Wings and Tears: Part Eleven

 

            Three days passed. Luc’s green eyes slowly opened. The three-day long dream quickly faded. He tried desperately to grab the memory of his dead friend’s face. The woman that that been intended to be his wife. He became of aware that someone was watching him and quickly he sat up. The white blanket fell from his torso. He saw a being that wasn’t angelic, but also wasn’t completely human. He had an oval-shaped face and black hair that hung loosely just past his shoulders. The most striking feature of this ‘man’, were his eyes. They were completely white and the glowed faintly.

            “Who are you?” Luc asked.

            “We are the Spirit that returned your essence to you.” His voice was odd, and Luc blinked when he spoke.

            “Where am I?” Luc asked, surprised by how easily he accepted this statement. He looked at the white room around him.

            “Michael’s bedroom.”

            “Where’s Michael?”

            The Spirit pointed to the doorway of the bedroom. Luc stood from the bed carefully. His legs felt like jelly. He didn’t bother to put on anymore clothes, but walked awkwardly to the door in his bloody boxer shorts. He scratched his head fiercely, irritated by the simple itch, and then opened the door.

            Michael was talking to a group of angels. Luc recognized the white-winged group. Michael’s back was to the door. 

            “General, it is a rather opportune location for attack.”

            “Yeah, I know it is.” Michael said.

            The angel he was speaking to was the first to notice Luc. The others who had been listening turned quickly to see him as well. Michael was the last to turn his head.

            “You’re up.” Michael took a step closer to Luc, but Luc stepped back, his back pressed to the cold door. His hand found the door handle.

            “Michael,” Luc looked at each of them and blinked, he was so confused, “What’s going on?”

            Michael pressed his lips, “I told you,” he said softly. “You…you died.”

            “I know that! I’m still confused…what is that thing doing in there?” It was the best word he could find to describe the Spirit inhabiting Wufei’s body. “Why are they worried about me?” He continued and looked back at the crowd, indeed the other angels in the room looked at him with worried and empathic faces. “What’s going on?!”

            “Lucifer,” began Uriel. Luc winced from the name and the sound of another angel’s voice. Michael motioned for them to be quiet.

            “Luc,” Michael said, “When you…when your essence passed into us, those memories, those false memories. They disappeared.”

            Luc was shaking his head and he screamed “NO!” Michael stepped closer to him, but he tensed and grasped the door handle tighter. “Don’t come near me, Sun! You’ll blind me with your rays! And you, Reaper!” he looked angrily to Uriel, “Why do you speak to me kindly? Don’t you know what I am?! I’m Satan. I started the War! I gleefully killed the ones you loved!” When he spoke he dropped his constant guise and became the body that God had deemed worthy of him. By the time he was done speaking he was a huge, red and hoofed demon with crooked yellow fangs and finger nails. He continued speaking with a deep evil voice, “I am the Devil! Stop loving me! You’re confusing me! I hate it! I hate you!”

            “No you don’t,” Michael said calmly, completely ignoring the twisted form. “I know you’ve tried. But you don’t.”

            Luc sat swiftly and changed back to his angelic body, he pushed his legs to his chest and sobbed. Michael turned to his comrades. “Leave,” Michael told the other angels, “We’ll pick this up later.” Luc watched as some of the angels gathered papers, others just left, but soon they were all gone. Michael knelt by his husband and placed his tan hands on Luc’s pale arms. Luc looked at the contrast of their skin tones and then quickly moved to grab Michael’s left hand. Michael didn’t resist him, but gazed at his curious and sad green eyes. Luc studied Michael’s strong palm, his own thin fingers glided over Michael’s skin. He studied the ring finger, stared at the sliver weeding band that now decorated it. He looked up at Michael. His eyes were red from the crying, he sniffled. Michael looked back at him. For a while they sat in silence. 

            “You and I are still married,” Michael said. He picked up Luc’s left hand, and stroked the sliver band on Luc’s pale finger. “I lied to you to many times when I went to get that ball of light from you. God didn’t tell me I could stay married to you. I begged Him to never formally annul or divorce our marriage.” Luc’s tears came back to his eyes. He knew what it meant when Michael ‘begged’ God for anything, let alone something like this.

            “Michael…”he sobbed out. Michael smiled weakly at him.

            “Luc, I…I’m so sorry.” Michael finally broke. His voice trembled and tears poured from his eyes. He threw himself into Luc’s arms. Luc clasped onto Michael. “I…I’m so sorry. For everything. I should have loved you more than that…more than Him.”

            Luc sighed, he realized his sobs were gone, and felt he Michael’s warm tears soak his grimy chest. “You never did anything.”

            Michael looked up at him, “How can you say that? I--”

            “Was created for a specific reason.” Michael pressed his lips together, shame covered his face. “But you loved me anyway. You married me. You love me. Michael, you love me, don’t you?”

            Michael nodded boldly, “Yes, yes! I do! Luc I love you so much!”

            Luc moved a hand to stroke Michael’s cheek. “You were only following the rules. You were only doing what you were supposed to. And…those memories, Michael, those memories were nothing! They were nothing!”

            “God is nothing.” Michael said angrily.

            Luc stared at him, not surprised by the statement, just was thinking of the best way to respond. “No, Michael, He is something, but…but what I want to know is if that something will ever interfere with how you feel about me again. If He will step in between us again. I love you, and I don’t blame you. But I hate what He has done to you. I hate what He does to you.”

            “I hate Him.” He rested his cheek on Luc’s chest and listened to his husband’s angelic heart beat. “I love you,” he said, and he meant it with every fiber of his being.

            “I love you too…” Luc groaned and moved slightly. “I also really need a shower.”

            Michael laughed and looked at Luc. They smiled at each other. Some of the dried blood that had stuck to Luc was now on Michael’s cheek.

            “Come on,” Michael said, standing and bring Luc with him. “I’ll help you.” They looked mischievously at each other and Michael led Luc to the bathroom.

           

            Michael’s bathroom was massive and made of smooth white marble, the huge shower was more of another room inside of this one. The entire room gleamed, and was so smooth and shiny that it seemed fragile. Michael turned to see Luc blink as his eyes adjusted to the bright white room. Luc realized what was happening and immediately blushed. Michael led him into the middle of the polished room and turned to look at his embarrassed expression. Michael smiled and laughed softly. That was one of the things he loved about Luc, his embarrassment, it made him seem so child-like and innocent, as if the mere thought of Michael seeing him naked was absurd. Michael gathered Luc’s pale and dirty body into his strong, masculine arms. He laughed again as Luc placed his head on Michael’s shoulder. Michael was tall, but Luc was just a few inches taller. Luc’s shaking hands moved to Michael’s shirt. A thin cord tried to top of the smooth cloth closed. Luc slowly untied it, biting his lower lip like a small curious boy. Michael gazed at Luc’s face from the corner of his eye.

            “Luc, you know that innocent look drives me insane,” his voice was filled with desire. Luc giggled softly and nodded a little, but said nothing; however he did move his head to look Michael in the eyes. Curious innocence was still painted onto his youthful face. If he were human he couldn’t pass for older than 18 or 19, he didn’t yet look like a man. He looked like a young, blonde-haired, green-eyed, boy, on the verge of manhood, barely old enough to morally bed. His body was thin but tall, delicate but desirable. He was one of the oldest creatures in existence, but he would look forever young. His face was soft and feminine, but his boyish charm was what Michael loved. Michael wanted him, and he but had to move a centimeter closer to know that Luc wanted him just as badly.

            Michael did move that centimeter, and carefully kissed Luc’s soft lips. Luc returned the kiss, stroked Michael’s tongue with his own. They both had their eyes closed tightly as they tasted each other, savoring each moment like they had years before, when Michael had gone to Hell the very first time. Just like when they danced in Hell, this kiss melted away the years and years they had been apart. When they finally did break it, it was because they needed to breathe.

            Luc quickly moved to continue his task of undressing Michael. His smooth hands slipped off the unfastened shirt. He exposed Michael’s tan and masculine torso. Michael had the appearance of a body-builder, a constant gym-goer. God had craved him into the image of masculine beauty. Luc’s soft hand glided down Michael’s prefect thorax, trailed down the bumps of the sharply defined six-pack stomach, and his long fingers ended their journey at the tie of Michael’s pants.

            “You’re all held together with strings, Mr. Archangel,” Luc said, his voice was teasing but as innocent as his face.

            “I thought you like untying things,” Michael returned the tease, and stroked Luc’s face with his knuckles.

            Luc smiled and shrugged, “Maybe I do…maybe I just like them more than buttons.” He shrugged. His fingers hadn’t moved from the top of Michael’s pants and that position made Michael burn with yearning.

            “Luc please…” he began, his voice echoing that want.

            He didn’t need to finish Luc promptly loosened the tie and the pants fell as gravity pulled them down. He was wearing nothing under them. Luc looked at him a moment before he realized that his eyes were harboring tears again. Those tears fell as Michael bent to slip off the only article of clothing Luc was wearing. When Michael stood Luc realized he was crying as well.

            “I love you, Lucifer,” he whispered, using Luc’s full name to prove his point. He moved a hand to whip away Luc’s tears. Then he took Luc’s hand and guided him into the shower. He moved to turn on the warm water and Luc went under the water’s flow. His blonde hair became soaked very quickly, water went into his mouth and he spit it out softy. He kept his eyes open as his eye lashes gathered water. His hair darkened and plastered itself to his head. Michael pushed the wet hair from Luc’s eyes and looked at him. He kissed Luc softly and then moved to grab the hair wash. He placed a glob of the dense liquid on his palm and massaged it into Luc’s scalp. Luc closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the sensation as Michael’s finger tips moved through his blonde hair.

            “Tilt your head back,” Michael ordered softly. Luc obeyed, his closed eyes closed tighter, and Michael’s hands rinsed the liquid soap from his golden locks. Michael carefully titled Luc’s head back to face him. Luc carefully opened his eyes to see that Michael had grabbed a bar of soap. He laughed self-consciously as Michael started to rub the soap over his body.

            “Don’t be so embarrassed, my love. We have done this before.” Michael said soothingly as he turned Luc around to wash off his smooth pale back.

            “I can’t help it.” Luc responded, his mouth avoiding the water that beat down on his chest, as the soap was moved to his lower back.

            “You’re beautiful, you have nothing to be ashamed of.” Then he playfully slapped Luc’s buttocks. Luc jumped with surprised and turned quickly to look at his husband. Michael gave him not even a second before he lunged at him, locking their lips together in a passionate kiss. Luc was forced back, until his back hit the wall of the shower. The water pounded onto Michael’s back, but he ignored it as he slipped his hand in between their bodies, Luc gasped as Michael’s hand cupped his organ. His back straightened against the smooth white wall of the shower. Luc moaned as Michael started to move his arm, creating a tantalizing friction between his hand and Luc. Luc supported his weight against the wall with his hands, which flattened themselves to the flat rock. His legs grew weak, but somehow he remained standing. The water still assaulted Michael’s back, but he gave it no notice, their bodies were soaked but it didn’t interfere with what they were doing. Michael supported himself against the wall with his other hand. The arm that connected to Luc continued to move, picking up speed as things processed. He griped Luc tightly. Michael’s fingers started to protest, but ignored them. Instead he stared at Luc’s face. Luc’s eyes were closed tightly and his mouth was slightly opened, moans and groans escaped his lips.

            “Look at me.” Michael breathed out, chocking on lust and the moisture of the shower. Luc forced his green eyes open and looked at his husband. He looked at the water dripping from the shoulder length black hair, the intense blue eyes, and the movement of the body the resulted from the rapid movement of Michael’s left hand. He gasped out and forced his eyes to remain open as he neared his climax. His sounds became muffled, his pleasure too intense to speak out. He moaned slightly, gasping for breath. He stared at his husband’s concentrating face, at the sweat that had gathered with the shower water. Finally his peak came and his scream mixed with the pounding of the water.

 

            The white bathrobe was fuzzy and warm against his skin. Michael came back in, holding a sliver plate that had a sliver cover over it.

            “Well?” Luc asked, “What’s the surprise?”

            “Ta da,” Michael responded, sitting gracefully at the edge of the bed and removing the sliver cover to reveal…

            “Ice cream!” Luc looked surprised at the two sliver bowls.

            “Yep, chocolate with sprinkles,” Michael said proudly, and picked up one of the thin chocolate specks, then pushed it to Luc’s mouth. Luc opened his lips to accept it. He sucked to ice cream from Michael’s finger and giggled.

            “I’m surprised you remembered.”

            “I always remember,” Michael commented, as he spooned the ice cream to feed it to Luc.