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You're giving Gabriel all sorts of mixed signals here, big brother.

"Either you want to get grabby, or you don't. Pick one." Even as he talks, he has the sudden realization this was difficult for Lucifer too. On the one hand, good; it should be. On the other...

Gabriel scoots back on the bed, laying on his back and folding his hands behind his head in a show of casualness he doesn't entirely feel. "What do you think are the odds of being locked into this room until we got our shit sorted if anyone we know knows we're both in the same spot?"

He did want to get grabby. Where was that decisiveness now, anyway? But Gabriel leant back on the bed, just lay there looking like he didn't care less, didn't care what Lucifer did. He wasn't sure whether he believed the casualness he was seeing.

"I think if they locked us in here," he said, casting an upward glance. "Then one of us would die. And since I promised not to hurt you, it'd have to be me."

He stretched out beside his brother slowly - very, very carefully, propping his head on his hand so that he could look uncomfortably down at Gabriel.

"I don't want to kill you. I never did," he says quietly before there's a fleeting grin as he realizes that he just quoted a movie. He should probably watch it again sometime.

"There's no booby traps on or in the bed, if that's on your mind." Deliberately misinterpreting Lucifer's discomfort, yep.

"I don't care what you want. I'm not staying in this apartment with you for the rest of the next eternity. I'd sooner take the cage again."

But there was light dancing in his eyes. He had a sense of humor too, and though perhaps it wasn't so refined as Gabriel's...

He laid his free hand in the center of his brother's chest.

"It's been a long time."

Gabriel gives his brother a mock-outraged look. "Are you saying that my company sucks? That's it, not gonna share my candy bars with you."

Gabriel looks down at his brother's hand and then back up at his face. "Yeah, it has."

It was like he was given permission to cast aside some of what had gone before. All the killing... But now he folded into Gabriel, and folded his hands across his chest, and rest his chin on the back of them, looking up at him. Cool eyes, absolute attention and focus.

"Longer than it should have been."

"Turning yourself into a blanket?" Gabriel closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again. "It was. Planning on playing catch-up?"

Gabriel's keeping his own hands in place, uncertain what to do with them. He can figure it out later.

It went to show that maybe Gabriel was starting to tentatively trust him after all, if he was closing his eyes like that. Lucifer took it as a sign, and pulled himself upward, pressing his nose into the crook of Gabriel's throat.

"So I've graduated from archangel to blanket? That's good to know."

"You're the one laying on me," he points out, tilting his head back and moving his hands out of the way to do so, one hand tentatively resting on his brother's back.

"It seems like I got what I wanted from you after all. A hug." Although this was better than a hug. Better than the last time they'd embraced like this. Neither of them was trying to kill the other, for one thing.

He exhaled into his brother's hair, then tipped his head, bluntly grazing his teeth against Gabriel's jaw. He'd promised not to hurt him, so he couldn't, and his mouth was soft. "What if I've changed my mind?"

Yes, the lack of trying to kill each other was nice. Hopefully, they can keep it that way.

"Changed your mind about what?" Oh yeah. Gabriel definitely noticed that and he fists his hand in the back of Lucifer's shirt reflexively.

He noticed the change in tension, when it happened. Not so much Gabriel's anxiety any more as something very different. Just tension. So he did it again, to see if it was just a fluke, and then sighed into Gabriel's ear.

"I want to know what new tricks you've learned, since I stopped teaching them to you."

A shudder runs down Gabriel's back this time and he catches himself before he rocks up against his brother. "I've gotten better at my constructs. Making them seem more real."

As seen by the fact he got out of the hotel alive. Badly injured, but alive.

He noticed the shudder, even though Gabriel was still holding himself back. But that was okay, Lucifer was patient. Lucifer was just feeling his way through this, testing his brother, and it was working so far.

He moved up, and kissed the corner of his brother's mouth. "Show me, Gabriel."

"You fell for the snake, didn't you?" Gabriel teases, his free hand now resting on the back of Lucifer's head. "And where do you think my furniture came from?"

"I hate your furniture," he answered, and ignored the rest of the question, such as it was. He kissed Gabriel then, light and questing, and very brief. He pulled back to look at him, almost as though he was asking if it was still okay.

"This wasn't exactly what I came here for."

"Good thing I made it for me, not you, then," he retorts.

Then his brother kisses him and he shorts out for a moment, blinking up at him. "No, I imagine not. Which leads me to ask what you did show up for."

"To see if it was a fluke. You tricked me, and then you stayed away. You let me think you were dead."

He kissed him again, but still not intently, still only curiously.

"I can feel your grace, Gabriel. But if this isn't you, then show me. No more copies."

"If I didn't trick you, you would have come looking for me to finish the job and I was in no shape to fight you off," Gabriel points out after Lucifer kisses him. "I'm really me. There is no real me hiding in a closet or on the opposite side of the planet."

He paused, looking down at his brother, paying very close attention to his face and what was underneath it. He'd been so sure last time, but it had been a trick. Now Gabriel said it was him. It had to be him, didn't it?

Gabriel wouldn't lie to him.

~~Hahaha~~

And once more he closed his lips on Gabriel's, lingering now, bringing his hand up to wrap around his brother's jaw, his touch as gentle as the brush of feathers.

Gabriel looks up at him steadily before nudging him with a wing as a bit of 'See? I'm really here.'.

Gabriel makes a soft sound, pressing into the kiss and tightening his grip on the back of his brother's shirt again.

Okay. That was definitely okay. It was still very experimental - not that Lucifer didn't know how to sin, but this was still his brother, still Gabriel. So he took it slowly, asking for Gabriel to open his mouth, sliding their tongues together, a catch of teeth on teeth.

Always gentle, because those were the rules he'd laid down, and he didn't expect Gabriel to release him from them. This was the reunion he'd been hoping for; not deceit and betrayal.

Lucifer, you would probably give Freud a field day. Assuming he doesn't just throw his hands in the air and finds something stiff to drink.

Gabriel makes another quiet sound, opening his mouth for Lucifer and letting his tongue meet his; the hand on the back of his brother's head sliding down to rest on his back and join the first hand fisted in the back of the shirt.

It's very difficult to be jealous of your father for banging your mom when you're an archangel of the lord. But brothers and father figures he can do, and transferring his own feelings about Michael down the line had always been so very easy with Gabriel. Not that that was exactly what this entailed, but it was wound up in all those complex neuroses none the less.

He'd still successfully got his hug, though, which was an advantage. So was the opportunity to explore Gabriel's mouth at will, which he took full advantage of. Power, anticipation--a shiver of his wings that sounded more like the rustle of a million silver bells. His hand released Gabriel's jaw, moving down to instead pluck open the buttons of his shirt.

Corrupting an angel really wasn't the same thing. But he'd begun this in the very beginning, fraying at the perfect edges of another of his father's sons, loving Gabriel; protecting him; but twisting him too, giving him the independent spirit that Lucifer had fought to develop all on his own. Now those chickens were coming home to roost. If anything was a betrayal of their design, then this had to be it.

That really does make one of Freud's main obsessions inapplicable, doesn't it? Maybe that can be the reason for his drink.

Gabriel rocks his hips up as Lucifer goes for his shirt, making an eager sound into the kiss. The stress and worry of earlier is falling away in the face of other priorities.

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