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[what_he_needs]

WHO: Michael what_he_needs and Gabriel 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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[what_he_needs]

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.

[low_key_angel]

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.

[what_he_needs]

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.

[low_key_angel]

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.

[what_he_needs]

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.

[low_key_angel]

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.

[what_he_needs]

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.

[low_key_angel]

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?"

[what_he_needs]

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.

[low_key_angel]

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.