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WHO: Michael

low_key_angel;
WHERE: Rm. 529, maybe elsewhere;
WHEN: After the last event, before this one;
RATING: Pg, will update as needed;
SUMMARY: Michael and Gabriel meet up;

It wouldn't take him long to get to the other angel's room, just a few steps down the hall from his own and he was there. They were conveniently located near each other, and Wonderland was seemingly quite confined, yet, he didn't run into the angel very often. A problem Michael was going to remedy. Which he would have made the effort sooner, but the last event had left him two foot tall and blue. It was strange, having been a puppet, but the archangel put it behind him and went in search of better things than moping or hiding away to occupy his time.

That would be Gabriel.

He was easy to get along with, in Michael's opinion, and he knew anything involving the other angel would be nowhere near boring. Toeing Cat back into his room, he shuts the door, walks a few feet, and knocks. Michael didn't know if Gabriel was in there, but it was a good first place to try, and Wonderland wasn't so large that he'd never find him. Stepping back from the door, arms at his side, he waits for the other to answer.

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"Yes, that. I suppose I am more than glad to no longer be small and blue."

Michael sighs, and takes a few steps further into Gabriel's room. He'd never been in here before, and, though they knew each other a little bit now, the two angels didn't know so much about each other for Michael to make any assumptions as to his taste or personality. Was the way the room was setup typical for Gabriel? Michael didn't know. He assumed so, but he couldn't be sure.

"I could stand to be a little more curious about the closets."

There were a lot of things about Wonderland that he was interested in learning more of, how to get home for instance, but the closets never struck him.

The room is a study in chaos. Gabriel has never really taken up a residence of his own, so most of the things surrounding the vast bed are an odd amalgam of his tastes. The bedspread is a bright zebra print, piled with comfortable pillows. He doesn't sleep, but he may as well be cozy as he peruses the network, right?

Gabriel grins easily at the admission. They've already discovered quite a bit together. "The place has potential to at least keep us entertained. Well. When it's not trying to kill us anyway."

But he ignores the closet for now. Michael is here and he'd much rather pay attention to him. "So. What brings you here? Just passing through?"

"I don't have a specific reason."

Partially because he was curious about how Gabriel was doing, and the other part because he liked being around the other angel. It wasn't difficult being near him, and was both stressful and relaxing at the same time. He was as exuberant as Michael was not, and he enjoyed the contrast.

"We are practically neighbors, yet, I find I hardly ever come here. I thought I'd change that."

"Good." And Gabriel is happy for the company - he's found that so far it's been easier to be around this version of Michael and his alternate self. No arguing, no fighting - just simply being. They're both appealing for different reasons and Michael is fun to be around. sure, he might be quiet and reserved, but he's also not shut down. Show him a new experience and he's game for it.

A wave of his hand sends most of the materials he'd pulled out of the closet back in, closing the door with a wave of grace.

"Well you know how the saying goes. Mi casa es su casa. Or something like that."

Michael finds himself momentarily in awe of this Gabriel. The other angels had abilities that him and his brother did not posses, and he found it intriguing, yet did not find himself jealous that they had them and he did not.

"Thank you, Gabriel. Should I sit?"

He gestures around the room, but doesn't know where Gabriel wants him.

"Could you tell me about yourself. Something I'm not aware of, I am not picky. I would reciprocate of course."

"Knock yourself out," he drops into an overstuffed chair that hadn't been there a moment ago. There were a few chairs scattered around the room - not that he expected company on a regular basis, but may as well be sociable, right?

"Something about me huh?" An odd question, but interesting. Gabriel can't really recall the last time someone asked him about himself, not really. He could evade, come up with some flip reply, but that wouldn't be fair to either of them.

"Even if the gates of Heaven were opened just for me, I don't think I'd go back again. And I'm not saying that just because back home I'm apparently a beat away from getting shanked. I'm more at home on Earth."

Michael sits in the middle of the room, near Gabriel, but directly on the floor, legs folded underneath him. He rests his hands on his knees, leaning forward to listen to the other.

"I never thought I'd hear an angel say that. It's not a very common opinion, not where I'm from."

He pauses, eyes narrowing, lips pursed and thoughtful.

"I'd go back, I think. If Father were there, and I could speak to him again. But, I like it on Earth. I like the humans. If it were a choice between one or the other, I don't think I'd go."

Michael couldn't say for sure until directly faced with such a choice, but as it stands, that's what he thought he might do. Sighing, he looks back up at Gabriel.

"I find comfort in knowing that the humans of your world had you there with them."

The moment Michael settles on the floor, Gabriel slides out of his own chair. He’d prefer to be closer, to have them on the same level. Michael is open and responsive and he likes that about this almost brother of his. “Yeah. But I’m pretty sure ours isn’t coming back. Given how badly things have gone since he walked? He’d have to be crazy to want to come back to that disaster.” Civil war, rebellion, prisons in Heaven. There wasn’t laughter or joy – there was only silence and duty and Gabriel hated it.

He quirks a faint grin. “They might not have. I hid out with the pagans, became a trickster god. Had to go all witness protection so I didn’t get dragged back to Heaven in custom built chains.” A rolled shoulder. “But I finally stood for them when it mattered, for all of five minutes or so before I bought the proverbial farm.”

“What about you? Your world? You protected the humans, right?”

It was interesting, to Michael, to see Gabriel move again so quickly, coming down to sit on the floor with him. There was so much discord between angels, and yet, this one seemed to want nothing more than to be equal with him, maybe even connect on some level. That was something that didn't happen often in Michael's experience, and it made him appreciate Gabriel more than before.

"A trickster god." Michael's face scrunches, amused, and he wants to know more about that, but they had time for that later. "I tried, was still trying when I was brought here."

Michael hadn't done as good a job as he had wanted to do. "Gabriel was more successful in his efforts, than I was with mine."

Before leaving Heaven, it was all Gabriel had wanted, to reconnect with his bretheren. At least in Wonderland he could connect with slightly different versions of family - ones that were receptive more to a connection than an ages old argument. So far that meant he was spending more time with Gabriel and Michael, but he didn't mind. This Michael was receptive, interesting, and if he was honest? A damn fine kisser.

"Sometimes that's all we can do. Give it a shot and see what happens."

Gabriel doesn't want to ask - he's seen enough of his alternate self in action that whatever he was doing back home? Chances are it wasn't pretty. There were too many echoes of Lucifer in his actions and words.

"So what do you do with him now?"

"Here? I do my best to keep peace between us, but my temper gets the better of me."

Gabriel had a little more control than he did, but his twin was just as guilty of starting things as he was. It made for uncomfortable situations, them both being here, and so closely confined.

"It is hard, though, if I may be so honest. He doesn't understand, and I have tried to explain it to him."

He sighs, sitting forward slightly.

"Wonderland is almost like limbo, a purgatory if you will. It is neither heaven nor hell, yet it is both for some of us. When we go back, we won't remember any of this, and it will be like it never happened. Any amends or coming to terms, growth or set backs, it will all mean nothing."

Hardly a shock that Gabriel gets under his skin. Maybe it's a gift shared between the two of them, the ability to drive people crazy with just a few carefully chosen words. Gabriel leans forward, reaching to rub his thumb along the back of Michael's hand.

"Angels are monumentally dense for the most part." Present company excluded, naturally. "Change comes, but not easily. It's a friggin miracle that the other Michael," not his Michael, "and Lucifer haven't obliterated the place just to settle an old pissing contest."

Gabriel grimaces, shifting closer until their knees are touching. "Yeah, and I'm living proof of that. This is my second time around and I don't remember a damned thing about it."

The physical contact, Michael enjoyed it, but it still surprised him. He was sure he would adjust over time, it was just different to have intimacy with another angel after so long of being surrounded by humans.

He slowly turns his hand over, so that Gabriel's fingers are touching his palm, and he wraps his own fingers around the angel's hand.

"I wasn't here the first time you were, but I'm am pleased that we are both here now."

Michael leans forward, and lays his other hand over Gabriel's knee.

"And I'm glad I came here today."

Gabriel on the other hand, was a sucker for physical contact specifically because he'd missed out on it in Heaven so much. If it was someone he trusted, someone he cared about, there was going to be touching involved.

He also likes how quietly bold Michael can be. Sure, he looks reserved and at times a little unsure, but if you asked the right questions, that decisiveness was an absolute turn on. Which is probably why Gabriel leans in close to meet him.

"Ditto on both counts." And with that, he closes the distance to kiss him again.

When Gabriel kisses him, the angel will feel the smile that had been ghosting over Michael's features slowly fade away. This was nice, better than nice, but it was also serious in Michael's mind. He wanted to show that he was glad that he was here with the other angel today, show him even.

Not just because he was kissing him, but because good company was hard to find.

Michael slides his hands up Gabriel's thighs, and he moves, carefully and with direct purpose, coming to his knees while never breaking the kiss. He grips Gabriel's sides, firm but not painful, and pulls him up with him. Now that they were both kneeling, and Michael was closer, he parts his lips and pulls Gabriel to him.

Being serious is overrated. Gabriel knows what Michael meant and he appreciates both the sentiment and the visit - people from his own world weren't exactly breaking down his doors (when they bothered with them at all).

Gabriel goes with him easily, his arms sliding around the very firm, very compact body of the archangel and deepens the kiss as he's pulled in. He's also very relieved that he doesn't have to break the kiss for anything as mundane as breathing. Giving up even an inch of contact simply isn't an option.

Michael continues the slow and direct movements of their bodies, guiding them to a standing position. He tilts forward to deepen the kiss, head canted to the side and tongue dragging over Gabriel's lower lip.

"Gabriel."

He sighs his name out, and then brings his hands up to his chest. Firm, he pushes the angel back towards his bed.

Well. This wasn't how Gabriel had expected to spend his day, but now that it was moving in the direction of his bed, he certainly wasn't going to complain about it.

Gabriel drops back towards the bed when he's pushed, dragging Michael down over him. He laughs against his lips, fingers sifting through short dark hair and returning the kiss with equal heat. It was the first time he'd shared intimacy with another angel and frankly, he couldn't wait.

Michael was amused, among other things, but mostly amused.

It wasn't something he often experienced, amusement, but Gabriel was more often than not just that. He, too, didn't mind the way the day was going.

He lets Gabriel pull him down, but doesn't immediately press their bodies flush. Michael kisses the angel a moment, then slips his arm under his back and raises him slightly, pushing him further to the center of the bed. Then he settles over him, off to the side, a hand running over his chest as he begins to kiss him again.

Gabriel was fine with being amusing. Sure at one point he had been the Archangel of Justice and the very Hand of God when it was time to lay the holy smackdown. But he would much rather see smiles than fear.

He shifts easily where he's pulled, reaching up to hook an arm around his neck and drag Michael closer. Gabriel sifts his fingers through Michael's hair with a pleased sound. A beat later his wings appear, bronze and etherial, shifting to wrap around them both.

Michael's never seen Gabriel's wings, and only once, when they were both children, did he see Gabriel's brother Lucifer's wings. They were different, a bronze color and more magnificent than he could have imagined them being.

He forgets the kissing, and the way their bodies had begun to move against each other, and focuses on them for moment. Michael reaches out, brushing them tentatively, and then tilts his head down to look at the angel beneath him. He's surprised by the gesture, and pleased, so he quickly presses his mouth to Gabriel's, showing him what he thought of what he'd done.

Part of being a shamless hedonist most of the time was exploring everything and Gabriel had learned a long time ago that his wings were sensitive to touch. Bringing them out during intimate moments? That just made it better.

He grins wickedly into the kiss, dragging him closer and letting his hands drag down the long muscles of his back.

Sliding his hand down, he pushes Gabriel's shirt up, and brushes his fingers along the other angel's side.

"Gabriel," he mutters out in between kisses.

He shifts his hips, giving him more room to push Gabriel's shirt up further. Michael tips his head slightly to the right, and tugs at the angel's lower lip when his, sucking gently for a moment before dragging the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip.

Don't ask how his shirt comes off with his wings still visible. There's simply a brief moment where they pass through the fabric before he tosses it aside and starts to work on Michael's, quick and nimble fingers seeking out warm skin.

"Entirely too many clothes on, you know?"

Oh.

He knew the other angels had abilities, all kinds of them, but he hadn't considered that Gabriel could do that with his.

"Yes, entirely too many." A pause. "Take more of them off."

Michael leans up on his elbow, eyes narrowed. He wondered what it would feel like, having his clothes removed that way.

With a low chuckle, Gabriel nips at his lip. There were advantages to completely and utterly shameless uses of his power. He snaps his fingers, getting rid of his clothes in an instant before turning his attention to Michael. Resting a hand on his chest, he sends a flux of grace along his skin, just enough to coax his clothes into being elsewhere.

Michael might not approve of his clothes simply being phased away for good.

Or maybe not.

In either case, Gabriel had far more important things to look at, and pay attention to. Like all of that exposed, glorious skin.

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