by L. M. Brown
A whisper of dissent rippled through the room. Everyone seemed as surprised as Michael had been.
“Most of the lesser angels, and all mortals on Earth, believe Michael to be our leader still, and I think he should step back into the role he handled so well and for so many years.”
“Absolutely not,” Raguel said. “Unless he intends to give up consorting with Lucifer.”
Gabriel glared at Raguel. “We’re not here to discuss Michael’s relationship.”
“Maybe we should be,” Raguel argued.
“I’m not giving up Lucifer,” Michael stated clearly.
Raguel rolled his eyes. “What a surprise.”
“I think Michael should take up the position again,” Raphael interrupted.
Michael could barely contain his surprise.
Raphael shrugged. “As Gabriel said, most still believe you to be our leader anyway. I’ve certainly never bothered correcting anyone who has mistakenly referred to you as such.”
“That’s not a good enough reason,” Raguel argued. “It simply means we should have been more vocal in announcing Gabriel as his successor.”
“The reason we kept it quiet is because we wanted to avoid the questions of the lesser angels as to why,” Gabriel pointed out. “Besides, I only ever took the post temporarily. I never intended to usurp Michael’s place for this long. It’s time for him to take it back.”
Michael saw several archangels nod at Gabriel’s words.
“But look what happened when I was in charge before,” Michael said. “I didn’t exactly set the best example, did I?”
Gabriel laughed. “You led us through the years we were at war and brought us victory and peace over the demons.”
“Peace brought by deception and lies,” Michael reminded him.
“Without you, Lucifer might still be leading an army of demons to this day,” Raphael said quietly. “Only his feelings for you allowed him to walk away. I may not agree with all the choices you’ve made, but Gabriel is right. You were the one who ended the war.”
“The war was centuries ago. I’ve done nothing worthy of a leader since, and plenty that isn’t.”
Gabriel smiled. “You’re right, the war was centuries ago, as was the last occasion you tried to willfully deceive us. It’s time for you to take your rightful place again. Are we all ready to vote?”
The archangels nodded and one by one they cast their votes. Raguel, unsurprisingly, voted no, but everyone else said yes. Gabriel turned to Michael last of all. “What do you say, Michael? Are you ready to take charge of us again?”
Michael laughed and shook his head. “I don’t know that I ever had much control over you. Just answer me one question, truthfully.”
“You dare to impugn Gabriel’s honesty?” Raguel snapped.
Gabriel sighed but ignored his fellow archangel. “Ask and I’ll try to be as honest as I can.”
“Why do you really want this?” Michael asked. “And why now?”
“Because of what we talked about earlier.”
“What do you mean?” Michael couldn’t think of anything they had spoken about that could have led to this.
“You confided in me today—don’t look at me like that, I’m not going to repeat what you told me—but because you took so long to tell me, it made me realize there are still barriers between us, and I think my taking your place is one of them. You are torn between your love for Lucifer and your friends here. The longer this continues, the stronger your ties to Lucifer and his world become, and the weaker your links to us. By resuming your role as our leader, however nominal the position is, your bonds with us are strengthened, and you’re reminded of who you truly are and where you belong.”
Michael ducked his head, his eyes watery at Gabriel’s words.
He didn’t see Gabriel leave his seat, didn’t even know he had moved, until he felt his strong arms wrap around him.
“I don’t want to lose you,” Gabriel whispered into his ear. “You’re my best friend and I love you. Be the archangel you were born to be, our leader.”
Michael nodded. “Very well.”
Gabriel stepped back and smiled. “Thank you. Now all is as it should be, or it will be when you bring Lucifer home.”
Michael grinned back. “Does this mean I no longer have to work in your garden?”
Gabriel laughed. “I don’t know about that, I kind of like having you around there.”
Michael didn’t admit it, but he enjoyed spending time in Gabriel’s garden too. Besides, he wanted those bonds between himself and the other archangels to remain strong, and this would help.
“My place could do with redecorating,” Raphael teased.
“Don’t push your luck,” Michael replied with laugh.
“What are you going to do for your first act as our official leader?” Gabriel asked.
“Call this meeting to a close and go for lunch?” Michael suggested, earning a round of applause from the room. Even Raguel managed to crack a smile. Perhaps there was hope for Michael yet.
Chapter Twelve
Michael soon settled back into his role as leader and he took great pains to maintain his relationships with the rest of the archangels, including Raguel.
He had finally told Raphael he was sharing his bed with Irdu and Ardat, and, while the look of utter horror on his face had almost been amusing, the renewed rift the knowledge had created between them wasn’t funny at all. Of course, Michael should probably have told Raphael privately, as he had Gabriel, rather than blurting it out as he had. It had taken nearly ten years, but they had finally come to an understanding, where Michael kept the details of his sex life to himself, and Raphael lived in blissful ignorance of the same.
The incubus and succubus always expressed delight at being invited into Lucifer’s chambers and they definitely kept things interesting.
Michael should have known it was only a matter of time before they went too far. Each time Irdu and Ardat joined them for a night of pleasure, his control came a little closer to slipping.
After thirty years, even Lucifer seemed to be affected by the all-encompassing lust of having two sex demons in their bed.
Lucifer pulled Ardat into a passionate kiss. Michael watched Lucifer and Ardat together and didn’t feel the jealousy he had previously experienced. Desire coursed through him and he grabbed Irdu’s hair and pulled him round to face him. Their kiss was hard and brutal, more teeth than lips as they battled for dominance with their tongues.
Then another mouth was on his and he tasted the familiar lips of his lover. The kiss softened and Michael moaned as Lucifer lowered him to the bed.
He felt two sets of lips on his balls and he canted his hips upward. The demons weren’t supposed to suck him, and technically they weren’t, but they were tiptoeing close to the line. If Lucifer saw them he would be furious. Michael should tell them to stop, but what they did to him felt so good.
Lucifer withdrew from the kiss and Michael whimpered.
The demons at his groin pulled back as well, but Michael could tell Lucifer had seen what they had been doing. He waited for the explosion, but it never came.
Michael caught the triumphant glance Irdu and Ardat exchanged, but it was seemingly lost on Lucifer, who stared at Michael as though he couldn’t tear his eyes away from him for more than a second.
“Are you sure?” Michael asked, not entirely certain he could believe what he was seeing.
Lucifer tugged Michael into a sitting position and sat behind him, one leg on either side of Michael’s thighs.
“Which one do you want to ride your cock?” Lucifer whispered into Michael’s ear.
“Either, both,” Michael breathed.
“Time to make a choice,” Lucifer murmured.
“If I choose Ardat, can Irdu fuck me afterwards?” Michael asked. For a moment he wondered if he had gone too far with his suggestion, then Lucifer’s erection nudged his rear and he knew his lover was equally turned on by the idea.
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nbsp; “Ride him, Ardat,” Lucifer ordered.
The succubus gracefully crawled over the bed and lowered herself onto Michael’s cock.
“Oh fuck.” Michael gasped, savoring the sensation of burying himself in a woman for the first time in his life. It felt different from being inside Lucifer, but just as good. Her body opened to him easily, and he slid into her warmth.
Ardat rode him expertly, seeking her own pleasure. “You’ll never know another woman like this,” she said. “Only I can make any man want me. Even an archangel, who has known only men, cannot resist what I offer him.”
Michael watched Irdu slide up behind Ardat and grope her breasts, toying with her nipples, and displaying them for Michael and Lucifer’s enjoyment.
Ardat threw back her head, drawing power from Michael with each breath she took. Her hair cascaded down her back and she cried out as she climaxed.
Michael followed her a moment later, spilling his seed inside her willing body.
Irdu drew Ardat away and laid her down on the bed. “Suck them,” he said, gesturing to her breasts. “I want to watch you do that before I take you.”
Michael glanced at Lucifer who nodded, and the two of them dove eagerly onto Ardat’s breasts, sucking at the peaks. Michael marveled at the way the buds hardened and peaked at even the slightest touch. They were far more sensitive than his own nubs or even Lucifer’s.
Lucifer seemed equally enamored with Ardat’s other breast and Michael wondered why they had not done this before.
Michael watched Irdu bend over Ardat’s groin, part her thighs and bury his face between her legs.
Ardat gasped and clung to Michael and Lucifer by their hair.
Lucifer continued to pay homage to the succubus, but Michael craved something else. He could see Irdu’s thick cock hanging between his legs and Michael’s arse ached to feel it inside him.
When Ardat came for the second time, Irdu finally sat back and stared at Michael.
“Fuck me,” Michael said.
He didn’t wait for a response. He rolled onto his hands and knees, knowing Irdu would do as he asked. The demon had made no secret of the fact he wanted this.
Lucifer, leaving Ardat lost to her climax, knelt in front of Michael and held out his cock, stroking the length with slow, deliberate movements. Pre-cum already dripped from the tip and Michael leaned in to lap it up before the semen hit the covers.
Behind him, Irdu prepared him quickly. Michael pushed back against the rod at his arse.
“Fuck!” Michael swore when Irdu entered him.
“You’re so beautiful, Michael,” Lucifer said. “Irdu, fuck him hard.”
Michael nodded. “Yes, oh yes.”
Irdu took them at their word and began to pound Michael with a ferocity that sent him stumbling into Lucifer. “Scream for me, Michael,” Irdu demanded.
Michael shouted, yelled, and screamed, his entire body thrumming with desire. Irdu fed from him, just as Ardat had, and some part of him could tell they took more power tonight than they ever had before. They couldn’t drain him or kill him, so Michael let them.
Lucifer remained in front of him, his cock hovering near Michael’s mouth. When a particularly powerful thrust moved him forward, Michael took the opportunity of swallowing Lucifer’s dick, taking it deep into his throat.
“Michael, fuck!” Lucifer cried.
Michael gulped around his length and Lucifer gurgled in response.
Irdu didn’t falter or break his stride at all. He continued to fuck Michael as hard as he could, his cock hitting Michael’s sweet spot again and again.
Lucifer came down his throat and Michael reluctantly let his sensitive flesh go.
Michael howled as Irdu drove into him again and again. His own shaft ached to be touched, Michael didn’t care who by.
Then Lucifer took Michael’s face in his hands and kissed him. When Lucifer tried to pull away, Michael raised one of his hands and took hold of the back of Lucifer’s head, keeping him in place.
Behind him, Irdu didn’t seem to be showing any sign of slowing his pace. Michael’s arse had never taken such a pounding. Sex with Lucifer had been rough on occasion, but nothing compared to this. Irdu’s stamina was legendary for a reason, no one, angel or demon, could keep up with him.
“How are you doing?” Lucifer asked against Michael’s lips.
Michael groaned. “My cock…touch…please…”
Lucifer didn’t need telling twice. He eased Michael onto his knees and Irdu slowed just enough to ensure he didn’t pull out. Lucifer took Michael’s erection in his hand and Michael screamed in pleasure, coming instantly at the touch. Then everything went black.
* * * *
When Michael came round he found himself cradled in Lucifer’s arms and the two sex demons had departed. For the first time in what seemed like years his head felt clear of lust. He shifted slightly and felt Lucifer’s stiff erection beneath him. His own spent cock twitched. Maybe not entirely clear of lust, then.
“Welcome back,” Lucifer said with a smile. “How are you doing?”
“What happened?”
“You passed out when you came. According to Irdu it’s a common occurrence when he fucks mortals. He left here rather smug about his prowess.”
Michael let Lucifer help him sit up. He winced at the pain in his sore arse.
“Sore?” Lucifer asked.
“What do you think?” Michael muttered. “I feel well and truly fucked.”
“You were,” Lucifer reminded him. “Here, let me help.”
Michael nodded and spread his legs so Lucifer could reach between them. A few soft touches from his lover, combined with his whispered words, and the pain receded as though it had never been there. “Thank you.”
Lucifer smiled but declined to comment.
Michael curled up at Lucifer’s side and rested his head on his shoulder. “Did you send the others away?”
“No, they left of their own accord. They had got what they wanted.”
“What do you mean?”
“To fuck and be fucked by an archangel,” Lucifer explained. “There are few demons who can claim to have experienced such a thing. Just three, in fact, and they were all here in this bed last night.”
Michael frowned. “Why do I feel as if I’ve been used?”
“Because you were,” Lucifer replied. “Demons are self-serving at the core and Irdu and Ardat are no exception. The power they syphoned from you last night will give them a boost for the next millennium. They won’t be back here again any time soon.”
Michael had thought there might be a chance he could save the two sex demons and bring them back to the light. Finding out they had simply wanted to feed from him, before casting him aside, didn’t sit right with him.
“Don’t be so disheartened,” Lucifer said. “You enjoyed last night, didn’t you?”
Michael nodded. “Yes, I did. What about you?”
Lucifer remained quiet for several minutes, and Michael wondered if he intended to answer the question.
“Yes, I enjoyed it, more than I thought I would. Watching Irdu fuck you aroused me in ways I never imagined. And before, when Ardat rode you, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.”
“No jealousy?” Michael asked, just to be sure.
“No, but…”
“But what?”
Lucifer chewed on his lip. “Last night was fucking, pure and simple. I’m not jealous of that, because it’s different from what there is between us.”
Michael understood what Lucifer said because he felt exactly the same. When he and Lucifer came together, particularly when they were alone, they made love. Michael had always understood the difference, and he smiled at the thought that Lucifer did too, even if his lover couldn’t quite put it into words.
They slept a while in each other’s arms, and when they woke they made love together, slowly, steadily, and gently. After the night before it was exactly what they needed.
When Michael returned home, le
aving Lucifer with a last lingering kiss at the entrance to the tunnel, he had no regrets at all.
* * * *
Michael talked to Gabriel and Raphael about the sex demons’ departure from Lucifer’s bed. Neither of his friends appeared surprised at his revelation.
“They’re demons,” Raphael pointed out. “They played the two of you like a pair of fine instruments and you let them.”
“Raphael, please,” Gabriel chided.
“He’s right,” Michael interrupted. “They’ve been using their powers on us the whole time, ensuring our desire for them remained ever present, even when they weren’t with us. They have the most addictive personalities I’ve ever come across. They wanted to feed from me and I let them.”
“Are they going to try and take the throne of the Underworld?” Gabriel asked. “We can’t have another sex demon on the throne.”
Michael shook his head. “I think they just want to ensure their own survival. They’ve been lying low since the present king took the throne, and I believe they’ll continue to do so.”
“If you hear anything to the contrary, you must tell us,” Gabriel warned.
“I will.”
“What about Lucifer?” Raphael asked. “Is he any closer to being saved?”
Michael didn’t know the answer to that question. He didn’t feel as if he was losing Lucifer to the Underworld, but nor did he believe he was making any progress in bringing him back to the light.
“You’ll get there,” Gabriel assured him kindly. “Have faith.”
Michael nodded, but he couldn’t help seeing the expression of skepticism on Raphael’s face. He suspected his own might be similar.
* * * *
Michael didn’t expect to see Irdu and Ardat again and didn’t mourn their loss. Lucifer was enough for him. It therefore came as a surprise to find Ardat standing in front of him as he walked down a busy street on Earth some six months later.
Ardat, who had never been even remotely modest, wore a long hooded cloak that covered her from head to toe. If the clothes hadn’t looked so out of place in the modern world, Michael might not have noticed her at all.