The Flood

“It is important. Good or bad will depend on other factors. Are you prepared, Michael?”

“I have something for you.”

“Because I am your big brother, that’s why. You know it, I know it.” he shrugged and slowly leaned forward, hands on either side of Michael’s legs. He could easily pull him onto his lap, but Lucifer wanted Michael to do so on his own. “Don’t dwell on it, not if what you want makes you happy.”

Michael glared back at him, his hands on Lucifer’s shoulders and bracing himself. “Even if it is sin? Even if it goes against our Father?”

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“Spit?!” He said, a little offended, though it quickly gave way to a low groan when Lucifer stroked him. Michael shivered and held still, keeping his eyes open obediently, watching him. “L-Lucifer…mmn….”

“Had to get it nice and slippery, didn’t I?” Lucifer hummed, twisting his wrist expertly as he stroked the head of Michael’s cock, every once in a while rubbing the underside with the pad of his thumb. He pumped him faster, loving the slick sounds it made. “That’s it… there’s a good boy.”

“You couldn’t use lube like a normal lover?” Michael groaned and rocked his hips into the touch, tilting his head back and panting slightly. “P-please I....it feels so good.” He whispered, biting his lip hard to keep from making lewd noises.

Lucifer rubbed agonisingly slow circles on Michael’s leg, adoring the way that he wriggled and blushed for him. His fingers brushed over the ropes that tightly held his thigh in place, and as much as he would have loved to keep teasing his little brother, he wanted to hear him moan instead. So he spit into his hand, wrapped it around Michael’s hardening length and began stroking him.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

“Spit?!” He said, a little offended, though it quickly gave way to a low groan when Lucifer stroked him. Michael shivered and held still, keeping his eyes open obediently, watching him. “L-Lucifer...mmn....”

Michael’s glaring had absolutely no effect on Lucifer, in fact, he quite liked that fierce gaze, and that fierce attitude. He watched in fascination as the younger archangel stepped forward and in between his legs. “Oh I know that, baby brother…” he murmured, “You’re afraid of what you truly want.”

Michael narrowed his eyes even further. “You enjoy tormenting me don’t you.” He said with annoyance. “What is it I truly want? How can you be so sure you know it.” He hated that smug face, because his elder brother knew him.

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Lucifer. Michael glared at him, turning away. “I am not, your eyes must be going back, or the light is worse here than I thought.”

“Why don’t you come closer so I can have a proper look?” he suggested, tilting his head slightly, trying to coax him. “Unless you’re afraid you can’t control yourself.”

He twitched and turned to glare at him. “I am not afraid!” Michael stepped closer to him, hesitated, then walked until he stood between Lucifer’s legs in defiance. “I am not afraid of you.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Lucifer shook his head, “You already did that once, I believe.” he recalled, being damned to his very own Hell. “Not too keen on returning any time soon.” he replied, ignoring his first comment.

“Now… what shall I do with you?” he asked, still kneeling before his brother. He rested one hand on Michael’s thigh, gently giving it a squeeze.

Michael bit his lip, wriggling a little. “Touch me, please. You have me open and waiting, take me.” He begged wantonly, blushing. “My cock needs you.”

“Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?” he wondered with another cheeky smile. Lucifer couldn’t stop the teasing way he parted his legs wider, casually sliding his palm over one thigh. “You’re blushing, Michael.”

Lucifer. Michael glared at him, turning away. “I am not, your eyes must be going back, or the light is worse here than I thought.”

The tall archangel laughed when Michael pulled away, and proceeded to trail the tips of his fingers down along his neck, shoulder and down his torso. “I am keeping you as mine, Michael. Just get used to it.” he advised, and promptly pinched one of his brothers’ nipples.

He shuddered, tilting his head back. “You cannot keep me I’m an archangel, I have work to do-ah!” Michael jerked back when Lucifer pinched him, a deep groan escaping despite his best efforts to hide it. “Damn you.”

“Why should I? Father isn’t looking. He hasn’t been looking for quite a while now. I can look at you however I like.” And from the looks of that blush, Michael didn’t want him to stop either.

Michael whined in the back of his throat and looked at him. “Its blasphemous, Lucifer.” He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring. “Sinful.”

“No, you probably shouldn’t have.” Lucifer agreed with a grin as he slowly circled around his little brother. He sucked in his bottom lip and bit down as he took in the sight of him. He could tell that Michael was getting excited, there was no way to hide now.

“Of course you are. You always were.” he said, kneeling down and stroking the side of Michael’s face.

He shivered and leaned into the touch like he was desperate for it, then pulled away. “Don’t sound so smug about it, Lucifer. There will be no living with you.” He shifted on his knees, trembling with need.

“It took four of you the last time.” the elder brother pointed out with a gentle smirk. He knew Michael wouldn’t try and attack him, there was a love there that couldn’t be extinguished.

The way he sits is sinful, don’t look at me like that. Michael tried to look away, blushing and waving his hand at him. “Stop that, stop looking at me like that.”

❝ You look absolutely delicious squirming in your binds like that, do you really think that you’ll be able to get out? ❞ Lucifer grinned, watching the man struggle.

Michael gave him a glare. “I should never have agreed to this you know.” He said, tugging on the ropes once more before he gave in. Being bound like this, his hands behind his back, thighs bound to calves and naked, it was an exhilarating and terrifying thing.