"Wine And Snow"
Part 9
by Mel
Let me dive in
To pools of sin
Wet black leather on my skin
Show me the floor
Lay down the law
I need to taste you more
---Sarah Brightman
Asmodeus stood frozen for a long moment. He was being kissed by Michael, the
Angel’s lips attached to his, the soft tongue trying to find entry.
What was happening? Michael hated them, didn’t he? Absolutely loathed
them, they were Demons, scum, not worth even a moment of his time.
Hello? Michael is kissing *you*, his mind screamed. It was true, what had started out forceful was becoming decidedly more timid and beginning to retract. Well, screw it all, we can figure it out later. Asmodeus let his arms tighten around the Angel, pulling him flush against his body. Fingers threaded through soft feathers and even softer hair, changing the kiss to something deeper, something much more primal.
Michael had been angry. He had been so absolutely furious seeing all those mortals gawking at them, and then to see one in here, about to be touched by them. Angry enough that he had acted as quickly as he could to get what he had wanted, as quickly as possible. But all such emotion had stopped the moment his lips had touched Asmodeus. It was like coming home.
He had never kissed anyone before, he had barely even thought of it beyond the passing wonder. So he could only follow instinct as he pressed his lips against the taller Demon’s. Soft, plaint, parted ever so slightly lips touched at Asmodeus’. His tongue danced lightly against the curve and crease, slipping against theexotic taste. But Asmodeus wasn’t doing anything. Was he doing this wrong? Had he misunderstood? Didn’t they love him anymore? *That* hurt.
But suddenly it was all better as Asmodeus’ arms were suddenly circled around him, tightening, dragging his body ever closer, trying to pull the Angel beneath his skin. Lips moved against his own, tongue snaking passed in between his lips, sparing with his own. And he had thought kissing had felt good before when it was just he doing the kissing. Now it was hot, red hot, burning. Sliding through to his very soul, he found his own hands threading into Asmodeus’ unruly hair. It was soft, fine and silky, sliding though his fingers, fingertips grazing what he knew to be razor sharp edges of the demon’s horns. If this was sin, let me fall right in.
He tastes better than heaven ever did, Asmodeus let his mind wander, his lips easing over Michael’s, allowing the Angel to lead the kiss. He was, after all, the one they had always turned to for guidance, why should that have changed? Asmodeus tried to keep his amusement from showing, though he couldn’t stop the smile that slipped over his lips.
Michael was enjoying this newfound ability to kiss one of the demons he was in love with when he felt Asmodeus smiling, his shoulders shaking slightly with mirth. What was so funny? Michael growled, the sound reverberating through the two of them, echoing off the walls.
Asmodeus pulled back suddenly, a startled yelp issuing from his mouth as his fingers rose to his lips. He turned to Belial, eyes wide in both surprise and slightly ruffled feathers. "He bit me!"
Belial was laughing even as Michael slipped his arms around his waist, lips finding the bared pale flesh at Asmodeus’ neck. He suckled lightly, tongue tasting the sweaty skin. He nipped lightly, marking the demon. "Next time it won’t be so light."
Belial was still grinning as he sat up, body arching like a happy kitty. "I don’t know what you’re complaining about, I know you’ve had worse." Asmodeus gave a cheeky smile, watching his brother as he fell forward onto the palms of his hands, crawling towards them, tail curving over his arse and swinging between long legs. He rose up onto his knees, fingers caressing the Angel’s skin lightly, lifting him from Asmodeus neck so that he could taste those sweet, full lips for himself.
The taste of Asmodeus was becoming decidedly addictive and it made it hard as Belial’ s gentle fingers coaxed him from his exploration. Michael found himself staring into a pair of amazingly expressive brown eyes. Lust, love and confusion were at war within them, making him gasp in surprise.
"Don’t you hate us, Michael?" Belial’s voice shook with the raw emotion behind it. "Don’t we disgust you?" Hope echoed through his words, hope that his words would be met with denial.
I’ve hurt them so much, Michael thought with surprise. I’ve torn their world asunder a number of times in the last few hours, it’s time to sew it back together. He reached out, one arm still wrapped possessively around Asmodeus and this one cupping Belial’s face. The demon fell into the touch, nuzzling the offered hand while chocolate eyes continued to watch the Angel.
"I love you," Michael whispered, the admission colouring the air around them. "Both of you. Forgive me for any harm I have caused, and for taking so long to realise my own heart. Please."
Michael found his lips enveloped by the taller of the two demons, Belial’s lips soft against his own, delicate, parting, tasting him. Asmodeus shifted, his own lips joining theirs, expanding on the sensation. Michael whimpered softly at the loving caress, both brother’s taking turns to explore his lips and mouth thoroughly with their tongues, taking their time to bring him lovingly to a quivering mess.
The Angel was unsure how they made it to the bed, only that Asmodeus was breaking himself from the kiss, easing himself onto it beside his brother. Belial also left him, making Michael cry out at the lost as both brothers disengaged themselves completely from his form. They were there, on the bed before him, arms wrapped around each other as they watched him. Something in their eyes told him not to move, to wait for them. He was glad he listened.
"Michael," Belial’s voice was amazingly gentle, "you don’t have to do this."
What?
Asmodeus was talking before he could voice his thought. "We are demons, love, we have long since given up on our desire to have you, to love you."
"We don’t want you to do this because you feel sorry for us, or for some insane kick you may get from pretending you want to be with us."
"You stand to lose so much, we have already lost it all. Walk out while you still can."
Michael stared at them, blue eyes wide. Sweet Holy Ghost, they were still trying to protect him. The number of times they had jumped to his defense came flooding back to him. How they must have always loved him, how had he not seen it? And he made the decision that would affect the entirety of his existence.
He took a step towards them. And another one, his hand rose, reaching out for them. Asmodeus took it letting his fingers lace with Michael’s. Belial kissed the laced fingers softly as they tugged him to the bed and their arms.
"I may have a lot to lose, but I’m willing to give it all up. For the two of you. I’d rather have this moment with you then spend an eternity without it."
The loving confession brought the two sets of lips down onto his again, wet with sweet tears. He licked them clean, feeling them part to allow him the chance to explore. Hands eased his shirt from his body, taking their time to map flesh as they did. Fingers found their way across planes of flesh, over indents, through soft feathers. Michael had never realised just how sensitive his wings were until now. Belial and Asmodeus worshipped his body with their hands and eyes, bringing searing pleasure quickly to the surface. They took their time to touch him, the sounds issuing from his lips driving them insane. A finger brushed over his nipple, bringing a delighted cry into the air, cut off suddenly as Belial’s sweet lips found his again. Michael kissed him desperately, finding an outlet for the sudden sensations in Belial’s mouth.
"You taste so good," Asmodeus murmured against his flesh, lips joining his hands in the exploration around his body. They sucked lightly at his neck, trailing down over his collarbone, caressing the heated flesh at his collarbone before moving down. "So sweet, addictive. I could suck you for an eternity and never be tired of it."
Michael whimpered into the kiss, one hand rising to wrap around Belial’s neck, the other fisting in Asmodeus’ hair. He was drowning in sensation, feeling them love him for the first time. A scream tore through his throat when a hand closed over his growing erection through his loose pants.
Belial lifted his head to smile down at his panting form. "So responsive," he dropped a kiss to parted lips, "so willing. This is all so new to you isn’t it?" Michael could only manage a shaky nod.
"We’re your first?" Asmodeus looked up at him from his bare stomach, his words bringing another dazed nod. "And we’ll be your last. No one else is going to touch you after this-"
"Unless we want them to. You’re ours Michael," another kiss, a soft smile, "as we are yours."
"Mine," his fingers caressed lightly, Asmodeus’ lips finding his navel, making his eyes widen.
"Do that again, Ami, he liked that."
His tongue rimmed the indent of flesh, making Michael gasp and then groan. He tasted him, sweet like sugar with the slight tang of cinnamon. Delicious. Asmodeus dipped his tongue in, feeling Michael shiver around the erotic touch.
Their fingers found the ties of his loose pants quickly, hungry to see them off, to see the whole of him. They were slipped quickly from his body as both demons pulled back, studying him.
They could not believe the beautiful vision that lay before them. Michael was propped up on an elbow, his sweet body facing towards the two of them. His dark curls clung to his scalp, damp with sweat. Cherry lips, bruised and parted waited for them, sapphire eyes filled with equal amounts of lust and love. His slight, perfectly chiselled body was draped over the bed, pale skin enhanced by the dark velvet sheets. His wings fell about his body, feathers mussed and rumpled from fingers delving into them.
He seemed to glow under their combined sight. Growing bold Michael let one trembling hand run up his body to his mouth, sucking one finger between his lips, his cheeks hollowing around it. He ran the hand down his body, tracing the curve of his hip, reaching out and grabbing his arousal. He groaned, head falling back as his fist pumped slowly, savouring the feeling. The natural exhibitionist.
The brother’s let him go for the moment, his hooded eyes watching the two of them. Belial’s hands reached out taking his time to slip the red leather from Asmodeus body, his brother doing the same to him. Free of the leather, their bronzed bodies rubbed against each other. They moved slowly, sensuously, till their heads were at each other’s groins. Michael watched but made no move to interrupt. If anything, his hand moved a little faster on his own arousal.
Two sets of eyes flicked to him for a moment before returning to each other. Two tongues following the same path, danced over heated flesh. The demons were performing a new dance. For him.
Lips kissed in what could almost be called innocent if they weren’t touching the tip of their cocks. Mouths parted, slipping just the head in, tongues twirling around it. They opened wider as together they sunk down the length, swallowing passed their throat. A groan echoed through the room and it took Michael a moment to realise it came from him. Fingers caressed the skin, winding around the two balls nestled, rolling them, kneading slightly. Legs parted to allow better access as, finally, the lips reached the base of their cocks.
They bobbed in time, Asmodeus’ light form atop of Belial’s as sweat began to shine on their skin. Small purring noises came from the two of them, sweet sounds as they slid up and down the flesh. Beautiful. Heavenly. This is what he had missed, though he had never had it to begin with. Being with the two brothers. They still wanted him after all this time.
The demons began to speed up their movements, purrs becoming muffled moans as yes began to roll back in bliss. It would not do to have it end like this.
"Stop."
As one they let go of each other’s arousal, giving it one last sweet kiss before turning to Michael.
Michael had not been idle. He may never have made love to another being, but that did not make him innocent to the act. Blue eyes watched them as one finger pushed with in his entrance. The demons breath caught, watching it disappear within him, where they longed to go. Michael relished the sensation of being filled as much as he glowed beneath the two sets of eyes that watched him.
It was not long before both demons were up on their hands and knees crawling towards him. They kissed him together, their lips slipping over his even as he eased a second finger into himself, a guttered groan issuing forth around their lips.
Belial moved behind him, his back against the headboard as he pulled Michael back to him. His arms wrapped around the Angel’s smaller frame, kissing the top of his head softly. "It’s alright, Little Bit."
Asmodeus’ lips were gentle against his. "We’ll look after you." And one of his fingers joined Michael’s two. They stretched him carefully, mewing soft words of encouragement against his hair and lips. "May I, Michael?" Came Asmodeus’ soft question.
"Please, Ami," he used his nickname, his blue eyes staring into grey, "make me complete."
Asmodeus kissed him again, shifting slightly till the head of his arousal pressed at the angel’s entrance. Belial smiled, staring down at the two of them as his hand wrapped around Michael, making him groan. Asmodeus pushed forward, enough to get his head in before pausing. Michael was panting softly, there was no denying that it hurt, but Michael was a warrior, he’d known pain many a time before. It was time he reminded them of that.
Michael’s legs wrapped around Asmodeus’ waist and in one movement pulled the demon all the way into him. His pained gasp was drowned out as Belial’s lips crushed down onto his, sucking the very life from his bones.
"Full of surprises aren’t you Little Bit?" Asmodeus whispered against his neck, forcing himself to remain still in the tight heat, allowing Michael the time to get use to him.
Michael couldn’t answer with his mouth full of Belial’s questing tongue, but somehow managed to reply to the demon’s taunt in a time-honoured tradition. He flipped him the bird. Asmodeus chuckled against his skin before snapped his hips up, sending a delighted shiver up Michael’s spine.
"Don’t stop," Michael managed to hiss, "do that again."
Asmodeus smiled wickedly before he started to thrust into the Angel, making him whimper. He was so tight, so hot, how long had he desired to do this. He was slow, giving Michael time to get use to the feeling before speeding up, rubbing constantly against the Angel’s prostate.
Michael made no effort to hide the strangled cries that rose in him, letting them spill out as Asmodeus filled him. His free hand, the one that wasn’t buried in Asmodeus’ hair, reached out blindly, grabbing Belial’s slick arousal. He pulled, tugged, in time with Asmodeus. They were not going to last long at this rate.
They didn’t. After millennia of being with out each other, it was all too much. The pent up desire brought them together, brought them crashing down on each other. Belial came first, watching the two men he loved pleasure each other, the hand on his arousal squeezing, making him cry out, coming all over Michael’s hand. Asmodeus’ teeth sunk into Michael’s shoulder, holding back his own scream. The added sensation shattered the Angel and he cried out as he came, screaming their names.
They collapsed, a heap on the bed, their bodies heaving with exertion. Michael did not know where the tears came from, but they were there as he kissed both demons one after the other. "I’m sorry," he whispered, over and over again.
Both demons took him into their arms, whispering soft comfort words and trading kisses till the tears stopped. Then, wrapped beneath his wings, they cuddled up to him and slept peacefully in each other’s arms.
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