make-out moment between you and your first boy friend onto the social network... What's his name after all...? Ah... I remembered. It's-"
Balthazar jumps up straight and tackles Gabriel to the couch, covering his mouth with one hand. "Don't you say it...!"
Gabriel squirms, trying to push Balthazar off him. It is futile though, since Balthazar is much stronger and heavier than Gabriel himself. The oddity of their position sends a huge load of adrenaline to Gabriel's brain. His younger brother is on top of him, pushing him down into the mattress of the couch, worse than that, his brother is unintentionally rubbing his knee in Gabriel's crotch.
This is a critically alarming situation. Deadly critically. Emphasizing the 'Deadly'.
Gabriel's amber irises stretch out hard. Time stops in his mind. And he begins to see a slide show of possibilities of what would happen with each choice of his. There is one in that he will get his face bruised once he chooses to elbow Balthazar, making his brother lose his balance, causing both of them to fall off the couch, and he will get his face hit the table nearby. Another one shows that he will give Balthazar a black eye if he chooses to thrust his head upwards to knock Balthazar in the face. And another one shows that he will break his already limping knee if he decides to stand up straight and throws Balthazar off him. There are thousand of choices and each choice leads to a different sequence. All he needs is to choose the most effective and safest one.
In a nick of time, Gabriel turns himself round swiftly, breaking the hold of Balthazar then thrusts his right knee hard into his brother's crotch, forcing him to back off. Balthazar groans in pain and backs off, letting go of Gabriel, who doesn't get even a minor injury. Crowley watches in awe.
"How... How did you...?" The black-haired man gasps. He has never seen anything like that before.
"How did I solve my problem that quickly and effectively?" The older Shurley sits up, breathing calmly. "That's my birthmark power. Each Shurley has one. Mine is brain time stopper. Once in critical situation, my brain will work with light speed, showing the possibilities that could happen then I could choose the best one. You heard Castiel spoke about it."
"Ah, so it is..." Crowley nervously chuckles. "There are still lots of things about your family that I don't know... And I think I don't need to know..."
"Curiosity kills the cat." Gabriel winks meaningfully then looks at his brother with a mocking grin. "I won't tell anyone that your first lover's name is Jason Gills."
"Damn it..." Balthazar hisses, still recovering from the strike on his crotch. "I hate you..."
"Alright, gentlemen. Let's return to the main subject of tonight." Gabriel opens all the blueprints wide on the table. "We have a President Hall to break in."
Lucifer walks straight out of Crowley's manor. Or used-to-be-his manor. Before he was forced to leave England, he owned three manors, two villas and more than ten average apartments. He had to change the name of owner of all his possession to his comrades: Azazel, now works as his butler; Allistair, his best war general; Lilith, his trustful secretary and Crowley, his strongest claw in the depth of England itself. That's why when he comes, Crowley has to set him the best room of the manor. Though he could say that Crowley is a part of his plan in taking over England, the Scottish man has lost his trust over last year. The Fuhrer of Geman Empire isn't a stupid one, he has seen the great ambition in his minion, Crowley is ambitious, greedy for exact. The 'lucky leprechaun' (Crowley's nickname by the underground other bosses) has been saving more than five black accounts for himself, that means a lot of Lucifer's money has been used for purposes that he doesn't approve. However, with Crowley's power in England, Lucifer has to keep his temper, let punishment down. He has to use all of Crowley's abilities before throwing the traitorous son of bitch into the trash bin.
Now, the devil is definitely not in a good mood. His baby brother is still playing coy with him and he hasn't had the chance to flip the table yet. His main focus now is getting his baby brother back into his embrace. Gabriel - sure that frigging Loki Asgardier is Gabriel! - has grown up into a man, smart, witty and terribly annoying. He hasn't expected Gabriel to dare challenging him in an acting play. They used to play the acting game. Gabriel always chose to be the victim, poor little character that was badly abused while Lucifer would always be the heroic character that saved the poor little character out of the misery. This time, they have chosen different play, different characters to act. And he hates to admit the truth that, Gabriel is playing well, so well that he couldn't find a mistake in it.
He doesn't know where his feet is leading him, it could be a bar, a restaurant, a karaoke, a cafe or even the river bank. When he looks up, he sees himself standing in front of a bar. Nice choice, feet, nice choice, he bitterly thinks.
"Mein Fuhrer?" Someone calls him from behind.
He turns round to find that his butler, Azazel is standing right behind him.
"Good to see you, Azazel. What are you doing here anyway?"He chuckles. Hardly does he come across his comrades during this kind of situation. Usually, they will try to avoid meeting him.
"I think that you may want a companion." Azazel smiles sincerely. And Lucifer couldn't refuses that.
...
They enter the bar, which is not much crowded. Azazel carefully picks a seating booth that is quiet and has street view. Lucifer takes his seat and orders his favorite drink, gin cocktail while his butler orders a rum.
"Mein Fuhrer, you look terribly exhausted." Azazel starts first. "Did Crowley and his new friends annoy you? I would gladly banish them from your view of you like."
The devil chokes on his cocktail. Gosh, his comrade is so energetic about killing things. That is a good thing, but not now, not here, not with Gabriel. Especially not with Gabriel.
"No, nothing goes wrong that much. I just met a person I have never thought to be able to ever meet again..." Lucifer folds his arms on the table. He remembers the time he saw Gabriel at the door of Crowley's manor, he has thought that he was seeing ghost.
"Is that person important to you so much?" The butler frowns, looking into his eyes.
Lucifer smirks bitterly, nodding with great sorrow. "If that person isn't important to me, I would never remember him this long."
Azazel nods his understanding. "You can tell me about that man, maybe I can help you with your problem."
"You must be joking." Lucifer gulps the whole glass of cocktail down his throat. "That man and I are acting in a play. While I want to jerk his mask off, he wants to shoo me away."
"Is he your ex-lover?" Azazel shows a poker face.
"Kind of." My younger brother who I loves in an incestuous way, for exact. "He is acting like that he has never met me. Though I know for sure that he is screwing with my mind, I don't know how to make him admit the truth..."
"I see. So how did you two first make out?" Azazel sips his rum. "I mean, of course you would have been on top, how did you first fuck him?"
Lucifer shows a face that says 'Are you fucking kidding me?' at Azazel. "From when did you start caring about my sex life?"
The butler smirks enigmatically and cocks an eyebrow. "Believe me, Mein Fuhrer, I have got an idea for you."
The clock strikes eleven, and Balthazar is still in the kitchen. He is looking for some snack. Tonight, he plans to stay awake to do some research and hacking. Gabriel and Crowley have gone to bed, Balthazar believes. So if he eats at night, no one will be disturbed.
Sadly, in Crowley's large fridge there is nothing other than drinks, all kinds of alcoholic drinks. Balthazar palms his face in disappointment then goes around again. That's when he catches sight of two objects on the granite table and his eyes open wide with excitement.
A god-blessing toaster and large loaf of sandwich.
Balthazar squeaks happily and grabs both the toaster and sandwich loaf then heads upstairs to his room. He is going to have toasts with peanut butter and jam for tonight snack.
Just as he is about to walk to the last step of the staircase, he hears the main door creeks quietly. Balthazar acts with the instinct of a soldier, lowering his body and staying close to the wall. He sees the shadow of someone walking towards the staircase. Smell of alcohol starts to fill the place.
Lucifer has come home and is heading to his room.
Balthazar wastes no time. The moment Lucifer sets his foot on the first step of the staircase, Balthazar has rushed to the other end of the corridor silently. He stays quiet to spy on Lucifer. Somehow, he feels things are not going to be right.
As expected, Lucifer drunkenly climbs on the staircase, his heavy footsteps echoing thorough the house. Balthazar watches his elder brother stumbling around, finding support from the wall. The man must be totally wasted, but that doesn't mean he is any less dangerous. Balthazar recalls the time their family opened a ball for the nobles in the city, Lucifer drank himself like a stupor but when some perverts harassed Gabriel, Lucifer showed up and beat the douchebags black and blue before throwing them out the street. That incident is still famous till now.
A turn of the door knob brings Balthazar back to reality. He goes back watching his elder brother and...
Oh no... Not that room, Luce... Not that room! Your room is the one next to the one you are trying to open!
This is bad though. Lucifer is trying to enter Gabriel's room! Damn it! Lucifer always crashes into Gabriel's room whenever he is drunk. Balthazar panickedly scratches his scalf and pulls his hair out, trying to figure out a solution. Gabriel is definitely sleeping right now, if Lucifer gets to him, it will be doomsday.
Well, catastrophically enough, Lucifer has accessed into Gabriel's room. Balthazar has to restrain a terrified shriek. No, Luce! Bad Lucifer! You're going to rape your brother again, you sick fuck!
Clock ticking, every second is like gasoline drop falling in the burning fuel tank.
...
Gabriel is sleeping soundly. He doesn't even know that his room's door has just been opened.
Lucifer smirks as he enters his baby brother's room. Gabriel is lying under the blanket, snoring like whistling. This is just like the first time when Lucifer crashed into Gabriel's room. And this is perfect.
"You drunkenly raped him in his bedroom when he was just fourteen?" His butler chuckled amusedly. "If someone says that you are not the devil, that someone needs to reconsider."
"Fuck off." He scoffed. His day was already bad enough.
"Well, my idea is... You do that once again. More forceful." Azazel grinned evilly. "The first impression is the most memorable one. Especially when he is scared, he will show his true face."
Lucifer rolled his eyes. "That night I had drunk at least four bottles of rum, three glasses of scorch, one and a half bottle of vodka and you are telling me to drink that much again?"
Azazel burst into laughter, making Lucifer grimace.
"Gosh, you really don't understand what I mean?" His butler placed a small bottle of something that looked like cologne. "You don't need to do it, just act like you are drunk."
"What is this?" The devil picked up the bottle and opened it. A terribly alcoholic smell immediately assaulted his nose. "Eww!"
"This is alcohol 'perfume'. Just spray it all over your body, everyone will sure be fooled that you have drunk a whole wine shop." Azazel winked, gulping the rest of his rum down his throat. "You need to be sober to see that person's reaction, aren't I right?"
Lucifer seemed to be confused at first, but soon, a horribly wicked smile formed on his lips.
He had underestimated his comrade too much.
Lucifer carefully steps over to Gabriel after closing the door. His baby brother hasn't noticed anything. Everything is just as planned.
With a swift move, Lucifer places himself on top of Gabriel's body, yanking the blanket off the boy. Gabriel is now startled by the actions, he yelps and jumps off the bed but is harshly pulled back by Lucifer's strong arms. Lucifer takes his chance when his baby brother is stunned, he pulls Gabriel into his embrace, one arm securing both Gabriel's arms around his abdomen, the other arm locking Gabriel's shoulders right to his. He hears Gabe shrieking in choked breath when he grazes his teeth over the latter's neck.
"Gabriel... Gabe..." He breathes into the smaller man's ear, faking hiccups like that he is truly drunk. "I'm not... Not going to let you leave... Again..."
"Fuck... Get off!" His baby brother snarls, but there is fear in his voice. "Get the fuck off me! I am not your Gabriel!"
Lucifer only smirks at that. Gabe is at his mercy now, and no matter what the boy tries to do to get out of this, it will be futile.
"You're still the same... Still play hard... To get..." The devil laughs drunkenly, pushing Gabriel to the mattress of the bed while tugging the smaller man's boxers off (he hates that Gabe never sleeps naked, that's disappointing though).
Gabriel begins to pants heavily, giving out pathetic sob as he struggles in vain against his big brother iron grip.
It is just like the old day. Nothing can stop him now.
...
Gabriel is experiencing the worst thing in his life. Lucifer is going to rape him. Again.
He tries everything he could. Struggling, thrashing, kicking, yelling, yet, nothing stops his big brother. He has hopes that his mind would do some time stopper, but nothing happens. Adrenaline rushes all over his body, sending him shaking and sweating all over. He bitterly remembers that the mental power each Shurley child has doesn't affect the Eldest sons.
It means that he cannot use brain time stopper against Lucifer. That results in he being screwed, both metaphorically and literally.
He feels his underwear being forcefully yanked off its position and knows that sooner or later, he will be violently violated. Gabriel curses under his ragged breath. This is where the play ends tragically.
Just as he senses Lucifer body presses closer to him and the hardness under Lucifer's trousers pressing to his entrance, a loud 'BANG!' and a painful yelp come straight right behind him. After that, his brother's grip on him loosens then he hears a 'thud' at the side of the bed. He is free then.
Gabriel, still panting hard, turns round to see what happened.
He sees Lucifer laying on the floor beside the bed while a pale-faced Balthazar is standing nearby, holding a toaster in his hands. When his elder brother lets out a groan, his younger brother immediately throws the toaster at the older man's head, causing him to faint again.
Gabriel and Balthazar stare at each other. Their faces show awkwardness.
"Are you okay...?" The youngest Shurley in the room speaks with shaking voice.
"Toaster? Balthazar, really? Why must it be toaster?" Gabriel shrieks.
"Well, between a sandwich loaf and a toaster, which would you choose were you I?" Balthazar exclaims.
Crowley rushes in the room, gasping hard as he sees who is lying on the floor. "What the frigging hell has just happened?"
The three of them then exchange look speechlessly.
What should they say now?
When Lucifer regains his consciousness, there is blinding light above his head and everything is covered in sickly white.
He blinks eventually. Some faces appear in his sight. Azazel (of course), Lilith (apparently), Alistair (no comments) and Crowley.
Fuck.
He roars angrily and sits up abruptly, his hands find the Scottish man's neck, grasping it and squeezing hard, making the man yelp strangledly.
If his other comrades didn't stop him, Crowley would definitely be strangled to death.
"What happened?" He growls furiously. He knows last night nothing wrong has he done would lead to him staying in hospital like this!
"Mein Fuhrer, please calm down." Alistair holds him right. "Crowley is the one found you falling off the staircase in the manor. He brought you here and called us..."
Falling off the staircase? What the...?
Wait. Right, last night he acted as a drunken Samael Nelson. Why can't a drunken man fall off the staircase?
His eyes narrow dangerously then he turns his facial expression one hundred and eighty degree. The devil shows a guilty face towards Crowley, who is trembling hard under his gaze.
"Is that so...?" His lips curl into an enigmatic smirk. "Then I am very sorry, Ferguson."
A/N: Well, sorry for the delay. I have just had a quite difficult time with examination.
Anyway, we have evil Luci get to the act now. :)
Please tell me what you think. Through review :)
