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[purity_fallen]

The Absolute Obedience Meme

1. Post with your character.

2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies.

3. Any orders.

4. Any orders.

Meme Strategy: There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he

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Michael | Supernatural | Anything goes

[righteous_son]

I cannot decide if I want to go seriously creepy dark or fluffy :T

[was_angelcondom]

Michael. [He pats a seat on the sofa next to where he's lazily sprawled.] Come here.

...that is a question for the ages, that is.

[righteous_son]

[The only indication that anything was amiss was the slight furrow of Michael's brows as he moved to sit where Adam had indicated.]

Hmmm?

Sob, decisions, decisions

[was_angelcondom]

[Adam smiles, leaning in a little, and trailing his fingers over Michael's side.]

Why are you sitting so far? Move in a little closer.

/PILES ALL THE DECISIONS ON YOU

[righteous_son]

Mmm… If you insist...

[He is moving before the last words is fully formed, sliding closer to Adam and trying not to think about why something felt… off.]

GODDAMNIT... er let's go with like the mindfuck AU? or would you be cool with fluff?

[was_angelcondom]

[Thinking is overrated any way. Adam brings up his free hand to cup Michael's face, stroking along his jaw gently. His gaze is soft, comforting, as he shifts closer to Michael revelling in the heat, this.]

Kiss me.

8D /DRAPES ALL OVER. Imma just follow your lead 8D

[righteous_son]

[Yeah, perhaps it is sometimes. But Michael enjoyed thinking, liked questioning things, and right now? Right now all he knew was he was compelled to obey, as if Adam's word was more resolute than his Father's.

The archangel made a soft noise before leaning forward to capture Adam's lips in a kiss, slow and soft and thorough.]

Fine, don't hate me for this later. /goes with the mindfuck meme au

[was_angelcondom]

[For a brief moment Adam almost forgets why he's doing this and loses himself in the kiss. Angling his mouth to kiss Michael better, hand moving to tangle in Michael's hair, stroking the base of the archangel's head, almost straddling Michael. (It's almost like how they used to kiss before the branding. When Michael still wanted Adam.) The key word here is "almost"; because Adam does remember. This is not supposed to be about this.

Reluctantly pulling away - and he hates himself for that reluctance - he sits back and smiles. It's supposed to be soft, but there's a sort of ice in that smile. Shark-like. Mirroring Michael's own smile.]

You trust me right?

LIKE I COULD HATE YOU FOR THIS. BAH.

[righteous_son]

[It's the bitter memories, the flashes of what they were before that jostles Michael, the fact that he can remember. He pushes it down, kisses Adam and shivers at the fingers at the base of his skull; when Adam pulls away he draws his tongue along his bottom lip oddly content to just wait.

The fraction of a second of reluctance is perfect, it almost makes Michael smile, but he holds it back and watches Adam with sharp blue eyes. He nearly scoffs at the question.

Of course he doesn't.]

Of course.

You Will

[was_angelcondom]

[Still smiling, he continues tracing Michael's jaw with his fingers. He wants to laugh and be mad at that at the same time. The lie is so obvious. So very blatant. Michael could at least dignify him with something more convincing.]

Michael [He purrs out the name, in a low, breathy, and rough whisper. Like he used to when he'd wake up next to the angel in some long forgotten past. (Except it's not. He's remembering off late, and he hates it. He didn't want to remember.) Reclining on the sofa, he keeps his gaze trained on Michael.] I want your shirt off. Now.

No, Michael might, but I won't. But no one really cares about him anyway. XD

[righteous_son]

[That tone pulls ghosts from their graves in Michael's memory, sets free snippets of a life he likes to think he --they-- never had, likes to think they never had a home, just this gilded prison of sorts. Michael ignores the memories, shoves them back as he looks at the reality before him.

He tries not to shiver as Adam's voice trickles down his spine like ice; he complies, not really knowing why, but he does. Michael pulls his shirt up and off, letting it drop to the floor in a messy heap, it doesn't really matter.]

Pfft. Poor Sword of Heaven.

[was_angelcondom]

[Raking his gaze over Michael's torso, Adam pushes down the wave of lust seeping through him. Tries to squash the slimy heat pooling in his stomach. Now would not be the time to give in to his conditioning. No that would ruin everything. And he couldn't have that. Once lost he'd never get this chance again. This wouldn't work twice.

Snapping his gaze up to meet Michael's eyes, he nods.] Now, your blade. Hand it over, angel.

...not at all. Also, I cackled. You're amazing. <3

[righteous_son]

[This time he doesn't manage to suppress the shiver, he would claim it was from Adam's eyes on him, that look that said so much and was almost as good as touch. Michael could see the lust twist into Adam, only to be pushed away by something stronger and darker. That was what made the archangel shiver.

In the back of his mind he always knew this would happen but he never thought he would willingly hand over his blade to Adam. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't try to keep a hold of the blade as he passes, hilt out, it over to Adam. The shell of Adam.

Blue eyes narrow but he finds himself at a loss for words, like something was keeping him from thinking on his own.]

Sob, you mean horrible

[was_angelcondom]

[If the smile he'd given Michael earlier was creepy the one he gives Michael now is downright disturbing. It's wide, and just looks wrong on Adam's face. But he keeps smiling, gleefully, as he rolls the blade around his hand, caressing it.

Oh now, now he was going to have so much fun.]

Wings out.

/INSERT STARRYEYED FACE HERE. This is so beautifully twisted. And I am a terrible mun XD

[righteous_son]

[Michael chooses to focus on the graceful and fluid movement so the blade rather than the smile on Adam's face (that's not Adam). It isn't until he hears 'wings' that his gaze snaps to his face, a mix of loathing and nausea flickering across his face before his features are wiped blank through sheer will alone.

Michael's whole frame shakes as he leans forward, shifting to the edge of the couch to let his wings out, the quiet room suddenly filled with the soft rustle of feathers and dull shine of gold. But, rather than expand, the wings seem to pull together, tighter around Michael, as if in reaction to his horror.

He doesn't move to look at Adam.]

WE ARE BOTH TERRIBBLE

[was_angelcondom]

Beautiful.

[Even now, after everything the sight of Michael's wings still awe him. They can still render him lost for a while, wanting to bury his fingers in those feather, kiss along them like he'd done once. He misses those days. Misses them fiercely. But this shade was what Michael wanted, and Adam wanted freedom. He'd take it at any costs.

Leaning over, he reaches out curling a few feathers around his fingers, while he dragged the tip of the blade over Michael's jaw. Then he placed the tip at the nearest feather, tapping it. Leaning in, he brushes his lips against Michael's.]

Here's what's going to happen. You are going to release me from the binding. Now. Or.... Let's just say you might be wingless by the end of this.