Supernatural += Just Another Sunday Dinner (Lucifer/Michael/Gabriel, NC-17, 648w)

[blue_bells]

» Title: Just Another Sunday Dinner
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: Mild spoilers for Season 5
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Lucifer/Michael/Gabriel
» Summary: Every Sunday they end up in the same place, the same way.
» A/N: Written here for ryuutchi in comment_fic.


Lucifer never eats when he joins them to dine.

His brothers have grown accustomed to Lucifer merely swilling a glass of wine while he watches them eat. They've never witnessed him touch a morsel of food. He claims it's for their benefit that he abstains from poisoning the breaking of bread.

It's been so long they forget if he's only making excuses.

Michael pretends not to notice when Lucifer inevitably knocks his ankle under the table. Michael will balance his silver cutlery and continue cutting his meal into fine and manageable pieces. He won't look up and Lucifer will continue nudging.

Gabriel eats with his hands if he can help it. He'll tear the meat from the bone and rip portions of bread with his teeth; it's the fastest and most indulgent way to celebrate their blessing, he says.

Lucifer knows it's because Gabriel later enjoys smearing trails of chocolate or syrup under Michael's eyes, down his nose, over his cheekbones, jaw or his lips. Gabriel's hands roam anywhere he can reach where Michael doesn't stop him.

Michael will turn on him with a familiar, droll stare, but he never scolds, never tells Gabriel to pull his hands back, as though it would be beneath him to even address the point he's being face-painted with dessert. Because it always ends the same way.

Gabriel exploits Michael's pride and Lucifer is an opportunist.

On some nights Michael's gaze bears less steel and Gabriel lives for the dinners when his hands are allowed to linger. Those are the nights when Michael might turn his face into Gabriel's hand, power curling and licking over his fingers before his lips part, glazed with Gabriel's treatment and he sucks them in, eyes sliding shut with a heady breath.

Lucifer never stays on his side of the table for long during dessert.

He always chooses to close in on Michael from behind, sliding between him and the chair, he'll bend Michael forward almost into Gabriel's lap. Gabriel follows his fingers, tasting Michael slick, hot and new every Sunday, and if he's not careful he betrays his greed, clearing the trails from Michael's skin with his smile, his tongue and his teeth.

But Lucifer always holds on. It's Lucifer's hands on Michael's thighs, pulling him down and open as Gabriel drinks down his noises, soft, grunted or shuttered when Lucifer finally moves.

Gabriel loves this part of Michael, when he can't quite focus and he shakes with every fall, fingers tensing and relaxing in the dip behind Gabriel's neck. In his daze, Michael might drag Gabriel down over his hips, hands heavy and fluid, and sometimes Lucifer gives Gabriel a warning look when he goes laughing.

Because Michael and Lucifer are so serious when they're like this, as though the most they can manage is to breathe and not shudder apart through the next thrust. Not a smile, not a word they exchange, but Gabriel lives to defy convention and it's a new challenge to see how dark Lucifer's eyes can become feeling Michael tense and tremble around him at the filthy things Gabriel murmurs against his mouth.

Lucifer wraps himself so tightly around Michael, bruising kisses to his throat, his arm is a vice at Michael's waist as though he'll never get close enough and Gabriel believes it.

Gabriel doesn't fail to notice Michael tangling his fingers with those at his waist when Lucifer tenses and the rhythm falls apart. Gabriel allows Lucifer's free hand to hold him firm above when Michael slides out of their kiss, resting on Lucifer's shoulder. But he hates how it tugs in his chest when Michael turns, seeking Lucifer, who presses his lips behind his ear and pulls Gabriel down to kiss Michael instead.

There are things in that kiss not meant for him (promise, broken, please), but every time it's the same.

It's just another Sunday dinner.

Comments

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

Very intense, very hot. Well done, bb. :D

I really liked the angst at the end, with Lucifer replacing himself with Gabriel for Michael's kiss.

I adore this so much.

I also like that Luci doesn't eat. It fits him very well. He's ~above it all. Lol.

Awesome fic! :D

[murder-cocktail.livejournal.com]

I must have read this a hundred times now. It's wonderful, and each time I get something more from it.

I was reading it this time and read the last part with a different inflection and got something completely different to all the other times I had read it.

But he hates how it tugs in his chest when Michael turns, seeking Lucifer, who presses his lips behind his ear and pulls Gabriel down to kiss Michael instead.

I first read it, as Gabriel being a little hurt that Michael would turn away from him towards Lucifer, like he prefers him, and though I loved it entirely, I always thought that would be odd, seeing as they were all sharing together. And that the things in the kiss not meant for him, hurt because it showed a bigger connection between Michael and Lucifer that he is not a part of (which is true).

But upon this reading I realised, that, as it is always the same, Gabriel isn't upset for himself when Michael seeks Lucifer out, but because he knows what'll happen because it is always the same, and knowing Lucifer's, almost, rejection and feeling Michael's pain, as Lucifer should know it.

As I am here... I shall also look to the rest, I don't usually review, I'm more of a lurker, but all of your stories are awesome.

I really like the idea of Michael being like an open book to his brothers, where they all know each other so well, and just fall into place, it really brings home the magnitude of the brothers betrayal of one another. Vulnerable Michael is also verrrr hot. Being indulgent not really in control is also an excellent portrayal of the brotherly bond, as I know from my own older brother, he tries to seem like a hard line, but really wants me to be happy, and let me do what I want without getting hurt, a safety net in a way, and I think you showed that feeling perfectly.

Gabriel was a bright star in this, I can think of no one better to convey the emotion of what, I presume, you were trying to convey. He is the perfect medium of cocky and emotive. It's almost as if he is a medium in this for the pent up emotion of his two older brothers, himself feeling what they usually try to hide, which must be quite hollowing.

Finally, Lucifer. What needs to be said about him, the quiet confidence, the cold into the warm. And the ankle nudging is just too much. It also shows him as the attention seeker I always imagined him to be. Gabriel and Michael are busy eating, he isn't and he is going to be noticed somehow, playing footsie seems perfect. The last part really is tragic though, and it always touches a nerve every time I read it. (As do the words hands on Michael's thighs, but that is another matter.)

Something else that I find fascinating is the food being a metaphor for how they are supposed to be. Michael: the main course, the part that everything else complements, and falls under. As heaven's taxiarch, it is fitting, everything else falls into order for him. Gabriel: Dessert, of course. Light hearted, indulgent and fun, but suitable as he is removed from the host, just as you can have dinner without dessert, (but it is never quite as good, which again, very fitting.) And Lucifer: nothing. Completely removed, non existent, and as someone already mentioned, only proving he is above it.

But the best thing I thought was your use of the language. The use of "sometimes2 broadcasting the shows own view on how fate isn't set in stone and that decisions seem fluid, and then how all roads they take lead to the same end, the same dinner, always the same.

This is awesome!

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Yum. I love this - great imagery, great characterizations. :D