Veneration
Michael/Adam smut
A/N: Originally posted on Ao3 :3 - apologies for the slight difference from the Ao3 version, Tumblr didn’t support the Enochian characters I inputted, so I had to change it slightly
Tags: smut, wing kink, religious imagery, biting kink, making out, grinding, body worship, Michael has a physical projection, established Michael/Adam, erections, set in the Lucifer’s Cage post Lucifer’s escape
WC: 1,801 words ★
https://archiveofourown.org/works/84192596
The growing strain against Michael's (well... Adam's) pants was a less than gracious reminder of his newly manifested physical presence, designed specifically to be as if Adam was simply doubled. A nifty trick learnt from their prolonged time in the cage.
"You uhh... good there?" Adam murmured, failing to stifle his laughter. Of course, it wouldn't take long for Adam to notice. At all. They did share a proximity of about zero centimetres apart from eachother at all times. They were quite literally clinging to one another for seemingly eternity. Given, it wasn't necessary since Lucifer's disappearance - a sore spot for the two of them. While they were beyond grateful the cruel, fallen brother was gone, it also was infruriating on a number of levels that he was freed before the two of them. Great, now Michael was desperate for relief and frustrated by the mere thought of their circumstances. Yet the quiet giggling beside him brought him back to the matter at hand.
"...." Michael was less than amused at Adam's enjoyment of the picture infront of him. He released a deep sigh, despite not needing to breathe. But after spending more than a millenia with a human who still followed all his unnecessary insticts regardless of his less than living status, Michael learnt first hand the usefulness of the body as a tool of expression. Including how to replicate an invitation of human lust. Not only did Michael get to experience newfound happenings, a very rare occurence for him as a timeless being, but he also got to deepen his relationship with the human he swore to protect early in their imprisonment. As well as just find a way to use the time they were cursed with in a 'productive' manner.
"...Want some help?" Adam's voice glided into Michael, reminding him just how easy it was to get lost in thought down here.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" Michael responded, his composure unwavering despite his current situation. His vast, steel blue wings encompassing the two of them ruffled slightly, exposing his true emotions behind the poise expression. The one object of his true form betraying his desired countenance. Michael noticed the inconspicuous way Adam's eyes drifted to them, wincing ever so slightly at the glowing illusion they produced against the dismal backdrop visible between the feathered arch and Michael's face. Unnoticable to any but Michael, the 'man' who's spent an inhuman amount of lifetimes with Adam.
"Never one to initiate, are you?" Adam teased, deliberately shifting positions from the crude safety of Michael's side, to gracefully straddling 'his' lap. Even after a couple centuries of having sex in many formerly unthinkable manners, a slight pang of guilt irked itself in the depths of Michael's being. The overly familiar teachings against the act of lust clawing at Michael's mind. Potentially committing a sin bordering the cause of his brother's famous dissent wavering Michael's confidence. Though by now, Adam was well aware of this. Hell, after growing up religious, he felt (while on a much more minor scale) similar grievances. Just another factor fueling their incomprehensable bond.
"Halo? You still with me?" Adam whispered, his voice personifying what Michael can only imagine the humans mean by an 'angel's voice'. The sound of him transcending Michael's expectations for the human race since their very beginning.
"I'm with you." Michael soothed all too reverently. His eyes full of adoration and what Adam can only describe as devotion for lack of a better word.
Michael's wings closed tighter, gently forcing Adam impossibly closer as he began gripping the joint connecting the mighty appendages to his own insubstantial reflection. An imperceivable noise escaped Michael's lips, registering far too quietly for Adam's feeble ears. So without hesitation, he massaged deeply into the sensitive muscles again, only this time he ensured his hips rolled along Michael's growing erection.
A whimper flooded the humid space between the two. It was safe to say Michael would never get used to being at the whim of a human, even if it's the one he would gift the sun to.
A pink flush emerged upon Michael's features, and Adam could swear he saw the pink shine upon his wings. As the Viceroy of Heaven, Weigher of souls, Heavenly commander of God's army, and Guardian of the Faithful, no Earthly word could describe the sheer humiliation Michael felt imposed upon his entire being. Rather than bathe in the ignominy, he opted to bury his face into the crook of Adam's clothed neck. Breathing in his distant, practically non-existence scent, his 'body' began to unwind. Adam kept applying rounded pressure to his indomitable anatomy, eliciting a stream of shameful whimpers and moans that Michael otherwise would claim never to originate from him.
As the pressure on his wings deepened, Michael could feel Adam's pace stutter. He began gripping on the vigorous appendages, clearly close to his own release.
Michael projected foreign ‘words’ into Adam's mind, the language too unfamiliar on the vessel's tongue to properly speak it. Adam hesitated, pausing briefly overtop of Michael's crotch. Adam adores Michael's mother tongue, craving it beyond pardonable extent. The complex, cryptic vocalisations dancing upon Adam's ears and mind like an uncontrollable holy flame. Michael was well aware of this infatuation, often abusing his power over Adam far too much for his sanity.
"..Damn you" Adam muttered, his rhythm lost to fluster as it slowed. Michael gripped Adam's hips, forcing his lethargic movements heavier upon himself as he raised his face to meet Adam's once again, this time closing the gap as their lips found each others. A wave of moans was lost between them, trapped by mutually felt lust and devotion. Michael seperated, giving Adam a well deserved breath despite the lack of necessity.
"I've already been damned, and it's not seeming so bad at the moment." Michael murmured low in Adam's ear, his voice sending shivers down Adam's spine. As Adam began losing stamina, his soul tiring from the overwhelming presence Michael's grace bore down on him, Michael slowly moved his mouth down to meet Adam's neck. Biting down, Adam released an obscure mix of a gasp and whine, melting into Michael's projection. Michael felt the damp, warm load through Adam's pants, letting out a small hum of pleasure. Michael retreated from his lovers neck with a small pop, the soul seeming depleted from the rigorous excerise.
"No wonder you're so worn out." Michael teased, one hand raising to gently stroke Adam's minorly moist hair, the humidity caught between Michael's monumental wings and the two beings. Adam's face hid between Michael's neck and wing, falling into complete comfort and clarity that would rather be impossible to find given their location. All Michael got in response was an exasperated groan, restfulness biting at Adam.
"Mmm... don't you still need to cum?" Adam eventually mumbled, his eyes heavy.
"..I can easily get rid of this. After all, it was just an illusion to garner your attention." Michael soothed, massaging Adam's scalp as Adam's grip on his wings faded.
"That's no fun." Adam groaned, forcing himself to sit up. Steadying himself with his hands on Michael's shoulders, Adam pushed down on the archangel's crotch with his body weight. Michael's eyes followed Adam, cautious not to exhaust his soul too far. Though, Adam's soft joining of their lips distracted him from getting lost in any concerns. This time it was gentler, slower. Knowing they apparently had all the time in Hell, they didn't rush. Rather, it was now more an act of worship than passion.
Adam's hands gradually found the sensitive point of Michael's wings, unique to him. Adam wouldn't be surprised if he was the only one in existence to know of this spot, a susceptible mark of nerves that if handled incorrectly could very well cause pain rather than the pleasure Michael was seeking. Michael moaned into Adam's mouth, a noise full of tender weakness. Weakness Adam would never dream to exploit, unless asked to by his beloved.
With one hand cradling Michael's cheek, the other solacing his glorious wing, Adam could truly appreciate the personage before him. Michael's beauty beyond any belief's the Church could construe. Not because Michael shared Adam's face, but because despite that, he appeared so different. His face manifested in ways individual to him, a level of grandeur and nobility Adam could never dream of presenting as. His authority clear as the light he was blessed to blind with.
He felt Michael vibrate, soaring above the plane they were condemned to as the kiss deepened. His wings fluffed up far beyond modestly, the angelic expectation of abstinence long deserted. Adam attempted to draw back his clutch on Michael's wing, fearful of mistakenly hurting him, but Michael gripped his wrist before he was able to.
Michael echoed a foreign phrase into their shared mind space, a warning against retracting his grip. Michael was absentmindedly thrusting upwards to Adam, despite their clothed manner. One hand tightening against Adam's waist, the other grasping his wrist - the strength near painful as the pressure didn't release. Yet Adam was well aware, even in Michael's desperate state, he would never allow himself to cause true harm to Adam's soul.
While Adam's handle on Michael's divine wing became more sporadic, he felt as Michael began to struggle. His projection phasing unnaturally as he etched ever so closer to release.
A wave of euphoria violently crashed across Michael, manipulating his being into mimicking the feeling of human release. His resolute wings trembled, Adam's hold lost against the impregnable force. Michael's projection lit up, ethereal light escaping from his eyes and widened mouth. Yet it didn't blind Adam, instead all he felt was an intoxication on the bliss Michael was experiencing. Despite the archangel's rapturous state, Adam was still cradled atop of Michael, the hand holding his waist slightly loosening ensuring no wound was made against him.
As Michael progressively returned to reality, his projection stablising and wings gone limp blanketing the two, he became breathless.
"Thought you didn't need to breathe." Adam whispered, taunting Michael's emerging humanity under Adam's influence. Through his pants, Michael simply squeezed Adam's thigh, eliciting a sudden yelp from the man.
"You're mean, Halo." Adam prodded, lightning flowing through his 'body'. He slowly dismounted the archangel's projection, allowing space to compose himself from his ecstasy rush. Yet Michael didn't desire space, opting to ragdoll over top of the human's shoulder, his flaccid wings draping over the two - shielding them from the dreadful scenery mere metres outside of them. With a quick snap, the couple's appearance returned to normal, yet the relaxed stature and fluffed-out steel blue wings remained.
"I love you, Adam." Michael whispered for one being in all of existence. The one being deserving of this love from Michael. The one being he could find pleasure in damnation with.
Long live Midam 🫶