Adam & Michael (iamagoodson) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-02-25 15:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, michael, samandriel |
Who: Samandriel & Michael
What: Michael's soul is branded by the angel of imagination.
When: 2/19
Where: Their place
Rating: High
Status: Complete
It wasn’t as difficult to climb from the bed as he had expected and he was quick to come up behind Samandriel, still taking the sight of him in. A hand fell to the back of Samandriel’s thigh and he ran it up under the skirt, letting himself explore with his hand first. Of course when he felt the texture of those boyshorts he pushed up the back of the skirt so he could have a good look at what he was wearing. He clicked his tongue once and when he spoke his voice was low and rumbling, “Oh Samandriel…”
The angel’s rear shifted up into Michael’s hand, back arching inward in response to those touches and that sound coming from the other man’s throat. “Yes, sir?” he said, the words barely actually a question. He spread his legs wider, getting a better, more balanced grip on the ground. “Am I in a lot of trouble, sir?”
Words. Right. Michael remembered how those worked. He had uttered a few not so long ago, of course they were little more than Samandriel’s name, though he would point out how much of a mouthful the angel’s name was. Sure, he could have shortened it but Michael liked it, it followed that ending in ‘el’ rule for angels he had discussed with Gabe, and it suited his angel even if he was wearing a decidedly unangelic outfit. He cleared his throat, unable to stop the subtle deepening of his voice, “Yes, you are,” it was difficult to maintain his concentration as his hand took it’s sweet time playing under that skirt and over that lacy fabric. He twisted his fingers up in it at the back, stopping when it was wrapped around his hand. He was going to rip them off, but not yet. “You think this is funny? Mocking the rules. Did you think you could get away with it just because you have a perfect gpa?”
Samandriel gasped sharply, lifting his hips even higher like it might lessen the dig of fabric into his skin. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. “No, sir,” he said, unbelievably turned on and unable to hold himself still. There was a particular taut line made by the way Michael was pulling on his undershorts that was very, very nice to rub against, the head of his cock and a bit below it poking out over the top. “I just thought that...that it might be more comfortable in this weather. It’s so…hot, and you won’t let us wear shorts, sir.” That dick. Fuck. Samandriel wanted Michael in him already and they were both still fully dressed.
It probably wasn’t going to feel all that great for Samandriel when he finally did rip them off, but he swore he would make it up to his angel in any way he liked. “I know how hot it is, Samandriel. But did you really think that even though I ban you from wearing shorts I would allow you to wear that? No, I think you planned this. I think you wanted attention, that you thought I would say ‘boys will be boys’ and let you go with a slap on the wrist. My authority here is absolute, and to remind you and the others of that I will have to make an example of you.” With a low, hungry growl he turned his hand in the lacy fabric once more and pulled hard and fast. It stood no chance against a man of Michael’s strength, it easily tearing and ripping off the young angel before Michael tossed it away over his shoulder.
Samandriel cried out loudly. He let his hips fall back down once the underwear was gone. “You let the girls run around like this, sir,” he said, cock bobbing some with his movement back forward again. “Are you going to treat me like you do them?” He looked over his shoulder at the archangel in clear challenge.
Michael’s look was intense, his eyes focused on the angel and his beautiful body bent before him. “No,” his voice gruff and gravelly as he answered. “You are a special case, Samandriel. You deserve a very special punishment.” Possibilities raced through his mind, for claiming not to have a great imagination it was certainly coming through with ideas of what to do with Samandriel next. He kept it simple at first, giving in to his desire for something that had been building since he had casually mentioned it. Fighting was more about control than about strength, it was good to be strong sure, but without the ability to apply it in the right way it was pointless. Michael knew this better than most, even with his injuries, when he focused hard enough he had perfect control. Control enough to know how just to spank the angel just hard enough to sting and leave a mark for a while if he chose to let it, but not hard enough give him any real pain.
“One!” Samandriel said automatically, groaning as he pitched forward with the blow. He’d been spanked before, but it’d been a long while. Long enough that he’d almost forgotten how much he loved it. There were so very many things Michael could do to him when he was bent like this. So many. Samandriel eagerly wanted whatever his partner would come up with. It almost made him wish for a differently sexed vessel so he could know how Michael might go about teasing him if he had breasts and parts that got wet of their own accord. Almost. An angel of fertility in a female bodied vessel would only end with children that Samandriel didn’t particularly want. That and he really was rather attached to the body he was in. “Special how, sir?”
If Samandriel was going to keep counting like that and groaning he wasn’t going to be counting long. He never pictured himself as a man who cared about foreplay or roleplay but there he was, almost painfully hard and ready to throw the angel to the bed and fuck him into the mattress until he screamed. He was willing to bet it was more Samandriel pressing all his buttons than all the play itself, but he really didn’t care, not when he was going to have that body, and soon.
He gave him another spank, followed quickly by another because he was daring to ask questions. “You’ll see, Samandriel. First, I’m going to see how well you take this,” there was another spank. “And then, if you’re not properly contrite after this, I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
Samandriel counted off dutifully, clearly taking very very well to the punishment Michael was giving him. “How is that not different from the way you punish the girls, sir?” he asked, shifting his hips so that the garters themselves managed to stand out in darker contrast against his even paler looking thighs with how pink Michael was getting his ass. “I hear you have them bouncing on your dick if they’re so much as a minute late to class. He wanted the blouse off. He wanted Michael to see the lengths he’d gone to in order to surprise his lover. “Or is that just desperate wishful thinking from them? They say you can fuck for hours, you know. One girl even says you tied her up so she couldn’t touch herself while you fucked her. Hands to her ankles so you could keep moving her around however you wanted.”
A great deal of his attention went to focusing on not groaning or letting out any hint of enjoyment at the idea of the images the angel of imagination had painted in his mind. The blue in his vision even starting to form into vaguely human shapes, which helped him not one bit. “You think that I have such low standards that I would actually allow the undeserving even a taste of my dick? I punish them, be sure of that, but none of them earned my cock. They were too weak, too easily exhausted, they simply couldn’t last long enough to earn it.”
He reached for Samandriel’s shoulder and used it to urge him to stand up straight, arm sliding around his hip until Michael reached his cock and stroked him slow and rough under his skirt. “But you, bright little troublemaker, I think you might be strong enough. Don’t disappoint me.”
Samandriel straightened, found himself pressing backwards to get his rear against Michael’s crotch and rub. “I hope not to, sir,” he said, fingers curling into loose fists at his sides to keep him from touching Michael more than he already was. He hadn’t been given permission after all. “I dressed up all special for you, headmaster. Seemed like getting a little bit slutty was the easiest way to get your attention.” If Michael didn’t take that as the permission it was to call him whatever filthy things he wanted, Samandriel was going to end up the one who was disappointed. “Pretty sure you wouldn’t notice me otherwise, sir.”
“Devious. I knew you were.” He had thought he could withstand that rubbing and the implications of what Samandriel was saying. It was a great deal more difficult than he had imagined, he was too good at this, Michael had simply been unprepared for a lover like Samandriel who could play him as easily as he could any of his instruments. He wasn’t willing to stop working his hand over his angel though, and really didn’t want to pull away from that rubbing because it was the only relief he was getting at the moment. “Why would you want my attention, you wanton little incubus? Are you that much of a masochist?”
Samandriel turned in Michael’s arms, sinking down to his knees. “Freshman year orientation assembly,” he said, running his palm along the line of Michael’s cock in his pants. “I decided right then and there that before I graduated I was going to have you. And all the awards and commendations weren’t enough. The perfect GPA and SAT weren’t enough. You only paid attention to the dumb students who bothered getting in trouble instead of showing their devotion by giving you something to parade around to the board or prospective students.” He undid the other man’s zipper, gently easing himself out. “For the public face of an institution so quietly focused on its bottomline, you seem to be very good at ignoring mine.” Instead of stroking the other man more than just once or twice, he moved his hands away to undo the buttons on his blouse.
He let the stiff white fabric hit the ground, revealing the corset underneath, black leather standing out in stark contrast against his pale skin. “If I would’ve known three years ago that all it took was a short skirt and a bit of disobeying the rules to get you to notice me like this, I would’ve been in your office on day two.”
Samandriel had an incredibly lovely voice to listen to. His voice and the blue blended so well together, it always went right through Michael and of course only in the best of ways. He couldn’t ignore the angel when he spoke, but listening to him and hearing him were two very different things. He wanted to say it was the angel’s fault that he couldn’t focus on anything other than the way Samandriel looked and how his hand had felt on him. But that really wasn’t fair. He was perfect as he always was, and really by now Michael should have been used to what being with the angel of imagination was like when he got it into his mind to be dirty.
“Fuck.” he breathed barely above a whisper. He reached out and grabbed the back of Samandriel’s neck hard, pulling him roughly back to him where he immediately set to devouring that perfect mouth. His other hand splayed out over the corset, enjoying the smaller frame of his angel nearly crushed against him, trying very hard not to grind his hips against him.
Samandriel groaned loudly into that mouth, not so much pushing Michael back to the bed as he did simply fly them both there, landing with the other man on top of him. “Where the hell are you hiding the lube in here?” he bit out against those perfect lips. He was still settling in technically. He didn’t expect the lube to be in the same place it had been before. And Michael was wearing too many clothes. They both were. Fuck. He was almost sure that if they did this again, one or both of them needed to get off beforehand so they could make this last longer.
“Dresser.” he nearly growled, not liking the idea of having to get off Samandriel to go get it. He was going to have to move it somewhere more handy or just start carrying it on him because his angel was every bit as insatiable as Michael had first imagined. He broke the kiss again, hovering close to his lips as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it away, not caring at all where it landed. Maybe it was a little cruel to undress himself first, and maybe even more so to leave Samandriel mostly dressed, but seeing him dressed up like that did things to him that he couldn’t explain.
He returned to the kiss, this time biting and groaning into it, almost as if he was trying to make up for his reluctance to move away. When one of his hands found his cock under that skirt and pumped him slow he was definitely making up for jumping up to get that little bottle from his dresser drawer.
It helped that Samandriel knew that Michael would be thinking really hard about where in the dresser things were. Maybe he shouldn’t have tapped into that particular subsonic frequency, but he did anyway and without permission. It was better to use his angel mojo to his advantage, yanking the drawer open and pulling the bottle of lube from the drawer by sheer force of will. When it landed in his hand, he popped the cap open so he could squirt some into his hand and slick Michael up. Fuck his pants. He’d clean him up properly later. He needed the major in him as close to immediately as possible.
“Put your hands to better use,” he said against those wonderful lips, pressing the bottle somewhere in the direction of Michael’s fingers he hoped. “Need you in me. Now.” He could do it on far fewer fingers than most could so long as there was enough lube involved. He’d heal almost immediately and a brief flash of pain was something he almost looked forward to.
At this point Michael wouldn’t have minded a thing his angel did to his mind. He could have danced the lambada through it and all Michael would only have something to say about it if it slowed down his getting inside Samandriel. He quickly undid the button on his pants and pushed them down, kicking them off while he gave in to Samandriel, coating his fingers with little care. He was too eager to take his time, pressing into Samandriel with his fingers without his usual care. His prep may have been a little sloppy but he knew his angel could take it, and knew he wanted it just as badly.
When he could wait no longer he removed his hand then thrust his cock roughly into Samandriel, letting out a loud groan and seeking out his lips to kiss and nip at. He dropped a hand to the bed as he broke into a hard and fast rhythm, bringing his other forearm to rest across Samandriel’s collarbone, holding him right where he was with his weight. Even if he was almost frantic with his need for Samandriel he still remembered his need to be dominated or at the very least held down while Michael took him.
Being held down was all well and good, but right then, all Samandriel needed was the intensity that Michael brought. His fingers laced with the hand holding him down and he pulled it gently to the side of his head so that he could both have the intimacy of holding onto Michael’s hand and the pressure of some part of him being held down. He claimed Michael’s mouth hungrily, giving as good as he got. His soldier. His. No one else’s. Their teeth clicked occasionally as their mouths moved almost as if they were trying to devour each other. “Turn me over,” Samandriel heard himself say desperately against those lips. Michael was already fucking him like he hadn’t seen the boy in years, hard and demanding like if he moved hard enough, he could manage to fuse them into one being instead of having them stuck in separate bodies.
His angel got everything he wanted, and if he didn’t Michael would see to it that he did. That was just how Michael was, he loved intensely and that love drove him to treasure and protect those he loved and provide for them. Be it something as simple as a kiss or asking to be turned over, or something as big as the moon, Michael would find a way. Of course he was happy it was as easy as turning him over, though easy was a relative term because he was reluctant to leave Samandriel, he even growled at the request and groaned as he pulled out. Thankfully Samandriel worked with him, turning over without needing his help or taking long enough for Michael to consider it a form of torture.
Michael couldn’t wait, as soon as Samandriel’s back was to him and he was steady where he was he thrust back in, though this time with a little more care. He needed his angel, had to have him, but he also didn’t want to run the risk of hurting him, even if he could heal. Unwilling to go without touching him as much as he could he found one of Samandriel’s hands again, holding tight while the other took advantage of the lube still on his fingers and slipped a hand around, stroking him in time with his quick thrusts. He also took full advantage of their new position to nip at Samandriel’s ear between breathless declarations of his love for his angel, “Mine. Love you.”
Samandriel held tight to that hand, back arching to get Michael at the best angle possible. There was no way he could manage being in this house without feeling like he was owned completely in all the best ways possible. He was safe and loved. It was all he really needed out of the world. In a perfect world, Michael and Lucifer would learn to love each other as fiercely as they loved him and they could all just be happy and not have to worry about setting up a rota for who got to fall asleep with the little seraph when. Not that it’d gotten to that point yet, but Samandriel was pretty sure eventually it was going to.
“Michael,” he gasped, managing to find his lover’s name amongst all his desperate little moans and whines of approval. It was meant to just be the start of a sentence, a warning that he was close, but he’d underestimated his own body and how well it responded to the other man. He came hard and hot over his hand, muscles clenching tight around the cock still moving inside of him.
Feeling Samandriel come and shudder and quicken around him, it was one of the best feelings in the world, almost better than coming inside his angel, though sometimes it was a toss up just because one usually triggered the other. It was the same in this case, Michael speeding up the last few strokes until he could no longer hold himself back, Samandriel’s name on his lips as he came. His dear angel had to bear the brunt of his full weight for a moment as he took a second or two to rest atop him while he tried to catch his breath, part of him wishing their flesh would just give way and they could just meld into one.
He did move eventually though, coming to rest on the bed beside him before he pulled his angel into his arms. Going without touching him after that seemed like a monumental test that Michael just wasn’t up to. “I think,” he said catching his breath. “We either fail at roleplay, or we’re the best at it.”
With another vague angelic gesture, Samandriel took care of the remainder of his own clothes and the mess he’d left on the bed. He cuddled close to Michael, boneless and content in his arms. “Mmm, gonna go with the best since we both clearly enjoyed ourselves. And you have a total school uniform fetish I did not know about.” He nuzzled closer as if that was possible at all. “Keeping you,” he murmured. “All to myself. I’ve decided.”
“I may have a fetish for you, I don’t think the uniform on anyone else would have the same effect.” He smiled, running a hand through Samandriel’s hair, short nails lightly scraping his scalp in a way he knew felt good. As want as he was to say sweet things in the afterglow he was being serious. He didn’t think it had much to do with the skirt, especially has he had been with actual Catholic schoolgirls and that fantasy wasn’t nearly as exciting when you lived it out. But with Samandriel, well, he could take anything and make Michael want him with it. They would have to have a talk about what Michael actually was and wasn’t into one day, but for now he was more interested in cuddling his angel to him. “Keeping me all to yourself? How do you think you’re going to manage that?”
Samandriel practically purred as Michael dragged his fingers just like that. “Keep doing that and I’m going to have to figure out a way to get you to recover faster than normal so I can ride you again,” he murmured. He scraped his teeth lightly along Michael’s throat. “I told you,” he murmured lowly against his ear. “I’m putting a ring on it.” It couldn’t be anything legally binding, of course, but it was enough for Samandriel. “And maybe I’ll tack a note on your soul that says property of Samandriel, do not touch.”
He pulled back to steal a slow, deep kiss. “Do you really have a fetish for me?” He and Michael hadn’t actually talked about things beyond the obvious. Michael liked to be in control. Samandriel loved surrendering. There wasn’t much more in his mind that needed to be discussed. The only thing that had him starting the conversation was the painful memory of speaking to Lucifer about the fact that his archangel was trying to give him something he couldn’t bring himself to do instead of just talking about it.
“Not yet,” he let out a contented hum. “I’m enjoying this feeling. It’s a lot like when you heal me, like my brain is having a good long soak in a hot tub full of all those warm and happy neurotransmitters.” There was a time that Michael had a better understanding of how the brain worked, but after his had gotten so scrambled a lot of the knowledge he once held had been lost. What he couldn’t forget though was talk of neurotransmitters and reuptake mainly because he was currently on at least one SSRI and it seemed like every doctor he spoke to wanted to change it to something different. Michael wasn’t a fan of any of them, even when they did work they had the extra problem of causing him to have no desire to even try to ‘get it up’ a large percentage if the time. These days, when he was required to prove to his boss that he was taking all of his medications, he had been almost too happy to discover that a touch from his angel tended to neutralize that one and its side effects. The angel made him happy and made it so his dick would work when he wanted it to, how could he not love him.
“It will have to be a big note, one big enough for Gabriel not to ignore. He’s been after me for shirtless pictures, you know.” he teased then kissed Samandriel back. When the kiss broke again he ran his thumb across the angel’s lower lip. “I think I’m attracted to anything and everything you can come up with because I love you. It’s the only way I can think to explain it. I love all of you, especially your dirty mind.”
“Gabriel’s mostly harmless,” Samandriel said, shifting to lie on top of Michael instead all stretched out and still comfortable. More comfortable. Yes. It’d be a good position to be in for the rest of the conversation. He leaned down and kissed him again with a languid sort of passion that he’d perfected in this post-coital haze. “You love me best when it’s just us and you can pretend that no one else has ever or will ever lay a hand on me,” he whispered. “And I still think part of you is trying to figure out a way to perhaps steal me.” When he didn’t particularly want to be stolen. That was part of why he wanted Michael there. It would keep them in easy contact, keep communication open and maybe just maybe get him used to the idea that just because Samandriel was marrying someone else it didn’t make anyone less important or less wanted by him.
“I’d marry you too if I could,” he whispered, a confession that wouldn’t have been at all surprising to the man he was actually going to walk down the aisle with given his depth of feeling for both archangels. This had nothing to do with the apocalypse and everything to do with a small seraph who loved too much for his own good. “And if that makes me selfish and unfair and a horrible human being, then that’s what I am, but you two are what I need. Always.”
“No,” he kissed the top of Samandriel’s head. “You love Lucifer, I would never even think about trying to steal you away from him.” That was truth, surprisingly. As possessive as he was when it came to his angel he knew deep down that Samandriel was always going to love Lucifer, and probably better than he could ever love Michael, and he was actually accepting of that. It didn’t mean that he loved his angel any less, it didn’t mean he gave him any less of himself, but he respected their relationship. Respected it enough to make sure that Lucifer’s feelings and Samandriel’s feelings for him were always taken into consideration.
But still, it was hard seeing them together.
“Marriage is a human institution, isn’t it? For the mortal. For those bound by time and a morality based on property rights and the maintaining of proper bloodlines. Why should that even apply to us? We’re bound together by more than paper, or maybe a few bits of expensive metal. Marriage has nothing to do with love, not really. Why let its made up rules and traditions dictate your happiness?” He ran a hand over Samandriel’s back, index finger drawing the soft shapes he saw when Samandriel would speak. “I don’t care if we’re married or not, I am bound to you by love and I have to believe that’s better than any earthly bond.”
It wasn’t any secret to anyone who could see that Samandriel carried bits of Lucifer in him just as Dean was made up of parts of Castiel. It was far easier for the stronger being to leave his claim on the technically less powerful one. As an archangel, there would be no hope at all for Samandriel leaving traces of any bit of himself on Michael. Now, however, might be the only chance he got to do that.
The angel closed his eyes, took an unnecessary breath and kissed him. It was wholly different from the other kisses he gave Michael. Those belonged to a young man who had a very human body, and an easily wounded human heart. This kiss was warm, a declaration of a heavenly bond that Michael was incapable of reciprocating just yet. It came from an angel who loved so very deeply and wanted nothing more than to have his peace and his happiness for eternity. That, to him, would be paradise. It wasn’t a healing touch, nor anything that would leave a typically visible mark, but there was claim to it. An angel. Leaving a mark on a human soul.
He pulled back from that kiss just as gently, unsure if he’d stoked the fire in Michael or managed to somehow extinguish it.
For the most part Michael was confused. Something had happened. His angel had done something to him. But for the life of him he couldn’t explain or even fathom what it was. He trusted his angel of course, and he had done something similar the first time he healed him, just doing it and leaving Michael to figure it out later. But Michael was used to it now, was used to angels and their abilities and liked to think he could spot it when something was happening. He knew Samandriel had done something, the question was what.
Instead of trying to figure it out though he saw the sense in asking. A dark brow shot up and his hand came to cup and caress his cheek, “What did you do?” he asked softly, not really bothered that he had done something. He wasn’t kidding when he said he had faith in him. “My head is still… You didn’t fix me. So what was that?”
Samandriel tipped his head into that touch. “Something better than an earthly bond,” he whispered. He pushed up enough to rest his fingertips at the center of Michael’s chest. “A piece of me. In you.” Not a lot, certainly. Nothing that would do the angel any harm for not having or give Michael anything extra for having in him, but something. He opened his eyes and looked down at the other man. “A heavenly bond for someone who will not be left behind or forgotten in this life. Not by me. I love you. And if I had to choose two beings to share forever with, it’d be the pair of you over and over again no matter if I end up ultimately hurt by it a thousand thousand times over. You are mine, Michael St John-Demiurge.” No matter who he met, nobody would truly be able to touch him in the same way. “You will never be otherwise.” He had made his home in the two of them. They could be living in the middle of the woods or in the deepest, darkest cave, and he wouldn’t care so long as he had them.
Michael used that hand on Samandriel’s cheek to guide him into another kiss, unable to find any words that would speak so well to what he was feeling. It was tender and sweet and full of all the love he felt for his angel. There was nothing he could give him yet that meant as much, but he would wear his piece of Samandriel and the ring that was to come proudly and would forever seek to show his angel all the love he felt for him. Maybe some day he would love Lucifer the same way, but for now he devoted himself to Samandriel and hoped that when the archangel came he would feel the same.