Meme += Five Acts: Round Five

[blue_bells]

I've been intermittently packing house for a week and the day job had consumed my brain.

The writing mojo must return. Surely, a porn-a-thon is the key? (No, my current project is gen, but words are words....)

There are a bunch of people I want to write for in order to say 'thank you' for the last round, so I hope you're all in this time!



Round five is open!

+ Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom of your post, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
+ Read other people's lists; the master list of lists is here.
+ Post comment-fic based off of other people's interests.

= my Fandoms =
Supernatural: Michael/Adam, Sam/Dean/Adam, Michael/Adam/Lucifer, Lucifer/Sam/Gabriel, Castiel/Gabriel, any permutation of Lucifer/Michael/Raphael/Gabriel, Raphael/Balthazar, Raphael/Uriel/Gabriel
X-Men First Class: Any permutation of Emma/Raven/Angel and Hank/Alex/Sean, Azazel/Riptide, Erik/Charles
Suits: Harvey/Mike, any permutation of Donna/Jessica/Rachel
Battlestar Galactica: Kara/Sam/Leoben, Six/Gaius
The Covenant: Any permutation of Caleb/Reid/Tyler/Pogue
Avenger Movie!verse: Thor/Loki, Loki/Tony Starke (Iron Man)


= my Acts =
Adrenaline and crises: So, you just saved the world from a zombie apocalypse? We think you're looking pretty heroic in silhouette against that sunrise with the machine gun on your hip. My machete got a great workout, too. We should celebrate; sexily. (pre-, mid-, or post-crisis sex; speed-freaks or adrenaline junkies; near-death experiences; the shadow of impending death--hours, minutes, or moments; see also Situational engineering)

Alternate Universes: Mafia, prison, college, military, the same rules but with role reversal: you name it, I'll love it. (alternate characterizations and situations; sex between alternates of one character or between different characters; alternates as catalysts for realization of desire; role reversal; darker mirror universe characters; mistaken identity)

Sensory deprivation, overload or enhancement: As humans we only have five senses. How do we compensate when we can't see? Or hear? Or maybe when we feel too much? And if you're being pulled aside by someone not altogether human themselves, are those five senses going to cope? I love it when the senses are challenged in startling ways and the battle for coherency goes quickly downhill.

Marathon: Because it's been something of a running joke in my circle, lately (yo ho, these puns). Make it exhaustive. Make it punishing.

Fingers: Pressed to mouths, tangled in hair, bruised into skin, sunk in deep: fingers, and the specific effect they have on the one being touched, are awesome.


Fills for Others:
For emerald_embers: Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil, R (hairplay, sex injuries, hand fetishism, semi-technophilia)
For ienablu: Supernatural, John!Michael/Mary, PG-13 (aggression, shoved against walls, hurt)
For ladyknightanka: Supernatural; Lucifer/Sam, Michael/Adam; PG-13 (Human!AU, barely H/C)
For nights_fang: Supernatural, Lucifer/Adam, NC-17 (Human!AU, clothing fetish, breathplay, frottage)
For thedreamisreal: Supernatural, Sam/Adam/Dean, NC-17 (D/s, tattoos, possession & jealousy, oral fixation)
For synnerxx: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17 (Human!AU cont., power issues, begging, biting)

Gifts from Others:
From ienablu: Suits/SPN, Harvey/Mike, PG (Hunter!AU)
From super_seme04: Supernatural, Michael/Adam/Lucifer, R: 'Made For' (marathon)
From nights_fang: Supernatural, Adam/Michael, NC-17: 'Feel' (bondage, sensory deprivation, fingers)
From ladyknightanka: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, PG: 'Do No Evil' (sensory deprivation)
From synnerxx: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17: 'Won't You Touch Me, Touch Me' (fingers)
From setos_puppy: Supernatural, Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel, R: 'Dream Brother; My Killer; My Lover' (post-crises, alternate ending, sensory overload, marathon, fingers)
From zekkass: Supernatural, Michael/Raphael, R (Mafia!AU, post-crisis moment, handporn)
From chaos_dreaming: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17: 'Cuckholds and Concubines' (Business!AU)

Comments

Suits : Harvey/Mike : AU

[ienablu.livejournal.com]

"So," Harvey says, conversationally, as he turns onto the highway, "What the hell happened back there?"

Mike is staring out the window, and it takes jostling his shoulder and a sharp Mike to get him to turn towards Harvey. He blinks. "Sorry, what?"

If Harvey wasn't worried before, he is now -- usually Mike is high-energy, fidgety, but now he's contained, almost listless. Harvey fights to keep his tone casual as he says, "I said, what the hell happened back there?"

"Oh. Nothing."

"You let yourself get ambushed--"

"I didn't let myself get am--"

"You let your guard down, got ambushed, got pinned to a wall by two demons, passed out, and then..." And then all the lights had burst, the windows of the warehouse had shattered, and when Harvey had finally gotten out a flashlight and looked around, the horde of demons they had been hunting were all on the ground, unconscious.

Mike had been fine.

"I don't know what happened," Mike says.

Harvey looks at him. "If you're serious about becoming a hunter, you're going to need to learn how to lie better."

A few miles pass silently, then Mike sighs. "I..." he starts, before hesitantly saying, "I heard a voice... in my head..."

Harvey looks sharply at him. "Christo."

Mike's eyes don't flash black. "I don't think it was a demon. I mean," he adds hurriedly, at Harvey's dubious look, "demons don't usually ask your permission beforehand, do they?"

"Not usually," Harvey admits. Mike goes quiet, hands fidgeting in his lap, and Harvey prompts, "So what do you think it was, then?"

Mike smiles self-deprecatingly. "Would you believe me if I said it was an angel?"

Re: Suits : Harvey/Mike : AU

[ladyknightanka.livejournal.com]

I don't know you, but I love you right now. ♥__♥

Re: Suits : Harvey/Mike : AU

[ienablu.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it! Because I wrote you something in the same vein.

Re: Suits : Harvey/Mike : AU

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bluebells/]

This is perfection. Words don't suffice to say how completely this melted me with glee. Who are you? We must be friends. :D

Re: Suits : Harvey/Mike : AU

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bluebells/]

O RLY? *dashes to read*

Made For - Supernatural - Michael/Adam/Lucifer - R - Marathon

[super-seme04.livejournal.com]

It hurts, it hurts to be loved by them.

They're holding him, holding him together and Adam can do nothing but tremble.

He lost his voice hours ago and his head lolls as he rocks between them.

Lucifer's mouth is at his ear and he's saying words that Adam can't even understand, but he answers him in soft, breathless noises and Michael's breath is a gentle, amused curl of heat against his cheek.

It hurts to be loved so completely.

"Adam, Adam, Adam..."

They say his name in languages that are now dust scattered by the wind and they're carefully knitting him back together even as they're pulling him apart.

Lucifer is a slow, all consuming cold that starts at the tip of his toes, but Michael?

Adam moans weakly then mewls and squirms when lips like fire press searing kisses to his skin that are then soothed by a mouth colder than any winter.

Michael fucks him like he's trying to conquer him.

It's like they're back in that room again and Adam is blinded by the effortless, almost arrogant brilliance that is Michael.

Lucifer bites at Adam's ear to make sure that he's not forgotten and Adam would laugh if he could, but instead, he presses back against Lucifer until he can see his breath in small, staccato puffs.

Michael lightly rakes his nails down Adam's chest and Adam makes a desperate sound as five points of fire heat his skin to a nearly impossible temperature.

He's feverish and freezing, but he doesn't want to stop.

They've been going at this for hours, maybe even days, but he doesn't want to stop.

His head lolls back against Lucifer's shoulder and his eyes flutter shut as they wring another orgasm out of him.

Lucifer licks the sweat from his cheek then smacks his lips and makes a low, pleased sound.

Adam will tell him how creepy that is once he remembers what words are.

Michael tugs him down into a kiss that leaves him a sweating, shaking wreck, so they sit up then hold him between them and love him until he feels like he's dying.

Adam is beyond exhaustion as he blindly presses wet, sloppy kisses to Micheal's mouth and Lucifer gently curls his fingers in Adam's hair then turns his head to bite at his lip.

"Perfect, perfect for us," Michael sighs as he watches them.

Adam is so happy that he could cry and he doesn't know if it's sweat or tears that Lucifer licks from his face, but he doesn't care.

'Don't let me go, don't let me go, please don't ever let me go.'

Lucifer croons at a pitch that makes the windows sing and if Michael's grip on him is now tight enough to bruise his bones, Adam doesn't notice.

Re: Made For - Supernatural - Michael/Adam/Lucifer - R - Marathon

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bluebells/]

Oh my God. Oh my God. I think you killed me.

I can retire now. Clearly, I never need to write again and I can die happily knowing there are people like you in the world.

In response to your icon and this entire delicacy: rare pairings, hell-the-fuck-yeah.

Re: Made For - Supernatural - Michael/Adam/Lucifer - R - Marathon

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

Hello stranger, I have no idea who you are, but I have to tell you that this broke me into a gibbering mess of glee.

Re: Made For - Supernatural - Michael/Adam/Lucifer - R - Marathon

[ladyknightanka.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness, I concur with everyone else. This poetic narration makes sex less a base act than something utterly beautiful. Unf, these three. ♥

"Feel" 1/3 Supernatural: Adam/Michael [bondage, sensory deprivation, fingers, some more stuff?]

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

Michael would've never done this before. Human lust is beneath him. This sin is beneath him. Or rather was beneath him, before he fell into the Cage, nearly went insane with the loss of the voice of the heavenly host and that connection to his Father at the back on his mind, and was brought out back to the world grace turned into flesh, mortal and weak.

But that was then, and this is now.

Now, Adam trails his fingers along the scars on Michael's body. Some old and ancient from wars aeons passed. Some from Lucifer in the Cage. Some even from Adam himself, once he started fighting back down there. Those fingers move all the way up to his face, skirting over the silk blindfold. Michael had been alarmed when Adam had made him wear it. He didn't mind his hands being bound, but the blindfold was a different matter. He was already lost without his grace, adjusting very badly to having only the five restrictive senses humans possessed. But Adam had insisted, voice going low and soothing with an authoritative undercurrent; like an order, as he tugged Michael's jeans off leaving the former archangel naked under him.

It had been ages since Michael had been ordered in any tone of voice. Not even Raphael who had an equal standing in Heaven had tried ordering him, once, even though he'd known Raphael would've liked too. (Even one for Michael to stop and rest and think selfishly once instead of blindly following a dead God.) Michael's been yearning to follow someone for so long, that all it took was that voice, and he'd settled in unconsciously, body going slack, as Adam tied silk around his eyes with deft fingers.

Those fingers go into his hair, rubbing a slow massage over his scalp. Michael moans, unable to help himself, arching a little into the touch. It's pleasant, comforting. He can hear a huff somewhere above him, and he's not sure but he thinks it sounds amused.

“You think too much.” Adam's breath is suddenly at his ear, and Michael would yelp and jump in a manner completely alien to his once regal angelic self, if Adam's hips weren't holding him in place. Adam's other hand is trailing over the scars on Michael's chest again, almost a light rake of blunt nails, adding to sensation. Michael thinks that Adam's smiling. He doesn't know how, but he can feel it.

“How many times have I told you not to think. Just feel Michael.” the words are punctuated with Adam flicking a nipple, and this time Michael does arch, hips connecting with Adam, against the rough fabric of Adam's jeans, and sending a surge of electricity up his spine.

“Fuck” Adam breathes out, grinding back down against Michael. And despite the roughness of the fabric against him Michael smiles, because he can imagine the face Adam is making right now. He likes the breathless quality Adam's voice has suddenly taken on.

Adam nips his ear for that, and couples it with pinching Michael's nipple, making Michael arch again. This time, Adam's prepared for it, because he presses down into Michael as Michael arches, pulling a moan out of Michael.

“Better,” Adam breathes out softly against Michael's ear, as he begins walking his fingers down Michael's skin, teasingly trailing right above his hips. Michael shivers at the cool breath on his ear, and tries to press up again, to feel more of Adam's hands, but Adam keeps his touch light and almost ticklish making wide arches over his abs, not giving Michael satisfaction.

"Feel" 2/3 Supernatural: Adam/Michael [bondage, sensory deprivation, fingers, some more stuff?]

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

It's only when Michael settles back onto the bed, that Adam continues his trek downwards stroking lightly along Michael's erection. Michael bites back a groan and doesn't try to buck into Adam this time.

“Good, just keep feeling.” Adam hums, lazily as he rubs the pad of his thumb over the tip of Michael's erection, making Michael gasp.

Briefly he wishes he still had his wings. Wishes they were still tangible. He wonders what it would feel like to have Adam's talented fingers carding through them. Maybe Adam would run his fingers through Michael's feathers like he does with Michael's hair. Or maybe he would tease along the appendages, or his joints, he thinks with a slight pleasant shudder, emphasised by a particularly gentle squeeze on him. Michael wonders if he's imagining how intense this sensation is feeling. Adam's touched him like this before, yet it's never made him become like this. He's sure if his past self or any of his brothers could see him now, they'd be disgusted. Sneer at how Michael was willingly giving himself to a boy he'd thought of as collateral and second best. At how Michael had stooped so low despite his new mortality to this type of pleasure and worship of flesh (because Adam does touch him in an almost reverential way, despite everything). But they aren't human and they haven't dealt with the enigma that is Adam Milligan who can take and give punishment in hell just as good as any angel, can forgive with more warmth than the Father who created him, and can reduce people and former angels to a mere boneless heap of nerves and flesh, singing in pleasure.

Or as Adam would crudely put it: Fuck them

There's a sharp squeeze, almost painful, and before Adam takes his hands away. “You're thinking too much again.” he cautions and Michael whimpers at the loss of those fingers. In his hair and on his skin. The pressure on the bed eases and he knows Adam's getting off.

Michael shifts alarmed, tugging at this binds and trying to get out. He's helpless here if Adam's left him, no grace to use to get himself out, and his all his human strength is useless again Adam's skill at these knots.

There's a dip in one side of the bed immediately, and fingers are back in his hair, rubbing into his temples. Above him he can hear Adam shushing him softly, yet it seems to echo in the dingy room they're in, overlapping him.

“Right here. Not leaving you.” As if to confirm it, Michael feels Adam's chapped lips press against his forehead. Adam's hips come against his again, as he pulls Michael into his lap, this time without the fabric of his jeans in the way. He never even heard the rustle of clothes being removed, but finally having this skin to skin contact is heady and almost dizzying.

Adam's fingers leave his hair. Minutes ache on by, and the only thing Michael can feel is the heat of Adam's thighs bleeding into his own. Then Adam's fingers are trailing up his thighs, around the curve of his ass, slowly around the ring of muscle, and Michael gasps knowing what comes next.

Adam leans forward again, chest pressing against Michael's own, their cocks rubbing against each other, and murmurs against Michael's lips, as he presses one finger inside Michael. “Relax. Open up for me. Come on.” With that he kisses Michael, slow, lazy, teasing Michael's mouth open with his teeth and tongue, and if Michael were standing his knees would be weak.

"Feel" 3/3 Supernatural: Adam/Michael [bondage, sensory deprivation, fingers, some more stuff?]

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

Michael does without the barest hint of hesitation, Need seeping into the way he immediately presses down into Adam's finger, and wraps his leg around Adam's waist. “More,” he begs, begs, into the kiss shameless and wanton, all his archangel pride forgotten in favour of this heat and electricity and pleasure.

Adam smiles against his lips – Michael imagines it's indulgent, it seems that way – and acquiesces sliding in another finger to join the first, and starting up a rhythm. Slow, and irregular, enough to be unpredictable and leave Michael gasping for what little breath he has left, which Adam seems intent on stealing too, while Adam's fingers search for that bundle of nerves that'll turn Michael into putty.

Adam's skin is slick with sweat, and he's warm, so very warm above Michael, and his lips are soft, and he's so hard against Michael's own erection whenever they touch with Adam's fingers thrusting into him. It's too much sensation to experience at once, with these muted human senses. But he knows Adam isn't done yet, and when Adam find his prostrate, Michael breaks the kiss, head thrown back against the pillow, too breathless to even moan. Adam laughs into the skin of his throat, as he keeps moving his fingers in and out of Michael, still achingly slow, but Michael doesn't mind because he can feel his release already creeping up on him.

Adam probably knows it too, because he takes them both in his hand, and starts stroking Michael in earnest. Fast and quick short strokes, and he's still laughing when Michael thrusts back up into his hand wildly. “You're beautiful like this,” Adam breathes out.

Michael doesn't believe it. Not when he looks at everything in hindsight. Not when his mortality is a mirror to how ugly he truly is. But when Adam says it, he thinks it might be true.

Adam crooks his fingers inside Michael, leaning in and pressing his lips to Michael's temple, and Michael forgets about everything except for Adam.

“Let go, Michael.” The words are whispered so softly, rasped into Michael's hair. It's the lowest he's ever heard Adam's voice go, and it has that undercurrent of authority again, the one that makes Michael sink into a daze and listen. “Come for me.”

Michael does, back arching into a high arch, garbled Enochian falling from his lips, as he does.

By the time he stops panting and comes down from the afterglow, Adam has pulled his fingers away, undone the binds, and the blindfold too. Adam is rubbing his fingers into where the binds have cut into his wrists and marked his skin, kissing them apologetically. Michael offers him a tired smile, watching Adam's lips intently with hooded eyes. Adam smirks when he notices.

“Round two?” he questions, quirking an amused eyebrow. Though, his fingers are already trailing over Michael's hips.

Michael tugs him into a kiss an a reply.

/slinks off to die.

/CRASHES INTO THIS THREAD

[chaos-dreaming.livejournal.com]

These are totally appropriate.

YOU. ♥. You are a beautiful, beautiful human being and holy shit, I love you. And this. And Michael's need for authority (that's what gets me most. And the amazing hotness of it all, but specifically...).

HOW I LOVE YOU, LET ME COUNT THE WAYS!

...okay, I'm going to slink out of here and um-- do work and not read this again. Honest. Okay, so maybe I will read this again. And again. Then tag you, and come back to reading this.

Re: "Feel" 3/3 Supernatural: Adam/Michael [bondage, sensory deprivation, fingers, some more stuff?]

[ladyknightanka.livejournal.com]

*revives you with a handy-dandy phoenix down*

Hnnn, how gorgeous is this? Adam reminds me of the pretty blond bishounen in the anime I used to watch, who were so uke it hurt, and I think that's always at the back of my mind somewhere, though I've since grown past it. Here, though, it's so easy to feel Michael's need for someone to take charge, after so long of blindly following orders. His need for that stability is perfect and palpable and dom!Adam burns hotter than angel grace. You're never allowed to die, capisce?

♥

Re: /CRASHES INTO THIS THREAD

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

AM not. You're just too kind. And your porn is way better than mine.

I find this hilarious, because this is a complete 180 from what's happening in their porn thread, since Michael's doing all the teasing and Adam's the one going "fuck me already".

Re: "Feel" 3/3 Supernatural: Adam/Michael [bondage, sensory deprivation, fingers, some more stuff?]

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

Okay.

I am ridiculously sad that no one writes dom!Adam. (Me included in that list.) With his nature, it makes sense he'd be ridiculously dominant in bed. And even when he's bottoming, it'd be along his terms. And then there's Michael who like every angel is used to following orders. And well Midam is the kind of pairing that works with so many dynamics. And maybe it's because somewhere down the line I developed the headcanon that Adam was a BDSM dom. Boy would the Winchesters have fun when/if they found out.

TBH, if SPN was a yaoi anime, Adam would so be the bitchy uke, and Michael the rough dominating seme.

Re: "Feel" 3/3 Supernatural: Adam/Michael [bondage, sensory deprivation, fingers, some more stuff?]

[ladyknightanka.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's already my canon that he's a bossy bottom. Blue and I had a good giggle over that when I was writing my spn_j2_bigbang, but now that you're laying everything out like this, hnnnnn, yes, he and Michael would make the perfect dom/sub duo. *drools*

And yeah, my sister and I have already dubbed Adam a real bishounen. XDD

Re: "Feel" 3/3 Supernatural: Adam/Michael [bondage, sensory deprivation, fingers, some more stuff?]

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

They would. I think I unconsciously write them from those perspectives. My Midam fic is different depending on whom is the dom in my space of writing, at the time.

He is scarily pretty for a real life person. Even my aunts drooled over him.

Re: Made For - Supernatural - Michael/Adam/Lucifer - R - Marathon

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

Oh hi, lovely person that write lovely, aching, beautiful M/A/L porn that's really too poetic to be called porn. Let me love you?

Re: Made For - Supernatural - Michael/Adam/Lucifer - R - Marathon

[super-seme04.livejournal.com]

:U/ You write AMAZING ficcy things that are Adam centric and you wrote Somewhere to Begin (which sparked my interest/squee in Raphael/Balthazar).

This is just a shameless bribe/offering to encourage *you* to never stop writing, so please don't! LOL You can't stop now that I've found you! *clings to your leg*

Re: Made For - Supernatural - Michael/Adam/Lucifer - R - Marathon

[super-seme04.livejournal.com]

\:D/ HELLO AND HOORAY!

Re: Made For - Supernatural - Michael/Adam/Lucifer - R - Marathon

[super-seme04.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you! This was actually my very first time writing this pairing, so I'm glad that people are enjoying it!

Re: Made For - Supernatural - Michael/Adam/Lucifer - R - Marathon

[super-seme04.livejournal.com]

Hallo and you're far too kind!

*opens her arms to receive this love*

SPN, Michael/Adam, Do No Evil, Sensory Deprivation, PG!

[ladyknightanka.livejournal.com]

A/N: I actually wanted to write something like this (but more Winmillcest-y) as a multichapter story, but you know how I am with all my muses, no? I had fun writing it as a drabble for you, though, and there may yet be more in the future for this broken Adam. Enjoy, my darling! ♥

-

Adam sits facing a large window, through which sunbeams filter to halo over him. He knows because, when he reaches out a hand, the glass is cool, slick, against his palm, the sun's rays warm across his upturned face.

It's familiar for him to be this way and some may say that he's forgotten again, but change honestly terrifies him these days, even if the alternative, inertia, means no one cares. Sam, Dean and Bobby can abandon him here, can forget to feed him or put him down to bed, forever, till he withers away to dust in the rickety old wheelchair they'd stolen from who-knows-where. This is pleasant.

He doesn't hear wings flutter so much as feel the otherwise still air of his room displace, a sadness that is not his washing over him. He turns his head as far as he can, unable to wheel the chair around, and mouths a name. Michael.

The archangel shines brighter than the sun above, precisely the way he had, so many centuries ago, in the beautiful room, but that was once upon a time, when Adam actually had the ability to consider so much else – nature's panoramas, human faces, good and bad sounds. Now, he only sees that light, only hears angel-song and mankind's strongest emotions. He can't even tell someone when his bladder acts up. That can put things into perspective.

Michael's light bears down on him, arching huge over Adam's fragile human frame, but it isn't scary anymore. He and Lucifer have done their very worst already and Adam no longer bothers trying to be anything but a receptacle for them.

Michael touches his cheek – with a hand that isn't a hand – and Adam leans into him, relishing a reprieve from the constant ache that assails his broken body. Music fills the emptiness left behind. It doesn't broach his ears, but the delightful buoyancy that makes Adam's fingers and toes tingle reminds him of music, nonetheless. It's Michael's way of speaking to him.

The notes are lilting and sweet, welling with vertiginous highs and stomach-dropping lows, thrumming with Adam's blood through his veins. His soul is a harp with torn strings and Michael is slowly, surely, mending him for a final performance.

Adams sighs contentedly and extends a hand. It's invisible to him, ironically enough, yet he knows the exact moment that it passes through Michael, finding purchase in his gossamer wings. Really, it makes sense that he can't see himself – that he is nothing allowed to experience everything, perhaps undeservedly. He's always been Plan B.

“I am so sorry,” Michael trills, his lament rebounding between his own grace and Adam's welcoming soul.

Adam feels his lips quirk without his permission. His brothers are unaware of Michael's presence. If they weren't, he would feel their cacophonous panic, their disgust, much closer to him. Instead, there is only Michael, the beautiful, destructive being who had torn him apart, then pieced him back together again.

It's okay, he thinks, with all his measly mortal might. I forgive you.

And together they sit in the sun.

Re: Made For - Supernatural - Michael/Adam/Lucifer - R - Marathon

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

*heaps love on you*