"We all have roles, Gabriel. Reputations to uphold."
Gabriel opened his mouth to reply before he was cut off with another wave of pleasure, this time from Lucifer. It was strong and hot. He arched off the bed with a noise of desperation and shook.
Then it was gone again and Gabriel was left panting and twitching.
"Raphael has gone insane," Michael intoned, his hands journeying down Gabriel's naked body, fixing small, unseen tears in his essence. "He is fighting for the Throne in Father's absence. He wants to get into Purgatory."
"He what--?!" Gabriel tried to sit up, his body moved like lead and burst through with pain as he fell back on the bed.
Lucifer glared at him in annoyance and brushed his ruined hands over Gabriel's body. "Stupid baby, keep still."
Gabriel keened in annoyance but stilled as requested. Lucifer's hands stopped just below the hand prints on his hips. His nails bit into Gabriel's flesh and the world toppled sideways with an agonizingly beautiful tide of pleasure.
When Gabriel regained a sense of the world once more Lucifer was whole. His vessel complete. Gabriel twitched as he felt unfamiliar yet also long missed Grace curl with his own. He touched at the new, blistering mark of hands on his skin. He stared up in awe at his two brothers.
Then his chest hitched in unexpected, long repressed sobs. They weren't fighting anymore. He watched as they looked between each other before climbing onto the mattress more firmly and laying on either side of him. He clutched at them with greedy pulls of his hand, his mouth open and pliant to theirs.
He had wanted this for so long. Hidden from their wars. Begged and pleaded for them to stop. He tried until his family had shattered apart and then he ran. He ran so far away...
"You're home with us now, youngest." Michael assured, pressing his newly unclothed body against Gabriel. Assuring him of his presence. "We will make you better. You will fight with us against the dissenter. You will help us restore Heaven."
"We will find Father again," Lucifer breathed, mouth chilled against his skin. "I will supplicate and do all I can to be with you and our oldest."
Gabriel whimpered in joy and tried to nuzzle into the two of them. They laughed and pressed against him, embracing him between their bodies. Gabriel nipped at Lucifer in playful reprimand.
Power surged out of Lucifer, Gabriel watched it with awed eyes as his brother's long hidden wings stretched over their bodies. He stroked his fingers through them, enjoying the way Lucifer shuddered.
"Ish Lucifael." Gabriel cupped his hand over the stubbled cheek and pressed their foreheads together, mouths meeting as they kissed while crying. He turned between them and hid his face in Michael's neck. "Ish Mik'hael."
Michael smiled and stroked his fingers through Gabriel's hair. "Rest, yakiri."
Slumber settled into Gabriel deeply. Aided by the cocoon of Michael and Lucifer's wings over his body.
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Re: Dream Brother; My Killer; My Lover - SPN - Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel - R - all five? 2/2
Date: 2011-10-18 11:54 pm (UTC)Gabriel opened his mouth to reply before he was cut off with another wave of pleasure, this time from Lucifer. It was strong and hot. He arched off the bed with a noise of desperation and shook.
Then it was gone again and Gabriel was left panting and twitching.
"Raphael has gone insane," Michael intoned, his hands journeying down Gabriel's naked body, fixing small, unseen tears in his essence. "He is fighting for the Throne in Father's absence. He wants to get into Purgatory."
"He what--?!" Gabriel tried to sit up, his body moved like lead and burst through with pain as he fell back on the bed.
Lucifer glared at him in annoyance and brushed his ruined hands over Gabriel's body. "Stupid baby, keep still."
Gabriel keened in annoyance but stilled as requested. Lucifer's hands stopped just below the hand prints on his hips. His nails bit into Gabriel's flesh and the world toppled sideways with an agonizingly beautiful tide of pleasure.
When Gabriel regained a sense of the world once more Lucifer was whole. His vessel complete. Gabriel twitched as he felt unfamiliar yet also long missed Grace curl with his own. He touched at the new, blistering mark of hands on his skin. He stared up in awe at his two brothers.
Then his chest hitched in unexpected, long repressed sobs. They weren't fighting anymore. He watched as they looked between each other before climbing onto the mattress more firmly and laying on either side of him. He clutched at them with greedy pulls of his hand, his mouth open and pliant to theirs.
He had wanted this for so long. Hidden from their wars. Begged and pleaded for them to stop. He tried until his family had shattered apart and then he ran. He ran so far away...
"You're home with us now, youngest." Michael assured, pressing his newly unclothed body against Gabriel. Assuring him of his presence. "We will make you better. You will fight with us against the dissenter. You will help us restore Heaven."
"We will find Father again," Lucifer breathed, mouth chilled against his skin. "I will supplicate and do all I can to be with you and our oldest."
Gabriel whimpered in joy and tried to nuzzle into the two of them. They laughed and pressed against him, embracing him between their bodies. Gabriel nipped at Lucifer in playful reprimand.
Power surged out of Lucifer, Gabriel watched it with awed eyes as his brother's long hidden wings stretched over their bodies. He stroked his fingers through them, enjoying the way Lucifer shuddered.
"Ish Lucifael." Gabriel cupped his hand over the stubbled cheek and pressed their foreheads together, mouths meeting as they kissed while crying. He turned between them and hid his face in Michael's neck. "Ish Mik'hael."
Michael smiled and stroked his fingers through Gabriel's hair. "Rest, yakiri."
Slumber settled into Gabriel deeply. Aided by the cocoon of Michael and Lucifer's wings over his body.
Ish means "husband" and yakiri means "darling"