He's not the one either of them want, but he's not a substitute, either.
In Adam, there is Dean's stubbornness and Sam's empathy tempered by bitterness.
Even if he didn't say that one, small, little word, they still could have taken him. Held him down and help him open then taketaketake until the shell of a creature driven to madness in the shape of Man was the only thing left of him.
They don't, though.
Because they can't.
For all their power, they could only hurt Adam, but never have him.
Michael thought he understood, but he doesn't get it until they make him watch.
Until they show him.
They face him and Michael's fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt. He's the only one dressed, but has never felt more bare.
Every sensation is too much and the very air seems to vibrate against his skin.
Lucifer chuckles and Michael lets out a low whine as he watches his brother rock into Adam lazily. He has Adam on his knees and the only thing keeping him from falling to a slick, sated mess on the bed is Lucifer's arm around his waist and his fingers splayed over his heart.
Michael almost lost his resolve when Adam arched and moaned as Lucifer stretched him open with calculating fingers that left both of them aching.
Michael watches and feels the taste of iron coat his tongue when Adam makes a particularly sinful sound as Lucifer's teeth sink into the soft flesh of his shoulder.
There isn't a single place they haven't touched Adam.
They've filled him so completely and that's what breaks Michael.
"Please."
The word leaves his throat feeling raw, but he's trembling with how much he wants this, how much he wants them.
"Please," he repeats.
Lucifer hides his serpent smile against Adam's neck then puts his arms under Adam's to support his as they open to receive Michael.
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Yes - Supernatural - Michael/Adam/Lucifer - R - Begging, Biting, Power Issues
Date: 2011-10-18 09:51 pm (UTC)In Adam, there is Dean's stubbornness and Sam's empathy tempered by bitterness.
Even if he didn't say that one, small, little word, they still could have taken him. Held him down and help him open then taketaketake until the shell of a creature driven to madness in the shape of Man was the only thing left of him.
They don't, though.
Because they can't.
For all their power, they could only hurt Adam, but never have him.
Michael thought he understood, but he doesn't get it until they make him watch.
Until they show him.
They face him and Michael's fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt. He's the only one dressed, but has never felt more bare.
Every sensation is too much and the very air seems to vibrate against his skin.
Lucifer chuckles and Michael lets out a low whine as he watches his brother rock into Adam lazily. He has Adam on his knees and the only thing keeping him from falling to a slick, sated mess on the bed is Lucifer's arm around his waist and his fingers splayed over his heart.
Michael almost lost his resolve when Adam arched and moaned as Lucifer stretched him open with calculating fingers that left both of them aching.
Michael watches and feels the taste of iron coat his tongue when Adam makes a particularly sinful sound as Lucifer's teeth sink into the soft flesh of his shoulder.
There isn't a single place they haven't touched Adam.
They've filled him so completely and that's what breaks Michael.
"Please."
The word leaves his throat feeling raw, but he's trembling with how much he wants this, how much he wants them.
"Please," he repeats.
Lucifer hides his serpent smile against Adam's neck then puts his arms under Adam's to support his as they open to receive Michael.