The fight goes on and on, and Sam is barely conscious anymore inside the body that's been bruised and battered beyond recognition, and after months and years and millennia with blood and sweat thrown everywhere Michael looks up through Adam's eyes and says, "What have you done to me?"
There's fear in those eyes. Sam doesn't understand. But above and around him Lucifer smiles. "You're in Hell, my brother," he says, sweeping Sam's arms out grandly. "Did you think you would not fall at last to sin?"
"No," says Michael. Adam's gaze is full of horror. His lips are trembling.
Lucifer captures them with Sam's lips, and Michael despite himself moans and falls into them. Somewhere deep inside them the souls of Sam and Adam recoil in horror. But they have been in Hell too, and they have felt the temptation that soaks through every stone here. The desire, as Michael raises Adam's hand to rip Sam's clothes, to give in and finally fall. The hopelessness, as a hot mouth sears the pink flesh of Adam's skin, that leads a soul to take whatever pleasure he can find. There is no grand reward left for being virtuous now. Might as well give in.
Lucifer keens as Adam's teeth graze his thigh. When he whispers hot in Adam's ear, Michael keens. "You've ruined me, brother."
"I've done no such thing," Lucifer murmurs, honey-sweet, as he rakes a hand across Adam's chest and reels him in. "I've simply won."
Lucifer wins. And lost in the groans and silk touch-thrusts of skin and muscle, breathing fast, feeling the brimstone rise through their blood, Sam and Adam find they can't bring themselves to feel bad about it.
THANK YOU! Loved it, especially the last line. I figured all 4 would be so bored in the pit, that this would inevitably happen. I liked how both sets of brothers were aware of what was happening, at different levels.
The fight goes on and on, and Sam is barely conscious anymore inside the body that's been bruised and battered beyond recognition, and after months and years and millennia with blood and sweat thrown everywhere Michael looks up through Adam's eyes and says, "What have you done to me?"
There's fear in those eyes. Sam doesn't understand. But above and around him Lucifer smiles. "You're in Hell, my brother," he says, sweeping Sam's arms out grandly. "Did you think you would not fall at last to sin?"
"No," says Michael. Adam's gaze is full of horror. His lips are trembling.
Lucifer captures them with Sam's lips, and Michael despite himself moans and falls into them. Somewhere deep inside them the souls of Sam and Adam recoil in horror. But they have been in Hell too, and they have felt the temptation that soaks through every stone here. The desire, as Michael raises Adam's hand to rip Sam's clothes, to give in and finally fall. The hopelessness, as a hot mouth sears the pink flesh of Adam's skin, that leads a soul to take whatever pleasure he can find. There is no grand reward left for being virtuous now. Might as well give in.
Lucifer keens as Adam's teeth graze his thigh. When he whispers hot in Adam's ear, Michael keens. "You've ruined me, brother."
"I've done no such thing," Lucifer murmurs, honey-sweet, as he rakes a hand across Adam's chest and reels him in. "I've simply won."
Lucifer wins. And lost in the groans and silk touch-thrusts of skin and muscle, breathing fast, feeling the brimstone rise through their blood, Sam and Adam find they can't bring themselves to feel bad about it.
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