Nov 11, 2011 15:16
prompt me,
genre: slash,
fandom: criminal minds,
genre: total au,
pairing: michael/adam milligan,
fandom: supernatural,
genre: crossover,
activity: meme,
fandom: suits,
fandom: multiple,
fandom: percy jackson,
pairing: harvey specter/mike ross,
genre: canon/minor au,
pairing: lucifer/sam winchester,
pairing: castiel/dean winchester,
word count: 1000-4999,
life: birthdays,
fandom: rpf/rps,
word count: 100-999,
life: hello,
fanfiction: oneshot,
fanfiction,
pairing: jake abel/logan lerman
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Michael is not quite sure what he's supposed to do when Castiel suddenly flies into the garden and says, “Dean wishes for you to fix his half-brother. Now.” He only knows that a level of terror he's never before experienced, particularly for a human, pits in the core of his grace. Before Castiel can blink, Michael is gone, reappearing where his former vessel is.
He's in the parking lot of a dilapidated motel. He can sense Adam, but doesn't immediately see him. Overhead, a sign reads Hotel, which isn't the most clever name, and it's worse because the 't' is blinking weakly, so it looks like a poorly spelled hole half the time. This place is a hole, a pit, and it makes Michael sad that Adam traded one pit for another.
He ponders this for a minute and twenty three seconds when a familiar voice says, “Hey,” from somewhere above his head. He looks and finds Adam with his legs dangling off the roof of the motel, above the humble sign, and Michael becomes worried again. Adam doesn't seem injured - if anything, he's slouched into Sam's large jacket, the most relaxed Michael has ever seen him - but what if he jumps? Catching him is similar, but not congruent to saving him.
Adam, however, isn't in any rush to dash his brains against the sidewalk below. He crooks a lazy smile once Michael flits beside him, blue eyes hooded sleepily, and the archangel finally notices what he's holding between two elegant fingers: a lit cigarette, smoke dancing off its tip and floating in the wind.
“What's up?” Adam asks him. He pauses, then adds, “Other than us,” with an even bigger grin.
Michael stares hard at the cigarette, wondering if there's something stronger than nicotine within it, before he says, “Your brother is worried about you. He requested my presence.”
“Oh,” Adam sighs. He brings the cigarette to his lips, sucks in a long breath, and blows out a line of smoke that almost takes a recognizable form. “Guess that's why he dragged Sam outta here so fast. I thought he just wanted some alone time. What's got the princess's panties in a twist now?” Michael forgoes answering to look pointedly at the cigarette. Adam's fingers clench tighter around it in response. He knows. “Why don't you take your self-righteousness and fuck yourself with it?” he snaps, his mellow melting away.
“You'll kill yourself,” Michael replies softly. His newest vessel's eyes shine with his earnestness, his grace thrums with it, but Adam continues to glower.
When his lips next allow smoke to escape, it hits the archangel directly in the face, acrid even to something inhuman. “And, if you really need me, you'll just bring me back. What's the point of bitching.”
Michael doesn't choke or cough. His nostrils flare to breathe in deep, angry. “I don't like it when you're hurt. I hate myself for ever hurting you. If it keeps you from hurting yourself, however, I will hurt you myself.” He waves his hand. All the smoke in the air disperses, as do the molecules of his vessel and Adam's body. The only thing left is the cigarette butt, which falls to the ground, still lit.
“W-what are you doing?” Adam exclaims, his cheeks an outraged red, upon registering his new location, tossed across Michael's lap like a wayward child.
“If you do something naughty, you must be punished,” Michael answers reasonably, raising his arm. Before Adam can retort, the archangel's hand falls heavily down, on the seat of Adam's baggy jeans, inspiring a shocked gasp. Michael wants to stop then, but Adam begins to curse, which means he hasn't repented enough yet, so Michael remains firm in his authoritative disposition.
Adam lasts just under ten minutes before he apologizes, a broken string of, “I'm so sorry.” He is still blushing, but for a different reason now, his eyes bright with an arousal Michael can feel against his own thigh, hot as holy grace. The archangel is disinclined to release him, but does so regardless, accepting the glare that is leveled on him with mien. “What now?” Adam inquires, shuffling uncomfortably.
“After punishment, comfort,” Michael smiles. He opens up his arms and they're instantly filled again.
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and um, HOT!!!!!!!!!!!
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Also, my first time writing spanking, yay! Glad it was okay, darling. XD
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More than okay, bb, it was HOT!
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Two kinks that are normally not up my alley and, yet, I'm sold. And spanking on the rooftop with follow-up comfort, no less? Ngh, brain. They don't mind an exhibition, do they? Smoking works so well in this sort of scenario because, in spite of the fact that it's a disgusting and often socially inconsiderate habit, half the allure is that disregard for personal well-being; the way it lights the person's eyes as they take the long, slow drag. Seduction by flirting with cancer. I hate smoking, but gdang you, now I want to write shotgunning. XD
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I'm not a fan of smoking IRL either; I can't stand within a foot of someone who smokes, even if they're Jake Abel, lol. But, with Adam, I can see it as canon, even if Jake didn't smoke himself. We've already seen that the Winchesters are slaves to their vices, Dean his alcohol and Sam the demon blood, so why would Adam be different? It seems like, since they're already so often at risk of death, something that offers comfort, even if it's fatal, is worth taking a risk. And spanking, too. I don't read/write it very often, but a request is a request and it was a fun request. :)
If you write shotgunning, all my hangups about smoking will blow out the window. So delighted that I elicited you to enjoy something you typically wouldn't. Thank you, love!
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They are fun to write. I can totally imagine Adam being bratty and having a Winchester vice, like Dean with his drinking, that Michael has to deal with.
*smishes and snuggles* It was no problem at all. ♥
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Michael spaking Adam shouldn't be so very good! BUT IT IS!
I wanna more Adam!Spaking!
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