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[lotsoflaughs]

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[lotsoflaughs]

"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?"

[angelfire]

"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."

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"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."

[angelfire]

"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."

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"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."

[angelfire]

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.

[lotsoflaughs]

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.

[angelfire]

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.

[lotsoflaughs]

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.

[angelfire]

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.

[lotsoflaughs]

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.

[angelfire]

This is definitely better than fighting. Gabriel's responses are all the reassurance he needs, such that it actually startles a laugh out of him as his brother twists up to meet him. The kiss is hungry enough to sustain itself throughout the pulling of buttons, past the tugging of the shirt from his shoulders, soft pads of fingers exploring bare skin.

So many smartass things he could say in that moment, if he didn't have a mouthful of Gabriel's tongue, Gabriel's noises. He shifted his own body, locking himself across Gabriel's thigh, where no part of that stimulating movement could be lost, returning the favor just as eagerly.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel agrees. So much better. He moans and works on shoving the top layer of shirt off his brother's shoulders, intending to go for the t-shirt under it next. Given his position, his own shirt is going nowhere fast so unless and until he gets to sit up and remove it properly, he may as well work on Lucifer's.

He'd only meant to rock up once, but as it seems his brother wants more, he keeps moving; getting more turned on as he does so.

[angelfire]

Unexpectedly, Lucifer is as cooperative as it gets, letting Gabriel peel him out of his clothing without comment, though it did mean breaking the kiss to take the eventual reward. He was panting, the smile on his face indomitable.

"If only I'd known this was the way to get you on side," he purred. "And you're right--you were right, Gabriel. Only an angel could ever satisfy me. Aren't you even a little curious what you've been missing out on? What real divinity feels like?"

[lotsoflaughs]

"I'm pretty sure you'll be the only one capable of tiring me out in a long time," Gabriel says, not quite answering the question. Sure, Kali's come close, but...

Right, time to actually answer his brother. More or less. "I might be."

[angelfire]

Lucifer laughed, a true laugh for once, a little less mocking than usual. When he laid his hand on his brother's chest again, half the lights on the eastern seaboard flickered. They were engulfed in it, resplendent; two archangels winding their grace together, twisting wings about wings. The bed was an illusion as much as anything else, an earthly distraction, and Lucifer pulled Gabriel away from it, and stripped him uniformly. The next time their lips met, the power actually went out--but it wasn't for them, one shining window in the New York skyline pouring heavenly light like a beacon.

"Something like that?"

[lotsoflaughs]

"Yeah. Something like," he says, a little dazed. Apparently, it's been longer than he thought since the last time he'd done anything like.

"I think we broke the electricity," he adds with a smirk before eagerly kissing his brother again, working to get Lucifer naked as well. Turnabout was fair play in this instance and he's eager for more.

[angelfire]

Good he thought. They could do without it for a while. It was good to knock his brother back a little, surprise him, and Gabriel was clearly enjoying the exercise; even as they broke physics, fell through dimensions and back again, without ever losing their place. His clothes were lost between planes of matter, and he poured himself into the kiss, physically lashing his tongue against Gabriel's, yes, but reaching inside him to twist possessively around his spirit too.

His hands were still soft - impossibly soft, considering the other efforts he was going to - as though the last thing he ever intended was to leave a single bruise on his brother's body. None the less he curled them eagerly about Gabriel's ass, tugging him closer, pulling him up to meet the thrust of his hips.

[lotsoflaughs]

Could they really be said to be breaking physics when they've never been constrained by them in the first place?

Gabriel gasps into the kiss as he felt Lucifer tighten around him, some bit of himself trying to return the favor a small amount although he's quite certain that his big brother intends to be the driver.

He eagerly rocks against Lucifer, even as his arms go up to drape themselves over the back of his brother's neck. So far as he's concerned, they could return to the bed at any time now.

[angelfire]

Lucifer is much of a same mind. The bed, the apartment, everything clicks back into place, even the lights come back on--everywhere but with them. In the bedroom only the illumination of the streetlights stays with them, and Lucifer's fingers slither down Gabriel's thighs, urging him to wrap his legs around him.

"I can't hurt you, Gabriel. Not even a little." Not even as much as was necessary. "Not until you release me from my promise. Release me, Gabriel."

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel doesn't need much prompting to wrap his legs around his brother's waist, eyes not quite focusing right. He nods, licking his lips. "Sure, okay. You can hurt me."

He tugs slightly at the back of Lucifer's neck, trying to urge him over to the bed. The sooner they move on, the better.

[angelfire]

That was what he wanted to hear. He dug his fingernails into Gabriel's skin, and with a strong flap of his wings, they moved back to the bed. There was strength there; he pinned him down, bent him over underneath him, his arms locking underneath Gabriel's knees, his face hovering between them.

Pain was nothing. Irrelevant. Preparation was for humans, for the fragile, and Gabriel was an archangel. His little brother, practically a god in his own right--certainly more godly than those who claimed the title.

He pinned him down, kept Gabriel's gaze, and pressed himself inside.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Ahh..." A shudder runs down Gabriel's back as he feels his brother start to fill him, back arching slightly. He lets go of Lucifer, forming a tight grip in the blankets under him instead. No point accidentally drawing blood even if the injury would heal near immediately.

He gives his brother a shaky grin. "Planning on teasing me first?"

[angelfire]

"If that's what you want. I could just stay here. A week or two; a month, an eternity. Let you feel me."

He shivered, though, because that wasn't what he wanted at all, and Gabriel could probably see through his desire. Gabriel knew him better than he did; he had experience that Lucifer didn't, and yet--

He pulled him closer abruptly, and his hands pulled up, took hold of Gabriel's shoulders and anchored himself. His thrust was rough, enough to make the earth shake, if only they were really still attached to it.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel's response is lost as he cries out instead, rocking his hips up to meet his brother. It's only a split second decision to open himself up for Lucifer, make it easier to sense the best ways to get the reactions he wants out of him.

He lets his eyes fall shut as he pants for breath, aware of each thrust into him and very aware of who was doing it. To say that he wasn't expecting to be doing this with Lucifer, of all people, an hour ago was an understatement.