Warnings : violence/torture mentioned. Rough sex implied. Little bit dub-con, I guess.
Square filled : Gadmandriel.
Written for : @spnkinkbingo
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Gadreel sat facing the corner of his prison cell. The same corner he'd been looking at for a few millennia or more. Far from the bars, and anyone who might come to them.
Other than his daily torture, it didn't happen often, but people came. And they always wanted the same thing.
The sound of sneakers echoed their way down the hall, the footsteps sounded hesitant, unsure as they moved closer to Gadreel. Based on that, he figured they weren't coming for him. Everyone who came knew what they were doing, walked with purpose or anger.
The sound stopped on the other side of the bars and Gadreel turned his head just enough to catch the young man from the corner of his eye, glancing around. “Didn't think you were the type, brother.”
The young man looked to Gadreel just as he faced the wall again. “What type?”
“There is only one reason to visit me.”
“I'm here to-”
“Just get on with it, Samandriel.” He steeled his back, head held high. There was a silence that followed, not the usual sound of the gate being opened. “Why do you not come in?” he turned his head to the side, brow furrowed.
“It's locked.”
This time he turned enough to see the angel in the young man's body. “Do you mock me? The guard gives them all the key, why would I believe you do not have it? Just get it over with and let me be.”
“What? What would I-”
Before he could finish, Gadreel was on his feet and at the bar. The bruises that littered his neck and face were still healing and Samandriel was shocked. “Because that's the only reason people come.”
“I'm not here for whatever-”
“Why should I believe you?”
“You said I wasn't the type.”
“I said I didn't think you were. But I didn't think they were either. The two brothers who visited me before you.”
“What did they do to you?” Samandriel’s eyes ran over Gadreel, they way he held himself, the bruises.
“Why are you here?”
“I- we're in the middle of a civil war, and..”
“Why are you here?”
“I came to see if..”
“WHY ARE YOU HERE IF NOT TO DO WHAT THEY DO!?”
“I wanted to see you freed.” he blurted out and Gadreel froze. “They say you should stay locked up..” he shook his head. “I don't believe that.”
“Even after what I did?”
“They are doing far worse, Gadreel.” He hesitantly moved a hand up to clasp one of the bars. “They are killing each other to become God. To take it all for themselves.”
“What do you want of me?”
“Help me. Help me make them see reason.”
“They will not listen to me.” Gadreel spat and turned away and started for his corner.
“I will stand with you! I will find others! We will make them!”
Gadreel thought for a moment. “What do I gain from this?”
“Freedom.”
“They will not let me live free.”
“Name it.” Samandriel now grasped the bars in both hands. “I will do what I can to make it happen. Please, brother.”
“Do you love me, brother?”
“I do.” Samandriel hadn't hesitated in his answer.
Another moment of silence. “Get the key from the guard.”
When Samandriel returned, Gadreel was once again facing his corner. The gate opened, and Samandriel was confused when Gadreel hadn't moved. “Gadreel?” he stepped in hesitantly, slowly moving closer. “Brother?” he reached out a hand to rest on Gadreel’s shoulder.
Gadreel moved lightning fast as he grabbed Samandriel’s wrist. In a swift motion, Samandriel was spun around and pushed face down onto the cold hard stone bench that lined the left wall.
“Brother!” he shrieked as his pants were ripped from him.
“Do you love me?” Gadreel was against Samandriel’s back, working on his own pants.
“I-I do. I do love you. I always did.”
Gadreel shut his eyes tight as he lined up and leaned his forehead against the back of Samandriels head as he pushed home. “I've missed you, brother.” he breathed out the words.
Samandriel turned his head as best he could. “What have they done to you?”
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