Michael and Ella have a chat about faith. The boys have a lovely bonding moment at the penthouse.
WARNING: Twincest ahead. Lots of it - with emotion.
Lucifer sings, of his own choice, for Michael. Song: "A Million Dreams" version by Alexandra Porat - www youtube com / watch?v= 69ZpOi5K4Mo&list= LL&index= 64 if anyone is interested.
This is the last chapter with a song.
Also, the test that Ella mentions is a true thing and you can buy the strips on Amazon. If you are sensitive, than it is awful. Speaking from experience.
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"What were you thinking?" Michael angrily turned on Ella the minute the elevator doors shut behind them.
Ella balked at him a moment before returning his expression, just as heated. "Oh, so Chloe is the only one able to support and defend you?"
"Of course not, Ella, but yelling at my Father? Almighty God himself?"
Ella huffed, waving him off. "Please, wouldn't be the first time I've had it out with the Big Guy."
"Not to His face!" Michael grabbed her shoulders, making her look at him. "You could have been hurt, or smitten. Do you understand what that means, Ella? Vanished from existence; poof. No Heaven, no Hell, no passing 'go' or collecting $200. Just gone." He had to make her understand, damn it. She couldn't go picking fights that he couldn't protect her from.
Ella studied him intently, sighing as understanding registered. "I scared you. I'm sorry." The elevator doors opened and Michael let her go so they could step out. "He hurt you and I just got so angry. You are my friend, Michael, and I guess I just didn't fully think it through; I needed to let Him know that He hurt you and that wasn't okay. I meant every word." Ella pointed at him sternly, her expression brooking no argument.
Michael sighed. "Fair enough, just…try not to throw insults at His face for me; please?"
Ella smiled softly. "Not going to promise anything. Besides, like I said; not the first time, so He should be used to it."
Michael opened the door to the lab, sweeping his arm in a gesture that she should enter ahead of him. "You've yelled at Father before?" he asked skeptically. Ella had so much faith, he found it hard to believe.
"Of course." Ella moved about, checking machines and printing reports. "Trust me; just because I have faith doesn't mean I haven't had crises and anger to vent. Anyone that says they have never been mad at God at least once would be lying, but that's what faith is; being angry and yet still trusting the process."
"I honestly envy you," Michael said leaning against the table in the room letting Ella work. "I lost faith in the process a long time ago." One of the many reasons he was Fallen.
Ella sent him a sympathetic look. "I can only imagine how hard it is for you, especially with everything you have been through." She moved to stand beside him. "The truth is your Dad has been there for me a lot. Even during times that I felt I had no one, I knew I had Him. I don't expect you to feel the same, I mean; He is your actual Dad. With some of the things that have happened, I can understand how you would lose that faith in Him. I've lost my faith a couple times too, recently even." Ella rested a hand on his arm in a show of comfort, but all Michael could do was blink at her. "But I have faith that love is in His actions somewhere, even if it is hard to see right now. I really believe that things are going to start getting better, Michael. Just hang in there and we'll help you through it."
Michael stared at her. Ella looked at him so calmly, but so full of faith and belief; it was astonishing. How could she go from 'hell hath no fury' to talking about faith and belief within the span of minutes?
"I just wish I knew why He is doing all of this." Michael ran a hand through his hair. He didn't want to touch on the many and various reasons why humans could keep their faith. He had no use for it. This was his actual Father dragging him through the dirt. It made their situations completely different. "Why can't He just tell us what He wants?"
Ella chuckled. "Nice to know we humans aren't the only ones that feel that way." Michael half smiled at her. Ella wrapped him up in a hug that he returned one armed. "I mean it though. You are my friend and what He did was wrong, even if He was just trying to get a point across. He hurt you, and hurting my peeps is the absolute fastest way to get on my bad side."
Michael chuckled. "After what I witnessed a few minutes ago, I believe it." He fondly brushed some hair out of her face. "It's pretty ironic; a human talking faith to an angel."
Ella smiled up at him, resting her chin on his sternum. "Maybe I need my own fancy pair of wings."
He booped her nose with his finger teasingly. "And you would deserve them."
"Maybe you could advocate for me."
Michael laughed, affection warming his chest and dissolving the worried tightness of earlier. "Maybe I will."
Ella squeezed him tighter briefly before stepping back. "Speaking of wings…" The look in her eyes told him exactly what she was going to ask.
"No. Absolutely no experimenting on my wings." Michael shook his head firmly, even though he was still softly chuckling. Her eagerness to learn was endearing, as much as it was a little intimidating. If it were any other human, he would have released his aura on them until fear was all they felt for years afterward.
"I wasn't going to," Ella denied nonchalantly, but Michael knew better. She waved off his quirked eyebrows. "How about a taste test then?"
"A taste test?" Just what did she want to figure out now?
"Well, humans have different taste buds…"
"As do angels," Michael cut in with an amused smile. Clearly, considering how different he and Lucifer's palates were. Michael gravitated towards anything sweet and/or carb heavy. Lucifer, on the other hand, craved savory or spicy foods; though he could occasionally be convinced to indulge his sweet tooth.
Ella rolled her eyes. "Obviously. Some humans are "super tasters" though, meaning that they are highly sensitive to certain tastes. I happen to be one and was curious if that applied to you guys as well."
Michael weighed her logic carefully. He supposed it didn't sound too terrible. "How would you test that?"
Ella smiled brightly. "There is a chemical, Phenylthiourea. It's perfectly safe! I mean, you can buy strips online easily enough. If you are a super taster for anything bitter, then all it would take is touching the smallest amount to your tongue to have you gagging like crazy."
"Oh great, so either I taste nothing or I'll be gagging over a trashcan for hours." That sounded awesome - not. Michael sighed, knowing she wouldn't let up until she had her fun. "Okay, fine; let's do it."
Ella did a little happy dance before quickly gathering her supplies. "I don't think we have the strips but I think we do have…yes!"
Michael shook his head, waiting as she prepared the Phen..Phy…whatever it was for him to taste. Man, he hoped he didn't come to regret this in the next couple seconds. Ella came back holding a swab in hand.
"I've put like a micro-drop on this. Open up."
Michael eyed the swab warily before leaning down so she could reach and opening his mouth. Ella gently poked his tongue with the swab prompting Michael to raise his eyebrows at her. Really? He wasn't made of glass. Ella huffed before rolling it over his tongue a couple times before calling it quits with a pout.
"Man, not even a moderate taster. Lucky," She grumbled, turning back to everything away.
Michael watched her with an inquisitive look. "Am I the only angel doing this particular test?"
Ella glanced back casually – too casually. "No. I mentioned it to Chloe and she volunteered to get Lucifer to do it for me."
Michael tilted his head. Odd. Why wouldn't Ella ask Lucifer herself? It was her experiment and he knew she wouldn't want to risk the chance of faulty results. Lucifer?
Yes?
Has Chloe done the 'taste test' with you yet?
So, Miss Lopez got you as well, huh? Yes, the Detective performed the test just a few minutes ago.
Was anything on your swab?
Lucifer snorted. Not a damn thing. Yours?
Nope. Michael didn't think he should tell Ella just yet that they were more than super tasters. There was nothing on that swab other than cotton.
Lucifer was silent, a frisson of unease trembling down the line connecting them. What are they up to?
Michael had no idea, but this was Ella and Chloe. Surely they would fill them in at some point.
He stuck around with Ella while she continued running evidence and checking over the other interns' work. Ella made him help where he could and Michael could admit that she made it seem like a lot more fun than it actually was. Most of it was hurry up and wait. His main interest was figuring out how it all fit together. He was hardly surprised anymore, but a puzzle was a puzzle.
We are going to skip a few steps. Are you still with Miss Lopez? Lucifer spoke through their connection some time later. When Michael answered with an affirmative, Lucifer continued. Could you pass that on we need her team to process a truck?
Michael sighed, but did as requested. Even he couldn't argue that this was a more efficient method of communicating.
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Later that evening, Michael landed on the balcony of the penthouse, flapping his wings harder to encourage a smooth landing. He winced at the sharp twinge of pain that ran along his right wing into his shoulder. Maybe agreeing to race Lucifer here hadn't been the best idea. It had been too long since he had pushed his wing that hard. Michael stretched it out, trying to alleviate some of the ache as Lucifer landed in a flurry of white. He had still beaten his brother even with a gimp wing. Kudos to him.
Lucifer flared his wings out, letting the primaries reach up to the sky instead of outward so they wouldn't bump into Michael. "I haven't flown like that in ages." They shook when Lucifer relaxed, the feathers fluffing out.
Michael smirked. "I could tell. You were slower than normal."
Lucifer scoffed. "Yes, well, I'm not the only one out of shape, it appears." He looked over at Michael still stretching and flexing his right wing. White wings settled, folded at Lucifer's back. "Is it okay?" The concern in his voice was clear.
"It's fine," Michael mumbled, only slightly embarrassed and mildly annoyed. "Just overused it." He wasn't much of a racer now; his wing typically didn't allow it. But the temptation to beat his brother, to show off, had been too great; he could deal with the ache.
Lucifer hummed noncommittally. "Drinks?" He wanted to say more, but decided to keep quiet for now. Michael did not appear to be receptive to any concern or care, particularly from Lucifer. He furled away his wings, heading inside at Michael's nod.
Michael followed behind, being careful not to knock his wings into anything. He tried curling the right one around so he could attempt to massage the ache out. Sadly, he was only making it worse. Lucifer soon stepped closer to him, handing him a glass. Michael allowed his wing to relax behind him, taking a sip of the offered drink. Mmm, gin and tonic tonight. Nice.
Lucifer motioned toward his wing. "Would you mind if I tried?"
Michael hesitated. The last time Lucifer had touched his wings hadn't worked out so well; but the ache that suffused his shoulder was strong enough that he nodded, taking a more fortifying gulp from his glass in an attempt to hide his anxiety.
His twin suggested sitting at the bar, so that was what they did. Michael sat on one stool while Lucifer skipped the stool to Michael's immediate right, sitting in the next one down. Gently, Lucifer reached for his wing. After another moment of hesitation, Michael allowed his feathered limb to relax and stretch slightly out toward Lucifer. It easily spanned the distance between them, making it so Lucifer didn't even have to reach.
Instead of feeling for the wrist joint, where the damage was, Lucifer applied gentle, yet firm pressure along the arm of his wing, down to the elbow joint, then back up. Michael groaned at the feeling of his muscles releasing their tension, his head falling to rest on his chest. His shoulder drooped as he subconsciously gave Lucifer entire control over his wing. Anything, as long as he didn't stop.
"Your muscles are over compensating for the joint. This should help," Lucifer said quietly, his voice was lightly tense. That groan had hit him right in the gut. Oh, how he wanted to wring more pleasurable sounds from Michael's throat – by giving him a massage of a different kind, of course.
Michael just nodded, spaced out from the expert ministrations. Lucifer continued his gentle massage, keeping his thoughts to himself, until the wing was hanging limply against him. He took a moment to feel the soft feathers under his hands before giving the wing a gentle pat and signaling to his twin that he was finished. It probably would do no good if he took advantage of Michael's trust at the moment. The wing lifted and folded with a small shake. A second later they were both furled away.
"Thank you," Michael slurred, blinking back awake. He had lulled to the edge of sleep; the massage had felt so good.
Lucifer chuckled softly as he poured a glass of whiskey. "You're welcome. It feels better, I take it?"
Michael nodded. "Loads better." He turned to Lucifer. "Do I want to know where you learned that?" The smirk Lucifer sent him told him he did indeed not want to know. "Nevermind." He took another sip from the drink he had forgotten about.
"I was just going to say a class, but if you want to imagine more illicit activities, then by all means; I won't stop you." Lucifer drank deeply from his glass.
"A class?" Michael honestly couldn't see Lucifer sitting through something so...educational.
"I was interested and thought it couldn't really hurt. I thought it might even come in handy, which it most certainly has." Lucifer grinned, looking rather proud of himself. Of course it did, Michael thought. "So I called in one of my deals and here we are."
"You called in a deal for massage lessons?" Disbelief clouded Michael's words.
Lucifer shrugged. "I've called in deals for less. I have so many and make more by the day, I can afford to squander one away here and there."
Michael polished off his drink, noticing Lucifer quickly doing the same. It must be nice to have so many people to call in favors from without having to think about it. He couldn't help but wonder what other things Lucifer had called deals in for, besides the obvious.
"Do you mind if I play?"
Michael shrugged, reaching for a nearby bottle to refill his glass. "As long as it isn't forced or orchestrated, I don't mind." He'd had enough of forced numbers to last a lifetime.
Lucifer hummed in agreement as he stood, removing his jacket. "Any requests?" he asked as he undid his cuffs, placing the links on the bar beside his jacket, and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up his arms.
Michael resisted the urge to stare, swallowing thickly. "Nope." He hoped he sounded casual; he certainly didn't feel it.
"Very well then."
Michael continued to gaze at the wall as Lucifer pressed a few notes here and there on his piano, tracking down the melody he wanted to play. It was actually very relaxing, despite the disjointed tones.
It was nice, Michael thought; almost like old times where they simply enjoyed each other's company without the need to fill the silence with unnecessary chatter. It was something that humans could really benefit from learning, in Michael's personal opinion. Well; some humans, at least.
The random notes changed into a simple melody, flowing gently over the room. Michael closed his eyes so all he had to do was listen. Then Lucifer started singing, his voice washing over Michael and bringing with it nostalgic memories. Lucifer had always sung, as with everything he did, with such passion. Was it any wonder that Michael would break down and join in on occasion? He had only ever done so with Lucifer. It was something that had irritated the rest of the choir, but Michael hadn't cared. Let them be jealous.
"They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy.
They can say, they can say I've lost my mind.
I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy.
We can live in a world that we design."
Michael smiled, remembering all the things the two of them had made. He remembered Sam's stars and how proud he had been of them. Sam had created so many that they overflowed the skies; nebulas, galaxies, solar systems; they were all so bright, like him. But he had insisted that Michael help him, always wanting to do things together. Eventually, they had noticed that some stars didn't shine quite as brightly, but still twinkled like little specks in the dark. Michael had been terrified that he had somehow messed up his twin's stars, but Sam had simply shrugged. 'It adds variation,' he had said. 'I think they're even more beautiful this way.'
Later, they had discovered that Michael had an affinity for dark matter. The stars that lost their shine, Michael had taken and formed them into rocks to try to preserve Sam's work. They later became big enough to create planets. Father had then tasked them with adding the perfect balance to those little hunks of rocks to allow them to be able to provide life. Of course, there were other siblings that started to pitch in, adding their own touches; but they had not be able to without Sam and Michael's powers to kick start the process. Sam started making larger stars that shone brighter than all the others and eclipsed all else so they couldn't be seen. Finally, Father had helped them figure out the rotations so that all of the constellations could be enjoyed.
"There's a house we can build,
every room inside is filled,
with things from far away.
The special things, I compile
each one there to make you smile on a rainy day."
Michael turned to watch Lucifer as his thoughts dallied towards their alcove, their nest. They had worked together to make much of what they stowed away, but Sam had done a lot of the decorating. Michael had made the light structures which Sam had mounted to the walls filled with tiny star lights. Sam had made a point of collecting at least one gem from each planet and kept many of the stars that started losing light, which they hung to reflect the light in a multitude of colors on the walls. Michael had loved it and Sam had known it.
"Runaway to a world we design."
How many times had Sam mentioned doing that exact thing? Of them finding a new world and starting over with different rules. Michael had balked at the thought initially. Just them? There was no way they could manage it themselves; but Sam had never let the dream go. He had been so certain that there would be others that would come with them to help, siblings who were also tired of not being able to fully explore what they had helped form.
Sam had just wanted to be free to create. His brother had loved it so much that when Father changed his role, making him the initial Angel of Death, Sam had chafed at having to destroy so many of their creations. For that reason, Michael had cherished every little gem, every little star that Sam had collected, and kept them polished and shined; they had been the only things he had not been able to destroy in the painful time following his betrayal and rebellion. For that simple reason, Michael wished he had agreed to go.
Michael stood, knowing this particular song had two parts; knowing that Lucifer had picked it in hopes that maybe, just maybe, Michael would choose to join him towards the end. He sat down beside his brother just in time for his part.
"However big,
however small,
let me be part of it all.
Share your dreams with me."
Lucifer had jumped, eyes opening in shock, when Michael allowed the first note past his lips, turning to look at him in surprise. He actually messed up, the wrong notes blaring around the room discordantly, but Michael just smiled softly and continued in perfect key, allowing Lucifer to get back on track.
"You may be right,
you may be wrong,
but say that you'll bring me along
to the world you see."
A smile formed on Lucifer's lips, blinding in its intensity. He seemed to play with even more passion, more joy, than before. Michael returned it with one of his own. This, he enjoyed. Just the two of them. There were no judgements, no requirements, and no force; just the gentle joy of sharing a song…together. Lucifer allowed him a few lines of a solo, smile never leaving his face, before joining in.
"I think of what the world could be.
A vision of the one I see.
A million dreams is all it's gonna take.
A million dreams for the world we're gonna make."
Their voices rang together, harmonizing effortlessly even after so long apart. Their eyes never broke contact. Michael leaned close resting his forehead against Lucifer's as they softly sang the final lyrics together. Lucifer continued to play until the final notes of the melody trailed off.
They sat there, eyes closed, simply breathing each other in for many moments and letting the silence settle over them. This was peace. This was Heaven.
"Mike…"
Lucifer whispered his name, but Michael didn't allow him to continue. He brought their lips together, catching Lucifer off guard briefly before he relaxed into it with a soft moan. Michael had a quick moment to wonder if maybe he should stop, but Lucifer cradling the back of his neck with a hand and tilting his head for a much better angle changed his mind. No time was wasted before tongues were tangled. Michael's new jacket and Lucifer's vest soon found their way to the floor before hesitation kicked in.
That initial reluctance to remove more clothing did not stop Lucifer from getting a good grip on Michael's thigh and pulling him over to straddle his twin's lap. Michael gasped, hands grabbing at the Devil's shoulders. He rested his back against the piano to keep them from toppling backwards off the bench, the ringing of the keys echoing in the penthouse. Lucifer's hands slid up Michael's back, feeling the softness of the shirt he was wearing, lifting him from the piano as Lucifer nipped along his jawline to his ear. Lucifer growled softly when Michael's shirt prevented him from traveling down his neck any further.
"Damn you and your turtle necks."
Michael chuckled, tangling fingers in Lucifer's hair and pulling his head back. They made eye contact and Michael's stomach leaped into his throat. The emotion in his brother's eyes caught him unaware. What that emotion was, Michael didn't want to know; not right now. He kissed Lucifer desperately, pressing closer if that was even possible. Lucifer had to tilt his head back to keep the kiss going.
"Then take it off." Michael broke the kiss just long enough to pant out.
Lucifer opened his eyes in surprise, closing them again with a groan as his twin's words registered. Where the fuck had timid Michael gone? Lucifer found he didn't much care at the moment as he allowed his hands to slip under the hem of his brother's shirt to rest against the warm skin of his back.
Fear was long gone from Michael as he started undoing the buttons of Lucifer's shirt. He wasn't going to waste his chance by being afraid anymore. For so long, his hesitation had cost him so much. Michael was making a choice, his own choice, to be with Lucifer; and no one was taking that from him.
The stubble was rough under his lips as he kissed his way to nose under Lucifer's ear. Chloe's scent tickled his senses, her sweet honeydew mixing tantalizingly with Lucifer's deep earthy tones. He hummed, his mouth watering. If it wasn't for the fact that Chloe had Trixie tonight, he'd fly them both there right now, achy wing be damned. Her scent was already starting to fade though; as was his, annoyingly enough. They needed to find a way to make it more permanent, he thought distractedly.
They moved back from each other to remove shirts; Lucifer pulling Michael's over his head and Michael pushing Lucifer's down his arms. Instead of rushing back in, they paused, catching their breath. From his position on his brother's thighs, Michael looked down slightly at Lucifer, gripping Lucifer's shoulders. Warm hands rested against Michael's hips, pinkies dipping teasingly under his pants. Michael slowly slid his own fingers down to caress along taut shoulder blades.
The Devil shivered, closing his eyes with a contented sigh. The caress wasn't enough to force an unfurling but it was enough to tease and tickle. Part of Michael wanted those white wings out so he could dig his fingers into them. Some part of him knew that if he could only get at the oil secreted by their wings, he could rub Lucifer's scent into his own skin permanently. The larger part shied away from such notions, remembering what happened last time they had messed with the oils. It didn't matter how damn good Lucifer smelled.
What Michael didn't know, was that Lucifer was having similar thoughts. His fingers ached with the desire to pull on dark wings until Michael cried out with it. To distract himself, Lucifer stood with Michael still in his arms. His plan was to carry Michael to the bed, but of course his brother protested, wiggling enough that Lucifer either had to let him go or fall down together.
"Seriously? What is your aversion to being carried?"
"I don't need to be carried."
"Obviously you don't need to be carried but I wanted to carry you."
"Well I don't want to be carried," Michael huffed, turning toward the bedroom. "Are you coming or are you going to argue and pout all night?"
Given the lip he'd displayed to his brother, Michael really should have expected to be tackled to the bed. As it was, he grunted when he landed face down with Lucifer on top of him. They laughed as they wrestled playfully, Michael eventually climbing further up the bed to twist around onto his back. Lucifer shifted to his hands and knees, grinning down at his twin and taking a moment to rid them both of their shoes. Next, he was sitting up, holding himself above Michael's thighs on his knees. They were both hard and straining against their slacks.
Lucifer cheekily motioned towards Michael. "May I?"
In answer, Michael reached up to undo Lucifer's belt, pausing before undoing the button to see if Lucifer got the hint. He had, but was watching Michael's fingers avidly. "Go on," he whispered, a little breathlessly. Michael obliged. Only when Lucifer's were completely undone did he reciprocate.
Unlike Lucifer, Michael typically wore shorts with his pants unless he was sleeping. It didn't deter Lucifer, as he slid off the bed to remove the offending articles of clothing, Michael lifting his hips to help before climbing back above his twin. Anxiety suddenly hit both of them. They froze, staring down at one another as though lost on what to do next. Michael could still claim a certain lack of experience; he had really only been with Chloe so far; but Lucifer could not. Yet here he was; heart racing, breath caught, and his stomach a tangled knot of nerves.
This was not Lucifer's first time, not by any stretch of the imagination. He had been with men and women, so many he'd lost track ages ago. But this was Michael, and just like with the Detective, he meant more to Lucifer than just a way to pass the time. Yes, Lucifer had been all about fulfilling the desires of everyone he'd ever been with; but deep down, he had known he was using them just as much as they were using him. But not Michael. And not Chloe. No, he wanted them to know, wanted to show them how much they meant to him because he was a wreck with words. Physicality had always been his preferred language.
"I suppose before we go any further, we should determine your comfort level," Lucifer said softly. He knew he had no issues. Whatever Michael wanted, that was what Michael would get. But Michael would need to take the lead so that he didn't overstep.
Michael felt warmth flow through him at Lucifer's words. There was only one thing he felt hesitant about. "No penetration. I just…not right now."
Lucifer nodded, for once looking very serious with the conversation at hand. "Does that include penetration of mouths?"
It took a moment for Michael to wrap his head around that one, but he laughed as soon as he did. "You're talking blowjobs, aren't you?"
"I was afraid I was going to have to spell that one out for you," Lucifer chuckled, looking unexpectedly shy. "And yes, that is what I meant."
Michael was still smiling as he shrugged. "If you want to. I've never actually had the chance, so I wouldn't know where to start." He acted like he didn't care, but internally he was screaming – yes! Please!
"Well, for starters, you put the cock in your mouth…"
Michael swatted him hard over the head. Lucifer actually winced at the contact. "I know that, you bastard."
Lucifer still laughed, despite rubbing the spot where his brother had cuffed him. "All joking aside, you've had plenty from the Detective. Might I suggest starting with what felt good and experimenting from there? Honestly, you can't really go wrong; just avoid teeth and don't suck ridiculously hard. They're cocks, not straws." The wince that accompanied that statement meant that Lucifer had to have experienced one such straw sucking.
"I'll keep that under advisement," Michael stated dryly. "In the meantime, are we just going to talk the rest of the night?"
Lucifer huffed, but grinned good-naturedly. "Getting impatient, are we?"
Michael rolled his eyes. "Don't make me shut you up."
"And how would you do that?" Lucifer purred. His eyes held a mix heat and challenge.
Michael gulped nervously. There were so many ways he could respond to that challenge. One such way stood out among the rest. Was Michael daring enough? Did he have the self-confidence to go through with it? As he contemplated his options, Lucifer leaned closer to him, his breath ghosting over his lips.
"Well, Michael? How would you shut me up? You know I could talk all night. Tell you all the ways I could take you apart, make you visualize them all, crave every single word…"
Fuck. That voice, the rumble of the slight growl, the feel of warm breath over his lips…Lucifer wasn't even saying anything of importance. He was just rambling and yet the words inflamed Michael, making him groan. He shoved Lucifer's head down. "Blow me."
Lucifer laughed, not unkindly. "I didn't think you had it in you," he purred, looking up at Michael while his hands ran gently along bare thighs, his chin just above Michael's pulsing member.
Michael growled. Fucking tease. "Luci…" Michael tried to say his name, he really did. But at the precise moment, Lucifer lowered his head sucking him into warm, moist heat. Michael choked, barely gasping out the '-fer' of Lucifer's name. His hands gripped at Lucifer's hair painfully, but all Lucifer did was moan around his mouthful.
It quickly became apparent that the Devil knew exactly what he was doing. Nothing against Chloe; her tongue had moves Michael hadn't even known existed. But Lucifer took that and multiplied it by ten. Chloe had been a quick study in what he liked and had learned exactly what got him off, but Lucifer's desire gig helped him cheat. Fuck, Lucifer's desire aura drifted over Michael, almost like their scents were melding, taking him to the peak much faster than he thought possible. Here he was, thinking he'd improved upon his stamina and here Lucifer was, blowing that out of the water…literally.
One prefect swipe of tongue over the tip had Michael bucking into Lucifer's mouth. Hands held his hips down firmly as that mouth took him fully again, his tip pressing against the back of the Devil's throat. Lucifer didn't even gag. Michael groaned as he lost the battle of wills, spilling down the willing throat, Lucifer taking every last drop.
Michael blinked at the ceiling, distantly aware of Lucifer settling over him. "You going to make it?" Lucifer asked, grinning in a prideful manner.
The Archangel groaned. "You really do talk too much."
Lucifer chuckled, giving his twin a quick kiss. "If you're using sarcasm, then you're not entirely broken."
"Come here."
Michael pulled Lucifer up and kissed him. Their tongues tangled sensually as they breathed through their noses. He could taste himself on Lucifer's tongue and moaned. Hands once again trailed over Lucifer's shoulder blades, making the Devil shiver and groan. Fingers curled in a bid to force white wings from their hiding place, but Michael forced them further down letting them curl into thin hips instead. Michael could feel Lucifer hard against his hip and made Lucifer lift up enough so he could wrap a hand around that pulsing length. Lucifer groaned into the kiss, thrusting into his grip.
A sudden idea popped into place. He wasn't ready for actual penetration, but maybe they could pretend. Maybe Lucifer could…It wouldn't be anywhere near the actual event, but…
You could fuck into my hand like you would into me, if you want. Michael sent the thought through their connection, not wanting to break their kiss. And not really wanting to see Lucifer's reaction to the thought that was making his face flame.
Lucifer broke it anyway, burying this head between Michael's neck and shoulder with a groan, going perfectly still. Michael felt suddenly anxious. Had he said the wrong thing? Had he misunderstood just how far Lucifer was willing to let them go? He loosened his grip around Lucifer to move away, only to have Lucifer quickly grab at him and use their combined hands around him. Michael jerked at the sudden move, but otherwise made no sound. Lucifer remained still, breathing steadily, keeping his hand wrapped around Michael's own.
When Lucifer finally did move, it started just with his free hand. He reached out to the side table, quickly fishing out the lube that was hidden away. Then he lifted up, removing Michael's hand before scooping up Michael's legs behind his knees and pressing them toward his chest. Michael swallowed thickly, his eyes wide.
"Lucifer…"
"If you want to pretend, we are going to do it right," Lucifer said matter-of-factly.
He did wait for Michael to agree before doing anything else, which Michael did, if a bit shakily. But Michael trusted Lucifer. He wouldn't be here if he didn't.
Lucifer carefully placed Michael's hand back around his length, now pressed closely enough that if they closed their eyes, they could pretend it was real. But for now, at least, Lucifer would be pressing against Michael's balls instead. Next, Lucifer smeared lube along his length and Michael's hand. Michael's heart was racing the entire time. His twin was being so careful, but he found he was having trouble breathing. Then those arms were hooking around his knees again as Lucifer moved back into place.
"You okay?" Lucifer looked down at him. Brown eyes were filled with care and warmth. Was that a flicker of fear or had Michael imagined it?
All Michael could do was nod. Lucifer wasn't actually penetrating him. Why was he a sudden ball of nerves?
Lucifer shifted forward, pressing into his hand, slipping into the ring made by Michael's fingers and palm. Michael's eyes fluttered, but he kept them open to watch Lucifer's face. His eyes were closed as he imagined just as Michael had asked him to. His thrusts remained slow, even, and steady; languid even. This wasn't what Michael had expected. He had honestly predicted a faster pace and harder thrusts as Lucifer fucked into him, but this… this took his breath away. This made his heart pound heavily in his chest.
Michael had watched Lucifer and Chloe have sex multiple times since they'd started this thing between them. Lucifer also watched him and Chloe frequently enough; it had never been an issue. It had just become their normal. He had watched them fuck, he had watched them be playful, and he had watched them make love. The positions varied, but the movements remained the same. The same tender touches, the same slow roll of hips, the same careful glide of bodies moving together.
Michael had expected Lucifer to fuck him, which was why he had wanted to hold off. Don't get him wrong, he imagined a good fuck with Lucifer usually tended to be an amazing fuck; but that wasn't what Michael had wanted this moment to be and it certainly wasn't what this was turning out to be. This wasn't Lucifer fucking. This was Lucifer making love.
His body shuddered under the revelation, his erection stirring again, even as his mind went blank. Lucifer wasn't fucking him. Lucifer was…no, wait…there was no way to be sure that Lucifer was even thinking about him. Even if Michael had told him to use his hand like he was moving within Michael, it didn't necessarily mean that Lucifer wasn't actually thinking of Chloe. There was no way…
Lucifer moaned suddenly, his hips picking up a small amount of speed. "Mike…so good."
Michael's heart stuttered. His hips shifted, lifted into Lucifer of their own accord as he whimpered. Lucifer's eyes fluttered open and Michael was lost; trapped. That same emotion from earlier, the one Michael had hidden from, turned away from, was once again reflected in his brother's eyes; but there was no running this time. Lucifer moaned again, dropping his head to press their foreheads together, never breaking eye contact.
"Fuck, Mike." His voice was pleading, begging Michael to understand what his body was trying to say that he couldn't put into words.
Michael had asked Chloe once if she was really okay with not hearing those words back from Lucifer early in their relationship. He had not understood when Chloe had said yes. He had not understood what she meant when she told him that Lucifer spoke louder and clearer with his body, his actions, than his words. He understood now. Dear sweet Chloe, he understood now.
A whine left him. It was a pitiful, sorry excuse for a sound, but it was all he had. He grabbed Lucifer's head with his free hand, pulling him into a bruising kiss, and tightening his hand just slightly around his girth. Lucifer's hips stuttered and he whimpered. A hand found its way to wrap around Michael's cock, stroking firmly in time with Lucifer's movements. Michael kissed him, not letting him go, trying as hard as he could to convey that he heard Lucifer, that he understood and that he accepted. Sweet Heaven on Earth, he understood and he was not letting go and he was not leaving.
All he had to do was shift Lucifer down and lift his hips. There was enough lube that it shouldn't hurt that much and besides, he was a celestial, an archangel. He would heal within hours. Sadly, he didn't have the time, because next thing he knew, Lucifer was stiffening against him, pulsing into his hand and onto his pelvis.
"Come on, Mike," Lucifer gasped, breathing heavily against Michael's neck as he sped up his strokes.
Michael shivered. His hips thrust up into Lucifer's hand frantically. Nails dug into Lucifer's shoulders as his head pressed back into the pillows, leaving his throat bare for Lucifer to nip and suckle.
"Come for me, Mike," Lucifer whispered into his ear. "Let go for me."
Michael jerked, shivered, and cried out as he released in spurts onto his stomach and Lucifer's hand. "Sam…Sam…" he gasped out repeatedly. His brain refused to function further than that.
Lucifer soothed him with gentle touches and soft words. "Beautiful, Mike. You're okay. Just breathe."
Michael held Lucifer close as he panted against his neck, breathing him in. It was Lucifer that started the scenting first - rubbing his cheek and jaw against Michael's collarbone and sternum. Michael eagerly returned the actions as his legs were placed gently back onto the bed. Lucifer rested against Michael, pressing their release between them and into their skin. There would be no doubt as to what they had done, that they belonged to one another. It still wasn't permanent. Michael had the eerie feeling that only the oils could make the scent exchange permanent, but it would suffice for now.
As loath as they were to part, Lucifer did get up to get a washcloth to clean most of the mess away, and even offered to grab them some pajamas for Michael's comfort. Michael declined though, waving Lucifer back into bed with him. He had promised Lucifer cuddles, after all; and naked cuddles suddenly didn't seem so bad.