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blue_bells» Title: In company of the chessboard
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: Probable OOC, Sex
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Lucifer/Dean/Michael, established!Lucifer/Dean
» Summary: Why is Lucifer here in the dreams of Michael’s vessel, when it was Sam that Lucifer wanted?
» A/N: Twitter is dangerous to my health. This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theinsaneeraser and grlkat2 who kept me laughing about these three until I forgot I was home sick in the first place! This is a fapfap-free zone.
This motel room is dark with wallpaper of mottled reds and gold like so many faded shades of fall. Michael finds them on the one single bed in the room, sitting close by the pillows. Their heads are huddled and they’re murmuring something too indistinct for Michael to catch, but Dean is frowning and Lucifer’s hand is stroking lines from Dean’s knee to his thigh. Dean isn’t stopping him.
What’s going on here?
Why is Lucifer here in the dreams of Michael’s vessel, when it was Sam that Lucifer wanted? Sam was the one Lucifer was pursuing, who he was confident he could wear down with his patient war of attrition? Was Lucifer’s intention to strike Dean down before he had a chance to say ‘yes’ to Michael?
“It’s never as bad as it seems,” Lucifer is saying when Michael appears at the foot of the bed.
Dean looks up, seeing their new arrival over Lucifer’s shoulder. Lucifer twists around and straightens when he sees who has joined them.
“Lucifer,” Michael greets, looking between his brother and his vessel.
This is not the way he had planned to cross paths with his brother after so long estranged. This face Lucifer is wearing looks weary, with tired lines around his mouth and his eyes.
“Michael.” Lucifer sounds faintly surprised to see him, too.
Dean’s eyes narrow at Michael, threatening. Why he wasn’t more upset to have Lucifer in his personal space, Michael wanted to know.
“Why are you here?” Michael asks.
“This is where I need to be,” Lucifer says.
“Get lost,” Dean’s voice is a low growl, impatient and tired. “Both of you, I need some shut-eye.”
“Is he bothering you, Dean?” Michael asks.
“You’re both bothering me. What happened to the girls? Can we get the girls back, please?”
“You’re looking tired, brother.” Michael ignores Dean’s complaint. “Retire while you’re ahead.”
“Michael. It’s good to see you haven’t lost your need to undercut everyone.”
“Only you, brother.”
“How am I so lucky?”
“How else would I keep you on your toes?”
Michael smirks and rounds the bed. He stops before them and reaches out to Dean.
Lucifer hums, his lips lifting in a wistful smile.
“You have a way with the people you love.”
He catches Michael’s hand before it can brush Dean’s temple. The hunter’s gaze is flicking between the two angels, wary. He leans away from Michael’s hand.
“… At least you haven’t forgotten,” Michael eventually says and curls his hand around Lucifer’s, feels the strength in the fingers of his brother’s vessel even in this dream space. Lucifer’s fingers wind back through his and Michael likes to think that the slow smirk that curves his brother’s face is familiar to him, that’s it’s not something seductive or sinister and that he can see the steady pulse and glow of his faded grace beneath that skin.
“What sort of vengeful monster would you make me out to be if I forgot how well you loved me?” Lucifer asks, light and mocking.
Michael watches Lucifer’s hand on Dean’s thigh snake under his knee, as though holding him close lest Dean get any ideas about bolting.
“You’ll always be some kind of monster, Lucifer,” Michael says.
“If you guys don’t need me, I can leave,” Dean offers brightly, sounding intent to be anywhere but here with the two archangels hovering over him.
“You’re needed,” Lucifer says. He turns back to Dean with a thin, amused smile. “Did you think we’d forgotten about you?”
“I really don’t want to interrupt the moment. Somewhere in a diner nearby, I’ve got a double bacon breakfast waiting with my name on it,” Dean says.
Lucifer’s response is to pull Dean’s mouth open with a thumb on his chin. Lucifer leans in for the kiss, a gentle press of his mouth to Dean’s. Michael expects a protest. Dean’s eyes slide shut, the line of his back ramrod straight and he lets Lucifer kiss him slowly, unexpectedly sweet.
This… is not what Michael had expected. Lucifer’s grip is light, like he trusts Dean won’t push him off and when they part, Dean deflates with a slow, heavy sigh.
“Fine,” The human says, jaw tight.
“Lucifer, are you confused?” Michael asks, slowly with a frown.
“Why would I be confused?” Lucifer smiles.
“That’s my vessel.”
“If he says ‘yes’.”
“Sam was made for you.”
“Why can’t I have them both?” Lucifer shrugs and Dean looks at him sharply.
“What?”
Michael bristles and the light of the motel dims around them, the windows rattling in their frames.
“How like you.”
“I want it all.” Lucifer leans towards Michael with a mischievous smile as though it’s a secret, pulls Dean's thighs around him, sliding the human closer on the bed. “Would you share it with me?”
Dean raises a finger importantly, his free hand closing around Lucifer’s arm for balance.
“Sharing?” He asks with the clear expectation for Lucifer to elaborate.
“Michael might surprise you,” Lucifer says, searching his brother's face and Michael’s eyes narrow. Lucifer looks towards Dean, not quite meeting his eyes. “And you’d enjoy him; it’s almost as good as being with me.”
Oh, Lucifer and his usual arsenal. If it was anyone else but Dean in Lucifer’s lap, it wouldn’t have worked.
Dean’s face has pulled into a comical wince; the absurdity of Lucifer’s ego isn’t lost on him. There may still be hope for Dean after all.
He looks up just as Michael’s fingers settle across his brow, splayed over his ear. Dean’s eyes close with a gasp as Michael lets the tips of his feathers unfurl, manifesting light from his palm and feels the first curious hint of Dean’s soul responding like it recognises him. Encouraged, he holds Dean’s cheek and traces the line of his jaw. He watches the reflection of his grace in Lucifer’s blue eyes and wonders how brightly his brother still burns.
Stepping closer, Michael palms his neck and lets Dean’s nerves carry the shock of power. Dean’s lips part with a shudder, his hands tight on Lucifer’s arm and shoulder before his head falls back.
“You shouldn’t trust him,” Michael whispers against the shell of Dean’s ear and locks eyes with his brother whose smile is knowing and victorious. “But he is good for this.”
Dean’s mouth falls open with a groan when Michael turns his head to kiss him. Dean straightens, pushing up against him and Michael feels the hand Dean closes around the back of his neck as his tongue strokes Michael’s with a slow-burning hunger and curiosity. Michael hadn’t realized his own eyes had slipped closed and he’s angry that Dean’s drawn him to that.
The fingers in Michael’s hair tighten when Michael abruptly pushes another wave of his grace through Dean, teeth catch on his lips and he can hear Lucifer chuckling.
“Christ,” Dean is swearing, breathing unsteadily in hot puffs of air against Michael’s mouth when he pulls back.
“Christ was a man,” Michael mutters, watching the way Dean’s eyes are still squeezed shut as he frowns and braces himself against the fading aftershocks of Michael’s grace.
“Not bad, but you cheated,” Lucifer says, leaning over Dean and catching Michael by surprise with a brief, but deep kiss. He pulls back with a wet sound, smirking. “Now sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it’s done.”
Rather than waiting for Michael’s response, Lucifer pushes Dean down to the bed with his body and Dean reacts surprisingly willingly, snickering under his breath. Dean's hands catch around Lucifer’s waist with fists and Michael is certain that they’ve done this before. The earlier gentleness from their kisses is gone. Where there was slow, burning curiosity with Michael, there's an urgent need driving Dean now as he pushes Lucifer’s shirt up and when Lucifer finally drives into him, Dean gasps like the air’s been punched from his chest.
His hand flies out and catches Michael’s thigh, the archangel perched beside the pillows watching them. Michael is interested in the noises that strangle from Dean’s throat, the obstructed curses and involuntary pleas with every roll of Lucifer’s hips that push Dean higher up the bed. Lucifer hovers above him, braced on his elbows, and he kisses Dean with his smile, draws one of his legs up and thrusts harder when Dean hisses the order.
When Dean's orgasm hits him, his fingers dig into Michael’s thigh and he groans like it hurts. Lucifer stills, Michael can see that it affects him, too. Finally, Dean is coming down, breaths harsh in the dream of this motel room, the air heavy with the charge of their grace, the smells of sweat and sex, but Lucifer is still trembling, tense and strained on the brink of something. He begins thrusting again and covers Dean’s eyes as Dean moans, his body rocking with the motion. Lucifer looks up at Michael and there’s a strange light in his eyes.
“Close your eyes,” Lucifer tells him.
Michael arches an eyebrow and reaches for him instead.
Lucifer curses, back arching when Michael’s grace rushes against him without any of the delicacy he’d spared for Dean. Michael’s eyes widen at the dark, shredded form of wings that erupt from Lucifer’s back, casting shadows in the plane of Dean’s dream. They span just as widely as Michael remembers, expanding beyond the walls of the motel room. Lucifer doesn't burn anymore, instead he draws all remaining light into himself for a few long, breathless heartbeats. There are barbs, but Lucifer’s wings flinch and Michael hears the groan he muffles against Dean’s neck when Michael reaches up to touch them.
Lucifer pulls his wings back into himself quickly and the light returns. From the glance Lucifer throws at him, Michael knows they’re not going to talk about it.
Dean grunts a noise of discomfort when Lucifer pulls out, his limbs loose and sated. Lucifer passes a thumb across his cheekbone pensively and Dean scowls, but it’s weak, he doesn’t brush the hand away. He looks between the angels when Lucifer sits back on his haunches over Dean’s hips and looks at his brother expectantly.
“Show Dean what you learned.” Lucifer gestures towards Dean like he’s an offered platter and Dean just rolls his eyes, then stops, craning his neck to watch when Michael throws the shirt of his temporary vessel aside. Michael ignores Lucifer’s look of interest, pushes him back down onto Dean and climbs on the bed behind him.
“Why not show both of you?” Michael says, reaching down between Lucifer and Dean. He takes them both in hand, stroking up Dean’s side with his free hand and brushing wings down Lucifer’s thighs where Dean won’t see and his sight will be safe.
Dean’s head thumps back on the pillow and Lucifer chokes on his laugh when Michael’s hips grind against him from behind.
“Okay,” Dean huffs out, “He can stay.”
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: Probable OOC, Sex
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Lucifer/Dean/Michael, established!Lucifer/Dean
» Summary: Why is Lucifer here in the dreams of Michael’s vessel, when it was Sam that Lucifer wanted?
» A/N: Twitter is dangerous to my health. This was written for
theinsaneeraser and grlkat2 who kept me laughing about these three until I forgot I was home sick in the first place! This is a fapfap-free zone.This motel room is dark with wallpaper of mottled reds and gold like so many faded shades of fall. Michael finds them on the one single bed in the room, sitting close by the pillows. Their heads are huddled and they’re murmuring something too indistinct for Michael to catch, but Dean is frowning and Lucifer’s hand is stroking lines from Dean’s knee to his thigh. Dean isn’t stopping him.
What’s going on here?
Why is Lucifer here in the dreams of Michael’s vessel, when it was Sam that Lucifer wanted? Sam was the one Lucifer was pursuing, who he was confident he could wear down with his patient war of attrition? Was Lucifer’s intention to strike Dean down before he had a chance to say ‘yes’ to Michael?
“It’s never as bad as it seems,” Lucifer is saying when Michael appears at the foot of the bed.
Dean looks up, seeing their new arrival over Lucifer’s shoulder. Lucifer twists around and straightens when he sees who has joined them.
“Lucifer,” Michael greets, looking between his brother and his vessel.
This is not the way he had planned to cross paths with his brother after so long estranged. This face Lucifer is wearing looks weary, with tired lines around his mouth and his eyes.
“Michael.” Lucifer sounds faintly surprised to see him, too.
Dean’s eyes narrow at Michael, threatening. Why he wasn’t more upset to have Lucifer in his personal space, Michael wanted to know.
“Why are you here?” Michael asks.
“This is where I need to be,” Lucifer says.
“Get lost,” Dean’s voice is a low growl, impatient and tired. “Both of you, I need some shut-eye.”
“Is he bothering you, Dean?” Michael asks.
“You’re both bothering me. What happened to the girls? Can we get the girls back, please?”
“You’re looking tired, brother.” Michael ignores Dean’s complaint. “Retire while you’re ahead.”
“Michael. It’s good to see you haven’t lost your need to undercut everyone.”
“Only you, brother.”
“How am I so lucky?”
“How else would I keep you on your toes?”
Michael smirks and rounds the bed. He stops before them and reaches out to Dean.
Lucifer hums, his lips lifting in a wistful smile.
“You have a way with the people you love.”
He catches Michael’s hand before it can brush Dean’s temple. The hunter’s gaze is flicking between the two angels, wary. He leans away from Michael’s hand.
“… At least you haven’t forgotten,” Michael eventually says and curls his hand around Lucifer’s, feels the strength in the fingers of his brother’s vessel even in this dream space. Lucifer’s fingers wind back through his and Michael likes to think that the slow smirk that curves his brother’s face is familiar to him, that’s it’s not something seductive or sinister and that he can see the steady pulse and glow of his faded grace beneath that skin.
“What sort of vengeful monster would you make me out to be if I forgot how well you loved me?” Lucifer asks, light and mocking.
Michael watches Lucifer’s hand on Dean’s thigh snake under his knee, as though holding him close lest Dean get any ideas about bolting.
“You’ll always be some kind of monster, Lucifer,” Michael says.
“If you guys don’t need me, I can leave,” Dean offers brightly, sounding intent to be anywhere but here with the two archangels hovering over him.
“You’re needed,” Lucifer says. He turns back to Dean with a thin, amused smile. “Did you think we’d forgotten about you?”
“I really don’t want to interrupt the moment. Somewhere in a diner nearby, I’ve got a double bacon breakfast waiting with my name on it,” Dean says.
Lucifer’s response is to pull Dean’s mouth open with a thumb on his chin. Lucifer leans in for the kiss, a gentle press of his mouth to Dean’s. Michael expects a protest. Dean’s eyes slide shut, the line of his back ramrod straight and he lets Lucifer kiss him slowly, unexpectedly sweet.
This… is not what Michael had expected. Lucifer’s grip is light, like he trusts Dean won’t push him off and when they part, Dean deflates with a slow, heavy sigh.
“Fine,” The human says, jaw tight.
“Lucifer, are you confused?” Michael asks, slowly with a frown.
“Why would I be confused?” Lucifer smiles.
“That’s my vessel.”
“If he says ‘yes’.”
“Sam was made for you.”
“Why can’t I have them both?” Lucifer shrugs and Dean looks at him sharply.
“What?”
Michael bristles and the light of the motel dims around them, the windows rattling in their frames.
“How like you.”
“I want it all.” Lucifer leans towards Michael with a mischievous smile as though it’s a secret, pulls Dean's thighs around him, sliding the human closer on the bed. “Would you share it with me?”
Dean raises a finger importantly, his free hand closing around Lucifer’s arm for balance.
“Sharing?” He asks with the clear expectation for Lucifer to elaborate.
“Michael might surprise you,” Lucifer says, searching his brother's face and Michael’s eyes narrow. Lucifer looks towards Dean, not quite meeting his eyes. “And you’d enjoy him; it’s almost as good as being with me.”
Oh, Lucifer and his usual arsenal. If it was anyone else but Dean in Lucifer’s lap, it wouldn’t have worked.
Dean’s face has pulled into a comical wince; the absurdity of Lucifer’s ego isn’t lost on him. There may still be hope for Dean after all.
He looks up just as Michael’s fingers settle across his brow, splayed over his ear. Dean’s eyes close with a gasp as Michael lets the tips of his feathers unfurl, manifesting light from his palm and feels the first curious hint of Dean’s soul responding like it recognises him. Encouraged, he holds Dean’s cheek and traces the line of his jaw. He watches the reflection of his grace in Lucifer’s blue eyes and wonders how brightly his brother still burns.
Stepping closer, Michael palms his neck and lets Dean’s nerves carry the shock of power. Dean’s lips part with a shudder, his hands tight on Lucifer’s arm and shoulder before his head falls back.
“You shouldn’t trust him,” Michael whispers against the shell of Dean’s ear and locks eyes with his brother whose smile is knowing and victorious. “But he is good for this.”
Dean’s mouth falls open with a groan when Michael turns his head to kiss him. Dean straightens, pushing up against him and Michael feels the hand Dean closes around the back of his neck as his tongue strokes Michael’s with a slow-burning hunger and curiosity. Michael hadn’t realized his own eyes had slipped closed and he’s angry that Dean’s drawn him to that.
The fingers in Michael’s hair tighten when Michael abruptly pushes another wave of his grace through Dean, teeth catch on his lips and he can hear Lucifer chuckling.
“Christ,” Dean is swearing, breathing unsteadily in hot puffs of air against Michael’s mouth when he pulls back.
“Christ was a man,” Michael mutters, watching the way Dean’s eyes are still squeezed shut as he frowns and braces himself against the fading aftershocks of Michael’s grace.
“Not bad, but you cheated,” Lucifer says, leaning over Dean and catching Michael by surprise with a brief, but deep kiss. He pulls back with a wet sound, smirking. “Now sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it’s done.”
Rather than waiting for Michael’s response, Lucifer pushes Dean down to the bed with his body and Dean reacts surprisingly willingly, snickering under his breath. Dean's hands catch around Lucifer’s waist with fists and Michael is certain that they’ve done this before. The earlier gentleness from their kisses is gone. Where there was slow, burning curiosity with Michael, there's an urgent need driving Dean now as he pushes Lucifer’s shirt up and when Lucifer finally drives into him, Dean gasps like the air’s been punched from his chest.
His hand flies out and catches Michael’s thigh, the archangel perched beside the pillows watching them. Michael is interested in the noises that strangle from Dean’s throat, the obstructed curses and involuntary pleas with every roll of Lucifer’s hips that push Dean higher up the bed. Lucifer hovers above him, braced on his elbows, and he kisses Dean with his smile, draws one of his legs up and thrusts harder when Dean hisses the order.
When Dean's orgasm hits him, his fingers dig into Michael’s thigh and he groans like it hurts. Lucifer stills, Michael can see that it affects him, too. Finally, Dean is coming down, breaths harsh in the dream of this motel room, the air heavy with the charge of their grace, the smells of sweat and sex, but Lucifer is still trembling, tense and strained on the brink of something. He begins thrusting again and covers Dean’s eyes as Dean moans, his body rocking with the motion. Lucifer looks up at Michael and there’s a strange light in his eyes.
“Close your eyes,” Lucifer tells him.
Michael arches an eyebrow and reaches for him instead.
Lucifer curses, back arching when Michael’s grace rushes against him without any of the delicacy he’d spared for Dean. Michael’s eyes widen at the dark, shredded form of wings that erupt from Lucifer’s back, casting shadows in the plane of Dean’s dream. They span just as widely as Michael remembers, expanding beyond the walls of the motel room. Lucifer doesn't burn anymore, instead he draws all remaining light into himself for a few long, breathless heartbeats. There are barbs, but Lucifer’s wings flinch and Michael hears the groan he muffles against Dean’s neck when Michael reaches up to touch them.
Lucifer pulls his wings back into himself quickly and the light returns. From the glance Lucifer throws at him, Michael knows they’re not going to talk about it.
Dean grunts a noise of discomfort when Lucifer pulls out, his limbs loose and sated. Lucifer passes a thumb across his cheekbone pensively and Dean scowls, but it’s weak, he doesn’t brush the hand away. He looks between the angels when Lucifer sits back on his haunches over Dean’s hips and looks at his brother expectantly.
“Show Dean what you learned.” Lucifer gestures towards Dean like he’s an offered platter and Dean just rolls his eyes, then stops, craning his neck to watch when Michael throws the shirt of his temporary vessel aside. Michael ignores Lucifer’s look of interest, pushes him back down onto Dean and climbs on the bed behind him.
“Why not show both of you?” Michael says, reaching down between Lucifer and Dean. He takes them both in hand, stroking up Dean’s side with his free hand and brushing wings down Lucifer’s thighs where Dean won’t see and his sight will be safe.
Dean’s head thumps back on the pillow and Lucifer chokes on his laugh when Michael’s hips grind against him from behind.
“Okay,” Dean huffs out, “He can stay.”
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Date: 2011-05-03 10:17 pm (UTC)Fabulous, hot, and perfectly angsty too in parts. Loved it (:
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Date: 2011-05-03 11:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-03 11:01 pm (UTC)YOU ARE AS GODDESS, THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL AND SO IN CHARACTER AND DEAD IS JUST FUCKED, LITTERALLY AND METAPHORICALLY! How does he manage to get himself into these situations, not that he can complain because THE SEX IS GOOD.
Imma just going to go over there and die, I am a puddle of goo and happy noises and gy8budfvgtuvfd I AM INCHOERANT.
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Date: 2011-05-03 11:51 pm (UTC)Also: Loki icon! <3
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Date: 2011-05-04 01:59 am (UTC)Alright, my capslock is over with. Now, I love how Michael initially sees them. The establish Ducifer is still in fact awkward and not all candy canes and rainbows, which I love. And the rivalry between the angels is just plain YES factor for me. All of this, especially Dean's last line. Perfection.
Twitter, in fact, is quite a gorgeous tool for your muse so that means better things for your health =P
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Date: 2011-05-04 03:22 am (UTC)I'm happy you liked it and I'm relieved you thought it worked for how much Dean was getting ignored, but it *had* been a while since the angels saw each other. :P I thought it would be more interesting for Michael to cross them when they were somewhere - almost mid-way - in the established Ducifer (lol, names) because then Dean would still be pushing back enough to keep, well, me interested. XD
Angels in contest are a great thing! Why don't we have more of these things? :D
Twitter is omgsomuchfun the way you guys use it, though my page never refreshes quickly enough and it's very distracting when I should be doing other things; like finishing missing scenes for my Big Bang. XD
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Date: 2011-05-04 05:22 am (UTC)Only Dean could stuck in a pissing contest between two angels and then end up having a threesome.
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Date: 2011-05-04 02:33 pm (UTC)ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS!!!!
Sorry for the caps, was so excited before and after reading it!
Need a cold shower. LOL.
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Date: 2011-05-04 09:37 pm (UTC)I'M GLAD TO HEAR THIS!
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Date: 2011-05-04 05:07 pm (UTC)This is the perfect reading material for the evening of a perfect day,thanks so much for the involuntary gift!!!
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Date: 2011-05-04 09:42 pm (UTC)Aw, I'm so happy this could round out your perfect day, that's so amazing to hear! I'm pleased you liked it!
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