#Gabriel's like a bratty little brother who keeps on asking for a turn on the Xbox except he already had a turn 20 minutes ago

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Timinette social media or timinette with being underappreciated?

i am so sorry this took so long but i hope you like this! :)

i kind of strayed off topic a little and its a little mess so im sorry for that but i hope this is okay

this will have some bruce bashing so uh yeah 

theres also tim and jason brotherly bonding because i am a sucker for brotherly bonding fics.

also, tim, mari, chloe (basically the parisian folks) are 16. jason is 19, dick is 23, and damian 13.

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Timothy Drake Wayne had had his issues with his own self worth before.

Unlike everyone else in the family, he hadn’t been born into the family, or even been chosen to be part of it. This did sometimes result in a severe drop in Tim’s confidence levels, but he always managed to bring it back up.

Eventually, Tim found that the best way to deal with it was just to accept it. Not act out on it or anything. No, it was best to just accept it and be on his way.

At first, he had fought the unwanted thoughts invading his head, but appointing him as CEO of Wayne Enterprises had been the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

If they didn’t want me in the family, why would they make me CEO of Wayne Enterprises? Tim thought.

But then it pushed itself into Tim’s mind.

Because they don’t want you at the manor.

Tim shoved the thought away and shook his head, looking out the plane window.

Just.. accept it. There’s nothing he could to but accept it. He had no one to talk to either.

Damian would probably jeer at him and call him a weakling. Tim didn’t really need that. Bratty little 13 year old, that one. Besides, Damian wouldn’t care about it anyway, probably just tattle on him in hopes of getting Red Robin benched permanently.

He had contemplated talking to Dick about it for a while. After all, Dick was the ever so helpful Golden Boy. But then he decided against it. Of everyone in the family, Tim would never expect Dick of all people to understand issues with self worth. Dick was told very often that he was loved, wanted. Dick would probably tell Bruce anyway, and that was the last thing Tim wanted.

Jason.. well he was busy. He was always busy. Regardless of how his and Jason’s relationship had drastically improved, he wasn’t ready to open up about this. Don’t get him wrong, Tim was glad that he and his old hero had started to make amends, and now Jason had barely any qualms in calling Tim his brother, and that he could call him whenever he wanted. It made a rush of warmth erupt in his chest whenever he heard it.

But, he just didn’t feel ready to talk to him about it. To anyone about it.

Now, it was Monday morning and he was on his way to Paris in the Wayne company jet, because some rich designer named Gabriel Agreste requested some sort of business partnership.

There was also a designer called MDC that Tim was very interested in meeting. He was a huge fan of her work. He had checked out her website and was pleasantly surprised by the quality of her work, especially since she had no employees and made everything herself.

The fact that she was Jagged Stone’s honorary niece had also contributed to Tim wanting to commission a MDC original.

He had contacted her a before the plane left, and lucky for him, she had decided to meet him at his hotel on Thursday after lunch to discuss and take measurements

It was partially why when Bruce asked him to go to Paris, he didn’t fuss. He didn’t even protest about how being in Paris would affect Red Robin’s patrol. He had just nodded and left.

It had been a very last minute decision, and he hadn’t even had time to tell Jason about it. He had left a few hours after Bruce told him about it.

Tim sighed, leaning his head against the cool window of the plane, taking a sip from the coffee mug he held in his hands.

He admittedly zoned out for the rest of the journey, but in his defense, there was only an hour left on that flight anyway.

Stepping off the plane with his baggage, he made his way to the exits and after checking out of the airport, hailed a cab to bring him to his hotel, Le Grande Paris.

He may or may not have also zoned out on his 15 minute long ride to the hotel. Tim felt bad for the very nice taxi driver whom he had ignored, and gave him a very generous tip. After all, it wasn’t like he needed the money.

Judging from the wide eyed and awed glance the driver shot him as he left, the driver appreciated it very much.

Walking into the hotel lobby, checking in and waiting for the room key to be given to him, Tim already knew he was going to turn down Gabriel’s offer.

His research had shown that Gabriel was a recluse and hadn’t left his house in years. His assistant, one Nathalie Sancouer went on appointments with him on a call. He was also seemingly cold to his only son, which didn’t fly well with Tim, especially since the son was the same age as him.

He was expected to finish more work in Paris, especially since there was no rogues to disrupt anything.  

He was not expecting a petite bluenette to crash into him and change his outlook on life.

The girl who bumped into him blushed profusely and apologised while two blondes, a girl and a boy laughed behind her.

She shot the two a playfully stern look, narrowing her eyes. Her eyes had the same glint Selina had when she saw Bruce. Playful, yet deadly. It was amazing how fast the blondes shut up.

“I’m Tim.” He shook Marinette’s hand, slightly charmed by the blushing girl.

“I’m Marinette. Are you checking in? I can escort you to your room. I know this place like the back of my hand.”

Tim was startled. Marinette did not seem to have any idea that she was talking to CEO of WE. She was talking to him like he was Tim. Just Tim. He was intrigued by the girl. The way she said her sentence, she wasn’t boasting or showing off, she was stating a mere fact out of politeness and the kindness of her heart.

You don’t see that around much anymore, Tim mused. It was like a breath of fresh air.

He nodded in acceptance and showed her the room number on the key that he was given before she had bumped into him. Her eyes widened.

“Well, looks like you’re on the floor I was already going to. Chloe lives here. Her father runs the hotel, and all the penthouses are on the same floor.” Marinette waved her hand at the blonde girl who was laughing earlier.

The girl stuck out a hand. “My name’s Chloe, the pleasure’s all yours.”

Tim’s lips curved into a smile as he shook her hand. “I’m Tim.”

Chloe pointed to the boy next to her. “That’s Adrien.”

Tim recognised him. He was that Agreste boy. The son of Gabriel Agreste, who he was supposed to meet on Thursday. Tim vaguely wondered if Adrien was going to be there for the meeting.

Tim didn’t like it when people announced out loud that he was a Wayne. So he didn’t do that to Adrien. Tim just shook his hand with a smile. Adrien smiled back, and Tim could see that gratitude in his eyes.

Tim nodded and his mind drifted to Marinette. She seemed rather nice, and she didn’t seem like the type of person to take advantage of rich kids. He decided to ive her the benefit of the doubt. Obviously, Chloe and Adrien trusted her, so he was willing to be open minded about this.

Besides, on the unlikely chance that she was trying to suck up to rich kids, Tim could very easily sue her, or at the very least, scare her off.

Marinette, Chloe and Adrien took the lift up with him, the four falling into an easy banter. Tim was very glad he had become fluent in French a few months prior to going on this trip.

Once they reached the outside of Tim’s suite, however, Marinette turned to Tim.

“Do you, maybe wanna join us after you put your things down?”

Tim grinned. “Why, I’d love to.”

-

It was the right thing to do. The four of them had a blast, and Tim knew now more than ever that Marinette genuinely liked the company of the two blondes and that she wasn’t just using them. He didn’t think she was, but it didn’t hurt to check.

They had hung out together, from that afternoon to late in the night, to around 9 maybe? Tim wasn’t sure. Tim felt a warm rush of joy flow throughout his body. He couldn’t remember the last time he had hung out with anyone that weren’t using him for his money or weren’t his family.

The four had become really close and the three Parisians probably knew more about Tim that his whole family did put together at this point.

Tim couldn’t remember the last time he had let loose so freely.

It was funny how it worked. Tim didn’t know why, but he had the comforting feeling that they could be trusted. Sure, they hadn’t known him for long, but he felt a sense of comfort with them, more comfortable than he’d ever felt with Bruce, hell, more than even Alfred.

Tim didn’t tell them all of his secrets, obviously, Red Robin being one of them. But it was okay. Unlike Bruce, who would research and pry into his business, Chloe, Marinette and Adrien shrugged it off.

“We’re all entitled to our own secrets.” Marinette had told him.

It made Tim wonder what kind of secrets the three were keeping, but he brushed it off. If he didn’t have to spill his secrets, the three didn’t either.

Eventually, night fell, but only Adrien left. Tim had looked to Marinette questioningly, and she just shrugged.

“His dad needs him back. I told Maman I was staying over with Chlo tonight. It’s not a school night after all.” She shrugged.

It was funny how much Tim trusted the three. He trusted them more than he trusted Bruce, at this point. Even if the trust he had in Bruce wasn't much to go on, it was surprising how easily the ex-Robin trusted the Parisians. But then again, life worked in strange ways, and this may have one of its strangest yet.

But Tim didn't protest. He rather liked the Parisians and like he's said, he trusted them. And from the looks they all gave him throughout the day, fulling of laughter and openness, he knew without a doubt that they trusted him too.

Among all three Parisians, Tim had bonded with Marinette the most.

Firstly, while the three were a formidable trio, Chloe and Adrien, it seemed, were childhood friends. They were extremely comfortable around each other, and it wasn’t like they were trying to leave Marinette out. They included her in everything they could, but the noirette occasionally bowed out and let the two friends do their thing.

Secondly, Tim was pretty sure that the two didn’t normally have so much childhood games. He was pretty sure they were making some of them up on the spot.

If Tim didn’t know better, he’d say Adrien and Chloe were trying to set him and Marinette up.

Marinette. The amazing little bluenette that crashed into him and changed his outlook on life.

Yes, he had only known her for less than a day, but they just clicked.

Marinette had tried not to, but it was obvious that her self esteem was at an all-time low, much like his. When Tim had asked Chloe and Adrien why when Marinette was in the bathroom, they had filled him in on how a girl named Lila at their school was bullying her and spouting lies about her.

“How bad are her lies?” Tim questioned.

“She saved Jagged Stone’s kitten from a airplane runway.” Chloe said.

Tim spit out his coffee.

“She misses months of school to be in Achu to work with Prince Ali for Go Green campaigns.” Adrien continued.

Tim didn’t know Achu or Prince Ali very well, but he was pretty sure the prince only did Helping Children Campaigns. He took a sip of his coffee.

“Her latest one? I was dating Damian Wayne, but he and his brother fought over me and now I’m dating Timothy Drake, CEO of Wayne Enterprises!” Chloe said the last part in a nasally, simpering tone that was obviously meant to be Lila’s voice.

Tim choked. Lila was 16! Damian was 13! Tim mentally filed a reminder to sue this Lila girl. Also, his love life was rather pathetic. He hadn’t dated since Stephanie. Lila’d would probably do a better job going after Jason if he weren’t with Roy. Wait, no. Jason didn’t like psychopaths. Or maybe he did, Tim wasn’t too sure.

“That was pretty accurate.” Adrien looked slightly impressed.

Tim shuddered. What kind of sicko had a voice like that?

Marinette had come out of the bathroom at that point, and all three of them effectively shut up. She looked concerned and asked Tim if he was okay and why he was so pale.

He shook his head. “I’m cool, cool, cool.” He ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to be suave and Marinette laughed.

Tim’s expression softened at the melodic sound. Chloe and Adrien exchanged a look before smirking at Tim.

Marinette had subtly complimented him a lot over the span of a few hours, and Tim had felt his confidence level slowly rising. It made Marinette smile.

Tim had returned the favor, and by the end of the next day, he and Marinette had almost as many inside jokes as Adrien and Chloe did.

(Chloe had walked Adrien to the door, and Tim and Marinette had hid from Chloe in Tim’s suite, giggling at Chloe’s playful irateness.

Tim had a great time.

He had also managed to finish most of his work beforehand.

He, along with Chloe and Adrien, had gone to Marinette’s house on Wednesday, and the four of them had spent the whole day in a peaceful silence doing their work.

Chloe and Adrien had finished their school work early and had copied their work into Marinette’s workbook. Tim had smiled at the sight because he was rather happy that Marinette had friends who were willing to do this sort of thing for her.

Marinette had spent the whole day working on several commissions, sketching the designs and sewing them out. Tim had been shocked by how many different types of fabric the bluenette had in her closet. Chloe and Adrien had shot him a look that said “get used to it”.

Tim was pleasantly that no one had disturbed him while he was doing his work. they had all done their own work respectively, and even when they were done, like Chloe and Adrien, they had kept quiet and didn’t make any noise to disrupt Tim and Marinette, apart form their whispered chatter.

In Gotham, Tim would almost always be interrupted by rogue attacks or his brothers and father. It made it almost impossible to finish his work on time, and resulted in many overtimes and no sleep.

Marinette’s parents, a happy baker couple who’d persuaded Tim to call him Tom and Sabine instead of Mr and Mrs Dupain Cheng, had stocked them up with a steady supply of pastries and amazing coffee. It was probably expected, they did own a bakery after all.

Tim swore that the Dupain Chengs’ pastries could rival Alfred’s.

While Tim was looking at Marinette work, he was taken aback by her efficiency and quality of her sewing. Normally, one jacket would take a day to make, including handmade embroidery. Marinette had done it within two hours from scratch.

Tim was tempted to commission her, but it seemed that her plate was already full, so he didn’t. Either way, he had come to meet with Gabriel Agreste and possibly MDC.

When they were all done with their work, after spending practically the whole day in Marinette’s room from 9 in the morning to 6 in the evening, they decided to go get dinner.

Tom and Sabine bid them goodbye heartily before turning to their customers and pulling a tray out of the oven.

Tim had met Chloe and Adrien’s significant others. A rather cold girl named Kagami, and chill looking boy named Luka. (Tim thought that Kagami and Chloe, and Luka and Adrien suited each other and balanced out perfectly.)

Originally, Tim had thought that Luka was dating Marinette. After Luka had hugged Adrien, he had turned to Marinette and called her ‘his Melody’. It didn’t help that she called him ‘her Harmony’.

Tim totally did not feel jealous.

But then Marinette groaned and nudged Tim in the ribs. “I guess we’re fifth wheeling.”

“Aren’t you dating Luka?” He pointed to the green haired boy.

Chloe and Adrien clutched their stomachs, laughing, while Kagami and Luka smiled. “Nope. Mari-hime is single.’’ Tim swore the fencer stared into his soul.

Tim was not afraid to admit that Kagami scared him more than the Joker did. Okay, maybe the Joker was a far stretch. Killer Croc or Two-Face maybe.

Luka leaned down and gave Adrien a peck on the lips. The model blushed and Luka grinned, exposing two slightly sharp canines, much like a snake’s.

It was currently mid November, so it was pretty cold. But Tim didn’t see why Mari was wearing a layer of heattech, a long-sleeved sweatshirt, a hoodie, and her winter coat, plus her hat, earmuffs and gloves.

She looked like a puffy marshmallow. A very pink, cute marshmallow.

Luka had shot him a ‘it’s better not to ask’ look and Tim wisely kept quiet.

They had a great time at dinner. Tim and Mari had an amazing time. Tim wasn’t entirely sure about the others, he was too busy paying attention to Mari.

The crinkle of her eyes when she smiled, the red flush from the cold dusting over her freckles lightly, the bluebell colour of her eyes.

He didn’t notice the ‘he’s so whipped’ looks from everyone else. Luka shrugged.

“Well who doesn’t like Melody once they meet her?”

Everyone else shrugged. “Fair point.” Chloe muttered, burying her head in the crook of Kagami’s neck.

Suddenly, screams broke out from nearby. Marinette immediately ceased talking and whipped around to face her friends. Tim looked very confused at her actions but looked worriedly to where the screams were coming from.

Suddenly, the floor rumbled and they all looked up to see baby August, who had been akumatised into Gigantitan again.

Marinette, Chloe, Adrien, Luka and Kagami immediately herded Tim back to Mari’s house, where they hastily climbed up the stairs to the loft.

“Tim, stay here.” Kagami ordered.

“What is this?” Tim couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s an akuma attack.” Chloe shrugged, looking not at all fazed.

Actually, Tim noticed, none of them looked fazed in the slightest.

“This is maybe August’s 7th time getting akumatised?” Luka said. “He’s relatively harmless though. It happens a lot.”

“Wait, where’s Marinette and Adrien?” Tim questioned, suddenly noticing that they were missing.

Kagami, Luka and Adrien exchanged a glance. “They’ll be fine.” Chloe waved offhandedly, logging into Marinette’s computer to turn on the live news from Nadja Chamack.

“Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news!” A pink haired lady was standing abnormally close to where Gigantitan was. Tim felt slightly worried for her.

“I’m Nadja Chamack, and we’re here at another akuma attack. It seems to be just baby August, however, so don’t worry. Ladybug and Chat will be here soon enough!”

Tim was appalled at the lengths this woman was seemingly willing to go to to get the scoop.

Noticing his expression, Luka smiled. “Don’t worry, Tim. She’ll be fine.”

“How do you know that?” If Tim let this happen, he was very sure that Bruce would murder him for a) getting that lady killed b) not helping. “I have to help!”

Chloe pushed him back into the chair where he was attempting to rise. “Sit down.” She ordered.

Tim didn’t want to, but he was interrupted by Nadja speaking again.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir are on the scene!” The camera view zoomed into a pigtailed girl in red and black spandex with a blonde boy in a leather catsuit. Tim vaguely wondered if he was Selina’s kid.

Tim’s eyes almost fell out of his head when he saw the two of them run up the side of the Eiffel Tower, with no grappling hook, no vault, nothing, before flipping off of it like a well oiled machine.

It was obvious that the two trusted each other to a deadly extent. They worked like two parts of a whole piece. 

August swatted Ladybug away with a wave of his hand, flinging her into the Eiffel Tower so hard it dented.

Panic seized Tim’s stomach when Nadja Chamack was trampled on by August, effectively crushing her. When August lifted his foot, Tim looked away.

Chloe, Kagami and Luka did not look fazed, and Tim wondered why, before standing up again. Chloe pushed him back down.

“She’ll be fine, relax. All of Paris have probably died at least, what, 9 times?” Kagami stated, crossing her arms. She levelled Tim with a steely glare and Tim cowered in his seat.

How did the League not know about this?

Suddenly, the person holding the camera cheered, as swarms of Ladybugs flew everywhere, fixing damages. Tim noted with relief that Nadja had reappeared in front of the camera, looking slightly confused but otherwise fine.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Tim staggered to the bathroom, and right when he was about to puke, two thuds landed behind him. Tim could see a green and pink light flash and he turned around to see what it was.

He was just in time to see Ladybug and Chat Noir detransform, leaving Adrien and Marinette, looking stunned.

That was it for Tim, he hurled.

And Marinette was there, brushing his hair out of his face and holding the back of his shirt so it wouldn’t get in the way. Adrien had edged out of the room, while an unfamiliar voice was chortling.

When Tim was done, he washed his mouth with shaky hands, and Marinette looked at him sympathetically and with a slight trace of fear. It was almost undetectable, but Tim had spent enough time with Cass to know when someone was scared, no matter how she tried to hide it.

Tim didn’t want Marinette to feel scared of him. He wanted her to feel safe around him. He shakily spun and engulfed her in his arms. Her body relaxed tremendously as she hugged him back.

He was taller than her by a only few inches, so Marinette’s head was comfortably buried in Tim’s chest. Tim was thankful that none of his vomit had gotten on his shirt.

“I like you, Mari. So, so much.” Tim confessed.

The bluenette he was holding wiggled in his arms, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes.

“I like you too, Tim.” Her quiet voice broke into Tim’s train of thoughts as he panicked.

“I know, you probably don’t like me back but-- wait, what? You like me too?” Tim knew his voice had cracked but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I do.” Marinette confirmed, stepping on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

Tim’s face flushed and Mari giggled.

“Does that mean you wanna--?” Tim blushed even more.

“Yes.” Marinette was obviously enjoying the way Tim was suffering right now.

“So.. it’s official?” Tim asked hopefully, looping his hand with Marinette’s.

“It’s official.” She grinned.

Adrien had interrupted them at that point, and after Tim changed into one of Marinette’s designs, a black, long sleeved shirt with ladybugs at the side, she and Adrien had explained about the miraculouses.

Chloe, Kagami and Luka revealed that they were also miraculous holders, but they were temporary heroes, even if they got to keep the miraculous on hand.

Marinette and Adrien were joint Guardians of the Miraculous, and they were something called true holders. The Ladybug and Chat miraculous were two halves of a whole, Adrien had explained. He and Mari were also the only permanent miraculous users chosen by the previous guardian, while Chloe, Kagami and Luka were chosen by Marinette.

Tim was then introduced to the some of the kwamis (Pollen, Tikki, Plagg, Sass and Longg), who referred to Marinette and Adrien as Guardians.

Tikki referred to Marinette as Mari, Plagg referred to her as Pigtails. Tikki referred to Adrien as Adrien, and Plagg referred to him as ‘kid’. It didn’t take a genius to know who wore the pants in their relationship.

Then, Marinette and Tim’s newborn relationship was brought to light, and Tim was sufficiently scared from the shovel talks given by the Parisians, as well as the kwamis. Marinette had laughed at him, and he had pouted for the rest of the night.

“I wield the power of Destruction in my hands so if you hurt Pigtails, I’ll cataclysm you. I sank Atlantis, so don’t try me.” Plagg’d scornfully stated.

Marinette had berated him and told him that Plagg really needed to stop sounding so proud that he sunk Atlantis, while Tim went pale and was reminded of his secret.

“Uh. Guys? I have to tell you something.” Tim wrung his hands together nervously. “You know how in Gotham, there are vigilantes?”

They nodded.

“I’m.. one of them? I’m Red Robin.” Tim squeaked.

There was silence, but then everyone, bar Marinette and Kagami burst into laughter.

“Only you, Melody, could create a love square with only two people and still somehow fall in love with a superhero.”

Mari flushed and Tim looked confused. “Who..?”

Everyone pointed to Adrien. He shrugged.

“M’Lady and I are soulmates.” He winked, intertwining his and Marinette’s hands.

“But we’re platonic soulmates.” Adrien dramatically let go of Marinettte’s hand. “Adrien had a crush on Ladybug. Marinette had a crush on Adrien.” He explained further.

Realisation dawned on Tim and he fell back into Marinette’s lap as she groaned at the way Adrien worded it.

“You suck.” She deadpanned.

Adrien had the gall to grin at her. “I’m also the one you share a soul with.”

She rolled her eyes.

Everyone had a nice laugh, but they all fell asleep rather quickly. It had been an emotionally and physically exhausting day for all of them.

The next day was Tim’d meeting with Gabriel Agreste. Tim wasn’t sure if the others knew he was Bruce Wayne’s son, but he figured if they didn’t he may as well surprise them.

So Tim left a note for them, and left 15 minutes prior to the meeting at 9, leaving the his friends in Marinette’s room.

hey guys, i have a business meeting at 9. i’ll come back as soon as i’m done, which will be 10? latest. i’ll probably be back before you guys wake up. i hope i will. bye for now. see u mari <3 love, tim.

His friends. Tim’s heart warmed. This was the first time he had made friends that weren’t his family, or superhero buddies.

Tim arrived at Agreste Manor at 9 on the dot, ringing the doorbell.  An electronic camera shot out from the wall and Tim jumped.

The person behind the camera opened the gate, and a buff man escorted him into the Manor, where Gabriel was waiting.

He was standing at the top of the steps, looking down at Tim. He inclined his head, and Tim followed the elder Agreste into his office.

The meeting went faster than expected. Tim had been expecting Gabriel to persuade him, but he had let Tim go. Instead of the half an hour meeting Tim was expecting,it was only twenty minutes.

Gabriel had offered a partnership with the Waynes in which he’d design for them, and they’d sponsor him. Tim had politely declined, and Gabriel looked slightly put out, waving to the buff man to escort him out.

Adrien had walked into the manor as soon as Tim reached the center of the room. Adrien stopped short.

“Tim? What are you doing here?”

Tim pointed to behind him, where Gabriel’s office was. “Business meeting.” He repeated, and waited for Adrien to connect the dots.

His eyes widened. “You’re Timothy Drake? CEO of Wayne Enterprises?”

Tim nodded. Adrien’s eyes widened before he smirked. “Have you told Mari?”

“I was gonna tell her today.”

“Nah, she has a meeting at like 2, with a client.”  

Tim frowned, but then shrugged. “I’ll tell her before.” He decided. “I have a meeting at 2 too.”

Adrien nodded and smiled. “Treat her right.” He said, before entering his room.

Tim smiled, even after Adrien was out of sight. “I will.”

-

Tim had a few hours before his meeting with MDC. He made his way back to the bakery, where he was greeted with a peck on the cheek by Marinette.

“Chloe went back to the hotel, Harmony and Gami have school, and Adrien had to go home.” She beamed. So cute.

Marinette and Tim spent the few hours eating lunch in Mari’s room and watching Netflix, judging the shipping potential between the Brooklyn Nine Nine characters.

They had agreed that Teddy was boring and annoying, Jake and Amy were a power couple, and Rosa was a badass .

Marinette really liked Gina, Tim preferred Holt.

Soon, it was time for the meeting. Tim and Mari both had to go back to Le Grande Paris, so they opted to walk there together.

“Who are you meeting?” Tim asked curiously.

“Some CEO named Timothy Drake.” She replied.

Tim stopped. He turned to Marinette.

“Timothy Drake.” He repeated. Marinette gave him an odd look. “Do you know him?” She asked.

“You’re MDC?” Tim’s voice came out strangled and Marinette looked taken aback.

Understanding dawned on her and she stared at Tim. “You’re Timothy Drake?”

He only nodded.

They stared at each other for a minute but then burst out into laughter, causing a nearby mother on the phone to shoot them a nasty look.

After the initial shock wore off, the two had continued to the hotel. They were on the way, anyway, and they could always either visit Chloe or stay in Tim’s suite.

Marinette giggled as she worked, deftly taking Tim’s measurements.

“Normally this takes forever,” Tim remarked, peering over Marinette’s shoulder and watching in awe as she drew out the design for his suit.

Within minutes, it was done. Tim was amazed by it. It was a simple suit, but the colours she encorporated into it as well as the designs made Tim extremely happy. It managed to capture his essence, and look stylish at the same time.

She’d even drawn a design for the tie! (instead of blue, it’s red)

After about three hours of Marinette working in Tim’s suite (she had gone home and gotten the fabrics and used the sewing machine she always leaves in Chloe’s room), as well as Tim finishing his remaining paperwork for WE, the suit was done. Tim was awed by it.

The suit jacket was a nice, velvety maroon colour that was reminiscent of Tim’s Red Robin suit and Marinette’s Ladybug suit. The inside was a black colour, as another tribute to the colour schemes of Tim and Mari’s secret life.

The tie was the same deep red colour of the suit. What Tim loved the most about it, however, were the tiny coffee cups sewn on it. “A personal touch.” Marinette had said.

There was also the letter T embroidered on the back of the tie and the lapel of the suit right next to the MDC emblems.

“What do you think?” Marinette asked nervously.

“I love it!” Tim lifted Marinette up by the waist, spinning her in the air. She laughed with joy and he put her down but still in his arms.

He cupped his cheek and Marinette’s hand wrapped around his neck. Simultaneously, they leaned in and their lips met in a chaste kiss.

Marinette ran her free hand through Tim’s hair as Tim’s free hand pulled her closer to him by the waist.

Suddenly, the door burst open and they jumped apart. 

It was Chloe, smirking wildly, her phone camera raised.

It didn’t take a genius to know what happened next.

Mari and Tim chased Chloe around the hotel to get her to delete the photo. Chloe crowed loudly that she was going to send the photo to Adrien, Luka and Kagami.

(Mari and Tim did catch her but Chloe had already sent the text.)

The six friends had a buttload of fun the next few days. Occasionally incorporating their work into the mix, Tim had never been so on time to hand in his paperwork.

On Saturday, a few hours before Tim was supposed to go to the airport to get on the Wayne private jet, the six were in Chloe’s room. 

The only sound that could be heard was the faint chatter between Chloe and Kagami who were talking together, the soft strums of Luka on his guitar and Adrien next to him constantly dying while playing Subway Surfers and him raging not-so-quietly. Tim’s head was leaning on two pillows in Marinette’s lap, typing on his laptop which was propped up on his lap while Mari’s pencils scratched against the paper in her sketchbook.

It wasn’t exactly silence, but it was peaceful. An almost silence, if you would.

Until a phone blared to life. 

Everyone jumped as the shrill sound of Tim’s ringtone pierced through the peaceful almost silence.

Tim cringed. “Sorry!” He called. 

He swiped the accept button without looking to see who it was, mildly pissed off.

“What?” He snapped into the phone.

“TIMMY!” A familiar voice burst out. Marinette jumped and dropped her sketchbook on Tim’s face, glaring at the phone. Tim pulled the phone away from his ear, and put a finger to his mouth before pushing the speaker button.

“Tim? You okay?”

“Apart from you bursting my eardrums, I’m fine. What do you want, Jason?” Tim answered dryly. He wasn’t sure if his irritation could be heard through the phone but Jason picked it up.

“Not very nice to your favorite brother, now is it Timmy.” Tim could imagine Jason wagging a finger sarcastically in his face.

“Learned it from you, Jay. But seriously what do you want? I’m kinda busy.”

“You may wanna put your coffee cup down for this.” 

Tim sighed and placed it on the floor.

“Now what?”

A bang was heard from outside and all of them, bar Tim and Mari (Tim was way too lazy to get out of Marinette’s comfortable lap, and she couldn’t get up with him in her lap) rushed to the door to see what was happening. 

Some people had burst into Tim’s room across the hall.

Three guesses who.

“What are you doing, dumbasses?” Chloe’s exasperated voice rung out.

A man with a white tuft in hair was standing in the doorway turned around, phone in hand. He hung up on the call promptly.

“We were looking for our brother, Tim. The receptionist said he was in this room. Have you seen him?” An older man walked out of Tim’s room, with several others hot on his heels. 

The shortest one was dark-haired and had green eyes, the other was a girl with chopped dark hair, an arm wrapped around a taller blonde girl’s waist. There was also a redhead in a wheelchair. The other two there were males, one was an near bald elderly, the other had blue eyes and dark hair and was rather tall.

That was six of them, Chloe noted. She and the others exchanged a look, debating whether or not to let them see Tim. After all, they could be lying and were kidnappers or something.

They obviously noticed the look. The tall one with blue eyes spoke. “You know him! Where is he? Did you kidnap him?”

Adrien choked trying to hold in his laughter. Luka patted him on the back calmly.

A tsk came from the inside of the room. Chloe looked back. Tim shrugged. It was her room, after all.

Chloe bit her lip, looking torn between letting them in or kicking them out. She looked to Kagami for help, and she nodded, but then inclined her head toward Chloe. Basically, ‘I think you should, Tim seems to know them. But he may not want to see them. Your call. Your room.’

The guy with the white tuft looked ready to barge in the room.

Chloe huffed and opened the door wider. She and the other stalked back to their seats with the echoing sound of ‘ridiculous, utterly ridiculous’. Everyone outside exchanged looks, and entered.

They were not expecting to see Tim in a girl’s lap, that was for sure.

Instead of the greeting they were expecting, Tim merely turned his head to look at them before huffing and returning his gaze to his laptop screen.

Marinette laid a hand protectively on Tim’s head and started running her fingers through his hair. 

If they weren’t shocked before, they definitely were now. Their eyes practically bugged out of their head at the sight.

“Replacement?” Jason cautiously asked. 

Tim huffed, much like Chloe, and Marinette ceased her ministrations. Tim whined, but Marinette levelled a glare at him and he sat up.

Marinette muttered softly, “I can see why your self confidence is so low.”

“Nah, Jason’s one of the nicer ones. It’s teasing.” Tim assured her. The girl only pouted and fell back into her seat, picking up Tim’s laptop to read what he was working on before Tim’s family rudely barged in.

Jason looked slightly touched.

Tim sighed and crossed his arms. “What are you guys doing here?” Chloe, Adrien, Kagami and Luka slowly inched around Mari and Tim. This did not go unnoticed by the Waynes.

“We came to visit you, Timbo!” The tall one said.

Tim pinched his nose. “That’s Dick. Barbara. Cassandra. Stephanie. Alfred. Bruce. Damian. Jason.” Tim pointed to each of them in turn. 

Luka spoke up. “I’m Luka. That’s Adrien, Chloe, Kagami and Marinette.” Marinette shifted when her name was called, exposing the laptop screen to the Waynes. Their eyes widened when they saw the bold letters ‘Murders and Muggings: Patrol Recap’. 

Dick coughed into his hand, jerking his head towards the computer. Tim rolled his eyes at Dick’s attempt at being subtle.

Jason and Stephanie snickered. Dick looked offended. 

Dropping all pretence out the window, Tim deadpanned. “They know my secret. Didn’t tell them about yours, though they’ve probably figured it out already.”

“You should’ve told us beforehand, Timothy!” Bruce looked like he was a second away from yelling. A steely glare from Kagami stopped him from doing just that. Cass looked at her in approval.

Marinette bristled at Bruce’s tone, but did not move from her seat. This wasn’t her battle to fight-- it was Tim’s.

Bruce pinched the end of his nose. “I’m disappointed in you, Timothy.” 

Despite knowing Bruce was going to say that, Tim winced. Jason looked pissed and opened his mouth to say something, but someone else beat him to it.

“How dare you.” Marinette’s quiet voice shook with fury as she stood up. Tim squeezed her hand and let go. Adrien, Luka, Kagami and Tim instantly surrounded Tim, forming a protective circle around him.

“How dare you. Tim is the most wonderful person I know. Other from the idiot I share a soul with, my Harmony, my Dragon and Queenie, he is the only person who is genuinely kind and caring. He is the sweetest person I know and if you think you can step into our turf and belittle my boyfriend, you have another thing coming.” Marinette snarled.

Adrien stood up, stepping forward to stand next to Marinette. “I’ve only known Tim for a few days, but he means a lot to all of us. Like Marinette said, you will not step into our turf and be rude to our friend.”

“You underestimate how much power we have here.” Kagami moved over to the other side of Marinette, eyes flashing. 

Chloe stood next to her. “I can very easily kick you out of this hotel, out of Paris, even. Tim is my friend, and we will not stand here and let you talk shit about how he disappointed you.”

Luka stood up, moving next to Adrien. “Like we said, Tim means a lot to us. You have no idea how much he does for all of you. He deals with your stupid company paperwork, even though he’s only 16 and it should be your job. He spends more time helping you on patrol and fighting rogues than paperwork but you scold him because he can’t finish as much as you’d like?”

Marinette’s normally warm blue eyes that were so full of love were now completely devoid of emotion. “That isn’t parenting, Bruce. That’s toxic.” She spat out Bruce’s name with so much loathing and hate, that he unconsciously took a step back.

Tim was very touched. No one had ever done that for him before. No one had the guts to stand up to Bruce Wayne or Batman. His eyes watered and he hastily wiped them away.

Bruce’s eyes flashed, and he strode forward. “I think you underestimate my power.” He spread his arms. “I’m Bruce Wayne. I can kill your career in a heartbeat. I can make sure you are never hired by anyone, nor will you ever be able to make a name for yourself. I’ve almost died before. Damian and Jason have. We deal with things you guys can only dream of. Sure, your father may be the mayor of Paris, Chloe, but I can easily kick him off his position of power. Don’t fuck with us.” 

Marinette’s eyes flashed with surprise at Bruce’s declaration that Jason and Damian have died. Ignoring Bruce, she turned to Adrien, who was squinting at Damian. 

“Do you want to heal them of the Lazarus pits? We can, after all. We’re Creation and Destruction.” Marinette spoke in the Guardian language.

Adrien side eyed the Waynes and nodded. “Even if Bruce is a bitch, Jason and Damian don’t deserve to live like that.” 

Marinette and Adrien looked behind them, past Tim, to where the Kwamis were hiding. Plagg and Tikki nodded. After all, they could always wipe the Waynes’ memories if they weren’t willing to keep it a secret. The Waynes didn’t know what they were saying. Jason stifled a laugh when Adrien caled Bruce a bitch, but the Waynes instantly went on guard at the sound of Jason and Damian’s names (since their names can’t be translated).

Marinette and Adrien turned back to Tim and the others folded, closing the gap that they had left, so no one could lip read or learn from their body language what they were about to do.

Marinette and Adrien walked a few steps back, a few steps in front of Tim but a few steps behind the others. They smiled reassuringly at Tim. They weren’t going to hurt Jason or Damian. Tim nodded. He trusted them.

Tikki and Plagg zipped over to them and phased into their joined hands. Adrien and Marinette smiled to each other closing their eyes. They channelled the Guardian energy, Creation energy and Destruction energy. 

They lifted their raised hands, and as if on command, Chloe and Kagami stepped aside, allowing the green and pink swirling energy in their conjoined hands to shoot towards Jason and Damian. The beam split halfway, hitting both Jason and Damian.

They braced themselves for pain, but they didn’t feel anything. They looked around, and saw the energy. The green colour of it was one everyone instantly recognised as the Lazarus Pit madness.

They could do nothing but watch as more and more green colours was sucked out of Jason and Damian before swirling upwards and over their heads into a ball of green energy.

After what seemed like a lifetime, the green stopped escaping them, and Jason and Damian could feel an immediate relaxation of their feelings. It was like there was anger and negative emotions buried into a pit of their minds, but they didn’t notice that it was there until it was gone.

The green energy ball was now as as big as a bowling ball. It churned once, and started shrinking. Something was compressing it and forcing it into a smaller ball. With a sizzle, it split into two. A pink ball and a green ball, the sizes of an apple.

However, the green ball wasn’t the Lazarus color green. It was a warm green, the colour of emeralds. Despite that, within both the pink and green shell had a green ball, the toxic colour of the Lazarus pit inside. It swirled around in their respective prisons, but couldn’t break free.

The balls of energy slowly drifted towards where Marinette and Adrien were standing with serene looks on their faces.

The pink shell hovered in front of Marinette, while the green one hovered in front of Adrien. The pink and green encasing the Lazarus green broke apart, and the pink and green energy shells flew into their conjoined hands.

Marinette and Adrien opened their eyes. They weren’t eyes anymore, just glowing eye sockets. Marinette’s were pink, and Adrien’s were green. The same colour of the shells, the others realised.

Now what was left were the fizzling balls of the Lazarus pits, its toxic green giving off an eerie glow.

Marinette and Adrien held up their free palms, and the balls rested on their waiting hands.

They looked to each other and seemed to be communicating before the plunged the balls into their chests.

Their whole body glowed for a second before lifting the two up in the air. The Waynes, Luka, Kagami and Chloe jumped when they started talking.

“This hurts.” Marinette admitted. Her face did not show any kind of discomfort. Adrien grinned. “Yeah, it does.” His didn’t either.

They shared a laugh before the green and pink faded, and the two plummeted onto the carpeted floor. Just before they hit it, the green and pink glowed softly again, allowing the two to land gently on the floor, feet first.

The light faded completely and Marinette and Adrien collasped in the chaise behind them, unclasping their hands and panting slightly. Plagg and Tikki zoomed out of their hands as soon as they separated and didn’t even bother hiding.

They plopped themselves on their chosens’ heads and all four of them began to nap.

“Did they..?” Dick uttered in disbelief.

Jason and Damian could only nod.

“Lazarus. Gone?” Cass pressed.

They nodded again.

“Forever?” Bruce croaked.

“Yep.” Marinette’s exhausted voice came from the chaise. Everyone spun to look at her. Chloe ran to her room’s kitchen, bringing out some honey, cookies, camembert, chocolate and eggs.

The active kwamis zoomed out form their hiding spot and got to work on their food. Marinette tiredly pushed herself to her feet, stumbling. Tim caught her. Marinette smiled gratefully at him, and gently scooped Tikki off her head. She reached over and got Plagg too. 

She nudged Tikki with her finger and placed her next to the cookies. She didn’t bother to wake Plagg up; he’d wake up as soon as he smelt camembert. She placed him down, next to Tikki and they woke up, lazily nibbling on their foods.

Mari let out a breathy sigh and swayed on her feet. She curled up next to Adrien and started to snore.

Dick frowned. If she was dating Tim, why was she so cozy with Adrien?

He moved to wake them up.

Suddenly, he stiffened and fell to the floor.

Pollen stood behind them, antennae still poised after stinging Dick. “No one wake the Guardians up.”

Muffled protests from Dick on the ground.

“They share a soul, Dick, being next to each other recharged them faster.” Tim explained.

“They what now?”

-

well yes thats it. 

i kinda got sloppy at the end because i spent almost 8 hours on this, and its only 8k words. im kinda proud of it though lol

no there will probably not be a part two, although i may upload this on ao3

anyway i hope you liked this !! <3

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gabriel/Lucifer/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Sub Lucifer (Supernatural), Established Relationship, Collars, Dom/sub, Post Mpreg, Dom Gabriel (Supernatural), Dom Sam Winchester, Married Life, Married Sex, Bathing/Washing, Bathtub Sex, Angelic Grace Sex (Supernatural), Mates, Family Bonding, Masturbation, Angelcest (Supernatural), Threesome - M/M/M, Making Love, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Lucifer reads romance novels... it's a thing, Rimming, Language Kink, Angel Wings, Wing Kink, Wing Oil, Biting, Uncle Dean Winchester, Uncle Castiel (Supernatural), Babysitting, Female Michael (Supernatural), Human Michael (Supernatural)

Series: Part 61 of Loving Heart

Summary: It’s been two months since the twins were born and Lucifer is running himself ragged trying to keep things going even with the help of his mates. It’ll take a whole lot of convincing for the angel to take a little time out for himself.

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It’s been two months after Samson and William were born, but Lucifer was in high energy and constantly doing things. He was up at the crack of dawn to feed and rock the babies and wake up Mary for school. He went to bed late at night and depending on his mood he’d exchange a blowjob or a handjob with his mates; or just went straight to sleep, only to repeat the cycle. On the weekends, he let Mary sleep but was up with the children. He did most of the chores too - the cleaning, the cooking, taking care of the children. He even gave Baby a tune-up, much to Dean’s surprise and gratitude. There was one hour a day Lucifer granted himself to relax, and that was typically spent as naptime with the babies, curled around them protectively and covering them with a giant wing.

Sam and Gabriel always offered to help and would even go as far as to try to sneak around Lucifer to “lighten his load”. But it was as if Lucifer had a sixth sense dedicated to helpful mates, for he’d appear within ten minutes of a chore being started and go - “Oh, thank you, but I can get that!” - and then nudge them out of the way so he could do it.

Dean was getting worried. He knew how Lucifer tended to react when he focused entirely on anyone but himself, and he also knew from the lack of noises (Gabriel and Sam when together, could be rather quiet) that Lucifer wasn’t even granting himself sexual release. So one day, he approached Sam and Gabriel.

“You gotta get him to relax.” He said. “Cas and I’ve discussed it, and we’re willing to babysit for as long as you need to take care of him. He’s going to burn himself out.”

Down the hall, songs from Wicked were playing as Lucifer vacuumed the nest.

Gabriel snorted as he flicked through a magazine. “Good luck with that.”

“We’ve been trying to convince him to take it easy for two weeks,” Sam said as he shoved the cleaning rod through the barrel of his handgun. “He won’t.”

Dean threw his hands in the air. “ Make him, then! He’s going to crash and burn and that’s not good for any of us.” He sat down in front of them. “Just. . . blindfold him and spirit him away to your guys’ cabin. Take no prisoners approach.”

Sam stopped and looked over at Gabriel with a shrug. “That might work.”

“If that doesn’t, I’ll have Cas take that cast iron skillet that Lucifer keeps seasoning to his head.” Dean offered helpfully.

Gabriel barked out a short laugh as he laid down the magazine and stood up. “Okay, okay. We’ll try again if that means we keep you from getting smited into next week. I’ll go pack his bags and the toys.”

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks, guys. I appreciate it.”

The vacuum stopped and they took a few moments to appreciate Lucifer belting out the lyrics to Defying Gravity .

When he’d finished Gabriel was the first to break the spell by clapping slowly. “Beautiful, babe. Now pack your stuff.”

Lucifer cocked his head to the side, turning down the stereo on Popular. “For what purpose?” He asked.

“We’re going on a mini-vacation. You are going to relax and we are going to take care of you.” Sam interjected as he went to the closet and tossed one of the duffel bags to Gabriel who caught it gracefully.

Lucifer shook his head, going over to the linen closet and drawing out fresh sheets for the bed. “I love it when you two joke around.” He said, setting the clean sheets down and beginning to change the sheets on the bed.

Gabriel went to the dresser and started packing what they’d need for the weekend while Sam stopped Lucifer’s task by placing his hands over his mate’s. “We’re not joking, baby. Dean and Cas are watching the kids and you’re coming with us.”

Lucifer kissed Sam chastely and gently removed his hands from underneath his husband’s to return to the bed making. “Have fun.” He said, still not believing what they were saying.

“Lucifer!” Gabriel hissed out his brother’s full name, dropping the half-full bag on top of the dresser, something he’d placed in the bottom making a loud thumping sound. “Kindly pull your head out of your ass for five seconds and listen to us. We are leaving, you’re coming with us and then we’re going to have a nice couple of days doing nothing but sleeping, fucking and eating. Maybe in that order.”

“ Language. ” Lucifer hissed in retaliation, nodding over towards the nursery where he could hear the children cooing happily. He snapped the top sheet out and began tucking it into the bed, making it tight and neat across the bed.

“Fuck. Gonna fuck, have fucked and will fuck.” Gabriel said no louder than conversational volume but he could tell from the look on Sam’s face that he might have pushed into the realm of bratty but he couldn’t seem to care. Especially if it got Lucifer to pay attention.

Lucifer did the highly mature thing of turning his music up and ignored his swearing mate, sliding clean pillowcases onto freshly laundered pillows and setting them in their usual places.

Sam shook his head and then nodded toward Lucifer as if to tell his shorter mate that they might need the frying pan. Sighing, Gabriel snapped, sending Sam to the cabin and then crossed the room and grabbed Lucifer’s shoulder. Without warning, transporting them both to the cabin before any objections could be raised.

Lucifer glared at his mate once he realized where they were before rolling his eyes and making his way into the kitchen, presumably to clean it.

“Dammit Luc’, would you stop for five seconds?” Sam called after him.

Lucifer didn’t answer, just took the sponge from its dish by the sink and soaking it to wipe down the counters.

Gabriel slipped Lucifer’s collar into Sam’s hand after having summoned it from the box they kept upstairs. Looking down at the leather circlet, Sam opened the clasp and snuck up behind Lucifer and slipped it around his neck. “Calm down, Heylel. Let me take care of you.”

Lucifer felt the weight of the collar and he spun to face Sam, eyes wide open in a startled look of incomprehension. He didn’t understand what was going on and it was making him a bit anxious.

“You’re working too hard, baby.” Sam soothed as he ran a finger over the nameplate dangling down from the o-ring. “Let go. Give us the chance to take care of you properly.”

There was hesitation in Lucifer’s expression, the hesitance of someone who wanted what was being offered but wasn’t sure if they could accept it without a fight. His gaze lowered to the floor, scuffing his feet across the tile of the kitchen as his head spun. His hands found the edge of the counter and gripped it tight.  

“Heylel,” Gabriel said softly, not liking the way his mate was reacting to such a simple gesture. One they'd done countless times before. “We’re doing this because you need to slow down. Take time for yourself to relax and be cared for as much as you care for everyone else. But if this is too much, you can safeword.”

“We won't be upset if you do. We love you, baby, and want the best for you.” Sam added as he laid a hand in the small of Lucifer's back.

Lucifer didn’t answer, simply scuffed his foot more across the floor as he tried to relax. I need this. I need this. I want this. C’mon, let go. You know how. He said to himself.

Mistaking his reluctance for rejection, Sam reached up and started to undo the clasp of the collar. “It’s okay, Heylel. We don't have to.”

Lucifer reached up and snagged Sam’s wrist, stopping him from undoing the clasp on his collar. “Yes, we do.” He whispered. “Put it back.”

Sam glanced at Gabriel who shot a knowing smile at the hunter. Refastening the collar, Sam stroked a finger over Lucifer's cheek. “Good boy. Now, how about you and Gabriel go upstairs and take a nice long bath while I make us a snack.” He lifted Lucifer's hand and placed it in his brother's.

With a firm squeeze, Gabriel kissed his brother's cheek. “We might even have some coconut scented stuff left over.”

Lucifer smiled softly and squeezed Gabriel’s hand back. “Okay.” He whispered.

A soft pat on Lucifer’s rear from Sam ushered the pair up the stairs. Gabriel led the way until they were out of sight and then he pinned Lucifer against the wall, kissing him soundly. His fingers winding up into the short hair at the nape of Lucifer’s neck and gently tugging.

Lucifer gasped and whined into the kiss, grasping onto Gabriel’s shirt tightly as his senses were assaulted.

Gabriel broke the kiss, breathless and smiling, his lips pink and swollen. “Ready for your bath, sweetheart?”

Lucifer nodded, already looking better. “Yeah.” He murmured.

He scooped Lucifer up into his arms and carried him the rest of the way to the bathroom, making sure to peck small kisses along his brother’s shoulder and neck. Gabriel would rarely admit it but these quiet, tender moments were some of his favorites. He often thought it was because he was getting older and more mature about life instead of a hedonistic pagan godling. Setting Lucifer on the edge of the tub, Gabriel started drawing the water and adding the bath foam. “Might want to get naked for this part, sweetheart.”

Lucifer nodded and slowly began undressing. It was obvious, now that he was allowing himself the slightest bit of relaxation, how much his body ached from almost nonstop cleaning and housework and childrearing. His limbs were stiff and he winced as he bent over to remove his jeans and boxers from his body. If he wasn’t relaxed, one would have never known.

Noticing the labored movements, Gabriel sank to his knees and helped pull Lucifer’s jeans the rest of the way off his legs. “You’ve overexerted yourself, Heylel.” He commented without judgment as he looked up. “Let me heal you.”

Lucifer gave a very minute shake of his head, gripping the side of the tub. While he had been reconciling with Michael, the memories of what he had done in the Cage still lingered under the guise of “healing” and it was still difficult for him to allow someone else to heal him.

“I’d never hurt you. Not like that.” Gabriel tried to reassure him while stroking a hand along his hip. “I’d die first.”

Lucifer shivered and watched his brother’s wrist stroking his hip, closing his eyes and letting out a heavy breath. “ Talk me through it?”

“My Grace is warm, like melting butter,” Gabriel explained as his Grace started to press against Lucifer’s skin, a way of letting him get used to the feel and inviting his brother’s Grace to join. “You told me that once. Buttery was the word.”

Lucifer nodded, his own Grace tentatively reacting to Gabriel’s, brushing up against it in a familiar way.

“And it’s going to just flow through you, soft and easy. Finding the pain and injury, wiping it away so you can get in the tub without hurting.” With a firmer push, Gabriel’s Grace teasingly stroked against Lucifer’s. “It’s like when we join together, but gentler.”

Lucifer nodded, closing his eyes. “ I trust you.”

Standing, Gabriel kept a hand on Lucifer’s hip then kissed his forehead. At that moment, as he promised, his Grace eased into the older angel from the two points of contact, filling him with warmth and washing away the accumulated aches and pains from the weeks gone by.

Lucifer felt the aches and pains go away, sighing at the contact peacefully as he leaned into Gabriel.

Gabriel finished and pulled back. “There, that wasn’t so bad. Was it?”

Lucifer shook his head shyly, leaning forward to keep contact with Gabriel. “ Sorry .”

“Nothing to be sorry about, Sweetheart.” Gabriel gathered him into his arms and held him until the tub had finished filling, then with a flick of his wrist and a bit of Grace he shut off the faucet. At the same time, his own clothes disappeared with a thought. “Bath time.”

Lucifer nosed into his shoulder with a content sort of hum, still not fully relaxed but not tense and hurting as he had been earlier.

Chuckling, Gabriel scooped him up and stepped into the tub. “Full princess treatment it is.”

Lucifer gave a soft giggle, burying his face into Gabriel’s shoulder when he realized the sound that he just made.

Sinking down into the hot water, Gabriel let out a sigh of pleasure as he nestled Lucifer between his legs so that he could rest against Gabriel’s chest. Grabbing the sponge from the side of the tub, Gabriel drizzled water over his brother’s shoulders.

Lucifer shivered and arched his back into the warm water trailing down his back, resting his head on Gabriel’s shoulder.

Gabriel spent several long moments enjoying the quiet sounds of water dripping back into the tub and Lucifer’s breathing. He thought back to the many times they’d been in the tub together, the good and the bad. One such memory was of Lucifer in a much younger mindset than he was now. A persona that Gabriel hadn’t seen surface in quite a long time and it made him wonder. “Heylel, can I ask you a question?”

“Mhm.” Lucifer hummed lazily, relaxed enough to truly enjoy what was being bestowed upon him.

“You haven’t gone little in a long time. Maybe since before Gumdrop.” Gabriel rewetted the sponge and started washing each of the fingers on Lucifer’s hand. “I was just wondering why?”

Lucifer hummed as he watched Gabriel wash him. “Me going little was a way of reminding myself of unconditional love and how it felt.” He murmured. “When I became a parent again, it was like. . . Well, I’m not quite sure how to describe it, but it was like the puzzle came together. I didn’t need to go down. It just. . . disappeared.”

“That makes sense.” Gabriel nodded and pressed a kiss to his temple. “And just in case I haven’t said it lately, you’re an excellent mommy.”

“Thank you,” Lucifer said, wiggling into Gabriel’s hold. “Do you miss me being little?”

Gabriel thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. “No, I don’t miss it. Probably for the same reasons you don’t need it. We have three adorable kids. Heck, even me and Sam have stopped with the ‘Daddy’ stuff. Not consciously, it just happened.”

Lucifer nodded and sighed into Gabriel’s hold again, closing his eyes. The weight of his collar on his neck was soothing him, lulling him into that special place that he needed to go sometimes.

Wandering hands slipped beneath the surface of the water, trailing the sponge around Lucifer’s hips while teasingly avoiding his groin.

Lucifer groaned and buried his head into Gabriel’s shoulder.

“Does my sweetheart want a treat?” Gabriel whispered in his ear as his hand circled closer toward Lucifer’s cock.

“Yes, please.” Lucifer moaned, his hips unconsciously stuttering.

Abandoning the sponge, Gabriel ran his fingers through the coarse hair at the base of Lucifer’s cock, his fingertips brushing up against the slowly filling length.

Lucifer shivered and moaned, his eyes closing as he took what Gabriel gave him.

Gabriel wrapped his hand around Lucifer’s cock, enjoying the feel of it filling his palm as he tugged languorously until it was hard and pulsing beneath his fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel so good. Any way you want.”

Lucifer moaned and rocked up into Gabriel’s hand, turning his head to huff and pant against his brother’s neck, hips rolling in time with his mate’s hand. “M-m-malachi,” he stammered.

“What do you need, Heylel?” Gabriel asked, his voice low and seductive as his free hand rubbed over Lucifer’s chest, stopping periodically to delicately pinch a nipple.

Lucifer whined and arched his chest into Gabriel’s hand. “M-m-more.” He stuttered. “P-p-please!”

“More of this?” Gabriel asked as he dropped his mouth to Lucifer’s shoulder and nipped lightly at the curve leading to his arm. “Or maybe this.” He gripped his brother’s cock tighter as he used his Grace to prod and push against Lucifer’s hole until it slipped inside, mimicking one of his fingers.

Lucifer gasped loudly and writhed on Gabriel’s Grace, embarrassingly close and trying to hold on. Not having had a true release in so long meant he had a lot of energy built up.

Gabriel sped up his hand and thrusts, the phantom appendage swelling within Lucifer and curving to brush against his prostate. “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? That’d be so gorgeous, you making a mess of my hand. Screaming so loud that Sam would wonder what kind of bath we’re having.”

Lucifer nodded his head rapidly, whimpering as he squirmed. “M-m-mmmalachi!” He whined.

“Then let go, Heylel.” Gabriel pressed his lips to the shell of Lucifer’s ear. “Show me what a good boy you are.”

Lucifer erupted, screaming loudly as his back arched and he spilled into Gabriel’s hand and the water, violent shakes passing through his body.

Gabriel purred praise and encouragement into his brother’s ear as he continued to stroke Lucifer until the last tremor rattled through him. Gently releasing him, Gabriel pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “Feeling good, sweetheart?”

Lucifer groaned and rested against Gabriel bonelessly. “Mhm.” He hummed.

Snapping the water clean, Gabriel laid back with Lucifer held close as he ignored the neglected ache between his legs. They stayed that way until Sam knocked on the bathroom door and leaned against the open frame, an amused smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. “I have some food ready when you two are done making so much noise.”

Lucifer hummed and cuddled more into Gabriel. “His fault.” He murmured, closing his eyes.

“I don’t doubt it.” Sam laughed when Gabriel stuck his tongue out at him. “Just don’t turn into prunes and I’ll be downstairs.”

Lucifer gave a thumbs up and cuddled more into Gabriel.

Peeking out of the bathroom, Gabriel choked back a laugh when he saw Sam sneak a pair of leather pants from the dresser and leave the room. He was quite sure that Sam had more than dinner planned but he hadn’t thought it would involve his more colorful wardrobe.

Lucifer hummed and cuddled more into Gabriel with a purr. “Are we getting out soon?” He asked softly.

“Probably should, especially if Sam cooked. It may be burnt but he tries.” Gabriel said with a sigh. “Sit up a little and I’ll get you a towel.”

Lucifer sat up and cracked his back.

Crawling out of the tub, Gabriel gathered up two of the softest towels they had and opened them up. “Come on, sweetheart. Time for a rub down.”

Lucifer slowly got up and out of the tub and shuffled lazily over to Gabriel and the towels without a second thought.

Humming one of Lucifer’s favorite songs, Gabriel worked on absorbing every drop of water from his skin before wrapping him in the second dry towel. “Ready to eat?”

Lucifer nodded, resting his head on Gabriel’s shoulder. “Yeah.” He mumbled.

“Alright, let’s go.” Gabriel wrapped his arm around Lucifer’s shoulders and led him downstairs where Sam was waiting patiently in the leather wingback chair that his older mate was fond of. The hunter’s lower half was encased in buttery soft, black leather pants and nothing else covering his body. His bare toes curled and uncurled absentmindedly in the shag carpet as he read a book of poetry.

Lucifer, surprisingly, became rather shy and attempted to hide behind Gabriel, cheeks blooming pink as he looked at Sam. If he thought the man of leisure look suited him, it definitely suited Sam and for some reason, it made Lucifer a bit shy.

“What’s wrong?” Gabriel asked, confused at first and then chuckling when he discovered that Lucifer was shying away from Sam. “You’re not scared are you, sweetheart? It’s just Sam looking positively fuckable.”  

Lucifer shook his head, giggling quietly as he peeked at Sam from behind Gabriel. Being pampered and having his mates’ attention focused on him, even after all these years, made him feel rather shy before he dove into a deep headspace.

Looking up from his book, Sam smiled and held out his hand. “Come here, baby. I’ve got some tasty things for you that I found in the pantry.”

Lucifer shyly made his way from out behind Gabriel and walked over to Sam, taking his hand while holding his towel tight around him.

Sam patted his knee softly and gently urged the angel forward. “You smell wonderful. Did Gabriel use something new in your bath?”

Lucifer shrugged, not knowing, as he slid onto Sam’s lap as he held his hand. “I dunno.” He said shyly.

“It doesn’t matter, I guess,” Sam said as he leaned up and kissed the curve of the angel’s jaw. “Do you feel better after a nice long soak, baby?”

Gabriel crossed the room, snagging a cookie from the plate Sam had laid out and snapped up a selection of fruit along the way, knowing that Lucifer sometimes preferred fresh over packaged foods. Stretching out on the rug in front of the cold fireplace, he contented himself with nibbling at the edges of the cookie while the towel around his waist did nothing but thinly veil his nudity beneath.

Lucifer nodded as he tilted his head back for Sam’s kisses. “Yeah.” He mumbled.

“Good.” Sam reached out and picked up a slice of dragon fruit and restrained the urge to roll his eyes at Gabriel’s sneaky additions. He lifted it and offered the fruit to Lucifer, delicately running the edge over his bottom lip.

Lucifer began nibbling on the dragonfruit, his eyes fluttering shut in happiness as the juice ran down his chin.

“Have I told you today that I love you?” Sam asked as he swiped away the drop of fruit juice and sucked it from his finger. “Because I do. I’m one of the luckiest damned men on this planet to have angels like you and Gabriel.”

Lucifer smiled and blushed prettily, eyes round and doe-like as he nibbled more on the slice of fruit.

“I wonder if you understand why we’re really here, Heylel. Why we took you away from the bunker.” Sam asked.

Lucifer shook his head in response to Sam’s question. Finished with his dragonfruit, he leaned over to grab a slice of pomegranate.

“You were working yourself into the ground. Ignoring mine and Gabriel’s offers to help with the twins and Mary.” Sam took a deep breath and gently stroked along Lucifer’s knee. “It was too much, Heylel. For you and us, so much so that Dean came to us and arranged to take care of the kids so we could get you to slow down.”

“But it’s my job.” Lucifer protested quietly, nibbling on his pomegranate. “That’s what I do. I tend the nest in all its parts.”

“Not by yourself, sweetheart,” Gabriel added from his spot, his head propped up in the palm of his hand. “We’re bonded and mated, yes? Nest mates. Doesn’t that mean we have a responsibility to care for the very same nest?”

“In different ways.” Lucifer murmured, finishing up his pomegranate and now leaning over to get a slice of grapefruit and some sugar.

Sam intercepted his reach and dipped the fruit in sugar before feeding the piece to him. “We’re not traditional, Heylel. Never have been. So isn’t it time we are allowed to take some of the weight of responsibility from you so we all can enjoy our children and marriage?”

Lucifer had no answer for that. Instead, he nibbled on his grapefruit. He knew his mates were right but he couldn’t help it. It was a compulsion to do everything himself when a child came into play.

Knowing that this would eventually lead to an argument that could last far beyond their weekend, Gabriel sat up and moved to kneel at Sam’s feet.

Lucifer nibbled more on his grapefruit, his shoulders tensing ever so slightly.

“I’ll make you a deal, Heylel.” Gabriel started, his hand resting on Lucifer’s knee. “During the week you can do as much of the work as you see fit, but we get to help with bathtimes and meals like we used to do with Mary. Then on the weekends, you relinquish all responsibilities and take the time off. You can tend your gardens, or we could go out as a family to the park or movies. Anything you want.”

“That sounds reasonable, baby,” Sam said, his hand rubbing across his shoulders to ease the tensing muscles.

Lucifer frowned, not liking the idea but not wanting to throw it completely out. Finishing off his grapefruit, he snagged an apple quickly and began nibbling on that.

Gabriel deflated when Lucifer didn’t immediately answer and slumped down onto his heels. “You don’t like it.” He sighed. “I knew there was a reason that Heaven always had nurseries.”

Lucifer nibbled on his lower lip anxiously when Gabriel said that and he let loose a soft whimper. He felt like his mates were mad at him for not wanting to catch a break, for wanting to do it all himself and he tensed more under Sam’s hand, lowering his eyes.

Sitting up, Sam wrapped his arms around Lucifer and rested his chin on his mate’s shoulder. “We worry about you, baby. That’s all. We love you and want you to be happy. Just like I want Gabriel to be happy. If you two aren’t, then I’m not doing my job either.”

“And I know how you think, Heylel. You’re kicking yourself because you think we’re pissed.” Gabriel interjected. “We aren’t. Not in the least bit. It’s just frustrating to feel useless and shoved aside because your mate is an overachiever.”

Lucifer gave a quiet sniffle, still looking down and away from his mates. “It’s a compulsion.” He whispered softly, barely heard by any ears. “One that I don’t mind, but it’s a compulsion and I can’t turn it off. It’s what I love doing. I love taking care of house and home, and children.”

“Then we’ll have to help you quiet yourself during the week so you don’t run yourself ragged,” Sam promised with a kiss to his cheek. “Even if it’s surprise blowjobs in the laundry room.”

Lucifer gave another quiet sniffle. “And on the weekends?” He prompted.

“If you feel the need to rearrange the pantry for no other reason than the salt is on the wrong shelf, then so be it.” Gabriel said, “But after the kids are in bed, that’s our time. The three of us. Don’t get me wrong, a handy in the dark is nice but I miss more vigorous activities. I know Sam does too.” Gabriel lifted a sly eye and smirk to his taller mate.

Lucifer sniffled again, a silent tear rolling down his cheek. He felt like he had failed his mates, failed to care for them the way they needed to be cared for. He returned his teeth to his apple nibbling, remaining silent in agreement.

“Hey,” Sam whispered, brushing the tear away with his thumb. “Don’t cry, baby. You’ve not done anything wrong. If anything, we did wrong by you by not realizing sooner and taking care.”

Lucifer’s eyes followed the path of Sam’s thumb wiping his tear away and inhaled raggedly. “Okay.” He whispered softly.

“I’ve got something for you if you like.” Sam picked up the poetry book he’d been reading and opened it, reading aloud. “Touched by an Angel, by Maya Angelou…”

Lucifer leaned into Sam, curling up on his lap and resting his head the best he could over his youngest mate’s heart, still nibbling on his apple.

When Sam was done reading, Lucifer was snuggled in Sam’s lap, listening to his heartbeat with his eyes closed. His apple had been finished by the time Sam had read the first stanza, but he hadn’t wanted to move. He stirred slightly from his content doze to place a soft kiss on Sam’s shoulder.

Sam had finished the poem long before Lucifer woke and had drifted off himself while Gabriel had gone upstairs to dress and make sure the nest was in a sleeping condition. Inhaling sharply, roused from sleep at the touch of Lucifer’s lips, Sam opened his eyes and returned the kiss to the top of his mate’s head. “Good nap?”

Lucifer nodded and snuggled more into Sam, having missed being enclosed in his mate’s strong arms like this.

He would have been content to stay in the chair a bit longer, but the call of nature and a stiff leg begged for him to move. “I’ve got to get up for a few minutes. You want to stay down here or go find Gabriel?”

Lucifer hummed in contemplation. “Gabe.” He mumbled.

“I think he’s up in the bedroom if you want to go surprise him,” Sam said with a pat to Lucifer’s thigh.

Lucifer slowly and reluctantly got up and made his way into the nest. Spying Gabriel naked on his back in bed, he slowly approached, watching Gabriel stroke himself.

Gabriel arched up into his hand, his mouth going slack as a pleasured moan escaped his lips. The slick sound of his hand gliding along his shaft barely heard above his fast breathing.

Lucifer wondered what his brother was thinking about. He felt himself filling out underneath the towel as he contemplated how best to surprise his mate.

“Heylel.” Gabriel groaned as his legs fell open, exposing himself to Lucifer’s gaze as his hips rolled down, while the fingers of his free hand drifted down to tease the rim of his hole.

Lucifer wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. Walking around to the side of the bed, he leaned down and kissed Gabriel softly, sweetly.

Jerking in surprise, Gabriel looked up at Lucifer with a wide-eyed expression. “Luci!” He squeaked out and snatched his hands away from their task. “I was just making the bed.”

Lucifer smiled and slid into the bed beside his brother, going back to kissing Gabriel, letting him know that he wasn’t upset or anything. The towel gave way and Lucifer sighed at the skin on skin contact.

It took him a moment to catch on, but when Gabriel did he melted into Lucifer’s touch. Cupping the back of his neck, Gabriel held his brother close as he sipped at the kisses offered him like they were water and he was a man traveling across the desert.

Lucifer pressed himself against his brother, laying his arms loosely on Gabriel’s hips as he relaxed in his mate’s arms.

“Missed this,” Gabriel whispered between kisses. Turning onto his side, the younger angel’s leg slid up along Lucifer’s as he reveled in the warm, supple feel of his toned muscles. “Please...” He pleaded quietly, needing more after having worked himself up over the past half hour.

Lucifer, however, wanted to take his time. Still kissing Gabriel, he let his hands and fingers roam up and down Gabriel’s body, reacquainting himself with every nook and cranny of his brother. He wanted to touch, to feel, to taste. To savor as he needed.

Gabriel couldn’t help but let out small mewls and whimpers as he pushed into every touch and kiss until he was quaking with want.

“Have pity on him.” Sam’s soft voice lilted from the corner where he’d silently seated himself when he’d finished in the bathroom.

“Wanna savor,” Lucifer whispered, kissing down Gabriel’s neck now with a trail of soft kisses.

Gabriel tilted back his head with a sigh, rolling his hips toward Lucifer in an effort to get some kind of relief. “Gonna explode if you savor.”

Lucifer placed a series of kisses along Gabriel’s collarbone, licking the sweat gathered in the hollow of his throat.

“That would be something to see.” Sam teased with a smug smirk. He slouched down in his seat and tugged at the leg of his pants to relieve some of the constrictive pressure on his growing erection.

Lucifer was now kissing across the expanse of Gabriel’s chest.

Threading his fingers through Lucifer’s hair, Gabriel tugged on it gently to urge him on.

Lucifer groaned and looked up at his brother with bright blue eyes full of sweetness and the need to make whatever this was last.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Gabriel groaned. “I really do. But if you don’t get inside me I’m going to take matters into my own hands.”

Lucifer brought himself up and kissed Gabriel gently. “I want to make love, Malachi.” He whispered.

His brother’s words made him pause. Lucifer had never asked to make love. If it happened, it happened but was rarely actively discussed.  Gabriel felt his heart swell with adoration as he ran his knuckles over Lucifer’s cheek. “Okay.” He responded meekly.

Lucifer purred softly, closing his eyes at his brother’s touch and he leaned in for another soft kiss.

Gabriel had to hold back his desire to devour Lucifer in his enthusiasm. With a slow exhale through his nose, he parted his lips to flick the tip of his tongue against his brother’s bottom lip, tasting a faint hint of the fruit he’d eaten that afternoon.

Lucifer sighed happily as he kissed Gabriel, opening his mouth slightly in invitation.

Licking his way into Lucifer’s mouth, Gabriel’s tongue massaged alongside Lucifer’s as he rolled to his back so that his brother slotted between his opened thighs.

Lucifer groaned and ran his fingers down Gabriel’s sides.

Rolling up against Lucifer, Gabriel clutched at his shoulders as he gently nipped at his bottom lip.

“How do you want us?” Lucifer whispered, his eyes fluttering in pleasure.

Humming, Gabriel kissed his way along Lucifer’s jaw until he could capture his earlobe between his teeth, sucking lightly on the bit of his brother’s ear. “As long as you’re inside me, I don’t care.”

Lucifer smiled softly. Gently, he turned his brother around and curled his legs up, so his knees were touching his chest. Slotting himself behind Gabriel, he slowly slid in two magically lubed fingers inside his brother.

A breath was punched out of the sandy-haired angel when he felt himself being breached for the first time in months by someone other than himself. The corner of the sheet crumpled into his palm as he gripped the fabric tightly while willing himself to relax and let himself feel.

Lucifer took his time to stretch his brother open, making sure he could fit up to four fingers comfortably. He relished in his task in making Gabe pant and mewl beneath him.

“Heylel… please.” Gabriel pleaded, unable to take the teasing sensation of Lucifer’s fingers plunging into him repeatedly when he knew there was something so much better in store.

Lucifer smiled and skated over Gabriel’s prostate before withdrawing his fingers. Grabbing the base of his cock, he glided into his brother’s waiting hole, groaning.

Gabriel let out a low moan as he was filled, the stretching burn was a welcomed sensation and one that made his cock leak precum on to his thigh. Opening his eyes, he caught sight of Sam still in his chair but with his fly undone, his cock standing hard and aching red in his hand. The hunter locked eyes with the trickster and winked as he thrust up into his hand in time with Lucifer’s first thrust into him.

Lucifer rested inside his brother for a few moments, breathing heavily as he wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. It didn’t take long though, for Lucifer’s hips to begin a steady, slow, hard rhythm that filled Gabriel up each and every time.

For lack of something to do with his hand that laid free against the bed, Gabriel grasped Lucifer’s, squeezing tight as each thrust drove wanton sounds from the archangel’s mouth.

Lucifer kept up the slow, hard pace he set, holding Gabriel’s hand as he held him close, peppering kisses over his skin as he made love to his brother, engrossed in showing him his love and devotion.

Craning his neck, Gabriel sought out his brother’s lips as he felt the tension of his orgasm growing in the pit of his stomach. “Close...” He warned with a groan.

“Then let go, whenever.” Lucifer returned, kissing Gabriel deeply and passionately.

At first, the kiss was a passionate clash of lips, teeth, and tongue but it soon devolved into Gabriel simply panting against his brother’s lips until his pleasure crested. Clenching tight around Lucifer’s cock, Gabriel moaned loudly as his body shook and he came across his own thigh and the sheets.

Lucifer groaned. He was close, oh so close. He just needed a few more thrusts. . .

From the corner, the sound of Sam’s voice moaning in tandem with Gabriel and Lucifer echoed from the walls. He’d been watching and enjoying every sigh and cry, but it was too much for him in the end. Sam came into his fist as his chest flushed a bright red, leaving him breathless and loose afterward. Taking a deep breath, he stood from the chair without bothering to clean off his hand and curled up behind Lucifer.

His cum soaked fingers probed gently at the angel’s hole. “That was fucking beautiful.” Sam murmured into his mate’s ear as he pushed two fingers into him. “Made me cum just from watching you two.”

Lucifer gasped and moaned, rocking his hips backward onto Sam’s fingers. “Sam.” He whispered, tilting his head back. The falling sun shining into the nest made the collar on Lucifer’s neck glitter and sparkle

Gabriel went to move away, but Sam stopped him with a word. “Don’t go, Gabe. Heylel needs to fill your tight little ass.”

“Oh fuck.” Gabriel moaned, his cock twitching at the thought.

Lucifer whimpered and clenched his hole around Sam’s fingers.

“Like that, baby? Gonna use Gabe to catch every last drop, aren’t you?” Sam whispered filthily to him as he curled his fingers to press against the angel’s prostate.

Lucifer gave a sob, hips stuttering into Gabriel’s. “Uh huh.” He moaned.

“I can feel how close you are.” Sam purred. “Do you want to cum, baby?”

“Yes, please.” Lucifer whimpered.

Sam eased in a third finger and started to thrust his hand hard enough to jar Lucifer forward. His fingers grazing over Lucifer’s prostate with every pass as he murmured in the angel’s ear. “Cum, Heylel. Give it to us.”

It took a few more thrusts but soon, Lucifer was cumming deep into Gabriel, curling into his brother more as he moaned and trembled with his release.

Sam kissed the back of Lucifer’s neck while slowing his thrusts so that his fingers simply slid in and out of him.

Gabriel gripped Lucifer’s hip as he rutted back against him until the last shudder passed and then he lay still, basking in the intimacy of being connected with Lucifer, and vicariously, Sam.

Lucifer laid still between them after a moment, breathing heavily and his eyes closed.

“Perfect.” Sam kissed the tender spot below Lucifer’s ear and slowly withdrew his fingers.

Lucifer yawned pleasantly and stretched, arching his back and making happy sounds.

Gabriel sighed as he shifted so Lucifer’s cock could slip free, then he flipped over to kiss his brother softly. “That was wonderful, Heylel.”

Lucifer returned the kiss and held his brother close.

“And what about me?” Sam teased as he propped up on his elbow to look down at them.

Gabriel turned a cheeky grin to the hunter. “You make an awesome sex toy.”

Lucifer giggled and looked up at his mate, puckering his lips for a kiss.

“Better to be a sex toy than alone in a corner abusing myself.” Sam shook his head before dropping a kiss to Lucifer’s waiting lips and then rolled out of the nest to get cleaned up.

Gabriel laughed and turned to Lucifer. “Do you ever wonder where he learns the old terms for stuff?”

Lucifer shook his head and cuddled into Gabriel.

.oOo.

The next morning found Lucifer laying down in the nest with one of his books and relaxing while his mates cleaned up from breakfast. They’d insisted that he take the time to do something for himself, even if it was only for a little while.

Sam was first to finish his chores and kissed Gabriel goodbye so the angel could run back to the bunker to check on everyone. The hunter considered sitting on the back porch to read a bit but after Gabriel left, he found the house too quiet and that he wanted to at least spend a little time with Lucifer, just the two of them.

Lucifer turned the page in his book, relaxing deep into the bed as he read on.

Stepping into the bedroom, Sam bit at his bottom lip as he watched Lucifer’s bare ass flex as the angel shifted to get in a more comfortable position. Unable to resist, Sam crawled up and nibbled at the tempting globe. “Whatcha readin’?” He asked.

Lucifer groaned, skin quivering underneath Sam’s lips. “One of my novels.” He murmured.

“Is this the one where the werewolf finds his mate and steals the poor human away to the woods?” Sam teased as he kissed one of the quickly fading bite marks. He knew that Lucifer tended to raid the supernatural romance sections of the bookstores and it was one of the more endearing, if not amusing quirks, the angel had.  

Lucifer shook his head. “Finished that one.” He murmured. “This one has vampires in it. And Wiccans. A female Wiccan falls in love with a male vampire in pre-revolutionary Russia.”

Sam chuckled as he dropped his forehead to the small of Lucifer’s back. “Please tell me the vampire doesn’t sparkle like the last one you read.”

“Can we not discuss the fact that I read Twilight? No, it’s a true vampire.” Lucifer said, turning a page. “Oh. Should mention that the vamp’s also Jewish. It’s rather entertaining, the way they’re dancing around each other because she’s trying to be respectful of his traditions while he’s attempting to be respectful of hers.”

“How romantic,” Sam said before licking a figure eight against his husband’s skin.

Lucifer shivered with a hum. “They’ll end up fucking.” He said. “There’s biting involved.”

“So you like biting?” Sam purred as he pressed his teeth against Lucifer’s hip.

“Baby, you know I do,” Lucifer said, squirming a little at the nip.

Sam ran his tongue along his mates crack, dipping his tongue between the angel’s cheeks. “And that?”

Lucifer groaned, his hips lifting to press into Sam’s tongue. “Hubby love, I’m trying to read.” He said, attempting to ignore his swelling member.

Parting Lucifer’s cheeks, Sam gently ran a finger over the exposed hole and smiled. “You don’t have to stop on my account.”

Lucifer moaned and pulled his book closer to him, tucking his arms underneath his torso as his eyes scanned the Cyrillic lettering intensely.

Pleased by his reaction, Sam leaned down and teased the tip of his tongue around Lucifer’s rim, seeing if he could elicit a reaction while the angel was reading.

Lucifer groaned and spread his legs apart

“I’m sorry. Did I break your concentration?” Sam asked as he repeated the motion with his tongue.

“You’re certainly making it difficult.” Lucifer moaned loudly.

Sam smirked as he laid down between Lucifer’s legs and took great delight in dragging every moan and sigh from his mate. His tongue circling around Lucifer’s rim before gently pressing the tip inside.

Lucifer whined and shakily turned the page in his book, starting to read aloud in hopes of distracting himself. The Russian language slid smoothly off his tongue.

“Oh god!” Sam swore when he heard Lucifer speaking. It was something that he didn’t admit often but he had a thing for foreign languages, and he blamed the angels for speaking Enochian during sex and basically conditioning him to the preference. Now it didn’t matter what language either one spoke, it never failed to send a thrill up his spine.

Lucifer smirked and kept reading out loud, his voice low and soothing.

Crawling upward, Sam covered Lucifer’s back with his body as he whispered into his ear. “You’re wicked.”

“So are you.” Lucifer hummed. “You said keep reading. So I did. Not my fault you got distracted.”

“Should I leave you alone then?” Sam asked as his hand skated along Lucifer’s side , his touch feather light.

“ Please don’t.” Lucifer hummed, arching into his mate’s feathery touch.

Sam started to kiss down Lucifer’s spine, taking the time to lick between each knob of his spine and back up again.

Lucifer groaned softly. “Do you want me to keep reading?” He asked.

“I honestly don’t think you could.” The hunter muttered as he slipped his hand down between his angel’s legs to stroke along the velvet soft skin of his balls. “Especially once I slide into you.”

Lucifer whined and rocked his hips back. He swore in Russian, the curse falling off his lips like wine.

“Patience, Beautiful.” Sam stretched up to the retrieve the lube from the nightstand, dropping a kiss to Lucifer’s shoulder as he moved. Slicking up his fingers, he slid the tip of his finger into Lucifer, not going any deeper.

Lucifer moaned and dropped his head down to his book, the words on the page swirling in a vortex. “Sam, please.” He whimpered.

Making a shushing noise and assuring the angel that he’d be taken care of, Sam eased his finger all the way in and slowly thrust. Usually, they’d fall into more ‘playful’ roles but today Sam just wanted to touch, taste, and make love to Lucifer. A part of him hoped that Gabriel would be detained long enough for the two of them to do just that.

Lucifer moaned and melted minutely in the bed. Shoving his book away from him, he closed it and slid it underneath his pillow so he could properly enjoy whatever Sam was giving him.

“Don’t want to read anymore, Baby?” Sam asked as he pulled his finger free and stroked over Lucifer’s hole with his index and middle finger.

Lucifer shivered and shook his head. “No, Sam. Just want you.”

“How do you want me, Heylel?” Sam kissed along his shoulder, his fingers spreading the lube around until Lucifer was slick and warm under his touch. “You can have me any way you want.”

“Like this, Sam. Just like this.” Lucifer moaned, warming up and flames spreading throughout his body as he became more and more aroused.

“As you wish,” Sam whispered as he pressed his fingers into Lucifer, slow and gentle. Twisting his wrist, he curled his fingers to seek out that small soft spot inside that he knew would make Lucifer melt and eventually quake with pleasure.

Lucifer cried out in pleasure as Sam’s fingers found his prostate and he arched back into Sam.

“There we go.” Sam pressed against the spot again and started to place open-mouthed kisses along Lucifer’s neck. “You feel so good, Heylel. Hot and tight around my fingers. Imagine how that’d feel with my cock inside you.”

Lucifer moaned and shivered, whimpering as Sam pressed down on it again. “Sam!” He moaned, turning his head to slot his lips with his mate’s.

Sam kissed Lucifer, long and slow. Taking his time to enjoy the slide of their lips against each other and the quiet huffing sighs as he brought his angel closer to the edge.

Lucifer moaned and whined into the kiss, holding himself up just so Sam had an easier time on his neck, whimpering as he got closer too quickly.

“Need you in me.” He whispered softly.

Withdrawing his fingers, Sam eased his sweatpants down around his hips until his cock was freed, hard and aching as it bounced against Lucifer’s crease. “Ride me, Heylel. I want to watch you cum.”

Lucifer turned underneath Sam, moaning as he felt their cocks slide together. “Are you gonna sit or lay?” He rasped softly.

Giving him a small kiss to his lips, Sam’s hand drifted along his hip. “Your choice.”

“I want you to sit,” Lucifer whispered softly, resting his hands on Sam’s shoulders. “Wanna feel every bit of you.”

Sam crashed their mouths together and wound his arm around Lucifer’s waist, pulling him up as he sat up. Urging the angel to his lap.

Lucifer crawled onto his lap and wrapped his legs around Sam’s waist, his hole teasing his mate’s cock as he kissed and sucked on Sam’s lips.

Gripping the base of his cock, Sam lined the head of his cock up and rolled his hips, pushing the tip against Lucifer. He sighed at the contact and cupped the back of the angel’s head as he flicked his tongue against his husband’s lips.

Lucifer opened his mouth and accepted Sam in both mouth and ass, sliding down his length slowly.

Sam moaned into the kiss as his fingers scratched their way down Lucifer’s back until the settled on the back of his shoulders where his wings would rest.

Lucifer moaned at the scratching as he settled on Sam’s lap, cock firmly lodged in his ass. He melted, feeling Sam encircle him, enclose him and he groaned as he was somewhat content to rest there for a few minutes basking in the feeling of safety and love.

Breaking from the kiss, Sam set about to kissing along Lucifer’s jaw as he subtly rolled his hips. Not enough to be a true thrust but to alleviate the throbbing in his shaft.

Lucifer tilted his head back and moaned at the light hip roll before giving one of his own.

“Give me your wings, Heylel.” Sam pleaded as he dipped his face into the crook of Lucifer’s shoulder with a groan, his hand petting over his back as if the hunter were trying to coax the angel’s wings into being.

Lucifer took a lungful of air and let his wings flare out, sleek and shiny with wing oil.

“That’s my Prince.” Sam sighed, his fingers diving into the feathers at the base of Lucifer’s wings, tugging gently only to immediately smoothing them back out.  

Lucifer gasped at the nickname and the gentle pull on his feathers. “Again.” He whispered softly, asking for both things again.

Smiling against Lucifer’s skin, Sam tugged at the feathers again. “Move, My Prince. I’m yours to love.” He murmured.

“My King,” Lucifer whispered, rolling his hips down and into Sam’s firmly, but slowly.

It’d been so very long since they’d been together like this, that it was a test of Sam’s will not to flip them over and take control. But this wasn’t just about him, it was about them . About showing Lucifer how much he loved him with each touch, kiss, and whisper of his name.

Lucifer rolled his hips slowly and firmly down into Sam’s, touching everything he can with his hands and lips, drinking in everything that Sam was giving him. His legs around Sam’s waist tightened as his nails dug into his mate’s back, pressing into him as much as he could.

“You feel so good, Heylel.” Sam groaned, his fingers slipping through Lucifer’s feathers until they rested on his oil glands, circling them and slicking his fingers. “You have no idea how much.”

Lucifer moaned and bucked his hips harder into Sam’s as he touched his oil glands. “Sam, fuck, feel so good. . . So good.” He managed to say.

Sam curled his arms around Lucifer, one hand resting on the small of his back guiding his movements. Pulling him closer, Sam pressed their mouths together, savoring the contact as the kiss deepened. The shift in position had the tip of his cock brushing across Lucifer’s sweet spot with each thrust.

Lucifer whimpered into the kisses, clinging to Sam with everything that he had as his hips rolled lightly, keeping Sam’s dick rubbing against his prostate as he devoured everything he had.

He tried to hold back for as long as possible, but the more they moved together the more Sam’s cock began to ache. An ache that spread into his groin until he had to pull from the kiss and pant to try and catch his breath or risk finishing before his mate. “Please tell me you’re close.”

“Fairly close.” Lucifer moaned, taking a huge breath of air. A small breathless laugh escaped him as he kept rolling his hips. “Wanna connect with Gabe’s part of the bond and make him cum in his pants like a teenager?” He asked.

Sam shook his head, a wave of possessiveness coming over him as he growled in Lucifer’s ear. “You’re all mine.”

Lucifer shivered and laughed. “All yours, my King.” He purred.

Groaning, Sam tucked his legs so that he could kneel, his arms braced around the small of Lucifer’s back to hold him up. With a quick bite to his mate’s clavicle, the human thrust up as hard as he could, driving his cock deep into Lucifer’s slick opening as a strained grunt fell from his lips.

Lucifer cried out and fisted his mate’s hair in both of his hands, trembling on top of Sam, unable to truly thrust and enjoying it. “Sam. . .”

“Come on, baby.” Sam urged on. “Cum for me. Wanna feel you squeeze my cock.”

“Say it again, please.” Lucifer whimpered on the brink.

“Say what?” Sam groaned as he teetered on the precipice of pleasure.

“The new nickname… Please, Sam, please!” Lucifer begged.

Sam’s dug his fingers into Lucifer’s hips and pulled him down against him, thrusting hard. “Cum with me, My Prince.”

Lucifer came, and he came hard, screaming out his pleasure as he shook and trembled against Sam.

Feeling Lucifer clamp down around him was the all he needed to be tumbling over the edge. With a final, hard thrust Sam came deep inside Lucifer as his teeth bite down onto the angel’s shoulder.

Lucifer finished his orgasm and leaned against Sam, panting and mewling softly, overly sensitive and yet having no feeling in his skin.

Sam came back to himself and realized what he’d done to Lucifer’s shoulder. Even though he was still a little punch drunk from his orgasm, he kissed the spot repeatedly while murmuring apologies.

“‘S okay, Sam,” Lucifer mumbled as he relaxed deeper into Sam. “Can’t feel no’in’ ‘cept f’r m’head.”

Laying Lucifer down with his head cradled on the pillows, Sam pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You okay, Heylel?”

Lucifer gave a little giggle and smiled sleepily up at Sam. “‘m fine, Sammy-whammy. Jus’ a li’l sleepy an’ I can’ feel...” He frowned briefly. “Things.”

“Poor little Prince,” Sam said as he shucked off his pants and covered them both with a thick blanket, pulling the angel into the little spoon position.

Lucifer dozed off in Sam’s warm arms, feeling warm and loved, opening his eyes when he saw Gabriel sliding in beside them a few hours later. “Hey, babe,” Lucifer mumbled, barely awake.

“Hey there,” Gabriel whispered so he wouldn’t wake Sam. “Looks like I missed the fun.” He said as his eyes ran over the teeth marks in his brother’s shoulder.

“Mmm.” Lucifer hummed happily . “Fun was had when he made me lose concentration on reading my latest novel.”

Gabriel smirked as he draped his arm over Lucifer’s waist below Sam’s arm. “So was it your plan to make Sam act out your vampire porn?”

“Jus’ because Joshua’s a vampire doesn’ mean it’s bitin’ porn, he’s no’ mar’d t’ Hestia,” Lucifer drawled. “So no.”

“That’s probably a good thing you didn’t, considering.” Gabriel teased, “So are we just gonna camp out in here for the rest of the day and night?”

“Mmmm, excellent idea.” Lucifer hummed, wrapping himself around Gabriel near to the point of suffocation. “Mine.”

.oOo.

Lucifer walked into the bunker with a sort of a dazed smile on his face, swooping in to blow a raspberry on Samson’s stomach, causing the infant to squeal in delight as did his twin before looking at Castiel. “How have they been, little moonlight?” He asked.

“Talkative, in their own way,” Castiel said as he rocked William. The seraph’s eyes looked tired like he hadn’t slept well for the entire weekend. “They do not care for Dean and made it painfully obvious.”

“They screamed their damned heads off,” Dean stated as he came strolling into the room with Mary Rose bouncing beside him.

“So you don’t want twelve just like them, Dean?” Sam asked with a knowing grin as he took the baby from Castiel.

Dean was about to answer when Mary Rose barrelled into Lucifer’s legs, hugging them tightly. “Mommy, Unca Dean took me driving in Baby and showed me how to use a sword.”

“Did he now, Princess?” Lucifer laughed, hauling his eight-year-old daughter onto his hip. “Did you have fun with Uncle Dean and Uncle Cas and your brothers?” He shot daggers at his best friend.

Mary Rose nodded while Dean shrugged unashamedly at the angel. “We had burgers too. Big ones with bacon, but babies can’t have bacon even if William chewed it like candy.”

“Seriously, Bacon?” Gabriel asked with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Yes, which caused the babe to vomit later that evening from a stomach ache,” Castiel added.

“Whoa, wait a sec. Why am I getting the death glares and ‘Really, Dean’?” The eldest hunter asked as he backed away from Sam who was looked like he was about to smack him if it wasn’t for holding his son.

Lucifer took a deep breath and counted to ten before looking at Dean. “Because you fed a two-month-old bacon and let an eight-year-old drive?” He said in a thoughtful tone, one that said in not so many words you are an idiot Dean.

“To be fair it was Mary who gave William the bacon,” Castiel said as he flopped down into the nearest chair.

Dean crossed his arms over his chest, “And she worked the wheel while I worked the pedals for fifteen feet. Sam went a mile at that age when Dad did the same thing.”

Lucifer sighed and shook his head. “Just glad that everyone’s safe.” He said, kissing Mary’s cheek before looking over at a softly smiling Michael. “Micha, you’re smirking.” he accused his older sibling, whom he had barely noticed when he walked in. “What are you thinking?”

Michael didn’t bother answering Lucifer, just looked to Gabriel and asked. “He’s been working himself into the ground?”

Nodding, Gabriel gave the eldest Archangel a curious look. “How did you know?”

“Heylel did the same thing when Castiel was born. So I’ve been there and done that.” Michael turned his smirk back to Lucifer. “It was exhausting. Repeatedly.”

“Michael, shut your whore mouth.” Lucifer hissed.

Gabriel and Dean cracked up laughing while Sam blushed and hurried off to the nursery. Michael was about to reply when Mary Rose piped up as she clutched around Lucifer’s neck. “Mommy? What’s a whore mouth?”

Lucifer pursed his lips. “Mommy’s calling Aunt Michelle a very mean name because Aunt Michelle is being a pain in my butt like she has been ever since I was born.” He answered firmly. “Aka Mommy said a bad word.”

“Oooh.” Mary Rose said thoughtfully, “Do I have a whore mouth?”

Hearing her question, Michael, Dean, and Gabriel laughed even harder. Castiel even joined in with a concealed chuckle.

“No, you don’t, sweetheart.” Lucifer cooed, kissing her forehead. “Why don’t you go help Daddy Sam? I’ll help you with your homework in a bit.”

Castiel got control of himself as Mary Rose was put down and raced off to find Sam. The younger angel picked up Samson and patted the baby’s back. “I’ll put him down while you scowl at my mate,” Castiel muttered as he passed Lucifer.

“And your father.” Lucifer reminded Castiel. Waiting until all the children were out, he returned his glare to Michael. “I was not this bad when Castiel was born.” He protested.

“Oh no?” Michael challenged as she got her giggles under control. “You lost feathers to the nerves and stress. It took me sending Little Cas to Gabriel and ‘distracting’ you until you passed out.”

“I did not pass out.” Lucifer denied. “I remember that part clearly. You hit me in the head. And I didn’t lose feathers to stress, I lost them because I was molting. ”

A slow grin crawled across Gabriel’s face. “I remember that. And I don’t know what you two were up to, but I heard some distinctly enthusiastic screams all the way to the garden. Startled poor Joshua. And you weren’t molting, Lucifer. Molting looks like a pillow exploding. You lost them one by one.”

Dean wiped the corner of his eye as he choked back another laugh. “Now all I’m going to imagine is Lucifer running after his feathers and pushing them into a pillowcase.”

Lucifer glared at Michael harder. “He took away my Grace.” He snarled.  

“You didn’t seem to complain after the fourth orgasm,” Michael said as she picked up her jacket. “Gabriel, a word of advice from one who was mated to the Morningstar to the one who is. Pleasure him thoroughly and often, it’s the only way he’ll ever slow down enough to take care of himself.”

“We figured that out, don’t worry.” Gabriel slipped his arm around Lucifer and held him tight.

“There is no exchanging of secrets,” Lucifer said, shaking his head. “Michael, shut your mouth and wipe that smirk off your face, or I’ll tell about the time I had to tie you to our bed because you held all day inspections for the troops for, wait for it, four months.”

Michael tapped the side of her nose and put on her jacket. “Gabriel, be sure to give your human mate plenty of vitamins, he’ll need them to keep up. Especially when Heylel gets low on Vitamin D.” She turned and hurried toward the door before anyone, namely Lucifer, could retort.

Dean turned an amused look toward the angels. “Vitamin D, huh? Shouldn’t that be a W?”

“Why would it be a W?” Lucifer asked, fuming at the closed door.

“It’d be more like WD.” Gabriel snickered. “ ‘cause nothing calms the beast like a healthy shot of Winchester, the younger that is.”

“You both are disgusting perverts and the next time I see Michael I’m going to wring their neck.” Lucifer seethed.

“Oh, pull the stick out of your ass, Luci’. Or do you need a little ‘WD-40’ to help lube it up? He is that age now.” Dean said as he kept up the teasing.

Lucifer groaned and buried his head in his hands. “I’m going to go cook dinner now.” He announced, starting to head for the kitchen, frowning when he found Gabriel in front of him.

“No kitchen for you, Heylel. Not until tomorrow morning. That was the deal, right?” Gabriel asked with a wag of his finger.

Lucifer threw his hands in the air before turning to look at Dean. “A little help, please?”

“Dinner’s done and in the fridge to be warmed up. I made too much spaghetti last night.” Dean offered as he sat down and opened a magazine.

“Go,” Gabriel said as put his hands on Lucifer’s shoulders and pushed him toward the hall leading to the bedrooms. “Go cuddle a baby. We have three, four if you count Cassie.”

“Cas got his cuddles this morning,” Dean answered with a raised eyebrow. “If you catch my drift.”

“Gross,” Lucifer mumbled, walking towards the nursery. Squeezing in between Sam and Castiel, he nabbed the sleeping twins and took off for the bedroom with them to cuddle, Mary Rose tight on his heels.

[dragonydreams]

The Light and The Heat - Coldwave

Title: The Light and The Heat Fandom: The Flash, DC's Legends of Tomorrow Rating: Mature Pairings/Characters: Leonard Snart/Mick Rory Summary: There was something familiar about Mick that Len couldn't pinpoint, and that fact kept drawing him back here - to the coffee shop and the chair. Timeline: AU Word Count:  3,785 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Berlanti Productions, DC Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Television. Betas: Thank you to my regular betas for looking this over for me. You know who you are. Author's Note: This is my DCTV Secret Santa gift for @sophiainspace who asked for 1) anything coldwave (especially young coldwave e.g. in their 20s) and/or 2) fluffy coffee shop AU. I'm sure you won't mind that I managed to include both. Enjoy! Author's Note 2: Title from "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel.

Len's pace quickened as he approached his destination, one hand on the strap of his messenger bag, keeping it tight against his body, as he rushed down the busy street just off campus, cursing how far away he'd had to park his car.

He wasn't late… technically. It wasn't like he had an appointment or class that he was trying to get to. No, this was a far more important destination he was aiming for.

He pulled the door open, cursing the jangle of the bell on the door for announcing his self-imposed tardiness, and paused in the entryway. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that his chair was available. He strode quickly over to it and dropped his bag onto the worn leather before turning to the counter.

Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons this was his chair. Ever since he'd discovered that Elemental Coffee served the best hot cocoa and was on his way from campus to Lisa's high school.

Len approached the counter and found his order waiting for him. As usual.

"Want me to freshen that up?" the burly man behind the counter asked. "You're late."

Len picked the mug up off the counter, mini marshmallows melting slightly in the still hot, but no longer steaming, liquid.

"Nah, this is perfect," Len said, after taking a sip. "How'd you know?"

Mick grunted. "Could set my clock by your schedule."

Len dipped his face to his mug to avoid the blush he could feel creeping up his neck. "Thanks," he muttered as he paid and left a healthy tip in the tip jar before returning to his chair with his drink and a blueberry scone.

His chair had a perfect view of the counter, and, more importantly, the man behind the counter. The perfect study distraction for Len.

Mick was a mystery that Len had been trying to solve for months now. Without, you know, actually talking to him more than to give his order and other small talk.

There was something familiar about Mick that Len couldn't pinpoint, and that fact kept drawing him back here - to the shop and the chair.

After settling himself in the chair, drink and snack safe on the small table beside him, Len drew out his textbook and notepad and tried to focus on the chapters assigned in today's engineering class. Every few paragraphs, Len felt his eyes being drawn up to look at the man behind the counter.

Mick wasn't the kind of man he was usually attracted to, which only added to the mystery. His past male lovers had all been lean, like himself, where Mick was broad-shouldered with a shaved head. Definitely the kind of man you'd expect to find at a biker bar instead of behind the counter of a coffee shop. He was gruff, bordering on rude, to most of the customers - except with Len.

In what felt like no time at all, Len's phone beeped, reminding him that it was time to go pick Lisa up from whatever after school activity she'd had that day. They lived far enough from the high school that he didn't want her walking home through the not-so-safe neighborhood alone. So when she couldn't get a ride from a friend, which was most days, he picked her up in their only car.

He stowed his school materials back in the bag, shouldered it, and took his empty dishes to the bin set aside for them by the door.

"See ya Friday," Mick called out to him.

"See ya," Len called back.

~~*~~

Mick circled the counter and went to the seat Leo always occupied, wiping down the table and chair to remove stray crumbs.

It had been months now since Leo had wandered back into his life; so Mick felt like it would be rude at this point to mention their shared past if the other man didn't remember him. Not when Leo had meant so much to him in their youth. He couldn't bear it if he truly didn't remember their time together in juvie.

They'd lost touch after Leo had gotten out. While they'd been close while inside together, especially after they'd become cell mates, Leo had been determined not to follow in his father's footsteps.

From the big text books that he was always bringing in here, it looked like he'd made good on that promise.

He'd inspired Mick to want to lead a criminal-free life, too. It would have been so easy for him to fall into a life of crime. He would have been a great arsonist for hire.

Instead, he'd ended up in a foster home for a few months before he turned eighteen with good foster parents. They'd insisted that he go to therapy for his pyromania - rightfully afraid that he'd set their house on fire, like he'd done to his own parents' home. He'd been resistant to the therapy at first, but eventually started listening to what the therapist was saying and actually found it helpful. He had never been much of a talker – still wasn't – but his therapist found ways to work with him anyway.

His foster parents, who let him keep living with them even after he turned eighteen and were no longer getting paid to let him live there, helped him get his GED and into community college. He took all kinds of classes, trying to find something that interested him, and in a business class he was taking he'd met Mark and Clyde Mardon, brothers who were taking the class with hopes of opening a coffee shop.

This coffee shop.

Mick knew he didn't have a head for business, but he enjoyed working in the kitchen and making the fancy coffee drinks. One of the girls who worked here, Kendra, loved telling everyone that she was a barista, but Mick didn't need a fancy title like that to describe his job. He made coffee, end of story.

And making coffee allowed him to be in the right place when Leo walked through the door at the beginning of the semester.

Leo had gotten taller, finally - he'd been such a small kid in juvie - and his hair was shorn short now, but Mick would have recognized those eyes anywhere.

He kept waiting for Leo to recognize him, but so far, it hadn't happened. So he didn't say anything, not wanting to embarrass the guy.

After all, Leo had been his first crush; his first kiss. He was the first boy that he'd admitted being attracted to; and juvie was hardly the place for such admissions. He was just lucky that Leo had felt the same way.

Only, how much could he have meant to him if he couldn't recognize the boy he'd been in the man he was now?

~~*~~

A few more weeks went by. Len kept to his routine, Mick always had his drink and a snack ready for him when he arrived, and his seat was always open. Until one day his drink was ready but no snack.

When he was about to request something, Mick said, "Bring it over to you in a minute."

Len raised an eyebrow at that, but took his drink and settled into his chair.

A few minutes later, Mick brought over a snack - a red velvet cupcake.

Len whistled. "What'd I do to deserve a cupcake? I didn't think you sold those here."

"We don't," Mick said, staring at his boots. "Know today's an anniversary of sorts, wanted something special."

Len stared up at Mick wondering how he could possibly know.

Mick met his eyes and the nervousness and hope was like an icicle to Len's heart.

"Mickey?" Len whispered.

Mick set the cupcake he was still holding on the table and pulled over a chair from a nearby table and sank onto it, eyes never leaving Len's. "'Bout damn time."

"You've known who I was all this time?" Len asked.

Mick nodded. "Could never forget those eyes."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Was kinda hoping you would have figured it out on your own," Mick admitted.

"So why now?" Len asked.

"Because today's the anniversary of the first time we kissed," Mick said. "It was an important day for me, Leo."

"Me, too," Len admitted. "Although I go by Len now."

"OK, I'm just Mick now; which you already knew," he said, gesturing to his nametag.

Len grabbed Mick's hand as he lowered it, staring at the bigger man's face.

"You've changed so much in the past decade," Len said. "I knew you felt familiar, but I couldn't figure out why. It's one reason I come here so much. I've been trying to figure you out."

"And here I thought it was for my superior hot cocoa," Mick said with a smirk.

"That, too," Len agreed. "So you went straight when you got out?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say straight..." Mick said, his voice dropping as he turned his hand over in Len's and squeezed it.

Len swallowed; hard. "That's very good to know," he drawled.

The both startled when Len's phone beeped.

Mick frowned and glanced at his watch. "Isn't that goin' off a bit early?"

"Yeah," Len looked at him apologetically as he released Mick's hand, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Lisa's practice was a short one today."

"Lisa… your baby sister?" Mick clarified, praying that she wasn't a girlfriend.

Len huffed out a laugh. "Now a bratty teenager, but yes, my little sister. She's been living with me full time for about a year. Can I get these to go?" He asked, nodding towards his cupcake and cocoa.

"'Course," Mick agreed, taking the items to the counter and transferring them into to-go containers. When Len approached the counter to retrieve them, Mick caught his hand. "Can I see you later tonight? Or tomorrow? Away from here?"

Len mentally ran through his calendar. He worked the afternoons and evenings he didn't come to the coffee house, but he wanted to continue his conversation with Mickey - Mick. "Yeah, tonight. Give me your phone." When Mick handed it over, Len quickly entered his contact info, then texted himself. "I'll text you later with where we can meet up. When is your shift over?"

"I get off at eight," Mick answered.

"Perfect," Len said. "I'll see you soon."

Len gave Mick's hand a squeeze before he released it and then he rushed out the door, cocoa and cupcake in hand.

~~*~~

"So, who is he?" Lisa teased, flopping down on Len's bed as he got ready to go meet Mick.

"Nobody," Len answered quickly, knowing the answer wouldn't satisfy his nosy sister, but not wanting to try to explain Mick to her right now.

"Oooh, nobody," Lisa said knowingly. "That's why you've been staring at your closet for the past ten minutes when everything you own is either dark blue or black."

Len frowned, but couldn't disagree with her. Instead, he asked, "Is your homework done?"

"It's Friday night, what do you think?" Lisa countered. Len simply glared at her. "Almost," she grumbled.

"Finish it up while I'm out, then you won't have to worry about it over the weekend," he said.

Lisa rolled her eyes, having heard this every Friday since she'd come to live with her brother. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

Len grabbed his leather jacket off the hook by the front door and patted his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and phone.

"You're really not gonna tell me about this guy?" Lisa wheedled.

"I will, just, not right now. I don't want to be late," Len said, grabbing his keys. "I'll try not to be home too late."

"Pfft," Lisa waved him off. "For your sake, I hope you don't come home at all tonight. It's been ages since you've gotten laid."

Len stiffened. "What makes you say that?" he demanded.

"Because I know you, brother dear, and you have been ornery as fuck for the past several months," Lisa said.

Not wanting to discuss his sex life with his little sister - especially since she was right - Len said, "I'll be home later tonight."

~~*~~

Mick picked at the label on his beer bottle as he waited for Leo. No, Len, he had to remind himself.

He'd been surprised when Len had suggested that they meet at Saints and Sinners, but he always did like a dive bar.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," Len said, sliding into the booth across from him. "Lisa decided to start pestering me about where I was going as I was heading out."

Mick glanced at his watch. "You're not late, I just got here early."

Len signaled for a waitress and ordered his own beer before returning his attention to Mick.

"You know, now that I know who you are, I can see the kid I knew in you," Len said. "I'm sorry that it took me so long to recognize you."

"S'okay," Mick grunted, feeling a pleasurable warmth in his chest. "So you've got custody of your sister?"

"Not exactly," he paused as the waitress dropped off his drink. "I became an emancipated minor when I was sixteen, needing to get out from under my dad's roof. But I couldn't go too far away because I didn't want to leave Lisa all alone with him. I'd been volunteering at the library since I got out of juvie and Gideon, one of the librarians, hooked me up with her friend, Rip, who owned a bookstore, and got me a job there so that I could afford a shitty apartment when I was emancipated. I still work there four days a week," Len explained.

"The days you don't come to the shop," Mick guessed.

"Yeah," Len agreed. "I got my GED early since I spent all my time around books and started studying engineering at the local college. I'm almost done with my Masters."

"You always did need to know how everything worked," Mick remembered.

"Anyway, Lewis and I worked out a sort of custody arrangement with Lisa after I tried and failed to get legal custody of her. The more time she spent at my place, the less he had to worry about feeding her. But it also meant that he no longer had anyone to take his anger out on with both of us no longer living under his roof, so he wouldn't let her go completely."

"He hit her?" Mick growled.

"Both of us, yeah," Len reluctantly admitted. "And I've got the scars to prove it."

"Want me to teach him a lesson?" Mick asked, flexing his muscles.

"Thanks, but no," Len said. "He's out of our lives now. Rip gave Lisa a job, too, and the second she was old enough, we got her emancipated and she moved in with me full time. She's seventeen now."

As he finished talking, Len let his fingers brush against Mick's. He looked at him through his eyelashes and asked, "And what have you been up to since juvie?"

Mick shifted in his seat as all his blood rushed south. He took a swig of beer, having forgotten the power that look had on him.

"I, uh, ended up with a really good foster family. They were patient and found me a good therapist. Helped me get my GED and into community college. That's where I met the Mardon brothers, the guys who own Elemental. Best thing that came out of that stupid business class I took. When they got the funding to open the shop they brought me in to work behind the counter and in the kitchen."

"Do you mean that you make all those delicious treats you pick out for me?" Len asked, drool threatening to give away how much he enjoyed the sweets he ate at the shop.

Mick's chest puffed out a bit at the hungry look in Len's eyes. "I do," he admitted. "Turns out that I'm really good in a kitchen."

"Next time you're making me dinner," Len declared.

"I'm glad you want there to be a next time," Mick admitted.

Mindful that they weren't in a place where they couldn't do much more than flirt, Len carefully brushed his fingers against Mick's again.

"I'd like to show you just how much I'd like there to be a next time," Len purred.

"Wanna get out of here?" Mick suggested, breathing heavily.

"Thought you'd never ask," Len drawled. They both threw money on the table and tried not to rush out of the building.

Mick dragged Len into the alley next to the bar and pressed him against the brick wall as his mouth slammed down on his. Len's hands fisted in Mick's open coat, dragging him closer as the kiss grew sloppy and more desperate.

"How far's your place from here?" Len asked between kisses.

"I walked here," Mick admitted.

"Good, then we can take my car," Len said, slipping out from against the wall and dragging Mick towards his car.

"Give me the keys. I'll drive since I know where we're goin'," Mick suggested, holding his hand out.

Len rarely let anyone else drive his car, but he didn't hesitate to drop his keys into Mick's outstretched hand.

Five minutes later they were stumbling into Mick's apartment, barely able to keep their hands off of each other.

They made it as far as the couch.

Len roughly pushed Mick to sit in the center of it and straddled him, their bodies pressed as close together as possible while still wearing clothes, as their mouths found each other's again.

Mick ran his hands over Len's close-cropped hair. "Miss being able to bury my fingers in your hair," he admitted as he left open mouthed kisses down Len's neck, biting lightly when he reached that sensitive point where shoulder and neck met.

Reaching up, Len dragged Mick's hands down to his ass. "Got something else for you to hold onto."

Mick bucked up against Len, pressing their bodies even closer together. "Fuck, I've missed you, Leo," he growled, forgetting the new name in his eagerness.

"Missed you, too, Mickey," Len said before recapturing his mouth.

Mick's hands slid around to grasp Len's belt, but Len stopped him. "No, we're gonna come just like this," he said, rolling his hips hard against Mick. "I'm so close already, aren't you?"

"Wanna touch you," Mick huffed. "Need skin."

Hesitating only briefly, Len pulled off his shirt. Mick's eyes widened at the sheer number of scars littering Len's chest and arms, but refused to let that ruin the moment they were in. He dipped his head to take one of Len's nipples between his teeth, biting down gently.

"Yes," Len hissed, holding Mick's head against him as he continued to roll his hips.

Mick ran his hands down Len's equally damaged back and slipped them into his pants beneath his underwear, grabbing his bare ass and yanking him hard against him as he pressed up.

"Shit, I'm gonna come," Mick grunted.

"Yeah, me, too," Len panted.

Their mouths met with a clashing of teeth as they both came in their pants.

"Fuck, I haven't done that since I was a teenager," Len said, sliding off Mick's lap to sit pressed against his side.

"Don't think I've ever done that before," Mick admitted, running his fingers over Len's back.

Len shivered and reached for his shirt, pulling it back on as he got to his feet. "I hate to come and go, but I should probably get back to Lisa."

"Stay," Mick said, catching his hand. "I'm not ready to let you go yet."

Len sank back onto the couch and pressed a kiss to Mick's lips. "How can I say no to a request like that?"

"You can't," Mick answered, wrapping an arm against Len's shoulders. "We'll watch a movie and then we can talk about you leaving."

Len laughed. "So we need to talk about me leaving? I do have a teenage sister at home."

"Operative word being: teenage. She'll be fine on her own," Mick said.

"I have one condition," Leonard said, shifting in his seat.

Mick glanced at him out of the side of his eye. "What's that?"

"Let me borrow a pair of shorts?" he requested. Nodding towards his lap, he added, "This is gonna get really uncomfortable, real fast."

Mick frowned and realized Len was right. "Yeah, good idea. C'mon." They both stood and Mick led Len to his bedroom. Mick rummaged through a drawer and pulled out two pairs of boxers. Handing one to Len, he said, "Might be a bit big on you."

"Still better than what I'm currently wearing, thanks," Len said, tearing his eyes away from the small pile of books on the nightstand. "Bathroom?"

Mick pointed to the door across the hall and Len entered the small room. He poked through cabinets until he found a washcloth and slipped out of his boots, jeans, and underwear. He cleaned himself up before pulling on Mick's boxers, a thrill running up his spine as he did so. He quickly finished dressing and rinsed out the washcloth before heading back to the living room, carrying his boots with him.

Mick was already seated on the couch, DVD ready to play.

"So what are we watching?" Len asked, settling comfortably against Mick's side.

"Thought this was appropriate, given the time of year," Mick said, pushing play on the remote.

"Die Hard?" Len asked as the movie started.

"Best fuckin' Christmas movie ever," Mick said.

"Yippee-ki-yay," Len said as they settled in to watch.

He was going to get so much shit from Lisa the next day, but Len couldn't bring himself to care. Right now, he couldn't imagine being anywhere else than right here; with Mick.

The End

[hartlessfiction]

wtf can u rec me some good long destiel bdsm fics????

I SURE CAN! Thank you for asking.

The following fics are what I could come up with right now. Also, I’ve learned I need to tag my fics better in my bookmarks.... So, all the fics listed here should be complete and most are over 100k. Enjoy!

I’ll Be Good by LittleAngelCassie Heavy BDSM Word Count- 108,834

Summary: Dean has always been the good guy. He made the hard decisions and rose to the occasion whenever his family needed him. He became a parent way too soon after the deaths of John and Mary Winchester along with Sam’s big oops moment. Resettling his entire life to Beaufort, NC for the sake of those he loves the most.Now at 25 an opportunity to finally be good to himself has been delivered in the form of one gorgeous Castiel Novak. The new arrival to town is the worst driver Dean has ever seen. As the eldest Winchester strives to overcome several bumps along the road of life can he also help Cas to steer towards a happily ever after with him or will Novak’s turbulent past cause them to crash and burn?In other words a BDSM love story.

SextersAnon.com by Unforth : A 4 part series that deals with some seriously heavy BDSM themes. Read at your own risk. Word Count- 169,136

Summary: After years of self-imposed celibacy, Castiel Novak decides to seek an anonymous sexual partner to engage in long-distant text-based activities. Things get personal quickly, though...

I Wanna Get Outside (Of Me) by emwebb17 HEAVY BDSM Word Count 142,717

Summary: Dean is a novice in the dom/sub world asked by his employer as a desperate last resort to be a sub for his recluse of a brother, Castiel. Castiel is a diagnosed OCD suffering from PTSD and agoraphobia, mysophobia, and dystychiphobia. Needless to say—he’s a mess who hasn’t stepped out of his home in literally seven years. The only times Gabriel can see traces of the way his brother used to be is when he feels in control—specifically when he has control over a sub. However, due to his idiosyncrasies and paranoia, keeping a sub around has been impossible. Enter Dean, who’s not a very traditional submissive, to try his hand at subbing for the hermit.

Tilted Mercy by LittleAngelCassie A/B/O Fic with HEAVY BDSM. Word Count- 111,295

Summary: The sins of the past never stay buried; Dean’s spent years trying to suppress the memories and nightmares that chase him relentlessly. The now 35-year-old Omega entered the BDSM lifestyle seeking penance for his crimes against humanity hoping to rectify all his wrongs through his own pain.After a particularly frightening encounter, Dean agrees to try a different approach to his self-atonement. Compassion was never in the cards until Castiel Novak showed up at his door, pushing Dean’s boundaries and forcing him to face this new reality that includes a possible future with the handsome alpha.Welcome to a new world twisting ABO and BDSM, where somewhere between retribution and redemption lies …Tilted Mercy.

Pitchers and Catchers by Unforth: This is a DCJ fic, with light BDSM , if you’re into that. Word count- 122,630

Summary: In his entire career, from Little League to the pros, Castiel Novak has only ever pitched to his twin brother Jimmy Novak. When circumstances force him to need to find a new catcher, Castiel knows there's no replacement for his brother...

Hot Water by Chiyume : Light BDSM Word Count- 151,065

Summary: Castiel hated public showers.In which Castiel is forced to use the company shower after hours and ends up doing unspeakable things he never thought himself capable of...AU-fic containing mystery attractions and a lot of hot water.

I Can Make You Scared by Dangerousnotbroken Heavy BDSM- Word Count 139,511

Summary: So this is how it goes. Best day of Dean Winchester’s life. Loses his job, finds out he’s been cheated on, gets dumped, all in the course of one fucked up Thursday. Drinking himself into oblivion is the natural response, right? A chance encounter in a dingy dive bar gives Dean a new friend who sees his problems and likes him anyway. Now, as Dean struggles to pick up the pieces of his life, Castiel just might help him put them back together in a way he never expected.

Full Circle by Jhoom: This is a D/C/J with Light BDSM. Word Count 39,205

Summary: Jimmy learns the hard way that first impressions tend to stick. If only he’d thought about that the first time Cas had introduced him to Dean.

Coming Out of My Cage by Unforth Heavy BDSM- Word Count 8.297 shorter fic but totally worth it.

Summary: Doms have to act a certain way: everyone knows that. Stand tall, walk proud, be bold, take control. Dean's played along his whole life, acting as biology dictate he should, while all the while he longed for someone to put him in his place.Finding a club that catered to anonymous hook-ups, no questions asked, was easy.Putting on the collar, and finding a dom willing to take a chance on a "sub" who doesn't look the part? That might be a bit harder...

Structured Clutter by Mayalaen Heavy BDSM and Domestic Discipline Word Count- 17,827

Summary: Dean doesn't know what to expect when Master Chuck, the loving owner he and other family members had grown up with, transfers ownership of him to Castiel Novak, the black sheep of the family who doesn't want a slave, who doesn't know what to do with one, and who never asked for this.

Take the Lead by JinxedAmbitions Heavy BDSM -Word Count- 66,586

Summary: Castiel is one of the world's biggest rock stars. Lead singer of The Garrison. He's living a life of decadence, but he can't come up with inspiration for their next album, and they're supposed to be back in the studio in a matter of weeks. It's no secret that The Garrison's music is mostly about Castiel's sex life, and the man experiments in lovemaking as often as he does with the band's sound. Now, Cas needs a new sexual experience to inspire his music.Dean Winchester is a Mixed Martial Artist with a reputation for being able to take a hard hit and being able to deliver an even harder one. Having a fight in Vegas is surreal for the Kansas native. Being propositioned by a rock star after the fight is equally surreal. First of all, Castiel is decidedly male with a reputation with the ladies as sordid as Dean's own. Second, his proposition to be at Dean's mercy in the bedroom is as ridiculous as it is intriguing

Mine From the Start by nhpw Heavy BDSM- Word Count- 13,675

Summary: Castiel is a bratty submissive used to getting what he wants. Dean is a disciplined Dominant who promises to give him what he NEEDS.

Go Down With This Ship by PorcupineGirl Light BDSM very fluffy Word Count 31,354

Summary: Since he has to stay deep in the closet to protect his job as a children’s librarian in conservative Wichita, Kansas, Dean’s main outlet for sexual frustration is writing and reading slash fiction for his favorite show, Devil Boys. When he starts corresponding with AngelofThursday, another male slash writer in his ship, he really is just looking for friendship… but when it seems like more might be on the table, he’s not going to turn it down. If only he didn’t also have a crush on Cas, the hot volunteer at his library branch…

Appoggiatura Verse by ceeainthereforthat Rope Bondange Light BDSM very cute and fluffy. Word Count 125,156

Summary: Castiel leaves the religious commune of Heaven Farms to study classical piano after winning a full scholarship paid for by the Deanna Campbell Memorial Foundation, and answers an ad in the campus newspaper: 1 bedroom to let. Meals provided. 50mb wifi, quiet odd music student preferred.

Orpheus by sysrae Heavy BDSM rape/non-con warning Word Count- 84007

Summary: The club is Dante's, the room is the Cage, and Dean is only there because he hates himself. He's buzzdrunk from the shots he had at the upstairs bar, and dizzy from the heat. Ugly music thumps his bones, the juddering bassline overlaid with exactly the sort of discordant techno-trash he otherwise wouldn't stomach in a fit. The Cage smells of sweat, sex and spilled beer, the tight space full of half- and near-naked bodies gyrating against each other and – shit, is that guy actually naked? He is, and the two men sandwiching him on the dancefloor look pretty pleased about it. Dean, in his jeans and tee, is practically overdressed, and as he stands there, equal parts aroused and ashamed, he has a brief moment of clarity. Get out. Go home. Stop punishing yourself.Almost, he does. But through the din and crush, he suddenly feels eyes on him, and when he finds their owner, he remembers why he came.

Quick Question.....? Is it rude if I add my own verse in here? Yes? I’m doing it anyway.....

String Theory Verse by NadiaHart Heavy BDSM, time jumps, incomplete(sorry). Word Count 40,438

Summary: Dean's night started out normal enough. Work two jobs, come home to his closet of an apartment, drink what ever shitty beer is in his mini fridge. He RVSP’s to the party at his local BDSM club and maybe– if he's lucky– he'll find a service top to beat his ass so red he'll forget about his shit life for two seconds. 

Well that was how it was supposed to go anyway. It was supposed to be a normal night, but what's normal for Dean Winchester anyway? A message from a close friend changes everything and maybe, just maybe, Dean's finally found the Dom he's been looking for. Now if he just doesn't fuck it up.

This one isn’t Destiel its Spideypool but it is in my top 3 favorite BDSM fics ever so I’m including it.

fall out, boy, so i can fall in(to you) by TheMadKatter13 HEAVY BDSM Heavy use of fall out boy lyrics. Serious themes Word Count 78,441

Summary: Deadpool keeps having sex with Peter and Peter… Peter keeps letting him.

Thank you Nonny. I hope this list shows you something new! I’d love to hear back from you. Which did you enjoy? Did you find any favorites? 

[megsblackfirewrites]

My Golden Obsession: Chapter 14

Chapter 14

“Hana, come on,” Jazz called as she brought the luggage down the stairs. “Time to go.”

“Mama! I can’t find Bennet!” Hana shrieked.

“Wasn’t he on the nightstand?” Jazz sighed as she set the luggage down.

“No! I can’t leave him, Mama!” Hana whimpered. “He’s family!”

“I think I saw him,” Jack soothed as he touched his sister’s shoulder. “Hang on.”

He headed back upstairs and walked down to the washroom. Gabriel was at work trying to get some orders done ahead of schedule, but had said his farewells before he’d left. Hana was miserable to be leaving already, but Jazz needed to get back home for work. And, in typical child-fashion, Hana had managed to misplace her bunny.

He thought he’d seen the little bunny in the washroom and he wasn’t wrong. There was the little devil sitting on the sink looking as sweetly innocent as its owner. He shook his head in amusement as he picked it up. The simple motion made one of the limbs flop to the side and Jack tensed.

Those stitches looked uncannily familiar. They were so clean and perfect, not one wasted movement. It didn’t seem possible. It had to be a common stitch, that’s all. But…what if it wasn’t? What if it was familiar for a terrifying reason? He had to make sure. He had to be sure that he wasn’t right.

He hurried to the bedroom and grabbed his phone. He took pictures of the stitching from every angle he could think of, making sure to keep them as crisp and clean as possible. He was not going to let something like this slip by. If it was nothing, then he didn’t have to worry about it. But if he wasn’t going crazy….

Then this bunny was evidence that Gabriel and The Reaper were connected. It seemed outlandish; Gabriel wasn’t capable of such disgusting violence. He had been as horrified by the media images as everyone else and had murmured about the evil that existed in the world.

But the more he stopped and thought about it, the more it made sense. Jack wanted to be sick; was he in love with a murderer? Not just a murderer, but one with so twisted a mind that he turned his victims into art pieces. Although, Jack hesitated to call them that. They were hideous creations and Jack didn’t want to think about his connection to them.

He set his phone in his back pocket and headed downstairs, pushing smile to his face. He didn’t want to worry his sister and he was old hat at pretending to be okay. So long as he had a smile on, she wouldn’t notice. And don’t forget the jokes.

“Here you are,” Jack chuckled as he handed the bunny over to Hana. “You left him on the sink.”

“Yay!” Hana giggled as she hugged her bunny to her chest. “You’re the best, Uncle Jack!”

Jack smiled as he tried to subtly send his family on their way. He needed to run to the precinct and see what was really happening in his life. Jazz didn’t seem to notice his attempts to get her out the door, kissing his cheek after Hana had given his waist a big hug.

“You be good,” she teased. “Stay out of trouble.”

“Me? Get into trouble?” Jack asked innocently. “Why, my sweet sister, do you know who you’re talking to?”

“My bratty little brother,” she laughed as she got into the car. “Love you.”

He waved as she pulled out of the driveway and headed away down the street. He waited until she was gone for twenty minutes before he left to get to his office. He did his best not to think about what he was about to do, not sure if he could handle the truth when it was staring him in the face.

He ignored everyone as he headed to his office and yanked out the casefile on The Reaper. He thumbed through the pictures until he found one with a good close-up on the stitching on the corpses. His hands were shaking as he pulled his phone out and compared the images.

It was a perfect match. The knot at the end. The perfect, tight strokes. Everything. It was exactly the same.

“Oh no,” Jack whispered as he sank into his chair.

He stared at his phone, not believing what he was looking at. What the similarities meant. Gabriel was The Reaper. He had moved in with the Reaper. He was fucking the Reaper. He was in love with the Reaper.

His breath started coming in short gasps and he reached up to grab his throat. He squeezed, trying to get himself to calm down, but it wasn’t working. His mind was spiralling downwards into madness, going down a thousand different routes as he tried to understand what had happened. He covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing, tears burning their way down his face.

He shoved the paper back into the file and threw it in his desk. He cleaned his face, sucking in furiously from between his teeth. He backed out of his photo gallery and started pacing his office, trying to think of what to do. Tears were still burning down his face, but he was angry now, not scared.

Gabriel had used him. Had lied to him. He had been playing with him, acting like the perfect partner while knowing damn well that Jack was going to be intimately involved with every single body that he left for the police to find. He had played him and Jack was done with it.

He couldn’t go to his superiors, not yet. Not without it looking like he was just jumping at shadows. They wouldn’t take the stitches as a good enough sign and would only chalk it up to a lover’s spat gotten out of control. He needed Gabriel to confess and turn himself in. That would be near impossible to do, but he would get it to happen. He knew he could; if Gabriel actually was as head over heels for him, he could get him to confess.

He snatched his phone up and texted Gabriel. ‘We need to talk.’

‘Uh oh. That doesn’t sound good. I’m off around four. Is that okay?’

‘Yes. Perfect. See you then.’

Nice and ominous to have Gabriel worried. He would have his mind running for the hours it would take before he could come home. He nodded sharply and stuck his phone back into his pocket. He turned around and opened the door just in time for Satya to bump into his chest.

“Oh, hello,” he smiled.

“Are you alright?” Satya asked as she blinked up at him. “You practically ran to your office.”

“I thought I had a breakthrough with the case,” he said.

“Really?” Satya stared at him.

“Yah, I’m following up on it now,” he said before he leaned in close. “If I’m not here tomorrow, get a search warrant for my new home.”

“Jack?” Satya whispered.

“Trust me,” he smiled before he gave her a quick hug. “See you tomorrow.”

She nodded and waved as he hurried back out to his car. He drove home, carefully rehearsing what he was going to say to Gabriel. He spent the day cleaning the house, making sure that it was spotless so that any disturbance would be obvious. If Gabriel got violent, he wanted all the possible evidence for them to find his body.

He finished mopping the floor when Gabriel pulled into the driveway. Jack took a deep breath and moved towards the entrance, lifting his chin as he heard the garage door close. Gabriel walked through the front door and blinked at him.

“Jack, what’s wrong?” Gabriel asked as he closed the door. “Mi luna, talk to me.”

“You’re the Reaper,” Jack growled.

Gabriel froze and his eyes hardened after a moment. He stared down at Jack with an intensity that made his bladder loosen a little. It took a lot of muscle control to not piss himself. That was not Gabriel staring at him; that was a predatory animal looming over him looking for an opening.

“What makes you think that I am the Reaper?” Gabriel asked.

“I saw the stitching on Hana’s rabbit; it’s identical to the stitching used on the bodies,” Jack said. “Did you think this was funny, Gabriel? Jerking me around, using me as a fucking shield?”

“A shield?” Gabriel asked, tipping his head slowly to the side. “Why would I use you as a shield, Jack?”

“I’m a cop; how many times did you jerk off thinking about how you were above suspicion because of the fact that you were fucking me into your mattress?” Jack snarled.

“Jack, Jack, Jack,” Gabriel shook his head as he took a step forward. “I would have fucked you into the mattress regardless of your occupation. You are my starlight.”

“Don’t lie to me, you sociopath,” Jack snarled. “You don’t give a fuck about me!”

“You are the only thing I care about,” Gabriel snapped. “Everyone else can drop dead.”

“Even Jesse?” Jack sneered. “Jazz? Hana? My parents? Your sisters? Do they mean nothing to you?”

Gabriel glared at him before he reached out to cup Jack’s chin in his hand. “For you and Jesse, I would kill every last person in L.A,” he said ominously.

Jack tried to pull away, but Gabriel’s grip was like iron. His other arm wrapped around Jack’s waist and pulled him flush against Gabriel’s chest, preventing him from moving. Even when Jack tried to wiggle, Gabriel wouldn’t let him move. His eyes were alive with a dangerous fire and Jack feared for his life.

“You are mine, Jack,” Gabriel said as he ran his fingers through Jack’s hair. “All mine. Forever and for always. Mine to worship and adore. Just as I am yours to do with as you please.”

“I don’t want that,” Jack whispered.

“Why not?” Gabriel asked with a smile that chilled Jack to his bones. “You want me by your side forever, doting on you and loving you even when you can’t bring yourself to do the same. You hate yourself because of what society has told you; I love you for who you are. It makes you hard.”

“It does no-!”

Gabriel kissed him, his mouth moving dangerously against Jack’s lips. His tongue rolled across his lips and Jack melted. He tried to resist, but the kiss was hot, everything he could ever want and need. That tongue pressed into his mouth, curling and claiming him in a way that made him weak in the knees.

“You want me to take control, to worry about everything for once,” Gabriel whispered into his mouth. “You want to watch me work, to watch me create my artwork.”

“Your mutilated corpses aren’t art,” Jack whispered stubbornly. “They’re abominations.”

“And yet you have pictures of them,” Gabriel smiled as he pulled away. He licked his lips and went for Jack’s throat, kissing and biting the soft flesh. “You see them when you close your eyes. They haunt your steps. That is art, my love. Art in its purest form.”

“This can’t go on,” Jack said as he tried to pull away. “No more. Please!”

“No,” Gabriel purred. “I remember why I started. I’m ridding the world of disgusting people, Jack.”

“What makes you so morally superior to judge others?” Jack demanded. “Dolly? Martin? Bianca? Harini? Catharine?”

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed. “Do not say her name,” he growled. “I don’t want that spiteful, disgusting bitch’s name on your lips. Your mouth is too pure for her.”

“You killed your wife,” Jack snarled. “You don’t love anyone, Gabriel. It’s all a farce so that you can get what you want!”

Gabriel growled and grabbed Jack’s arms. “You don’t know anything, Jack Morrison,” he hissed. “So stop talking. Drop the case. Leave the city. I’ll follow. I’ll always follow.”

“If I leave, it won’t be with you,” Jack said as he tried to pull away. “You are going to jail and you will pay for what you’ve done, Gabriel!”

“Based on what evidence, Jack?” Gabriel laughed. “A stitching pattern? That’s not incriminating.”

“I have this conversation recorded,” Jack smirked at him. “You admitted to everything.”

“So clever,” Gabriel cooed before he leaned in close and kissed his neck. “Except,” he lifted his hand up and showed him his phone, “it hasn’t recorded sweet shit since I turned it off on you.”

“What? No!” Jack thrashed. “No!”

“I won’t lose you, Jack,” Gabriel purred. “You are mine.”

“I don’t belong to you,” Jack said as he managed to break away from Gabriel. “You don’t own me!”

He turned, ready to bolt for the back door, but Gabriel moved faster than he anticipated. Gabriel grabbed him by the arm and the back of his head. He was whipped around and his head bounced painfully off of the counter. He sagged in Gabriel’s arms, unable to fight as Gabriel scooped him up and carried him to the bedroom.

“I own you, just as you own me,” Gabriel said as he walked up the stairs. “My beautiful, golden angel. You are so pure, so innocent in spite of your life. I love you. I will always love you. I will not lose you.”

Jack whimpered as he was tied up with his arms and legs bound together. He tried to fight, but he was still disoriented from the attack. A length of cloth was slipped between his teeth, gagging him and stopping him from screaming for help. Gabriel brushed his hair to the side and kissed his temple.

“This is for the best, my love,” he said. “Trust me.”

Jack whimpered and closed his eyes. At least Satya would send people to look for him tomorrow. Gabriel would not get away with this.

Gabriel packed enough clothing for him and Jack in a suitcase and hauled it out to the car. He felt horrible for attacking Jack, but he couldn’t lose him. He wouldn’t allow that unthinkable horror to happen. He loved Jack with all of his heart and he refused to let anything come between them. It was too bad he had to smuggle Jack out; he would have loved to take him away from L.A of his own volition.

He got food into a cooler, sighing a little heavily as he looked around the kitchen. What a pity that he had to leave everything he loved behind. It wasn’t fair. But, he supposed that was what happened when he had a cop for a lover. They always were so unwilling to let a man continue to do his good for society if it was outside their notion of the law.

He put the cooler into the car before collecting a few more items. He stored them away in the trunk before he headed back upstairs. Jack was lying on the bed, whimpering and chewing on the cloth between his teeth. He looked up as Gabriel approached, narrowing his eyes. He thrashed in his binds, but he couldn’t escape. Gabriel knew how to make sure that didn’t happen.

“I’m sorry, Jack,” he said as he picked his lover up. “I don’t like doing this to you.”

Jack snarled something, but it was impossible to make out around the cloth. He kissed Jack’s temple as he headed downstairs to the garage. He laid Jack down in the front seat, reclining the seat back as far as it could go and strapping him in so that he was facing Gabriel.

“It’s going to be perfect, Jack,” Gabriel said. “Once we’re away from here. Just you and me. Far away from this stupid city. We’ll be so happy.”

Jack whimpered and shook his head. Gabriel closed the car door and went to leave a message on Jack’s phone. He left it on the counter where it could easily be found. Anyone that came to investigate would find a message that read “Do not follow me. No harm will come to Jack, but the same cannot be said for anyone else. He is mine. Reaper.” He also made a point to delete all the pictures of Hana’s bunny that showed his stitching; he wasn’t giving them free information.

He climbed into the car, calling Jesse to let him know that he and Jack were going on a much needed vacation. They were going to be out of cell service, but he’d keep him updated. That would keep the police guessing for a little while. None of them were smart enough to make the connection. He smiled at Jack as he backed out of the garage and drove off down the road.

“You’re going to love it, Jack,” he purred. “Just you and me. It’s going to be magical.”

Jack looked at him miserably before he closed his eyes. Tears leaked down his face and Gabriel’s heart broke. His poor Jack; he shouldn’t have had to cry. Stupid society getting in the way of his darling’s happiness!