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Title: Evil Angel
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Lucifer/Gabriel
Rating: Mature
Warning: AAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTT, angelcest, spoilers for 5.19.
Summary: Gabriel Falls and has nothing left.
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Kripke et al.
"I know you think you're doing the right thing, Gabriel, but I know where your heart truly lies..." Lucifer whirled on the apparition, grabbing hold of his wrist and twisting it with a painful snap before sending his blade into his body as if it were warm butter. "Here..." The eyes of his brother's vessel were so blue, so sad. When Lucifer's hand settled onto his trembling cheek, unneeded oxygen stuttering from his lips, blade twisting inward, pushing harder, he could barely feel anything. It was a cool numbness radiating out from Lucifer's hand through his body, settling into the burn from his chest wound, the wound that was quickly proving fatal to his vessel. There was a hot, quick twist and pull of the blade upward, slicing through the vessel's heart. He felt his Grace explode outward, eons of power stuffed into a makeshift box now bursting at the seams. Lucifer was speaking but Gabriel's vessel's eyes and ears were burning, bursting from the display of pure, cosmic essence.
White light, tinged with blue. Peace. Solitude. Finally.
The white fuzzed to gray, red seeping into the blue, making it an eerie purple. The comforting coolness of the pure white spasmed in the darkness before fizzling out entirely. Blackness surrounded the wholeness of his Grace, heat poured over him, into him, so hot that if it were possible he'd be wholly consumed by it and burning. If he had Voice left to scream it was issuing from him before there was a sharp, downward tug.
Then nothingness.
~*~
Gabriel woke slowly, moaning with a voice that wouldn't come. He ached, everything heavy and sore. He moved, so slowly, assessing where he was without opening his eyes. He felt secure, even as his mind flashed with racing thoughts of sharpened blades and exploding white light, and warm. A hand smoothed over his shoulder, causing him to wrench a noise of discomfort from a dry, razor-lined throat. Something cool pressed to his lips and he swallowed tentatively, choking on the cold, refreshing water, before taking in a few small sips, then a few bigger ones before he turned his face away, causing a splash of water to land on his cheek.
His eyes forced themselves open, before screwing shut with a protesting noise at the invasion of bright light. He heard shuffling and then the softness he was floating in dipped - a bed. He chanced opening his eyes again. The world was a mess of grayish blobs before they slowly became defined. He was definitely in a bed. A bed in a bedroom. Moving with slow, careful, practiced movements he pushed himself up from his side, his body screaming with the actions but he forced through the pain. He felt like he was hungover, coming off acid, and like he had been hit by a Mack Truck, or twelve.
"I am sorry for the discomfort."
The noise tore through his brain like a bolt of electricity and he groaned, hands covering his ears and eyes slamming shut. Smooth, sure hands covered his own and slowly lowered them, cradling them against a strong, hot chest. His eyes fluttered open again and he looked at the one cradling his body so.
Lucifer.
His whole body jolted back, before crumbling in pain and he let out a weak, pathetic noise of pain, hands raking at the covers on the bed. Why did everything hurt so much? Feel so new? So heavy?
"I tried to salvage your old vessel, it was destroyed..."
Then how the fuck...
Gabriel looked down at his hands, they were slimmer, with longer fingers. His hands slowly pressed against his face, which was sharply angled and narrow. His hair was longer, brushing in shaggy falls against his shoulders. His hands slid down and he gave a grateful sigh at a lack of breasts.
"What did you do to me?" He finally managed, fighting even when his older brother eased him back into bed.
"I wasn't going to let you run," Lucifer admonished, tsking softly in the back of his throat in a way that makes Gabriel feel like a chastised child and not like an all-powerful archangel. "Not when I've finally gotten to keep you."
Gabriel looked up at Lucifer, a sneer almost curling his lips. "You don't have me, Lucifer. You never will."
Lucifer's smile turned into an arrogant smirk. "I've got you, little brother. What do you think me running you through with your blade did? Why do you think you're not Home?"
An icy chill settled into Gabriel's stomach and spread outward as he sagged against the bed. Lucifer had destroyed everything. He had Fallen. Pulling his knees up, Gabriel pressed his new vessel's forehead to them. He felt confined in a vessel that wasn't made by his own hands, pressed and folded into flesh.
"It's alright, brother." The bed creaked as Lucifer shifted. "I've got you..."
The words should have made him shudder, shake with revulsion, scream out with rage and disgust, instead they made him feel comforted. He couldn't think of why. The Morningstar was nothing like he once was, but at the same time he was, lingering below the surface of a vessel that was slowly burning away. He felt the same, the same familiar Grace, wisps of it circling with his own, making him sigh.
He had nothing now.
A firm hand stroked over the back of his neck before digging into his collarbone, making Gabriel drop his shoulder under the pressure, grimacing. Lucifer's thumb and forefinger curled around his chin and jerked his head up with so much force it would have torn his head free from his body if he hadn't been what he was Angel... Fallen...
Lips pressed against his, firm, dry and chapped. Too hot. Gabriel's hands fisted into the excess material of Lucifer's shirt, clutching onto some semblance of what he had once been. Once had. A hand, strong and rough, wound into his hair, his new, longer hair and clutched. It hurt, it hurt so good. They tasted one another, a mixture of ozone and ash, damnation and salvation.
Gabriel turned his head away, Lucifer's breath fanning over his face like a furnace. He whimpered, his hands clenching and unclenching on Lucifer's shoulders as his body shuddered and he let out a hollow sob. He hated him. He loved him. He could stop touching. He shook Lucifer hard, feeling the tremors up his arms, still aching with their newness. Hot, unwanted tears seared his eyes and he hissed with the feeling.
"Goddamn you." The blasphemous words tumbled from his lips as easily as air.
Strong, caring thumbs wiped away his tears and kissed his fluttering lids.
"I've got you."
Gabriel let himself be folded into his brother, damned and sure, and all he had left.
"I've got you, little brother." The words echoed again and again as Lucifer's lips pressed against his ear and Gabriel curled into his lap like a babe, sobbing. "I've got you."
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Lucifer/Gabriel
Rating: Mature
Warning: AAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTT, angelcest, spoilers for 5.19.
Summary: Gabriel Falls and has nothing left.
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Kripke et al.
"I know you think you're doing the right thing, Gabriel, but I know where your heart truly lies..." Lucifer whirled on the apparition, grabbing hold of his wrist and twisting it with a painful snap before sending his blade into his body as if it were warm butter. "Here..." The eyes of his brother's vessel were so blue, so sad. When Lucifer's hand settled onto his trembling cheek, unneeded oxygen stuttering from his lips, blade twisting inward, pushing harder, he could barely feel anything. It was a cool numbness radiating out from Lucifer's hand through his body, settling into the burn from his chest wound, the wound that was quickly proving fatal to his vessel. There was a hot, quick twist and pull of the blade upward, slicing through the vessel's heart. He felt his Grace explode outward, eons of power stuffed into a makeshift box now bursting at the seams. Lucifer was speaking but Gabriel's vessel's eyes and ears were burning, bursting from the display of pure, cosmic essence.
White light, tinged with blue. Peace. Solitude. Finally.
The white fuzzed to gray, red seeping into the blue, making it an eerie purple. The comforting coolness of the pure white spasmed in the darkness before fizzling out entirely. Blackness surrounded the wholeness of his Grace, heat poured over him, into him, so hot that if it were possible he'd be wholly consumed by it and burning. If he had Voice left to scream it was issuing from him before there was a sharp, downward tug.
Then nothingness.
~*~
Gabriel woke slowly, moaning with a voice that wouldn't come. He ached, everything heavy and sore. He moved, so slowly, assessing where he was without opening his eyes. He felt secure, even as his mind flashed with racing thoughts of sharpened blades and exploding white light, and warm. A hand smoothed over his shoulder, causing him to wrench a noise of discomfort from a dry, razor-lined throat. Something cool pressed to his lips and he swallowed tentatively, choking on the cold, refreshing water, before taking in a few small sips, then a few bigger ones before he turned his face away, causing a splash of water to land on his cheek.
His eyes forced themselves open, before screwing shut with a protesting noise at the invasion of bright light. He heard shuffling and then the softness he was floating in dipped - a bed. He chanced opening his eyes again. The world was a mess of grayish blobs before they slowly became defined. He was definitely in a bed. A bed in a bedroom. Moving with slow, careful, practiced movements he pushed himself up from his side, his body screaming with the actions but he forced through the pain. He felt like he was hungover, coming off acid, and like he had been hit by a Mack Truck, or twelve.
"I am sorry for the discomfort."
The noise tore through his brain like a bolt of electricity and he groaned, hands covering his ears and eyes slamming shut. Smooth, sure hands covered his own and slowly lowered them, cradling them against a strong, hot chest. His eyes fluttered open again and he looked at the one cradling his body so.
Lucifer.
His whole body jolted back, before crumbling in pain and he let out a weak, pathetic noise of pain, hands raking at the covers on the bed. Why did everything hurt so much? Feel so new? So heavy?
"I tried to salvage your old vessel, it was destroyed..."
Then how the fuck...
Gabriel looked down at his hands, they were slimmer, with longer fingers. His hands slowly pressed against his face, which was sharply angled and narrow. His hair was longer, brushing in shaggy falls against his shoulders. His hands slid down and he gave a grateful sigh at a lack of breasts.
"What did you do to me?" He finally managed, fighting even when his older brother eased him back into bed.
"I wasn't going to let you run," Lucifer admonished, tsking softly in the back of his throat in a way that makes Gabriel feel like a chastised child and not like an all-powerful archangel. "Not when I've finally gotten to keep you."
Gabriel looked up at Lucifer, a sneer almost curling his lips. "You don't have me, Lucifer. You never will."
Lucifer's smile turned into an arrogant smirk. "I've got you, little brother. What do you think me running you through with your blade did? Why do you think you're not Home?"
An icy chill settled into Gabriel's stomach and spread outward as he sagged against the bed. Lucifer had destroyed everything. He had Fallen. Pulling his knees up, Gabriel pressed his new vessel's forehead to them. He felt confined in a vessel that wasn't made by his own hands, pressed and folded into flesh.
"It's alright, brother." The bed creaked as Lucifer shifted. "I've got you..."
The words should have made him shudder, shake with revulsion, scream out with rage and disgust, instead they made him feel comforted. He couldn't think of why. The Morningstar was nothing like he once was, but at the same time he was, lingering below the surface of a vessel that was slowly burning away. He felt the same, the same familiar Grace, wisps of it circling with his own, making him sigh.
He had nothing now.
A firm hand stroked over the back of his neck before digging into his collarbone, making Gabriel drop his shoulder under the pressure, grimacing. Lucifer's thumb and forefinger curled around his chin and jerked his head up with so much force it would have torn his head free from his body if he hadn't been what he was Angel... Fallen...
Lips pressed against his, firm, dry and chapped. Too hot. Gabriel's hands fisted into the excess material of Lucifer's shirt, clutching onto some semblance of what he had once been. Once had. A hand, strong and rough, wound into his hair, his new, longer hair and clutched. It hurt, it hurt so good. They tasted one another, a mixture of ozone and ash, damnation and salvation.
Gabriel turned his head away, Lucifer's breath fanning over his face like a furnace. He whimpered, his hands clenching and unclenching on Lucifer's shoulders as his body shuddered and he let out a hollow sob. He hated him. He loved him. He could stop touching. He shook Lucifer hard, feeling the tremors up his arms, still aching with their newness. Hot, unwanted tears seared his eyes and he hissed with the feeling.
"Goddamn you." The blasphemous words tumbled from his lips as easily as air.
Strong, caring thumbs wiped away his tears and kissed his fluttering lids.
"I've got you."
Gabriel let himself be folded into his brother, damned and sure, and all he had left.
"I've got you, little brother." The words echoed again and again as Lucifer's lips pressed against his ear and Gabriel curled into his lap like a babe, sobbing. "I've got you."