A/N: Finally some Mikifer, and not just mentioned in passing Another idea thanks to Hyper Kid for helping me come up with.
And there's a surprise at the end! :D
Summary: In which Michael and Lucifer make nice while Castiel has some questions that much to Balthazar's disappointment, Gabriel answers.
7. Gabriel Corrupts The Youth…With Some Help
Lucifer huffed out a breath of frustration as he stared at Michael. Really, he had no idea why they had to keep this a secret; it wasn't like the others didn't know already. But somewhere underneath all that hair, Michael had it in his head that if they came out, it'd be the end of the world.
He's thinking being disowned, cut off from the host, and worse yet, getting that disapproving look from Dad as he says in a gravelly voice, "I expected better from you two."
Lucifer has to roll his eyes at that, because honestly "disowned?" Yea right, Dad couldn't even deny indulging Gabriel with his sugar cane obsession, and gluttony was supposed to be sinful, this was love, far different.
So while Michael had his little breakdown, hissing things at Lucifer while they stood outside the Palace of Wisdom, hiding just out of view behind some pillars, Lucifer just nodded. It was better to let Michael rant out his worries rather than cut in, eventually he'd tire and realize he was being stupid.
That didn't mean that Lucifer wasn't silently pulling his hair out listening to this worried rambling of the two of them falling because they happened to tangle together between the sheets or share kisses under the stars or some days just lie next to one another under the Tree of Life, hands the only part touching as they talked about the future. How could something so beautiful, so perfect, cause anything bad?
Lucifer just didn't get it, why Michael would fall into these moments of guilt, like what they were doing was wrong and they'd surely be punished. He didn't like seeing his older brother like this, arms thrown up in distress as he paced back and forth muttering about how this was surely the end. This was the moment Dad would call them out and kick them out for what they'd done. He hated the look of worry filling those forest green eyes, the way those lips would pull into a frown, his brow creasing as he continued to talk about the 'what ifs'.
"You're not even listening to me," Michael hissed turning to glare at Lucifer. "You don't even care do you?"
And that was just crossing a line now.
"Of course I care," Lucifer snapped, then in a softer tone he took a step forward as he said "Mike I love you, you know that."
The words seemed to sink in and the worry and anger that had etched its way onto Michael's face drained away as the words made their way to his mind. He did know, he was just being paranoid and making a giant ass of himself.
Sighing he gave Lucifer a small weary smile, "I know Luce, I'm just…I'm an idiot," he admitted taking a step closer to his younger brother. "Do you forgive me?"
Smirking Lucifer gave a nod in return, "you know I always do."
Leaning forward, Michael leaned down brushing his lips over Lucifer's, "hmm, I'm glad that you do," he whispered against his brother's mouth. Hand moving up to thread through Lucifer's dirty blond locks, Michael deepened the kiss, nipping at his brother's bottom lip soothing his tongue along bitten flesh as he pushed for entrance.
A moan passed between them as Michael pulled on Lucifer's hair, moving to trail a path of kisses along his jaw and down his neck as he snaked his other hand up his brother's shirt over smooth skin. Lucifer held on to Michael's shoulder with one hand, his other moving to slip below the band of Michael's pants earning him a breathy moan as the elder archangel rocked his hips forward.
"What are they doing," Castiel asked looking up at Balthazar questioningly.
The blond angel blushed at the direct gaze being pointed his way and bit his bottom lips as he rocked on his feet.
"That sound, is Michael in pain? Is Lucifer hurting him," Castiel asked more urgently.
Shaking his head "no" Balthazar hesitated on what words he should use to explain. Luckily, he didn't have to think much longer.
"Pipe down you two," Gabriel hissed from behind them.
Castiel jumped slightly turning to face the new arrival, "Gabriel, what are you doing here."
Rolling his eyes Gabriel pointed at Michael and Lucifer, who now had his brother pinned against one of the pillars and was rolling his hips against the prone angel who was mewling softly as he fisted Lucifer's shirt.
"I'm making sure that you two boneheads don't interrupt them, they've been pissy for the past two weeks and it's about time they kiss and made up."
Eyes widening Castiel nodded, "oh, so they're not fighting right now?"
Balthazar blushed an even more alarming shade of red when Gabriel responded, "nah, they're well on their way to making up."
"So, that's kissing?"
Gabriel stifled a laugh, "kiddo, they're way beyond kissing."
Balthazar reached down winding his fingers around Castiel's wrist and giving a small tug, "hey let's get out of here, we don't need to be watching this. Gabriel's just a pervert," he added sending a look over Cas' head to the archangel in question.
Castiel stood his ground though and turned back to face Gabriel, "Why do they kiss?"
Balthazar felt his heart clench before jumping into overdrive, he didn't want Castiel knowing these sorts of things just yet, he was still young, still innocent, and he didn't need to know why people kiss. If he knew that, then he'd know that Balthazar had wanted to do just that for nearly the past year with him. He'd know that the way Balthazar would constantly zone out mid conversation in favor of staring at those perfectly plump lips, was for no other reason than wanting to lean forward and feel them, taste them, map out their every movement as they touched against his own. And Balthazar wasn't ready to admit that to Cas, there was the possibility that his affections would be dismissed, and he'd rather have Castiel be his best friend, then risk losing him over the want to kiss him. So when Castiel's mouth, perfect mouth, opened and that question tumbled out, Balthazar felt his entire world come to a grinding halt.
Gabriel simply grinned, Balthazar had a growing suspicion that Gabriel had been slowly nudging Cas in this direction, he'd been pushing for them to broach the subject of more than friends, but Balthazar didn't want to ruin things. Bringing a hand to his chin, Gabriel sighed, "well if you really must know Cassie, when two people really love each other, they kiss one another. It's a physical showing of the love that they have."
Gabriel looked like he was going to continue and launch into a 'birds and the bees' conversation with Castiel, and Balthazar was having none of that. With a more persistent tug, he hissed at Castiel, "let's go."
Allowing himself to be pulled away this time, Castiel gave a small wave goodbye to Gabriel before following along with Balthazar. Worrying his bottom lip as they hurriedly walked away from the two brothers panting as they rutted against one another, and the lone archangel snickering from behind the bushes, Castiel replayed Gabriel's information in his head. When two people really love each other…they kiss…
Looking up at Balthazar, Castiel let his eyes rove over his profile, coming to stop on the pair of thin pink lips that were currently pulled down in a slight frown as he focused on walking as fast as possible from their older brothers.
"Bal, wait up," Castiel said tugging back on his brother's grip.
Eyes closing momentarily as he stilled, Balthazar turned to face Castiel, "what is it Cassie?"
Without any preamble, Castiel leaned up and placed a soft kiss on Balthazar's cheek. Pulling back he gave a shy smile before turning back to the path they were travelling and skipping ahead.
Balthazar smiled bringing a hand up to his cheek as he watched Castiel hurry off, "Oi, you come back here," Balthazar shouted as he took off after Castiel, a wild grin spreading across his face.
A/N: Keeping with continuity of You Say Hate, I Hear Love...I couldn't have Castiel full on kiss Balthazar, since their only kiss in heaven was right before Bal "dies" but I could do something like a chaste kiss on the cheek so it doesn't contradict the first story. :)