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[angelfire]

"I have...a craving," he said, tipping his head down slightly, not quite meeting his brother's eyes. "For something."

And he continued another step, closing the distance little by little. "I couldn't say exactly what for, but I'm sure you have some kind of idea. You're better at these kinds of things than I am, after all, hm Gabriel?"

[lotsoflaughs]

"What, admitting little brother may be more experienced than you?" Gabriel teases, still backing up. At least until he hits the couch, at which point he sits on it.

Of course, there's good reason for Lucifer not getting the chance to gain that experience first. Doesn't stop Gabriel from a bout of good-natured picking on his big brother.

[angelfire]

Lucifer's eyes flashed--either danger or playfulness. But in any case, he was all challenging grace and licking his lips, and he climbed up onto his brother's lap, wings rustling.

"You think you have more experience than me?" he teased, lightly. "Not all of us can star in pornography, though, I suppose."

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[lotsoflaughs]

For Gabriel's own peace of mind, he's going with the second option. He settles his hands easily on his brother's waist and opens his mouth to respond to Lucifer's question before the next sentence takes more priority. "You know about the video I left for them?"

That's the only explanation.

/shakes fist at it! lucifer isn't spam

[angelfire]

"I know things, Gabriel. And even if I hadn't seen the film, you forget, I'd been locked in the cage for a very long time. I know all the ways in and all the ways out, and if you hadn't told them, I'd have done it myself."

Lucifer plucked at the collar of Gabriel's shirt thoughtfully. "Though I have to tell you, my favorite part was when you stopped talking."

It once decided it really hated a Sam and all of that Sam's comments went to spam.

[lotsoflaughs]

"The part that I knew would be more than the boys ever wanted to see, you mean?" Gabriel tilts his head back a bit as he talks, showing the mark Lucifer left on his throat that had been mostly hidden by said collar of his shirt. The bruising had mostly faded, although Lucifer's name is still there and doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.

Anyway, moving back to a slightly earlier subject than the one he actually addressed. "Why would you have told them? For additional challenge or something else?" Always fun to hear that his emergency plan B for if things went south was something his brother would have had shared as well.

Pff Sam Spam

[angelfire]

The mark he'd left behind was still there, and Lucifer let his thumb slide across it. His. Gabriel was his, and that wasn't going to change any time soon. Even just that little hint of submission was enough to get his blood up, and his voice was a little husky, a little distracted, when he answered Gabriel's next question.

"Hope. Humans have hope It's what keeps them moving forward. I wanted the Winchesters in Detroit, and one way or another, that was where they would be. It was our Father's plan from the beginning."

[lotsoflaughs]

A shiver runs down Gabriel's back as Lucifer touches the mark he'd left behind and he shifts in place slightly. Looks like the sensitivity didn't go down either.

"I wonder if He saw the monkey wrench they tossed in coming. Dad doesn't seem to mind, given He didn't put things back on track." That's probably going to be the only thing Gabriel says about it. Their Father was a touchy subject that he'd rather leave alone.

[angelfire]

Oh, that's good. Watching Gabriel squirm under his touch--it's wonderful. He keeps his hand there, teasing his thumbnail back and forth, then letting a whisper of his grace sweep over the surface, brightening the mark again, getting deep under Gabriel's skin.

"He wanted our brother in the cage with me. Something is changing up here now, Gabriel, without us. That's the point." He tips his head. "So let's leave them to play their silly games, and enjoy our freedom."

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel's shivers turn to shudders and a small whimper escapes before he can stop it. It won't take too much more to get him willing to do whatever Lucifer wants to in bed. Or out of it, if he picks a different part of the house.

"Since Michael isn't here skinning me alive, I'm guessing you didn't tell or show him how to leave." Gabriel loves oldest brother, but he has the feeling that Michael getting anywhere near him is a bad idea.

[angelfire]

Such a lovely noise, and Lucifer leans in, his mouth and tongue sliding against the mark, teasing deliberately, eager to summon more of the sounds from him.

"Michael is still in the Cage," he insisted. "Nobody's going to skin you alive but me."

He bit down on the mark, and took advantage of the opportunity to slide his hand into Gabriel's lap as he did, squeezing him through the fabric of his pants.

[lotsoflaughs]

Lucifer's efforts pull a cry out of Gabriel that's soon followed by other sounds and a rock of his hips. Gabriel wants to find something to say in response but he's becoming quickly too distracted to think of something relevant to say.

A scattered part of his brain wants to move them to the bed but right now, the couch was good too.

[angelfire]

This was always too easy. Not that he minded it being easy. He smiled into Gabriel's neck, moving his other hand back down to open his brother's fly, but that was as far as they wandered. They came back to Gabriel's face instead, both of them, framing his cheeks and drawing him in toward him, kissing his brother firmly; hot and wet.

He lashed his tongue against Gabriel's lips, and let his grace expand a little into the space between them.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel makes an eager sound when his brother opens his jeans before it becomes disappointed instead when that's as far as it goes. Then Lucifer's kissing him and he parts his lips for him as his hands fist in the front of his brother's shirt.

His own grace reaches out to meet Lucifer's, trying to twine with it.

[angelfire]

There. That was the connection that he'd been waiting for; that magnificent tangle of grace, as Gabriel folds into him, and he reciprocates, his method demanding - insistent - as ever. He kisses until Gabriel responds with more noises, but really his secret weapon is his grace, clashing against Gabriel's light, embracing it, becoming a part of it.

He broke the kiss, panting against his brother's lips. "Are you disappointed that I stopped? How much do you want my hands on you?"

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel isn't quite as overloaded as last time since he was expecting the intensity this time, but he's still left shuddering in reaction. He submits quickly and lets Lucifer control the way their grace tangles together, well aware that his big brother likes to be the one in charge.

Gabriel pants for his own breath for a moment before answering his brother. "Yes, and a lot." Okay, there needs to be more to that answer, even if it might not be verbal. He rocks his hips up to demonstrate how much he wants his brother's attention.

[angelfire]

When it comes to this - this feeling - there's nothing like it in existence. Two angels entangled; their spirits as well as their bodies. There was no replacing it, no replacement for his brothers. No replacement for Gabriel. Their sheer power didn't have any mimic, and together--together it was an effort to keep the fabric of the world from cracking apart around them

"Mm," he purred, as Gabriel rose toward him. "Yes, yes you do. Let me help you with that."

He changed his position over Gabriel, bringing his knee down between his legs rather than straddling across them, and he ground up against him.

"Shall we take this to bed, brother?"

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel gasps and his hands tighten their grip on Lucifer's shirt, tearing it, as he rocks his hips up again to get more friction. "Yeah."

That question was all the permission he needed to take them to the bedroom he's actually using, dropping them on a bed that was basically a large half-circle that's lower set than the last bed. He lets himself fall back to be laying on the bed, dragging his brother with him by the now torn shirt and eagerly presses a kiss on him, rocking up against him.