A Choice

[low_key_angel]

"So that's how you end this Sam." Lucifer has never looked quite so smug as he laid out his proposal. "Have sex with my brother and I'll make all of this go away."

"Lu, don't do this."

"He can do this my way Gabriel, or he can watch you die."

Gabriel turned away from the ruined face of his brother's vessel. He was willing to give up ending the world for the sake of breaking his heart, of destroying any chance Gabriel might have had with Sam. Tainting every future interaction with this.

"Sam.. just go. You don't have to do this."

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[worldfelldown]

Sam had been prepared for sex, to fuck, to keep it impersonal because even though it wasn't how he preferred things to be. He wasn't ever as big on hooking up as Dean was, on one night stands. Considering the circumstances, he thought that's how this would be though. It wasn't at all and Sam was a little bit speechless on how to deal with it.

Gabriel was taking his time, showing it meant something.

Sam was pretty sure he kinda didn't deserve it, all things considered, but he was drinking it up for the moment. It made being in a vulnerable position strangely more tolerable. His own hands moved restlessly over Gabriel, pulling him closer, holding him near as he started to follow the rhythm Gabriel was setting. He pressed his face against Gabriel's neck to muffle whatever noises rose up.

[low_key_angel]

"Sam." Gabriel whispered his name like a prayer, rocking into him with a groan. He wasn't sure he'd get the chance to be this close to Sam again, so he had every intention of showing him while he could, that he was loved. That someone, who wasn't his brother, cared about him more than anything in the world.

His vessel was smaller than Sam, but he still managed to hold him close, fingers stroking through his hair as he moved over him.

Gabriel doesn't remember calling his wings, but it was another way to gather Sam close, cradle him in warmth and affection, soft bronze and gold feathers brushing along his skin.

Rings of the Horsemen. They'll open the Cage. I'll help you shove him back in. A subtle thought planted directly into Sam.s mind. Because even with the Apocalypse off the table, Lucifer had to be contained.

[worldfelldown]

Sam kept himself curled as close as he could, his mouth working over every inch of skin he could reach, relishing in the slow build. They were keeping Lucifer waiting, no doubt, but part of him didn't care right now. It served him right for making them do this.

The wings were yet another new thing wrapped around him, surrounding him. His head tipped back, eyes wide to take them in, shivering at the way they brushed against his skin. It wasn't bad. None of this was bad, even if Sam had no real idea how to handle it when all was said and done. His fingertips moved don Gabriel's sides, blunt nails raking lightly. Oh, god,

Then that happened and Sam's wide-eyed stare went back to Gabriel's face. "What?" His voice was rough and breathless. Putting Lucifer back in the cage...

Right now? Sam couldn't think of anything that would be better.

[low_key_angel]

The wink that Sam gets in reply is pure Trickster. He leaned close, kissing him slowly, groaning against his mouth. Lucifer had to go back. He couldn't trust him not to try and sow havoc and death where he went.

I'll help you. When we get out of this.

Something else they would talk about later. Because with Sam.s hands on him, his lips at his neck as he started to move a little faster,.that was all Gabriel wanted to focus on. Only Sam.

"Sam..,fuck.." His head fell to his shoulder, sweat slicking his skin as he tangled his fingers in his hair

[worldfelldown]

He believed that promise, that there was a way to get Lucifer back in his cage. He didn't know how they'd get Lucifer back in there -- wasn't like he'd just walk back to Hell, but maybe they could figure out a way to do it. Sam didn't care what he had to do if it meant fixing his biggest mistake.

Though for the moment, his attention was torn back away with the faster pace. He let out a soft cry at the faster pace, angling his hips up to try and get a better angle. Wanted him deeper, wanted him hitting just right to have his nerves lighting up with pleasure again. He was on edge that pleasure building up. "God--"

He panted and moved one hand down to get between them and stroke his neglected length. "That's it," he encouraged, turning his head until his lips were pressed to Gabriel's ear. "Fuck-- don't stop."