*Insert obligatory apology about how long it's taken me to update*

No but seriously I'm taking a fucking vacation from this fic after this chapter. Enjoy it because this fucker kicked my ass. Oh and by the way there's a little treat waiting for you at the end of the chapter so make sure you read the bold print. ;)

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Chapter 15

Castiel did not remember granting his vessel permission to produce fluids. He barely remembered resting his head against his brother's shoulder. Or had Lucifer pulled him in to the embrace? It did not matter. It was welcome. And he felt loved. After the past few years, being hunted and ridiculed and despised and murdering their kin… so many of his brothers dead… The embrace was oh so welcome. Castiel wrapped his arms around Lucifer. It was that movement that brought his attention to the fact that his brother's shirt was now damp. Tears, from his own body, dampening the fabric. Making it smell of salt and sadness and crushing, bitter failure.

He felt a hand rubbing his back. It felt lovely. "It's alright, little brother," the voice of Lucifer's vessel spoke to the air, but he felt his real voice in his soul, the one of his elder, the archangel, the valiant soldier. What a beautiful voice it was. How he had longed to hear it again.

"Lucifer," his body's voice gasped, his throat constricted and hoarse.

"I'm here, Cas," he heard and felt, "I'm still here."

"I've killed," Castiel sobbed, "so many of our brothers, Lucifer. And now I've banished them all from their home. They're probably scared, so scared, or injured, or worse. Oh God, how many of them must not have made it… I saw their wings burning…" He felt his legs shaking, and then they were sinking, Lucifer pulling him down to the ground to kneel. He wrapped his arms tighter around the Devil. "How," he cried, "How did you ever deal with it? How did this feeling never destroy you?"

"I never forgot who I am, what I am," the Morningstar answered truthfully. "I am an archangel, Heaven's mightiest weapon, a son of God, and a good son. I fulfilled my purpose as given to me by our Father. He wanted me to rebel, and I did. He wanted Hell, Castiel, and do you know why? Did anyone ever explain it to you?" Castiel shook his head into his brother's shoulder, taking fistfuls of the soft cotton. "Because this planet was promising, and there needed to be a balance. Good cannot exist without evil; it simply cannot be. That's why there are the Horseman, that's why there is a God. They are all as old as one another, they came in to being at the same time. Because there needs to be a balance, Castiel. Leaving home hurt, the war that ensued was devastating, my punishment was crippling, but I knew that it needed to be, that my suffering was not without purpose. Our Father wanted mankind to be free, and with freedom comes choice and opportunity. If they wanted to use their freedom for evil, that was their choice, but it would come at a price. If they walked a righteous path, they would be rewarded by Him with access to his kingdom. He spoke to me in Hell, Castiel, and he told me all of this. That is why I do not hate Him. But it took me until my reunion with you to remember that conversation, to remember my path. Because I think He has set you on a similar one."

"What do you mean?" Castiel whimpered.

"Finishing what I started," Lucifer explained, "Our Father is gone. I do not feel him, and the archangels can always feel him. We have a direct line to His power. It's where ours comes from; not the fountain, but Him directly. That's why I never lost mine. I don't feel Him, Cas. I don't know where He is but I don't think He's on Earth anymore."

"Where would He go?"

"Oh Cas," Lucifer hugged him closer, "He's got a whole universe out there. Earth was but another toy. He's got plenty of planets out there, and surely plenty of new design ideas. He's an artist; artists get bored doing the same thing over and over again. You remember Doyle, right? Perhaps he was foreshadowing our Father's own restlessness. But he could not simply leave us. He designed us as his servants, but we were never designed for anywhere other than Earth. I think you're the liberator, Cas, the liberator of the angels. The one meant to show them how to break free of the bonds of servitude and live. Run Heaven for the Earth but be bound to one another, not Him anymore."

"But…" Castiel felt himself leveling out slowly, "But why would he do that to us? How could he do that to us? He's our Father."

Lucifer smiled fondly and petted the younger's hair again. "The kid's've gotta leave the nest eventually, little brother. And like every planet before this one, His interest in its story was bound to fade. It's our turn to sit at the keyboard. We know it as well as He does. If he didn't trust us to do it justice He would have made someone else its guardians before He left."

"Does that make us demigods?" Castiel asked, looking up.

Taking his brother's face in his hands, Lucifer smirked. "More like fanfiction writers." His eyes sparkled mischievously. "And I think ours is rated M."

At Castiel's noise of confusion, Lucifer rolled his eyes, and bluntly leaned forward to capture the younger's lips between his own. Castiel started at the touch and pulled back. "Lucifer-" he yelped.

"Nothing we haven't done before," The Devil invited, "Certainly not anything you weren't willing to do at least once."

"That was… I was confused," Castiel said.

"You still are," Lucifer noted. "Was I not clear enough?"

"No, just…" Castiel sighed. "You really think He chose me to liberate the angels?"

"He certainly didn't choose me for it," Lucifer joked with a hint of fondness, "my task is done."

"Not quite," Cas reminded him, "You and Michael still haven't fought yet."

"Sure we did. You were there."

"Not for long."

Lucifer winced, then offered a half smile. "Sorry about that."

"Surprisingly, I'm over it," Castiel said, "But it didn't end the way it was supposed to. I have a feeling that means it may pick up where it left off eventually. The Fates had it written; nothing can undo a Fates' signature. Certainly not a couple of humans; God did not make them that powerful."

"God was also gone by then," Lucifer reminded him, "And if I'm right - which I always am - then it wasn't really the Winchesters that derailed the apocalypse, but you. They were just the tools with which you ripped up the tracks."

Castiel's eyes widened at his brother's words, and he stood so fast in an attempt to distance himself from them that he ended up stumbling backwards and falling on his backside. "W-What? Are you saying that was my fault too?!"

"Castiel," Lucifer leaned forward on his knee, offering his hand, "There are no faults here, only God's plan. Don't you see? This means that everything that has happened to you, all of this grief, it's not for nothing. You are not suffering without reason. There would have been few angels ready to accept the idea that God left them all of this to govern on their own, but as an angel is not capable of suicide, they would have ripped out their Graces and fallen to Earth anyway from the stress. They would have been lost to us either way. How they were lost is but a detail that writes itself, as is what happens when one is granted freedom." He crawled closer to his brother, who was resting back on his palms, chest heaving.

"Little brother," He cooed, "I know what you're going through. I didn't want it to be me, either. But it is God's will. And we will always, always, obey that, even with freedom on our sides. Because He is our Father and we love him. You are not being disobedient, you're being a good son by doing these things that are painful. And they are painful, they are so painful. But every hero story has a martyr, does it not?"

Slowly, he reached out and put a hand on one of Castiel's raised knees. When his brother didn't start, he crawled behind him and took him in his arms again, tilting his head backwards to rest his temple on the front of his shoulder. "It's going to be okay, Cas," he purred, rubbing his chest, "It's gonna be alright. God has always had this plan for you. He was just waiting for the right moment to stir you in to action. You were his fail safe for when he inevitably left. He knew he would eventually. He has before."

Castiel was quiet for a long three minutes before finally answering. "The human scientists would be pleased to learn that life outside Earth does exist."

Lucifer smiled. "As would the ones who clung to religion over science. In all of their squabbling, neither party ever really stopped to consider that both of them could be right. God's artistry had to come from somewhere logistical. They label him a Creator and a Craftsman but they so often forget what that means. Science and physics and all that technobabble is his paintbrush." He snorted. "None of them are really capable of taking in the whole picture, I suppose. They are terribly single-minded."

"It's their design," Castiel sighed, "Their brains are complex but certainly not the greatest He's ever created."

"Mmm," Lucifer hummed in agreement, "I always preferred conversing with the wolves. They had brilliant brains, really logical thinkers. They're still around, right?"

"They're going extinct," Cas said idly, "Deforestation is hitting them hard."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed. "Well we'll have to do something about that. Assuming our kin don't take well to the idea of my return I'm gonna need someone to talk to."

Cas smiled, and raised a hand to wrap loosely around one of his brother's arms, still rubbing soothing circles onto his chest. "I may need them to fall back on as well."

"No." Lucifer kissed the top of his head, keeping his nose to Cas's hair as he spoke, "You're going to be welcomed back in to Heaven as the Great Liberator once this all passes."

"Will I be leading our kin then?" Castiel shifted uncomfortably, "Because I attempted that once, and killed anyone who refused to follow me. I do not think they have forgotten that, and I do not think they would take kindly to the idea of me as a leader in wake of it."

"Cas," Lucifer kissed his hair again, "They're going to be free. Think of it like the founding of the United States; that Washington fellow only stepped up because people wanted him to. He left very quickly, and they based most of their governmental laws around what he did with his time there. If they want you to be their leader they will ask it of you, appoint you based on public opinion. In fact I think an elected leader would be best for them. But it may not be you. And you'll have every right to decline it if you do not feel comfortable with it. That's what freedom is, asking permission and having the right to say no, not orders and obligations."

"It's intimidating," Cas admitted.

"You get used to it." He let his right hand venture lower on the younger's torso, aiming for his belt. "And with the adjustment comes the purging of guilt. You'll stop feeling guilty in the face of making your own decisions. So the memory of that night so long ago," his fingers brushed against the leather of Castiel's belt, "When we performed an act preserved supposedly only for creatures of the flesh, the one you feel obligated to feel guilty about, you will no longer look upon it with a heavy heart." His lips brushed the fallen's ear. "In fact, you may just reflect upon it kindly. Even, dare I say, fondly, with a sudden urge to do it again."

"You're trying to seduce me," Castiel pointed out flatly.

"Mmm," Lucifer purred into his neck, planting a kiss there, "Working yet?"

"I don't know," Castiel admitted, "My mind was black during our last encounter. I do not remember the responses of the vessel much."

"It's your body, now, Castiel," Lucifer reminded him, kissing his neck again, "You're less disconnected from it now. There's no barrier between you and it anymore. You're not celestial energy animating a meatsuit, you're a slab of neurons piloting an extension of itself. Not a prison, not a limitation; it's all you are."

"It doesn't belong to me."

"It has always belonged to you," the Morningstar huffed hot onto his skin, "It was designed specifically for you. Jimmy Novak existed for the purpose of keeping it warm until you decided to claim it. You are its rightful owner. His soul is in Heaven now, being rewarded for his troubles. But this is yours now. So, what do you feel?" He licked a stripe up the warm column of flesh beneath him to help punctuate his point.

"I feel…" Castiel said breathily, "…drawn to you."

"That's called attraction," Lucifer smiled into his skin, "Since is this your first time really experiencing all of this, and not transferring emotions from one into another, allow me to walk you through it." He leapt around to face Castiel then, supporting him with his hand behind his head, looming over him. "Right now your heart is starting to increase its pace. Can you feel it in your chest?" A pause, and then his brother nodded. "All those fancy chemicals our Father designed to get humans going are currently being released by your pituitary. It's a tiny little gland in the center of that mass of nerves between your ears." He poked Castiel's forehead playfully as he spoke, "And it's causing some physical changes. Your pores are going to start releasing perspiration soon. As your heart starts to pound, you're breathing's going to get heavier, and your arteries are going to open up." His eyes flicked down Castiel's body, pointedly fixating on his belt buckle for a moment before returning to Castiel's widening gaze. "And then your blood is going to flow south."

Cas lowered his arms to support his weight on his hands, his left leg unconsciously lowering to rest flat on the ground. Lucifer took it as an opportunity to situate himself above the younger, hand still cupping his head. With his left hand, he stroked Castiel's side to encourage him to lower the other leg.

"Your pupils just dilated," he commented, "Another physical symptom. Unlike the normal pupillary reflex, that reaction is a response gauged by the release of all of those chemicals. They're telling your muscles to relax." He paused for effect. "Relax, Cas," he said, his tone softer, less clinical. Castiel swallowed, and attempted to will some of the anxiety away.

Lucifer continued on. "The more stimulation you receive," he leaned down to plant a brief kiss on Cas's lips, "the faster and harder your heart will pound, carrying those chemicals exactly where they want to go. Where they need to to cause you the most pleasure." He smirked. "And it's different for everyone. The fun part is figuring out what you like."

The younger's eyes roamed his face. "It's all so complicated," he said, "They refer to it as the basest of all actions, but it is so intricate. How can that be?"

"God works in mysterious ways," Lucifer said, not attempting to hide the condescension in his tone. "They're referring to the fact that other animals do it as well. If it's a trait they share with those creatures that they think themselves above then it must be a base instinct, not at all complicated. And yet there's an entire branch of science dedicated to studying orgasms. Keeping a species populated but not over or under so is incredibly complicated, the right amount of chemicals per individual with enough stimulants to gauge the responses but not enough to cause them to overdo it, how many is too many versus too little, blah blah blah. This conversation is fascinating but can we perhaps put it off to a later date? I understand that you're eager to learn all about our Father's processes and I'm an excellent inside source but dearest little brother," he growled, licking a stripe up the front of Castiel's neck, "I'm rather trying to get you to focus."

"Sorry," Cas panted after Lucifer's tongue had ceased its stimulation. It was interesting the effect that a simple touch had on his breathing process, which he was still adjusting to.

"It's alright," Lucifer kissed him again, a simple slide of lips. Castiel responded awkwardly, just sitting and taking it, but the hand that came up to rest on his face suggested that he was supposed to mimic the movements, so he did. It took him a minute to grasp the rhythm, but when he did, something in his core clicked. For the first time since his Fall, he felt a fire stirring within him.

That clever tongue brushed against his closed lips once, twice, then licked across the seam. Castiel opened his mouth with the intent to ask him what he was doing, but instead he found his mouth filled by that wet, warm muscle. The sensation was strange, the taste new, but none of this was at all unpleasant. It licked its way into the warm cavern of his mouth, tasting and feeling, until it brushed against his own. Castiel took the hint and licked back, and soon they established another rhythm, one of sliding tongues and lips that was altogether lovely. That fire in his core burned brighter with each coaxing of his brother's graceful tongue, every resealing of their mouths. Another fire was kindling itself in a more external region of him, accompanied by a strange tightness.

When they finally broke apart, Castiel was panting. Lucifer huffed a few times, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "What - is this warmth," he asked, "I don't recall it."

"You were already pretty flushed from anger last time," the Devil explained. "It's those chemicals again. Every physical reaction you'll have is chemicals." He brushed a hand over Cas's growing erection. "Including this one."

Castiel groaned, the sound unexpected. He remembered that, that novel pleasure nothing like the touch of Heaven that he knew. "I don't know why the humans call this 'heavenly,'" he noted breathily, "it feels nothing of Heaven."

"Well, they don't know that," Lucifer said, "This is the most pleasurable thing they know. Guilt by association. And quite an ironic one, given the strict rules of the church they completely made by themselves. They misnamed a few sins." He stroked up Castiel's length. "This is one of them."

"Then why," Cas groaned again, "Do you still consider it leading them into temptation?"

"Because it's hilarious to watch them go running to their churches begging for forgiveness when they haven't done anything to spoil their pass to Heaven," Lucifer chuckled. "Hell was so boring, Cas. I had to do something to occupy my time. It was funny."

"We're supposed to be concentrating," Castiel reminded him, bucking his hips into the Devil's touch unconsciously.

"Mmm," the Devil agreed delightfully. "How hypocritical of me." He pushed Castiel's dirty trench coat off his shoulders and tossing it away before pushing him backwards, straddling his hips when he was laying down, his fragile head cushioned by soft grass. "At the moment you're wearing far too many layers. Would you prefer we eased into this or went hard and fast like last time?" He smoothed his hands down Castiel's sides. "You certainly enjoyed that."

"I…" Castiel wiggled nervously.

"It's alright if you'd prefer to take it slowly," The Devil encouraged, "In a way this is your first time."

"I'm not some delicate flower," Castiel growled defensively.

"Certainly not," the Morningstar laughed, "I remember seeing you during the War. For a fledgling you fought remarkably well. It's unsurprising that you were promoted to captain immediately after." Noting the pride gleaming behind Cas's eyes, he decided to run with that fond memory to fuel the current proceedings. Leaning forward, he reached on hand behind him to undo the younger's belt and open his trousers, all the while suckling on his neck. "How much longer until you were in charge of your own garrison?" He murmured into the soft flesh under his mouth.

"T-two hundred years," Castiel stuttered, the multiple points of contact addling his thoughts.

Lucifer moaned. "Remarkable." He suckled a bruise into Cas's neck, then licked the sensitive mark. Castiel shivered beneath him. His right hand, having successfully undone the button and fly of the younger's pants, was snaking its way inside to give him an encouraging squeeze. "You really are remarkable, little brother."

"What," Castiel breathed, "What makes me so special?"

Lucifer growled softly. "What's the best answer to get you to stop talking, telling you that you are special or that you aren't?" He smirked as the motions of his hand caused the younger's eyes to roll back in his skull. "Why does it matter? The fact remains the same that you are, and that I want you. And from now on, the only sounds I want to hear from you are those decadent little moans you're trying so hard to hold back - stop that, by the way - and maybe maybe the words 'Oh, yes, Lucifer, please!' Not necessarily always in succession."

"You're a conceited ass you know that," Cas growled in frustration, bucking up into the Devil's hands again. "For someone so determined to get going you're sure as Hell being a tease right now."

The Devil laughed, accepting that as a challenge, and promptly moved to the side for a moment to completely devoid Castiel of his pants and underwear, the shorter man's erection laying flat against his stomach when freed into the cool forest air.

"Best not soil these," he mocked, and tore Castiel's remaining jacket and shirt off. His own shirts he willed away, but he kept his pants on for now, asserting his control over his brother trapped below him. He licked his lips at the exposed flesh of his brother's body, all tan skin and taut muscles. His vessel had certainly taken care of the body he was meant to look after. He hoped idly that the man's Heaven space was treating him well, as his attention to his physical form was paying off greatly now. He let his hands roam over the smooth skin, giving brief attention to both of Castiel's nipples with his thumbs. When they were standing pleasantly at attention, he moved away to graze the prominent collar bones.

"Now," he invited, "How do you wish to proceed, same way as last time, or are you looking for a little more foreplay? Give yourself time to properly adjust?" He leaned forward to lick a stripe up the center of Castiel's abdominals to emphasize his point.

"I…" Castiel wiggled uncomfortably again, not really sure what to do.

"Stop overthinking it," the Devil commanded, "Just listen to your body. What's it telling you it wants? Don't be afraid to give in to wanting, Castiel. Just listen. You're good at that."

"I… I want you to keep using your mouth," he admitted, face flushing a little.

Lucifer smiled, kissed his abdominals lightly in positive reinforcement. "Good. Where would you like me to use it?"

Castiel groaned. "I thought you wanted me to shut up."

"I like watching you squirm." That comment earned him a firm slap. The Devil laughed. "Is that what you're in to? I must admit I'm yet to try that. Though the BDSM lifestyle is quite breathtaking."

"However you use your mouth, I want you to make sure it prevents you from talking," Cas growled.

"Say no more," Lucifer quipped simply. Scooting further down the fallen's body, he leaned forward and promptly swallowed Castiel's swollen erection.

With a surprised cry, Castiel shot forward into a sitting position, completely unprepared for and overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation. The cry quickly transformed to a guttural moan at the sight of his brother's head between his legs, swallowing him near to the base, his wicked tongue doing something utterly sinful as it wrapped around his hardened flesh. Pulling back up, Lucifer stopped to pay special attention to the head of Castiel's erection, licking and laving the glans before sinking back down and taking him to the root. One of his hands came up to gently massage his testicles, a slightly frustrating but simultaneously decadent juxtaposition to the merciless ventures of his mouth.

Castiel could not stop the sounds that erupted from his throat, but they seemed to encourage the Devil to continue his ministrations, so he stopped trying. His tongue worked in tandem with the muscles of his throat to lick and suck Castiel's shaft, his free hand working the base of it after he could no longer relax enough to keep Castiel's full length in his mouth. The few swallows that he offered beforehand made the effort worth the short amount of time. Castiel's entire existence had shrunk down to the sensations between his legs, administered by the clever and daring mouth of the only angel truly capable of such passionate nonchalance in the face of something so utterly sinful. He was gradually starting to see the appeal of sin, why so many humans knowingly trudged that damnable path. It was, in the simplest of terms,

"Fucking fantastic," he finished aloud. Something was tightening, furling in his lower abdominal region. Whatever it was he hoped it kept going.

Lucifer pulled off abruptly after that tightening started. "Now now," he said, licking his lips as his head shot up, "We don't want you finishing before the fun's really gotten started." He crawled his way back up Castiel's body to kiss him breathless again.

"How do you mean?" Castiel asked once he had his breath back.

Straddling Castiel's hips again, the Devil manifested some lubricant onto his fingers, inconspicuously tucking that hand behind his back. "Refractory period," he explained calmly, "Human males only get one orgasm. It takes them a while to be able to get it up again." His pitch dropped into a purr, "So if you came down my throat just then, all of this would have had to stop before you got to experience the full of it."

"What's the full of it, if not the pursuit of orgasm?" Cas asked seriously.

The Devil huffed out an affectionate giggle. "Open your legs a little more and find out," he challenged. With a squint, Castiel obliged.

The brush of something wet and warm against his entrance caused his mouth to fall open. Above him, Lucifer was smirking. "You know what the funniest part of humans considering homosexuality unnatural is?" He asked almost conversationally as he teased against his brother's sensitive hole, "They never once stopped to think that God's design of the human male puts their pleasure gland in the anus. Nothing in their design is an accident. That was very deliberate. I think his reasoning for that was some sort of backup in case their sex drives were too potent. Simple, effective birth control. Hard to focus on a woman when you're suddenly so much more interested in taking it up the ass." With that, he pressed his slicked finger inside Castiel's tight opening.

Castiel grunted through clenched teeth at the initial breaching, but eventually relaxed into the coaxing touch. Lucifer worked him open slowly, pushing only in to the first knuckle, then back out until his finger threatened to fall out, for a few strokes before getting down to the second knuckle, and repeating this pattern like suicide runs, until he felt the younger was relaxed enough to add a second finger. Summoning more lubricant quickly, he joined his fingers and pushed both of them inside, using the same pattern as he did with a single finger to encourage Castiel to relax. When he felt his brother's breath catching anxiously, he trailed his free hand up his body, from his lower abs up his chest to rest in the crook of his neck, gently petting the hot flesh there with his thumb.

"Alright?" He asked evenly.

"Is it supposed to feel like you're splitting me in half?" Cas asked hoarsely.

"Sometimes that felt like your goal last time," Lucifer commented fondly. Castiel snorted, but said nothing more on the matter. He relaxed into the soothing touch at his neck, the calm flowing from his head down through each of his muscle groups. Smiling, Lucifer added a third finger.

"Oh God," Castiel breathed as the trio brushed against his prostate.

"Try again," the Devil smirked.

"Ass," Cas grumbled.

"'Fantastic ass' would work better, I think, given how 'fucking fantastic' I'm making you feel at the moment," Lucifer turned Cas's earlier words against him. He cocked his head dramatically. "And what a fantastic ass it is."

"You know you're in a good position to get kicked."

"I've got better plans for your legs," Lucifer flashed his teeth in a self-satisfied grin as he withdrew his fingers. He stood to fully tower above Castiel so he could have a perfect view as he removed his remaining clothes, tossing them aimlessly to the side. Castiel's eyes settled somewhat apprehensively on his erection, jutting out from his body. The head was swollen and red, as if angry that it had yet to be touched. Lucifer appeared unaffected by the condition of his vessel. Unsurprising, considering the disconnection he still had from it, whereas Castiel was feeling vastly overwhelmed by all of the sensations he was now incapable of ignoring.

The Devil crouched again, lifting the younger's legs by his knees to settle between them. "Wrap these around me," he instructed, stroking Castiel's thighs, "And hold tight." Castiel obeyed, only somewhat apprehensive. His breaths were coming in short, shallow huffs now, and a beautiful red flush had spread throughout his skin. He looked stunning. Remembering the sudden frailty of Castiel's form, he stroked a hand down his own length to add extra lubricant, not wanting to hurt his now fully-human brother, before lining himself up and pressing in.

Cas hissed in discomfort at the initial breach. His effort not to retract in pain was admirable. Lucifer stayed where he was while the fallen's fragile body adjusted to the intrusion. When he relaxed again, he continued to move, slow, smooth movements until he found himself fully sheathed, their faces a mere inches apart. Castiel's breath puffed damply onto his face, but he barely noticed. He was focusing on the gorgeous view of his brother's pleasured expression. Each canting of his hips produced a delicious little whimper from Castiel's lips. He yearned for them to be louder, but he needed to be patient. Much as he enjoyed their previous encounter, Castiel had possessed an angel's strength back then; he did not now.

"Fuck, Lucifer," Cas groaned in frustration, "You… You don't have to be gentle."

"Don't tempt me," Lucifer huffed, voice huskier than he intended it to be, "I don't want to hurt you. You're a bit more breakable this time around."

On his next thrust, Castiel bucked back to meet him. Lucifer nearly lost balance, shocked at Castiel's conviction. The look Cas leveled at him was part challenge, part trusting, but completely lustful. With a grin, Lucifer gripped his hips and re-centered himself, then drove into the man beneath him with fervor. Those decadent little whimpers quickly morphed into throaty grunts of unabashed enjoyment, but the cries and pleas he longed for never came. This was enough though. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoing all around them in the air as he bonded with one of his brothers yet again, after so long apart from them. Not an act of desperation or distraction, one of love, trust, acceptance, and just a little bit of rebellion. This was perfect.

"Luci-" Castiel's sentence was cut off when the next thrust was a direct hit to his prostate. "Lucifer," He gasped desperately, "Let me - see you."

The Morningstar leaned down closer to Castiel's face. "I'm right here," he purred, his rhythm dissipating from relentless thrusting to a sensual grind against Cas's pelvis.

"No," Cas shook his head, "Let me see you."

When the meaning behind the words sunk in, the Morningstar beamed. Straightening his back, he pulled Castiel forward by his hips to keep buried inside him as he sat up. The younger responded by squeezing his hips tighter and digging his heels into Lucifer's lower back. Stroking Castiel's thighs, he allowed the energy of his Grace to expand outward in a gentle caress to tickle his sensitive flesh. Castiel whined and arched into the warm touch. The sight was marvelous, Castiel keening for his touch in every way like that. Once he'd teased him a little, he finally gave him what he wanted: he ruffled his feathers before allowing his wings to manifest, stretching and flaying the appendages to their full span above his head. At Castiel's angle, he knew they would especially impressive.

A strangled breath escaped his brother's lips, and then Castiel's orgasm was spilling out onto his stomach without a touch to his straining arousal. Lucifer grinned wickedly, then allowed himself to focus on his own pleasure. Unlikely Cas would be up for this lasting too much longer; overstimulation at this point would be incredibly painful. It was just a few more thrusts before he leaned down to claim Castiel's lips as he spilled into the younger's pliant body.

Lucifer held himself up with his hands on either side of Cas's shoulders; the fallen angel was panting heavily, and he was cautious of breathing now being a necessity for him. As gently as he could, he slowly slid out of the younger's sensitive hole.

"Alright?" He asked warily.

Cas nodded once, the movement stiff. "Yes," he answered aloud after a moment.

"You sure?" Lucifer asked, "'Cause you said that last time too and then I had to deal with hormones for over a year."

Cas gave him a look. "I'm fine. May I get up?"

Lucifer pushed himself up, swinging one leg over Castiel's naked form to sit back next to him on his haunches. The younger looked around, noting that none of his clothes were within immediate reach. "Do you mind?" He asked. With a snap of his fingers, Lucifer replaced his briefs and pants, but nothing more. At Cas's bemused look, he laughed.

"I'm not done admiring the view." The comment earned him a smack on his shoulder before Cas stood up. But he made no attempts to retrieve his discarded shirts. Instead he admired the forest that surrounded them. Standing up, Lucifer joined him at his side, still unapologetically naked. Planting a quick kiss on his brother's shoulder, Lucifer mumbled, "I'm really glad you came back." His hand moved to rest gingerly on the younger's right hip; not gripping at all, just to provide a source of contact. Castiel leaned back in to him slightly, but did not offer a word. He didn't need to; the subtle shift in his weight was enough.

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