He settled next to Michael on the edge of the bed, gently tipping his chin up so that he could look him in those far too beautiful eyes. It wasn’t a question of whether Michael would notice something odd about his bedmate or not. It was a matter of when. He glanced down at the medallion stuck to Michael’s chest with sweat and smiled, “and even His soldiers need to rest and be healed.”
He glanced down then realized what he had been referring to, smiling back at him when he did. The medal had been with him a long time, he wore it even before he received his dog tags, these days he usually forgot it was even there. Like his pain, he only really gave it his full attention when it was gone. It wasn’t so much about protecting him any longer as it was a sort of comfort object or security blanket, though he never referred to it as such. It was probably one of the first things he had asked for when he came out of his coma.
“His soldiers are angels, I’m pretty sure angels are probably bullet proof.” he leaned over a little and pressed an appreciative kiss to his temple. He had reacted far better than most and he appreciated that. “Angels probably don’t engage in any sort of sexual activity either, I doubt he lets them. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil,” he knew the Michaelmas prayer by heart, his father made him the one to recite it as it was his birthday and the old man claimed it was to remind him of the humility he should have before the Lord. “It doesn’t sound like he’s the sort to allow any leave.”
“I can promise you angels aren’t bullet proof,” Samandriel said softly. And that the devil wasn’t busy setting snares to get people to hell. The truth was far more Lucifer’s style. When he wanted something of someone, he told them the exact literal truth and let them make the choice about what they’d do with the information. “They bleed and die the same as men.” Samandriel knew from experience. He made no comment about angels having sex or Michael keeping everyone on a short leash. The latter was true, but the former not so much. In any case, eventually Michael would know for himself and perhaps this time he would listen to the wisdom of things that don’t bend breaking.
He stole another brief kiss and got up to go get his instrument from the other room. “I think I’ll play for you now.” Samandriel had no shame of his naked body, saw no need for it when there was someone who had quite literally just been inside him. It was with a thought as he walked with his back to Michael that he took care of the mess on his stomach.