Who: Samandriel and Michael What: Samandriel is upset When: After this Where: Their place & All over Rating: High as f Status: Complete
Michael hadn’t been entirely sure who this Damon person was to Samandriel but he felt driven to instantly dislike him from the comments on his post and the other posts he had seen involving his angel. There was more going on there than Michael was wholly aware, he knew that. And as much as he didn’t want to be considered possessive or that irrationally jealous whatever term was appropriate for what Michael was to Samandriel, he couldn’t help but get a bad feeling about the other man. Worrying about Samandriel being attracted to him would have been one thing but it was clear enough for him that whatever had been between them had soured, now he worried about Samandriel getting hurt.
He had left his room with the intention of speaking to his angel about the man, or vampire or whatever it is that he was, but he soon found himself in the livingroom frozen in place for a moment over what he saw. It was a sight he had hoped never to see, his dear, sweet angel crying and very likely over Damon.
Michael was going to kill that bastard. He decided on it right there and then. Damon was going to burn.
“Samandriel.” he said his name though he was truly just announcing himself so as not to startle his angel. He came to run a hand through Samandriel’s hair, brow furrowed deeply at the sight of those tears rolling down his cheeks.
Samandriel had his wings out, arced high above his head and pulled tightly against his sides as though that coupled with his knees against his chest might protect him. He looked up at Michael, leaning into the press of his hand as he lifted his head. “I don’t know what I did,” he said softly, and handed his phone to his lover so he could scroll through all the messages. “All I did was tell him that I needed time because I was scared and everything had blown up and I didn’t know what your presence meant after…” After what that false Lucifer had done to him.
“You didn’t do a thing, this isn’t your fault.” he said softly, scrolling through quickly so he couldn’t focus on any statement in particular. From what he read though he was more than sure that a murder was called for. And if not a murder then a severely violent lesson. No one was allowed to treat his angel that way and not be punished for it. He would have to have words with Lucifer about it later, and if he wasn’t on board then he could at the very least call Dean. Dean wouldn’t have tolerated the manipulative asshole’s continued existence. “Don’t you ever feel any guilt about anything related to him. He isn’t worth your love.”
Michael knelt down before his angel, hand slipping from his hair to his cheek where he wiped away some of his tears. “You two were together, at some point?” he had come into the picture rather late so he wasn’t wholly sure about their relationship, but there was no question in his mind that the vampire was in the wrong. “You loved him, didn’t you?”
Samandriel nodded. “I loved him.” Some part of him still did, because he didn’t let go that easily. “And I told him to tell his girlfriend about me, told him to talk about things and then he didn’t and things...things happened. We fucked, and we both knew it was a mistake while it was happening but it still happened. And then,” Samandriel licked his lips, swallowing a lump in his throat. “And then there were a few days when everything got really fucked up and I was with the Lucifer you and I both know from our dreams and not...not the one I love here, one who had all his power and was convinced that he was my hallucination and not truly manifesting.”
It was one of those things where being the angel of Imagination was really, really useful. “And I was stuck in this house with that thing for days letting him...letting him do awful, painful things to me because I needed to keep him busy and focused on me and not realizing that he could start the apocalypse all on his own with only me, whatever power Gabriel had at that point, and a Winchester to stand against him.” Not that Dean couldn’t beat him. He was sure Dean stood a better chance than most people, but it wouldn’t be easy. At least Crowley hadn’t been interested in fucking him. “And it was...more painful than getting left behind in the floorboards for a week because everyone thought I was dead.” He cleared his throat. “But I got my Lucifer back and it was wonderful even if I was still a little twitchy and I couldn’t sleep so I went to him...to Damon and we, we fucked again because I needed that comfort, needed a touch that wasn’t associated with so much pain and it was a kind of healing Lucifer couldn’t give me.”
Lucifer had obviously given it to him now. Michael had seen them interact and there was clearly no sign at all that anything had ever passed between them. They loved each other and Samandriel knew the difference between one Devil and the next. “And as I was still recovering from all that he decided that the guilt of his decisions was too much and he was going to tell his girlfriend. So he did and he didn’t bother to warn me at all and suddenly I wake up to an inbox of the most hateful bullshit from her brother and...and I still stuck by him. And the one time. Fuck, the one time I ask for time to get my shit together, he turns it against me. I don’t… I didn’t do anything wrong here. All I did was love him even when Lucifer was less than impressed and Dean was threatening to end him if he did anything.” He looked at Michael. “He unleashed a shitstorm on me and somehow I’m the bad guy for taking care of myself and being around people who love me and want to take care of me? I’m the bad guy for still being willing to let him take my blood so he won’t put any lives at risk?” He pulled his wings a little tighter to his sides. “I don’t…”
Michael wanted to crush the phone in his hand, to feel it shatter in his hand, take those shards and carve every horrible name for what the near-vampire was into his skin and leave him in the street for all to see. He was thankfully more rational than to actually do it, mostly because he lacked the strength and power of the archangel he would become. But he did listen closely to Samandriel, the details would likely slip through his mind but he could hang on to the larger facts and the the overall gist that this Damon fellow was a manipulative bastard.
He moved a hand from Samandriel’s face down lower so he could wrap his arm around his waist, having to press close to get between him and his wings. It was then that the phone buzzed again and Michael paused to read it before handing it over to Samandriel. “Look, he’s not worth your tears, or any of that pain you feel. Let me handle this.”
The angel spread his wings enough to wrap Michael up in them as well, the large things able to pass through most matter in this plane except human flesh. And frankly, if Michael wanted to touch them, Samandriel wouldn’t refuse that comfort either. His phone went off again several times in a row like it had been since they started texting. He let Michael read it, had nothing to hide from this man who would be his brother. The only thing he had to hide from any of his brothers was what was coming for Castiel and even that wouldn’t be a secret for too much longer. There was a difference between being a cunning little mastermind and being obviously emotionally manipulative. Maybe he and Damon were two sides of a similar coin in that sense, but Samandriel had been nothing less than honest. This angel at least was a shit liar and knew it.
“Okay,” he said softly, flexing his wings again to give Michael room to maneuver and text back. It wasn’t often he allowed anyone to fight his battles for him, but in this case, he’d make an exception. It hadn’t ever been his job to keep other people’s promises for them, but there was no point in not allowing Michael to keep his promises to him. When he finished and turned the phone off, Samandriel figured he’d see what Michael sent in the morning. He didn’t really care. His lover would handle things the way he saw fit and for as much as none of them wanted Samandriel in danger again, he would stand up and fight for them too. Not, of course, that Michael wasn’t perfectly capable of handling himself. It’d be a messed up day indeed if this was the thing that ended up bringing the archangel and his intended vessel truly on the same side.
He was about to settle into allowing whatever comfort Michael was going to give him when Damon’s voice came over angel radio. Heaven’s smallest seraph whimpered, closing his eyes tightly and covering his ears as his wings curled back again, spreading in a way that was clearly trying to shield him from something behind him. He didn’t like having to go through the effort of turning off angel radio, but he would just to get some peace from a being who clearly didn’t understand what leaving him alone meant.
If Michael would have been allowed to age in twenty to thirty years he would have frown lines from this so deep that they would be visibly etched into his skull. He didn’t understand what angel radio really was but he knew enough that the sudden whimpering from his beloved angel told him something was going on that he couldn’t hear. Part of him wished he knew where the creature lived that he could make him pay for what he was doing, but the rest of him, and really the more sensible side of him, was more interested in comforting Samandriel.
He settled next to his angel and pulled him into his arms, holding Samandriel’s head to his chest as if he could block whatever was coming at him with his body. He knew better of course but it was really the best he could do for him in that moment. “It’s alright, Samandriel. I know it hurts, let it out. I’ll stay right here with you as long as you need.”
Samandriel burrowed his face against Michael’s chest. He took several steadying breaths. He still didn’t know why this was happening. He didn’t really care. It was messed up regardless and he wanted nothing to do with the vampire anymore. If that meant he lost contact with Elena too, then so be it. He was tired of putting himself on the line for someone so desperate for attention that giving a person he allegedly loved space when it was asked for was out of the question. At least Michael knew now why Samandriel absolutely insisted on full disclosure, and why he’d met Lucifer so early on. There were chances he wasn’t taking again.
His fingers curled in Michael’s shirt, holding tight to him. He didn’t want to be anywhere near Damon. Without truly thinking about it, his wings flapped and he found himself in that same Venetian hotel room that he and Castiel had enjoyed a night of peace together before everything had gone to hell the first time. It was expensive and beautiful and a place where he knew he could feel safe and loved without Damon reaching him.
Michael ran his fingers slowly through Samandriel’s hair, taking a slow breath. Travelling by angel was still relatively new to him and he was still adjusting to the odd sensation of it, but he wouldn’t say a word. It wasn’t uncomfortable and his angel clearly needed something beyond just sitting in the living room or just Michael’s less than eloquent attempts to comfort him. There wasn’t much he could do beyond hold and care for his angel as much as he was allowed. He would stow his anger, save it for later, just like the marines had taught him, save it for when there was blood in the air and a weapon in his hand. “Lucifer and I love you very much,” half implying that it was all the angel would ever really need and that he would always be able to rely on the two of them for anything. “We want to take care of you. You just have to say what you need.”
Samandriel put his wings away, needing to make himself smaller so that Michael could wrap him up in his arms more easily on the borrowed bed. Michael was right. He and Lucifer were all that Samandriel was ever going to truly need. He reached into his pocket, pulling away from Michael enough to move and speak. “I got this for you,” he said quietly. He might’ve branded the man’s soul, but that wasn’t quite the same as giving him an obvious reminder of the angel who loved him. He held the ring in his hand like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it in the moment. He didn’t know what he needed other than Michael there with him. Always.
He didn’t hesitate. While he would have done anything to make Samandriel happy, in this moment it wasn’t just about his heartbreak, it was about the two of them and how they felt for each other. He took the ring and slipped it onto that highly significant left ring finger. He wouldn’t be Samandriel’s husband, he had resigned himself to that and then had deemed marriage irrelevant for eternal, celestial beings. The branding had been as deep and meaningful as any marriage vow, but one only Samandriel and the other angels could see. Everyone would be able to see the ring and it placed where it was meant everyone would know what it meant. Michael, the soon to be first of the archangels, belonged to Samandriel, his angel of imagination. And that made Michael very happy.
“I love you,” he said again, bringing the angel back into his arms again and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Always and forever, I promise you, I will love you for double that.”
For whatever reason, Samandriel hadn’t expected Michael to put the ring there. It fit there, but it could have easily ended up on the other hand. Distance from the situation helped, but distraction helped the angel reroute his overactive imagination onto better things far easier. It would be the three of them, then. Sure, there were definitely going to be occasional Winchester interludes, and perhaps even Gabriel might actually make a play for Michael in his own way, but it felt like the bulk of their lives was going to be orchestrated between the three of them and Samandriel didn’t think he’d have it any other way. “As long as I draw breath,” Samandriel whispered, leaning up to speak the words against Michael’s lips. “I belong to the first of Heaven and the first of the Fallen.” It was a divide that he was sure only Imagination could properly straddle, one foot in one world and the other elsewhere. “And even after. Until Death puts the chairs on the table, turns out the lights and closes up the universe.” The way he said it, though, he was sure he’d find Michael and Lucifer both wherever the next one was.
He stole a slow, deep kiss, sealing their promises together in a wholly ancient manner that just seemed to fit them. One day, he might know the distinct privilege of his Grace touching Michael’s, an intimacy he’d always been dismissed as too young or too innocent for in Heaven. It was dumb, really. He was just as old as the rest of them were. He was only smaller.
Forever was a big nebulous thing for Michael’s mortal brain. The archangel to come would likely understand it perfectly, but Michael liked to think that the archangel would only agree with him when they pledged to love each other forever. How could he not? Whatever had happened in their dream lives Samandriel was alive here, alive and well and with a Lucifer that was not the one he was destined to kill. These were his brothers, given back to him in ways that he couldn’t explain, but he would surely feel compelled by love to hang on to them. They had all been quiet on the question of their Father, perhaps he wasn’t here, meaning Michael and his brothers could finally live as they saw fit. And if Michael had any choice in the matter it would a life with the two of them.
When the kiss finally parted Michael nearly crushed his angel against him, those strong arms of his refusing to let go of him for the time being. “It’s a spinner ring, isn’t it?” he asked softly. He had seen them before, a lot of the guys at the VA hospital had them or special pendants or other similar things. At the time he’d had his medal but he couldn’t help but think this was far better. Not only because it was easier to get to or just because it came from Samandriel, but because Samandriel knew him well enough to know what he needed. “Thank you.”
The young angel gasped sharply as Michael crushed him against him. It didn’t take much effort at all for him to roll over to his back and take Michael with. “Even if I can’t be with you in the moment, I thought it’d help.” For whatever reason, whether Michael was at work or Samandriel was tending to other obligations (like school, and now the Philharmonic,) if he could help keep Michael calm even the slightest bit, he would call that a victory. Still, it wasn’t completely helpful to talk about sappy things when his heart was still throbbing just a bit, wounded from the sudden and unexpected rejection he’d been dealt. On the one hand, he was glad to be given the excuse to get out of what was clearly not a good relationship for him to be in. On the other, he would have rather played that card himself.
He kissed Michael again, nudging their noses together as he spoke against the other man’s lips. “Really hope one day you get okay enough with me and Lucifer together,” he murmured, “I can’t begin to tell you how hot the idea of being fucked by both your cocks makes me.” Lucifer beneath him, being his rock as Michael pushed into him, fairly took what he decided was his no matter the presence of another. It wouldn’t matter that he could heal himself easily. The pair of them would still be so very careful at least initially. He could imagine Lucifer guiding it as he held Samandriel still, forced his focus on not moving and instead just taking them both in. One day.
Well that was… Michael wasn’t at all sure what that was. He should have been used to hearing Samandriel say things like that, after all he had floored him with similar words before, though this time the addition of Lucifer was new. Not that it changed all that much in terms of things Samandriel said to get him going, but still, Michael felt like he could have been knocked over by a feather. When he got over his shock he kissed his angel but his eyebrows were still up, “You want the both of us, at once?”
It sounded a little painful as far as he was concerned though he supposed angel tolerance was different and he could heal. He didn’t like the thought of Samandriel being in real pain, and he wasn’t sure if he could take seeing them together like that yet. “You may have to wait a while on that one.”
“I figured I was going to have to work up to it one way or another,” he murmured. He was sure he could manage it. It would just have to be a lesson in patience, something Lucifer could easily manage, and that might help with Michael managing it too. “One day, though. When you’re comfortable enough with him and able to be patient, I’d like to at least try.” He stole a kiss, slower and gentler this time. “Just let me be content with the two of you. It’s all I need. You’re all I need.” He moved his hand, fingers lightly playing with the smooth silver of the ring on Michael’s finger, twirling the darker band gently. The three of them were what was real to him, real and precious and most important. Lucifer would forever be priority one, but that didn’t make Michael chopped liver. “If you ever decide you don’t want me anymore, you’ll just tell me, right?” he asked quietly. He didn’t want to go through this again. He wasn’t in this life to constantly be picking pieces of himself off the floor.
“Samandriel…” He said in a way that suggested to him the idea of not ever wanting him was utterly absurd. They had just pledged themselves to each other and Michael had been completely serious in his promises. But, if he were completely honest, he could understand why Samandriel would ask for that, would need that reassurance. After what Damon had done to him it had made perfect sense. “I swear, if I have any say in it, that will never happen. But alright, if something changes in me, I will tell you.”
More than likely Samandriel would see it first since his sweet angel could see right through him when he wanted. He touched his forehead to his for a moment before nuzzling his cheek, “I’m not fool enough to let you go, and I am not cruel enough to hurt you. That isn’t going to change, even if Michael is the massive dick that everyone seems to imply he is.”
Samandriel sighed, two parts content, one part angel business. He stroked his fingers soothingly through Michael’s hair. “He’s not… He’s not a massive dick. The Fall was painful for all of us. Michael reacted the way anyone would expect him to react once the dust settled. He’s a warrior and I’m sure he thought his best option to keeping all of us safe and protected was to bring everyone to heel even those of us who weren’t suited for it. It was his way of showing he cared. It might not have been the best choice, but it was the path he saw open to him while he dealt with a grief he never truly recovered from.” Eventually, Michael would understand the whole of the pain that the archangel hadn’t recovered from, that Lucifer’s fall and Gabriel walking out were only part of the problem. “Maybe my fault in that is that I never truly recovered either. I was just as hurt and afraid as he was, though my fears weren’t just about losing more of us and included being run through for daring to miss Lucifer in his absence.”
Whatever was to come, maybe it would help Michael to know that on some level, Samandriel understood. Nobody ever really needed to explain things to him, not when he was given even a handful of facts to go on and enough time to observe without fear of being judged for making those observations in the first place. He wasn’t sure there were many beings at all who could have gone through everything he did in both lives and still find it in them to see Good in others, to find something worth loving. In the end, Samandriel had more time with Michael in Heaven than he had the archangel he’d originally been created to stand by.
“I may not know him or his motives yet,” he admitted. “But I can’t fault him for wanting to keep you safe, if that was what he intended.” He didn’t want to think of any other motives the archangel might have had, and in truth he knew Michael had failed Samandriel in some way that had led to his torture and death. It was a feeling Michael himself knew far too intimately, it was a feeling that kept him going after his first and second purple hearts, would have kept him going after his third as well had it not destroyed his military career. More than a few men had died under his command and that was a sensation that never went away and one he had no doubt the archangel would also know well. “I want to keep you happy and safe, Samandriel, I only hope I can learn from his mistakes and my own to find a way to be able to do both.”
Samandriel brushed his nose against Michael’s. “I have faith in both of you.” Faith might’ve been something that angels were supposed to have in spades, but eventually Michael would understand just how much Doubt played a role in everything going to shit and how little faith angels could truly have in anything. “I trust you to love me fiercely enough and well enough to show him how to manage it properly too.” He pulled back to look his lover in the eyes, touching his face with a kind of gentle reverence that he was sure Michael was still getting used to. “You shine with part of my light too now,” he murmured, ducking in to kiss the man slowly.
He doubtlessly needed a physical reminder that he was loved and Michael was more than happy to give him all of himself and anything else he needed. Samandriel needed a distraction from his heartbreak and Michael needed a distraction from his desire to tear that vampire apart with his bare hands. Of course keeping Michael from that impulse was a lot easier now that they weren’t even in the same hemisphere, still it was for the best. He ran his hands up and down his angel’s sides at a lazy pace, like he had all the time in the world to relearn every inch of that beautiful body, even as he pulled his lips from the kiss to say a few soft words, “I wish I could feel it, or see it too.”
Samandriel arched into that touch, nose brushing the other man’s affectionately. “It’s like my voice,” he said, knowing that Michael would understand. “Little tendrils of pale blue running through your hands and pulsing right here all knotted up and protecting your most vulnerable part,” he said, tapping gently at Michael’s chest. A bit of Will and he managed to make the mark he left in his lover faintly warm, hoping he could feel it properly if only for a moment.
At any other time he would have simply assumed that his body was just responding to how he was feeling for his angel but given this was his angel he knew better. It was a warmth similar to the one he felt whenever Samandriel healed him, but he was feeling fine already and this was centered in his chest instead of in the back of his head. In any case it still felt amazing and he couldn’t help but let out a soft, contented hum. He had to kiss his angel after that, the sweet creature having earned it and so much more for how he made him feel. It wasn’t quite reverent, but it was his own way of worshiping his angel’s perfection as he wrapped his arms around him and held him close.
Samandriel kissed him back, trying to arch against him like the other man really needed to touch him more. He threaded his fingers through Michael’s hair and dragged him into a deep, hungry kiss. He’d had enough of slow. He wanted Michael, and he wanted him now, wanted to feel the muscles in his back flex and relax, to map the places where his wings would be as badly as he wanted the man to take his time and put him through glorious, slow torture.
That was very clearly an invitation, one Michael had no desire to ignore. It was easy to slip his hands under his angel’s shirt and run his fingers over that warm, perfect skin. It was also just as easy to turn his kiss from those incredible lips to his cheek and eventually down the line of his jaw to his throat, whispering that he loved him between bites and kisses. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he admitted. “Thinking about others putting their hands on you, even Lucifer. It’s been driving me nuts. All I can think of is the fact that you’re mine, every little bit of you is mine.”
Those little murmurs were amazing, particularly coupled with the other glorious things that Michael was doing his mouth. He shifted away only long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. He rolled himself up towards Michael, torn between simply willing their clothing temporarily out of existence or enjoying the process of pawing them off. In the end, expediency won out and he got rid of their clothing without effort at all. “Did it make you hard?” he asked lowly. “Thinking about how you were gonna fuck all those other cocks out of me? How you wanted to make sure you touched every inch of me just to make sure that your hands erased anywhere anyone else had been?” He curled his fingers tightly in Michael’s hair and rolled them both over, for once asserting whatever brief shred of dominance he had in him. It wouldn’t last long, but it was fun to play at until Michael took over again. “How hard did you think about biting me to remove the touch of vampire from my body? Were you just stuck on how far beneath an archangel a vampire was? A species that has not even the slightest chance at heaven or hell but a one way ticket to purgatory with all the other dark things even our Father doesn’t wish to get out again.”
“I raged,” He let his angel turn him over, knowing it would be only temporary as his angel liked to be fucked hard into the mattress instead of using his incredible skills that would put the best of power bottoms to shame. Maybe one day, but for now claiming sex was absolutely required. “I wanted to find you the instant I knew he put his hands on you and claim you screamed and could remember no other hands on you or cocks in you. Even with your healing I wanted to take you until you would still feel me inside you days later, so you would know that you belong completely and utterly to me.”
One of his hands found Samandriel’s hair, running his fingers through it until they tightened and he used it to bring his lips back to him. He continued to kiss and bite and growl, his other hand running up and down his side and back possessively. “I want fuck you until you forget everyone and everything else, that all you’ll know is that I love you and that you belong to me.”
Samandriel ground his hips hard down against Michael’s, rolling his ass against the cock that was clearly already aching to be in him. There was a certain kind of urgency to the way they tended to meet each other that seemed to have him aching for a world where he didn’t need prep. He could change that though, couldn’t he? At least for a little while in a room where he knew he didn’t bring lube because he honestly hadn’t been thinking about what was inevitably going to happen between them when emotions were running high. If Crowley could sell his soul for a bigger dick and have it happen, surely an angel could change his anatomy for a brief while especially in a vessel he knew so well with all the knowledge he had both before and after his angelhood.
He took a steadying breath, shifted his hips a little wider and in such a way that his cock wasn’t touching Michael at all and nothing could be seen in the dark, luxurious room. “This,” he murmured, “this is just for you.” It took a lot of hard fought focus for him to manage it, but he did. The shifting of his arousal was strange, a new experience he hadn’t expected to feel like that at all so much that he wasn’t sure he really realized that his desire to get fucked full could ever intensify. “Gonna want you to last as long as you can. Never done this before.” His chest stayed resolutely the same. Maybe when Michael himself was fully there, he could manage the fiddly work for him, but what he truly wanted was very definitely present and wired correctly into him.
He felt like he was as wet and aching for it as he had been hard. His hips lowered again, rolling down in a differently satisfying way against his lover’s cock. Somehow it felt like their bodies could grind together even closer like this.
That felt… Different. But it was a very good sort of different, a different that required examination. Perhaps a very intimate examination if he could contain himself long enough for that, though given the way his own body reacted when he slipped a hand between them and instead of finding his lover’s familiar cock his fingers slipped into wet folds, he wasn’t sure how long he had. Angels really were remarkably powerful and Michael couldn’t help but to be surprised, possibly more than a little excited.
“Never done this before? Well, there’s something I have to do then, beyond check your work.” he then flipped them back over already moving down to inspect and do far more enjoyable things to newly appeared vagina. Of all the things Samandriel could have done in bed, Michael never would have guessed that this was something he could or would do. It was beautiful and perfect, just as everything else attached to his angel was. The only logical thing to do was taste it.
He wrapped his arms around Samandriel’s thighs, keeping him still but also lifted a little so he could get where he needed to. He dipped his tongue into him slow, letting out a hungry growl at the taste of him, his hips unconsciously rocking and rubbing himself against the bed. Michael really didn’t think of people in terms of their genitalia, but there was something undeniably attractive about his beloved angel changing himself so radically for their pleasure. He almost did need to claim him, that spoke volumes itself.
Samandriel wasn’t particularly used to being on the receiving end of oral sex. It happened, of course, but not nearly often enough for it to be anything more than a very pleasant surprise and almost a special treat. He was honestly still getting accustomed to the idea of enjoying it. The enthusiastic way Michael took to going down on him was almost overwhelming. His fingers found their way tightly into his hair, tangling into dark strands like somehow holding onto Michael might keep him grounded.
He couldn’t keep himself from moaning, truly didn’t desire to. His hips pressed up as much as Michael’s grip allowed them to. He wasn’t sure if Michael’s mouth was making him ache more for that cock to be inside him now, if he was managing to scratch an itch Samandriel either couldn’t or didn’t know how to reach, or some combination of both. Samandriel was pretty sure it was both as he writhed and whimpered the other man’s name, moans coming out in breathy gasps.
Samandriel always made the best noises. They went straight through Michael everytime he heard them, usually right to his cock which at the moment was more than ready to be inside that sweet little body and to feel him moan from the inside. He wasn’t quite finished yet though, moving his lips to his clit, a soft hum making his lips vibrate around that little bundle of nerves. He didn’t stop to think about the absurdity of the situation, that his angel could change aspects of his anatomy and fly them to Venice in the blink of an eye, he had long accepted any weirdness as just a part of loving an angel. And Michael really didn’t care what Samandriel had in his pants, his angel was more than a collection of parts and no matter what parts he happened to have Michael was more than happy to find ways of pleasing him.
He did eventually stop, moving his arms from around Samandriel’s thighs, and made his way back up his beloved’s body, pressing kisses to his skin along the way. He wasn’t beyond teasing him though. Taking his own cock in his hand he guided it over his folds in slow caresses, at times even acting as if he were going to push into him but instead pulling back. He wouldn’t say what he wanted Samandriel to do, his angel would know. “Samandriel…”
For all that Samandriel and Lucifer were emotionally compatible in more ways than the young angel could count, he was sure that he and Michael were far more so physically. He found himself near desperate under Michael’s mouth. Beyond desperate if he were being honest with himself. The fingers of his left hand carded up and into the other man’s hair looser this time, keeping their foreheads pressed together as their breath heated the space between their faces.
“Not yet,” he said hotly. His right hand slid down to curl around Michael’s length, raising the head of that delicious cock up so that he could rub it in slow circles against his clit, could rock his hips against it teasingly. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured, “your deepest desires. What you’d do with someone who could make themselves into whatever you wished of them if only you asked.” He knew many of the filthy thoughts that filled Michael’s head, but it was something completely different to hear it in those husky, wanting tones. He liked hearing Michael growl ‘mine,’ liked feeling all those hyper possessive parts of his eventual archangel, but he knew there was more to it than that. There were very likely things lurking in that beautiful head of his that he barely even wanted to acknowledge. “Tell me and I’ll let you fuck this hot, wet pussy that I made just for you like you’re trying to get me knocked up with little baby angels that have your eyes and my cheekbones.”
It was hard not to thrust into that hand and against him but it was even harder to form words when Samandriel spoke to him. He groaned lowly and all he could think of was finding release with his angel and somehow hoping to ease the sting of what he had been feeling. His angel deserved to be happy, both sexually and emotionally, if Michael could help with either he was going to give him all he could. “Samandriel…” he breathed again. “I just want you. No matter what you look like or whatever you put on, you’re mine. Every inch and facet of you belongs to me, and I love you. Let me take you,” he begged, kissing at his throat. “Let me show you that you’re mine. Please.”
Samandriel had done and experienced quite a few things since he’d come into his own sexually. He’d been reduced to begging a lot, actually enjoyed it most of the time honestly. Not once had someone begged him for the offering he made of himself. He didn’t realize how much he needed that empowerment until it was offered to him. How many times had he given himself freely, had he asked if something was okay? Only now had someone actually done the same for him. He didn’t want to think about how deeply that cut into him, how much he needed to be built up like that too especially after everything.
He shifted Michael’s cock down, positioning him so he could take what he was pretty sure he himself wasn’t prepared for. He spoke against Michael’s lips in whispered Enochian, words soft and fleeting and sure not to linger in the Marine’s battered mind. His right hand moved away, fingers lacing with Michael’s newly ringed hand as he kept his other fingers sunk deep into that thick hair. “Mine,” he said.
As slick as Samandriel was Michael didn’t worry overmuch about the fact that his temporary new genitalia had never been used before. Still, Michael was gentle, or as gentle as he could be given how badly he wanted to take his angel of imagination. “I love you.” he whispered again and again as he carefully pushed inside him. He couldn’t stop the shudder that passed through him and the loud moan that escaped his lips at that feeling of that wetness and warmth tight around him. He tried to keep still for a moment, to let his angel adjust to him, and for the most part he succeeded until he couldn’t take it any longer. He started slow at first, holding tight to his hand and burying his face where his shoulder met his neck, kissing the sweet skin there, thrusting as deeply as he was able in that position. His voice rumbled against Samandriel, it coming out as hungry for him as his thrusts were, “Mine.”
Samandriel moaned, not low and desperate but comfortably, like that itch he was sure he had earlier was finally being scratched and nothing could feel as good as that. “Yours,” he promised, and knew even deeper than Michael perhaps could have how much he meant it. It took him a minute to figure out at what angle to rock his hips back, but he managed it, finally untangling his fingers to reach down and touch the place he’d been rubbing before. “Yours, Michael. Michael.” The man’s name became a mantra of sorts, a word that lost its original meaning and somehow became a handful of syllables that meant ‘I love you’ instead.
His free hand came up to turn Samandriel’s lips to his when he picked up his head again, kissing him roughly as he fell into a faster, harder rhythm. Along with all the other sounds Samandriel made, he loved the sound of his own name coming from those lips. It told him that Samandriel was his as much as their shared ‘mine’ or his ‘yours’ did. More than that it told him that whatever plan the angel had admitted to having when he first approached Michael it had turned to genuine love. He wasn’t under Michael to protect himself or Lucifer or the life he had here, he was under him and making those beautiful noises because he loved him. He had marked his soul, given him a ring, taken him in, and looked after him. There was no doubt in his mind that every bit of their love was mutual.
“More,” Samandriel gasped against those lips. “More, please Michael.” He thought he was close. He couldn’t be entirely sure. The wind up was so much different this time than he was used to. It was a low heat curling between his legs, a different kind of ache in a different place entirely. He held tighter to that hand, two fingers moving ever faster over that bundle of nerves. He thought he had a while yet, but in all honesty this was the first time he’d ever touched a vagina nevermind wore won. His breath caught sharp in his throat, fingernails digging into the back of Michael’s hand as the wave of pleasure in him crested and broke. It was hitting nearly everywhere at once, muscles clenching and relaxing rapidly around Michael as the rest of his limbs trembled some as well. He couldn’t focus through it, couldn’t do anything but ride it in a way that seemed to last so much longer than he’d ever anticipated. If Michael kept going, there was every chance he’d hit that peak again.
Of course Michael loved that begging and he gave to Samandriel all that he could, falling into a nearly exhausting pace. As hard and as fast as he could manage in that moment, gasping for breath against those lips when he wasn’t kissing him. Michael knew what was coming likely before Samandriel did, he had been with enough women over the years to know what that tightening and spasming meant, but he wasn’t about to slow for it. He wasn’t sure of exactly what his angel was feeling but that trembling and those sounds only meant good things as far as he was concerned. Those good things did good things to him though and soon enough he was struggling to hold himself back, “Let me…” he begged, almost pleading. “Let me come, Samandriel.”
That even after everything, Michael was still oh so willing to beg him hit Samandriel harder than he anticipated. It was angelic strength and speed that had him flipping the other man over and moving down his body to take that cock in his mouth. He took him fully, nose pressed against his stomach in obvious permission for his lover to please, please come.
Michael wasn’t at all sure what had just happened. Suddenly he was on his back and there was that beautiful wet velvet and satin mouth wrapped wound him and he really couldn’t be bothered to explain or even care about how things had ended up that way. All he could do was enjoy it and rake his fingers through Samandriel’s hair. His angel was amazing and he would argue his perfection to his dying breath if that would have been possible. His hands eventually tightened in his hair and his head fell back as he cried out, spilling himself down that angelic throat.
As he calmed he let go of that hair, skimming over it and quietly murmured his name, asking him to come up into his arms without saying so. Michael firmly believed in touch and cuddling and affection, particularly after sex, and he was so happy that Samandriel allowed it. “I love you, perfect little creature.”