Who: Samandriel and Michael What: Calming Samandriel When: After this Where: Their place & All over Rating: High as f Status: Complete
Samandriel returned his body to normal as he slid up to kiss Michael. “It might be messed up how badly I want to keep you to myself,” he murmured. His nose brushed against the other man’s affectionately as he settled next to him all cuddly comfy. He’d wanted Michael to come in him properly, but until he figured out the intricacies of building himself an at least partially female body, this particular angel of fertility was taking absolutely no chances.
He laughed lightly at that, closing his eyes and hugging his angel to him, “I’m sure you felt the same way when you and Lucifer were still new. But just like with him, I promise, I won’t be going anywhere and no one is going to steal me away from you.” he kissed his lips sweetly and hummed contentedly. “You put a ring on it, and who could ever hope to compete with… whatever little bit of amazing you would call that? I love you, I’m yours.”
It was all easy to say now, when he was warm and sated in the afterglow, and he did mean it of course. But sweet promises of forever came easiest in times like this, especially when it was all still relatively new. It might all be different if he ever started developing feelings for another, or if Samandriel found another angel to add to his collection.
Just because he put a ring on it didn’t mean that Michael wasn’t free to take the ring off of it. Samandriel knew something of the line he walked here. It wasn’t an easy one and sometimes it seemed like the world really didn’t want it to be a long one. He pressed a gentle kiss to Michael’s shoulder, closing his eyes to enjoy his lover’s presence in the here and now and the soft sloshing of gondolas in the canal below. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I just… you’re going to have to deal with me being more clingy than usual after… all this.”
“You are just the right sort of clingy that I find endearing.” he touched his forehead lightly to Samandriel’s. He hadn’t been lying when he had told the same to Dean about the littlest angel. It was nice to be wanted and to feel needed. He all too often felt like a burden after he had come home from Iraq, like he was his parents’ obligation and just another broken body to his doctors and nurses. To have an angel want to keep him and love him as much as Samandriel did felt wonderful. It was like being alive again for the first time since he had been shot. “But don’t worry, I’m happy to be clinged to for as long as you need me.”
“So forever then,” Samandriel said, stretching his wings back behind him as he made them visible again and draping them around Michael. It seemed easier than bothering with blankets. “Be my best man?” he asked softly. If anyone was going to stand beside him while he married Lucifer, it should be Michael. It wasn’t like marriage was really going to change anything for them, though. It would just be legal, and in some ways was just another way of an archangel offering Samandriel some form of protection and security.
Michael smirked and peeked out from under his eyelids. Forever sounded really nice, the wings around him were incredible too. He was very happy to wrap himself up in Samandriel’s wings and his promises of forever, he couldn’t think of anything better in that moment. “Alright. But is it bad form for a best man to be sleeping with one of the grooms? I’ve not been to a wedding in a very long time but that seems like poor etiquette.”
Of course he was teasing, teasing was better than Michael fully coming to terms with Samandriel marrying someone else, even if they were bonded and bound to each other. “As for the wedding night, do I get to play camera man or do I just have to twiddle my thumbs and wait for the honeymoon to end?”
Samandriel rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly anyway. “Given Lucifer’s sex drive, I doubt you’ll be waiting long.” It wasn’t said with any sort of malice or discontent at all. Lucifer’s desire for sex was simply significantly lower than Samandriel’s. His fiancé found pleasure in other ways more often than not, and that was fine with him. “Who knows, it might end up with you fucking me while he gives direction.”
Even if Samandriel hadn’t meant anything by it Michael still made a face. Though really he figured he ought to be alright with the idea that Lucifer’s appetite for the young angel wasn’t as voracious as his own. Not that it was a competition for Samandriel’s affections, Michael knew he would lose if it ever came down to it, but the idea of sharing him as still a little difficult. Of course he made a less than convinced sound at the idea of the three of them together, even if Lucifer wasn’t physically involved. “I find that unlikely. Though I’m hoping that’s not your way of saying I need direction.”
“It’s not,” Samandriel said, brushing his fingertips gently down Michael’s chest. “It might be my way of saying I think you’d take orders well, though.” He grazed his teeth against the eventual archangel’s throat, shifted up to brush his nose affectionately against his ear to speak against it. “I do still want you fucking me in public, though. I could make it so no one at all could see us, but I promise you it probably wouldn’t take away the thrill of it at all.” They could, after all, still see everyone else.
Michael laughed, “I take orders very well, I just can’t promise I would take orders well in that area if they weren’t coming from you. And was that on the list before? I’m sure there was a list at some point of things we were going to do together, I can’t say I rightly remember sex in public on that list. I’m not complaining at all though, I’m not shy and I’m happy doing anything you like.”
Samandriel loved Michael’s laugh. It was rich and wonderful as it rumbled through his chest. “No one’s ever begged me before,” he said softly, “and I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been on the receiving end of oral sex.” He couldn’t just say a blowjob now given, well, figuring out how to change his body. “It’s been a night of new things already.” Now that he could focus properly, he took another steadying breath and found it far easier to shift his body completely female against Michael. It turned out all that came easier when he wasn’t thinking about getting that cock in him as soon as possible. His face was much the same, perhaps a little narrower and softer, but he’d kept his hair short as well.
“You’re not shy,” he said and had to blink a bit in surprise as he adjusted to his slightly higher pitched voice. “You’re not shy and if I want you to fuck me all night, I will make you physically capable of fucking me all night.” It was both a promise and a threat. As long as Michael was human, Samandriel could totally have control over his lover’s refractory period.
That happened. Michael felt like he couldn’t even process what was going on in front of him. Not that he would complain of course, Samandriel had made himself an incredibly beautiful woman and the prospect of being able to love him with his body through the night was a great one. One he was completely happy to get behind as long as it didn’t end up breaking the rest of him. He had to sit up and run a hand from his shoulder down to his now rounded hips, taking a moment or two to stare.
“It seems to me that summoning lube or whatever would take less effort. Is this for me?” Because you know how I am with women? Do you know about Ana? “Or are you just having a taste of how the other half lives?”
“For you,” Samandriel said, “and because I’m curious about how this all feels entirely.” And honestly, Michael was the only one of his lovers who would fuck a woman. Castiel might because he was asked to, but still Samandriel doubted it. Lucifer definitely wouldn’t and much as he loved Dean, he wasn’t too interested in him without Cas in the picture. “Besides, there’s something to be said for not having to bother with the tedious process of stretching me open for you.” He shifted on top of Michael, straddling his hips as he coaxed him slowly back to readiness, wings spread out proudly behind him. “I could bring back the school girl uniform if that appeals to you. Or I could just sit here,” he mused, hips rolling slowly, “wondering at how long it’ll take you to figure out how badly you want to alpha male Marine all over me.” He’d said it before. Nobody but Michael would get this from him.
“I’m going to say the good… whatever it is that I am to you, thing and tell you that I love you no matter what your body looks like and wouldn’t dream of asking you to change for me and all that good stuff. Because it is very true. But still…” He moved his hands over Samandriel’s curves, getting an even better look at them now that he was so close and could admire them, even if he did just want to bury himself in that body and go to town. His hands eventually came to his breasts, running his thumbs over the nipples as he cupped them with each hand. “I really, really do appreciate this.”
He gently pushed them together and kissed his way across the top of his breasts slowly, happy to take his time. “I know you may not feel the same way, but I do really enjoy the look and feel of a woman’s body. I’ve always been very fond of women. Maybe it’s that big brother, alpha male Marine instinct.”
Samandriel’s breath caught again, fingers raking through Michael’s hair as he teased newly imagined breasts. “I’d much rather be taken,” he confessed quietly, “fertility, not virility. I wasn’t made to be sticking my dick in anything or anyone.” Accepting things, though. God, he could do that as long as someone let him. He never had any desire to top regardless of the parts of the being he was in bed with, though he’d threatened Damon with it once. “Feels more intense like this. That side of me, I mean. Like I need to get your dick in me as soon as possible, need you to fill me up like...like I said before.” He hadn’t thought he had some kind of weird angelic breeding kink before, but the idea of it had settled in his head as soon as he’d changed even half his body and he couldn’t quite let it go now.
“I think you might have more practice like this too, might be a bit more willing to spank me or tease me until I can’t remember how to beg. You know far more about a woman’s orgasm than I do, imagine what control your knowledge there might give you here.” No matter what body he was in, he was sure Michael would appreciate his absolutely filthy mouth.
“Spank you, maybe. But it’s easier to take my time when I’m teasing a woman.” he knew very well that Samandriel was not a top, which was likely what attracted Michael to him in the first place. He might have liked to dominate and control to a certain extent, but really he was more interested in protecting and defending so his eyes tended to seek out smaller, visually weaker people, regardless of their gender. Though it was easier with women. And then there was Samandriel who was a whole different category in himself. “My angel, you are beautiful no matter your form.”
He ran his tongue over one nipple, before pressing his lips to it in a sweet kiss. “You want me inside you?” He turned his attention to the other nipple, doing the same, even down to repeating something Samandriel said. “You want me to fill you up?” he even added a devilish little grin at the end of that to tease him, wanting to see what he would do with this body if he got frustrated.
“Easier to take your time? Should I assume then that being around me as I normally am sends you into throes of uncontrollable lust?” Much like the attention Michael was paying to his nipples was doing to Samandriel did to him. His wings shifted, arcing a bit wider as his back echoed the movement to get more contact. “Careful, my love,” he murmured, voice breathy as he looked down at him. “If I can alter my body drastically with such little effort, what do you think I could do to yours?” Not that he’d take anything away, but there was a certain level of desperation he could intentionally inspire in his partner. Teasing was well and good, and so was the hotel room they were in, but just being with Michael like this had the young angel aching for more adventure.
He slipped off of him carefully, walking over to his own scattered clothes. Picking up his t-shirt and willing it into a rather classy little black dress was simple enough, though doing up the zipper on the back required a bit of stretching he wasn’t okay with. He looked over at Michael, studying him curiously. “If I asked you to let me top, would you?” The odds of it happening were slim to none, but Samandriel still thought it was an important question to ask. If they were going to share everything with each other, and one of them was more than willing to alter his body completely for the pleasure of the other, it only seemed fair. He gave up on the zipper and set about making himself some boots to match instead, knee high and with a heel that wasn’t any taller than the dress shoes he normally wore when he had to put on shoes at all.
Michael grumbled when Samandriel left him and watched him start fiddling with the clothes. Sure, his need wasn’t as great as it had been but it was still a sad thing to see Samandriel clothed, no matter what his body looked like. That was quite the question though. Of course he would if Samandriel wanted, though he doubted it would happen more than once. As eager as he was to take orders Michael considered himself a top at heart. Not that he would really know though. “Sure. I’ve never been bottom though, I can’t promise I’d be any good at it. But I would be willing to try if it made you happy.”
He slipped from the bed and came up behind Samandriel. He placed a kiss on his spine at his shoulders then zipped up the dress for him before he slid his hands around his now even narrower waist. “What are you doing?”
Samandriel couldn’t help but smile to himself both for Michael’s words and his gentle little gestures. He tipped his head over his shoulder as much as he could, hands settling over the other man’s. “Getting comfortable between my rock and hard place,” he whispered. There was a point he knew might come where one of the two of them might force him to make a choice, and even now, Samandriel didn’t know what the answer would be. All he could do was hope it never happened. “Don’t think I don’t know how deeply you want, Michael. Don’t think I’m not fully aware exactly what thinking about other people touching me does to you even if you don’t say so.” He turned in those strong arms to lean up and kiss him soft and slow. “Don’t think there aren’t moments when this is just as hard for me.”
Done with deep conversation, he leaned back a bit to look at his lover. “Unless you meant with the dress in which case,” the angel booped his eventual brother on the nose and had him clothed in a very, very fine suit. “You’re fucking me at the Symphony. Or at least teasing the hell out of me in those private booths while we listen to Mahler.”
He didn’t say anything about that heavier little turn. He didn’t have to. Samandriel very obviously knew how he felt about him and others touching him. If he had known more about Damon before he had upset Samandriel he still would have hated that creature. Even if he had been wholly human Michael would have hated him for putting his hands on Samandriel in the first place. He probably could have felt the same for Lucifer if he hadn’t known the archangel and had seen that it was genuine love that they shared for each other.
“Mahler.” He repeated, not at all sure who that was though he was sure enough that it would be good if Samandriel wanted to see it and be teased or even fucked to it. For the moment though he was a little more impressed with his suit. He hadn’t worn one in ages, it might have even been as far back as high school and never this fine or well fitted. He beamed at his angel, “Okay, sounds good.”
Samandriel smiled, and with a thought, the two of them were back in LA standing just outside the box Lucifer had bought long before he ever knew he’d marry a violinist who would eventually play on the stage below them. There were a few seats there, but Samandriel and Michael would be the only ones in the area for the concert that had already started. “One day, the two of you will watch me from here,” he whispered against Michael’s ear once they were both settled in the armrestless chairs, ones far more plush than those in the house itself. From here, even without effort, he could see the faces of the symphony playing. He crossed his legs elegantly, short black dress exposing nearly the entire pale length of his thigh and his lack of anything beneath it.
Michael had been assaulted with the music showing him jewel tones and shapes as soon as they arrived but it was actually pleasant and strangely it gave way for the usual blues of Samandriel’s voice when he spoke. He wasn’t louder than the music so it was either him just being a lot closer or his brain had simply decided that his angel’s voice was the most important sound to be heard. He wouldn’t argue with that logic if it was true. He completely agreed.
“I certainly hope I won’t be doing this to him.” he said, slipping an arm around Samandriel. The fingers of his other hand sliding along Samandriel’s thigh, close to the line of fabric but not yet dipping under it. “I can’t even picture him in a skirt, let alone interested in letting me do this to him.”
The angel’s legs slid uncrossed for Michael as he leaned into that touch. “Of course not,” he murmured. Why else would Samandriel have to bottom for the both of them at once if he ever hoped to be with them at the same time? “But from here, you can see the violins,” he murmured, “Can pick out my face and I bet at least half of what you’ll think about while you watch me will be what we did here.”
He turned his head, nose against Samandriel’s as he spoke about remembering what would happen here. His memory was getting better all the time, or so he seemed to think. Probably because Samandriel kept healing his pain, which more than likely came from shrapnel pressing against his memory centers. But he seemed to have no trouble remembering all of his intimate moments with his angel, he only hoped they all stuck around when the archangel came and fixed it all. “You would think you would want to rest after a performance, not want to get me all revved up and hungry for you.”
His fingers did finally dip under his dress, they were skilled enough to quickly find their way to his folds and to that little bundle of nerves that he lazily stroked in circles with his index finger. “But you always are full of surprises.”
Samandriel’s shoulder dropped against Michael, settling more against him. “Performances are like combat for me,” he whispered, tipping his neck in obvious invitation. “The adrenaline rush is so high that all I want to do is fuck. Playing. Being watched while I play, it’s two hours of foreplay that has to culminate in something. Before, I’d go home and spend an hour jerking off after. It was the only way I knew for sure that I had any interest in sex at all, laying there imagining someone fucking me into the mattress or running his fingers over my hands.” There hadn’t been anyone he wanted to do that before Lucifer. In his head before, they’d been faceless, nameless people. He could feel his body responding to Michael’s touch even more just thinking about it.
“Would you want that with me? Your pretty little concert pet that you just know is going to moan like the most desperate thing the minute you can spear him on your cock? Your mouth clamped hard over his while you fuck him in the dressing room trying not to draw any attention to yourselves?”
At the invitation he quite happily began to press slow kisses to his neck, resisting the urge to bite or mark that perfect skin as belonging to him. He was intending to tease, not claim, though it wasn’t easy. He always wanted to be gentle with his angel but there were a lot of times he wanted to brand him as Samandriel had done his soul. To let the world know that Samandriel was not only his beloved but very obviously his well-claimed lover.
“Like I said, full of surprises.” he did give in a little and nip at Samandriel’s earlobe when he reached it. He wasn’t surprised that the angel’s mind went where it did, but just what he would say, how he would twist whatever they were doing into some kind of fetish or kink for him, that was always surprising. His finger slowed but pressed against him harder, “I would let you have a taste before, to let you know what you have waiting for you if you play well.”
Samandriel’s hand slipped over to Michael’s lap, rubbing him slowly through the fine fabric of his suit. “Would you?” he asked softly, hips rocking to try to get Michael’s hand to start moving properly again. “And here I thought you’d just do that so you could be sure my mouth still tasted of you by the time I finished. Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t play a reeded instrument. You might lose yourself just watching me.” Ever so slowly, he unzipped Michael’s trousers, timing the motion so that the zipper at the back of his dress moved down at the same pace and the same distance. No one would see them. Samandriel made absolutely certain of that. “I think once my spring break comes, I’ll just bind you to the bed the whole time and see if I can’t slake my thirst for you just once.”
He tipped his head to speak against Michael’s ear. “Or have you bind me and see if you can’t finally have your fill. I think you’d like that. Fucking me like the world was ending.”
Michael’s breath hitched and he couldn’t keep his finger from moving faster again, doing tighter and tighter circles. This had clearly been the goal when they set off but still Michael was surprised how quickly Samandriel could get him going and wanting his angel again even if he had him once already that night. “I would have to let you up from time to time,” he moved the arm around him back a little so he could run his fingers through his hair. “Otherwise Lucifer and I would have to fight for rights to your body. Everyone keeps using the world god-like, so I think I might lose that one.”
Samandriel smirked. “How many times do I need to tell you that Lucifer’s desire for my body is far, far less than mine for his or yours for mine?” He was, after all, a man of a certain age by the time Samandriel had gotten to him. With his other hand, he shifted Michael’s fingers lower, wanting him to feel just how wet he was as the symphony eased into a different movement.
“If I’m going to keep you tied down it’s going to be for the whole week,” his chest was now rumbling as he spoke, his voice having lowered. “I won’t be done with you even then, but you can’t tell me he wouldn’t want you at least once during that time.” He knew everyone was different, that not everyone burned the way Michael did. He knew his passion and intensity and drive were uncommon, but he had a hard time understanding how one could be engaged to Samandriel and not be constantly having the insatiable little angel.
“Or Castiel.” he growled even thinking about that angel. He could keep to his Winchester husband or not, Michael didn’t care, but the minute he put a hand on Samandriel, Michael’s Samandriel, Michael was not happy. He pushed a single finger inside him when his hand was moved, he gently rubbed his inner walls, searching for that little spot two inches back. He grinned smugly when he found the spot, rubbing it easy as his thumb picked up for the finger inside him and rubbed in rhythm with his finger. “You are mine, let him go back to his husband before I decide to fuck him on principle.”
Samandriel gasped, his grip around Michael’s length tightening while his hips rocked down onto those fingers. There was something about the way his archangels managed complete control over him that got him off more than anything else possibly could. “He might. He might not. I make no presumptions as to what Lucifer will or will not do.” There were some situations in which he could, but in this one he really thought that his fiancé was more likely to just be glad to buckle down and do his taxes without angelic distraction than to think about fucking him at all.
At the talk of Castiel, though, Samandriel couldn’t help but arch a brow and look at Michael. “Castiel is gentle with me, pliable and reverent. He kisses me like the poems of the world come from my lips and he wants to savour every verse.” He leaned in to kiss Michael, but stopped short enough to brush their noses together. “Learn how to treat me like that, not like a delicate flower, but like art, and I’ll let him stay with his husband.” He stole a brief kiss, mouth shifting out of Michael’s reach immediately after to speak against his ear, “but know that the day you truly start taking other lovers off the table for me is the day that you lose all hope of taking them yourself. If he and I part sexually, dear darling brother, you become mine and mine alone. You and the archangel you will become might be the most lethal being ever to exist in Heaven, but even so I think you and he both know better than to go toe to toe with me in this life.”
He felt like he could have argued a point or two but when he stopped talking he kissed him all too briefly and dodged another before he started talking again. But it didn’t matter, he wouldn’t have been able to say much to defend himself. He had tried to be reverent before, but that had been a part of Michael treating him delicately, part of Michael’s drive to protect. He hadn’t wanted to be treated delicately, so Michael was allowed to be possessive with him, to claim as seem much more natural for him than delicate affections. That was all fine, Michael knew his place and his function for now, it was always possible that one day Michael would grow tired of sharing his angel with anyone other than Lucifer. He couldn’t speak to how likely it was, not until he had been an archangel for some time, but Michael wouldn’t rule out the possibility.
“I would never want to hurt you.” he pointed out, his thumb and index finger showing him little mercy as his touches and circles grew rougher. He rolled his hips a little, wanting more of Samandriel’s touch but he wouldn’t push for more than that yet. He had to believe he had a little more control than that. “I love you.” he said using that hand in Samandriel’s hair to pull his lips to his own, kissing him hungrily, nipping and biting at his lips in a little revenge for having avoided his lips before.
Samandriel used the points of contact Michael had to fly them back to the soldier’s room, pinning him roughly down on the bed by his wrists. Back in his usual body at this point, he looked down at Michael, breathing heavily and studying his face ever critically. “And yet you will,” he said. “That’s been my experience.” He let go of the other man’s wrists and sat up, getting rid of his now ill fitting dress with a gesture. “You can tell someone you love them as many times as they can stand to hear it and all it does is remind us that love is not enough. You will hurt me, Michael. As Lucifer has done. As Castiel has. As Dean and Damon, Abigail and Elena and everyone I’ve let close. It’s part of life, part of being human. All I can do is hope that whatever wounds you leave will be shallow enough to heal properly.”
His gaze fell somewhere around Michael’s belt and his hands light on the other man’s stomach. Perhaps the lesson of the whole night, the whole situation with Damon was that he should content himself with what he had even if there were aspects of that relationship that didn’t fulfill all his needs. His mood had come full circle that night, and he wasn’t okay with it. “Don’t say you don’t want to hurt me. It just makes it sound like it’ll be my fault when you do.”
“No.” He pushed himself up onto his elbows. Not even bothered by all the flying as he was more focused on Samandriel. “No, all that you can hope is that it was all worth it. You have to believe that love is worth getting hurt for. Yeah, it sucks and it feels awful sometimes, and I wish it didn’t. But it isn’t going to make me stop. It isn’t going to make me look at someone I love and decide that they’ll hurt me at some point so I have to start shoring myself up against it or preparing myself for it. That’s toxic, even if you keep it to yourself. Bracing yourself for pain that may never come creates pain that should have never been there in the first place. That’s just how it is.”
Michael shook his head, “When I say I don’t want to hurt you it’s because I don’t. We will probably hurt each other, and intentional or not, I don’t really care. I’m going to be everything I can for you, I’m going to believe that maybe love can be enough this time and I’m going to want to be everything you need even if it isn’t possible because I love you. I love you. And if that changes or we can’t make it work, well, it’ll hurt but we’ll both know that for a shining moment we truly loved each other. And I’ll know it was all worth it because you are wholly and completely worth it in my eyes. Maybe you weren’t in his, but he wasn’t worth your love, not when you have so many more that will love you better and that know your worth.”
Samandriel couldn’t help but look at Michael when the other man moved. He couldn’t stop himself from cupping Michael’s cheek and focusing solely on those green eyes. “And you wonder why I’m so intent on marking you as many ways as I possibly can,” he murmured. He kissed the man he regarded as his other husband whether or not such things would ever be remotely legal or true. When he slipped off of his lap, it was only to stretch out on the bed next to him and make it obvious that he was spending the night here. With Michael. He might spend the next several. He wasn’t completely sure yet.
Michael smiled at his angel, happy he seemed to calm and settle into the bed next to him. Samandriel had a rough day, he deserved a little time to just lie about and enjoy the company and the attention of at least one of the men he loved. And Michael was happy enough to give him his undivided attention for as long as he needed it. He loved Samandriel and more than anything wanted him to be happy. “There’s the soul thing, now the ring, if your name was shorter I’d have it carved in gold and hang it from my earring. Of course that makes me think of ear tags on cattle so maybe not something hanging from my ear.”
He sat up, shrugging his shoulders as he took of the jacket of his suit. “But I’m happy to be marked as yours. You make me happy and I’m glad I’m here with you. I’m sorry if I was a pain when you first suggested moving me in.”
Samandriel relieved Michael of the rest of his clothes as quickly and easily as he’d put them on the other man in the first place. He much preferred the touch of skin against skin when he was cuddling with either of his men. There were too many barriers between them as it was, they didn’t need to add more. “You say that like you know what I did to mark your soul,” he murmured, making himself the little spoon immediately. “For all you know right now it says ‘Property of Samandriel. Do not grope, fondle, tease or touch on pain of smiting.’”
Wrapping his arms tight around his little spoon Michael smiled, “I figured it was like how cats mark their owners, when they rub their faces against you. They’re essentially saying ‘this is my human right here, mine, no touchy’.” He rested his nose and lips on the crown of Samandriel’s head, breathing deep like he thought he could breathe the angel in. He really did hope that once he was an archangel he could find ways of being close to his little seraph that didn’t include much of the clumsiness of their ‘meat suits’. Michael loved to touch and be touched but that was because it was the only way to really express how he felt. “Though if it does say all that you’re essentially shutting down all of Gabriel’s fun, you know that.”
For all their mutual faults and occasional difficulty communicating, there were moments just like this when Michael was the most tender, perfect thing that Samandriel would trade for nothing at all. He loved him, found safety and security in those arms and a freedom too that few others allowed for him. "Please, Gabriel knows that there's no world that I'm strong enough to smite him in. It might just increase his fun to ruffle my feathers." He drew one of Micahel's hands up to his lips, kissing the bumps of his knuckles chastely.
"I'm...getting used to being empowered to be myself and make my own decisions lately," he said, playing idly with those skilled, currently tender fingers. "Free will is...it's new. In my dreams I got shunted around between Lucifer, you and Castiel and then found myself being controlled and left at loose ends as soon as Castiel was gone too. Tired of losing the people I loved or feeling like I wasn't allowed to love them. And here...here before Lucifer came, I was stuck being a tool again, a commodity to show off or sell with a mother who saw me as a tradable asset and a father with no spine whatsoever." He curled against Michael a little more, adjusting the arm around him so his lover could hold him tighter. "She actually sold me to Lucifer." And Samandriel still didn't know how much his fiance had paid other than it was an embarrassingly large amount. "I love you," he whispered. "All three of you. And if Castiel's world didn't completely revolve around Dean, that might be a harder reality to live with. But the two of you...you and Lucifer...it doesn't matter if you need me to or not, I'd fight for you. I'd find myself run through with an angel blade all over again if it meant that you would be safe." Not that Lucifer would ever, ever need it given how much power he had, but still. Samandriel thought nothing of his own light if he could give it to the people he loved instead.
His arm did tighten around him when he admitted to being sold. He never thought of Samandriel’s parents much, now he didn’t think much of them. How anyone could ever give up Samandriel for any amount of money or really anything was beyond him, but if nothing else it got him there with Lucifer and in the end it was because of Lucifer that they were able to find each other. There had to be some upside beyond Samandriel getting away from that horrible of a human being. “I’m sorry you’ve had to fight so hard for it, but I’m happy for you. You should feel empowered, you are strong and mighty, both in ability and in spirit.”
“I feel tired,” he confessed, tangling his feet with Michael’s. “It falls out in such a way that I feel like I have to keep fighting when all I want to do is stay at home with the men I love and be happy.” He looked over his shoulder at Michael, shifted to steal a slow kiss because he wanted to, because he could.
After that kiss he placed a gentle one above his eyebrow, the smile that came after easy and content. “Then stay home for awhile, let us look after you. You certainly deserve it. And it’s only fair, after everything you’ve done for me I owe you that much.”
He wasn’t keeping score, not really. He couldn’t. Samandriel did so much for him, more than he likely knew, things that even as an archangel he probably wouldn’t ever be able to repay. He wanted to try though, with everything he was he wanted to do everything he could to make his dear angel as happy as he could.
“You don’t owe me anything, Michael,” Samandriel responded, snuggling into those arms facing him now. “I do what I do for you because I love you. It doesn’t need repayment. Not now. Not ever.”
“Mmm,” now that he was facing him Michael could kiss that beautiful face wherever and whenever he chose to, something he took full advantage of as he continued to hold his angel. He had a point, one he knew the young angel would make because it didn’t seem in his nature to be so loving and close and self-sacrificing just to be owed a favor or two. He knew his angel loved him, it was marked into his soul and he would swear there were times when he could feel those stunning wings wrapped around him. “No, Samandriel. I owe you everything.”