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  Lucifer picked up one of the dishes and held it out to Michael. “Hungry?”

  Michael nodded and took a piece of pineapple. He had barely eaten a thing before going to the pool and their activities there had worked up quite an appetite. The sweet juice of the fruit was without a doubt the best he had ever tasted. When Lucifer picked out a second piece and brought the fruit to Michael’s lips, he took the segment from his fingers with his teeth. He held Lucifer’s gaze as he ate the second portion. He licked the juice from his lips and Lucifer’s blue eyes darkened with lust.

  Lucifer walked Michael backward to the nearest pillows and they sank to the floor next to the main table.

  Michael chose a purple grape and pressed it against Lucifer’s lips. The angel opened his mouth and let Michael place the fruit on his tongue. He closed his lips on Michael’s fingers and sucked them lightly. Michael’s cock hardened again, and he had a feeling he could become quite addicted to Lucifer’s mouth on various parts of his body.

  They fed each other grapes, slices of apple, segments of nectarines, and more, and each time they offered a piece of food to the other, the exchange was accompanied by licks and sucks to the fingers of the hand holding the fruit. They moved closer to each other, until Michael practically perched on Lucifer’s lap. They couldn’t get close enough. Pushing their robes aside they sat flesh to flesh.

  Lucifer pulled Michael against him, setting him so Michael straddled Lucifer’s thick thighs. Their cocks brushed together, each of them as aroused as the other.

  Michael reached behind him to the table, blindly searching for the half orange they had not yet eaten. He found the fruit after a few moments and brought it between them. With a wicked grin at Lucifer, he squeezed the orange and let the juice run down Lucifer’s chest. He watched the liquid dribble over his stomach before reaching his erection. Without a word Michael licked at Lucifer’s chest, following the route the juice had taken. He eased back just enough to continue his mission to lap up every last drop. He arrived at Lucifer’s cock, making sure he covered every inch of his length, as well as his balls, until not a trace of orange juice remained.

  Lucifer’s cock stood erect and a drop of pre-cum gathered at the tip. Michael licked it up, then teased Lucifer’s slit with his tongue. Lucifer cried out above him as he spilled his seed over his stomach. Michael didn’t hesitate setting to work lapping up the cum, reveling in the taste.

  After he had finished, Michael sat back and saw Lucifer gazing at him with something akin to wonder on his face.

  “What?” he asked.

  Lucifer smiled. “Your turn now.”

  Michael shifted so Lucifer could get another half of orange from the table. Lucifer, fruit in hand, eased Michael onto his back and held the orange directly over his groin.

  “Going straight for that, are you?” Michael teased.

  Lucifer squeezed the orange. The juice hit Michael’s sensitive cock and he bucked his hips.

  “Shout if you want to,” Lucifer said. “I want to hear how much I please you.”

  “Oh you do,” Michael replied, his breath already coming in short gasps.

  Lucifer eased a cushion under Michael’s buttocks, raising his groin enough for Lucifer to bend over him easily. He stroked Michael’s length with his tongue and Michael crooned and moaned with every swipe of the damp muscle along his member.

  “Suck me,” Michael begged. “Please suck me. Take me in your mouth, Lucifer, please.”

  Unfortunately Lucifer didn’t appear to have any intention of doing as Michael asked. He licked and teased for what seemed like forever, yet he didn’t take him into his mouth, not even when Michael began to come. Lucifer lapped up Michael’s cum as eagerly as he did the orange juice, but he didn’t seem to want to take things any further.

  Thankfully for Michael, he didn’t need Lucifer to suck him to push him over the brink. He was too close already. Just the sensation of Lucifer tonguing him intimately was enough, and he came with a shout of joy, his semen splashing his stomach and Lucifer’s chin and lips.

  Seeing the evidence of his pleasure on Lucifer’s face, Michael almost came a second time. He pulled Lucifer’s head toward him, bringing their mouths together in a fierce kiss. He poured everything he felt for Lucifer into the kiss, feeding on the returned passion.

  Lucifer pressed down on top of him and Michael spread his legs instinctively. Even though he had taken Lucifer inside him not too long ago, he yearned to do so again. Something in him needed Lucifer close for as long as he could keep him.

  In the back of his mind, where he barely acknowledged the thought, Michael couldn’t help wondering how long he would able to keep Lucifer in his arms. There seemed to be something almost ethereal about him, even more so than the rest of the archangels.

  Lucifer nudged Michael’s hole with his stiff cock, and Michael moaned in anticipation.

  “Take me, Lucifer,” he begged.

  Lucifer grabbed a vial of oil from the table and dribbled it onto his cock and round Michael’s hole. It helped to ease his way inside Michael’s already stretched arse, and this time Michael knew Lucifer wouldn’t need to use his powers to take away the pain.

  Michael relaxed his muscles as Lucifer pushed inside him, and he relished the feeling of being filled by Lucifer once more. He brushed away the unsettling thoughts of how fleeting this relationship might be and concentrated on the here and now. He met Lucifer’s thrusts with eagerness, shouting out encouragement and almost screaming his pleasure.

  It could have been minutes, or possibly hours—time in the realm of angels could be difficult to monitor—yet for Michael it seemed as if Lucifer had been inside him forever. They lay in a sticky, sweaty mess, in the mass of pillows and cushions. Michael rested his head on Lucifer’s chest, the scent of orange juice still lingering on his skin. They would have to clean up soon but not yet. They had all the time in the world. The life of an archangel could last an eternity and Michael hoped Lucifer would be in his for many years to come.

  Chapter Two

  Any lingering doubts Michael harbored about whether he and Lucifer were in a relationship swiftly vanished when, following Michael’s visit to Lucifer’s home, Lucifer flew to his beach the very next day, and the ones following.

  “Where are we going?” Michael asked.

  He had been following Lucifer as they flew over the mountains for nearly an hour. His lover insisted on remaining tight-lipped, telling him it was a surprise.

  They were many miles from Michael’s home when Lucifer finally pointed at the ground.

  Michael followed Lucifer down to the edge of a large lake, landing lightly on his feet.

  “What do you think?” Lucifer asked as he waved his hand to encompass the world around him.

  “It’s beautiful,” Michael replied. “So quiet and peaceful. It’s almost as if no one else has ever been here.”

  “They haven’t,” Lucifer said. “This is newly created.”

  Michael frowned. Only He could create places in this realm and it had been many years since He had last done so. Angels could create and alter things within their personal homes, but nothing like this.

  “Do you truly like it?” Lucifer asked.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Good, because it’s yours.”

  “What?”

  “I’ve built this place for you to come to when you wish to be alone.”

  Michael stepped back from Lucifer, shaking his head. “How did you do this?”

  “The same way you could, if you were taught how.”

  “Only He is allowed to create.”

  “If He didn’t wish us to do this, why give us the power to do so?”

  “Just because you have the power, it doesn’t mean you should use it.”

  “We,” Lucifer amended. “You have the ability, just as I do.”

  “I would never presume to wield such power, and you shouldn’t either.”

  Lucifer smiled. “You need more imagination, Michael.
The possibilities are endless.”

  “Does He know you’ve made this?” Michael asked.

  “I don’t know. Does it matter?”

  Michael guessed not. What mattered was that Lucifer had done something no angel was supposed to have been capable of. “I think we should go back. We can eat with the others. I’d like to introduce you to my friends.”

  “I’ve already met them,” Lucifer pointed out. “And I’d rather eat alone with you.”

  Michael didn’t have an opportunity to argue. Lucifer waved his hand and a table with two cushioned chairs appeared beside them. All Michael’s favorite foods were spread out before him and his mouth watered at the sight.

  “Won’t you join me?” Lucifer said as he pulled out one of the chairs for Michael to sit on.

  Michael smiled and took his seat. There would be other opportunities for Lucifer to get to know his friends.

  They ate their meal in pleasant solitude. Michael nudged Lucifer’s leg beneath the table and Lucifer responded by rubbing Michael’s shin with the sole of his foot. The temptation to tease Lucifer’s groin was almost irresistible but Michael held back. They had done little talking the last few days, and now seemed to be the perfect time to remedy that.

  “Can I ask you a question?” Michael said.

  “Of course. What is it?”

  “Why have you taken no lovers before me?”

  Lucifer took a drink of his grape juice before answering. “Why do you want to know?”

  “Just curiosity, I guess. You’re the most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen. I know others think so too. It makes me wonder how you could remain untouched.”

  “I don’t care whether other angels like my form,” Lucifer said. “All angels are beautiful.”

  “Then how is it you were still a virgin before me?”

  Lucifer continued to sip on his juice for so long Michael became uncomfortable. Had he overstepped the mark with his question?

  “Most angels avoid me,” Lucifer finally said. “They avoid all the favored ones, but me most of all. You didn’t.”

  “Surely I’m not the first to…er…”

  “Spy on me?” Lucifer suggested. “Yes, you are.”

  Michael flushed. “I was going to say that I can’t be the first angel to get your attention.”

  “You’re that too,” Lucifer replied. “Others may watch me from afar, but they hold no interest for me. You, however, were so bold in the way you observed me from the edge of the pool. I felt perhaps you might be my equal.”

  “Even after I stammered and ran?”

  “Even then. In fact, your obvious adoration of me is what made me decide to pursue you. I knew, if you were that enamored of me, you would be the perfect angel to teach me of the pleasures to be found between two men.”

  “There are many who could guide you in such things.”

  “Maybe there are, but I find myself content to learn from you. I can envisage no finer tutor in such matters.”

  Michael ducked his head as his face heated at the compliment.

  “Do not hide from me,” Lucifer said. “I would rather gaze into those beautiful blue eyes than view the top of your head.”

  Michael met Lucifer’s eyes and returned his smile with one of his own.

  They continued to talk, long after the sun had gone down, and the stars twinkled in the clear sky above them.

  Lucifer vanished the table and chairs with a wave of his palm. He took Michael’s hand and linked their arms together as they walked around the edge of the lake.

  Michael looked out over the water. In the moonlight, the lake appeared even more beautiful than it had in the sunshine. Lucifer’s craftsmanship was unsurpassed. Michael couldn’t deny the skill it had taken to create the lake and surrounding area, even though Lucifer should not have done this.

  “You really shouldn’t have made this place,” Michael said.

  “I built it for you. Would you have preferred something else? Whatever you desire, all you have to do is say.”

  Michael embraced Lucifer and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I have everything I could ever wish for, right here in my arms.”

  “Then you do not like my gift?” Lucifer stuck out his lower lip in a pout.

  “It’s beautiful and perfect, but it’s too much. Please, Lucifer, return this place to what it once was.”

  He didn’t look happy about it, but Lucifer did as Michael asked. The lake dried and filled, replaced with stone and rock. The idyllic haven returned to the desolate wasteland it had once been. One day, it would be transformed once more, but this time by Him.

  Michael kissed Lucifer again. “Thank you.”

  They flew, hand in hand, back to Lucifer’s home in the mountains. Michael glanced behind them only once, remembering the lake and the pleasant evening they had spent there. He pushed aside the worry Lucifer had tampered with things no angel should ever meddle with.

  * * * *

  For the next weeks Michael spent all his spare time with Lucifer. He knew he neglected his other friends, but the pleasure he found in his new love was all he could think about.

  Gabriel brought up the subject of Lucifer first. “Lucifer’s preference for your company has been noted,” he commented over dinner one evening.

  Lucifer had duties to attend to, and Michael already missed his presence at his side. Still, he was happy to have the opportunity to spend time with Gabriel and Raphael.

  “Has it?” Michael replied with a shrug.

  “The son of the morning has never shown such attention to another angel before,” Gabriel said. “Some even say he’s entirely untouched.”

  Michael ducked his head. He now knew Lucifer had indeed been a virgin before Michael. In one way, he still was, for Lucifer had been surprisingly reluctant to let Michael take him anally. That didn’t mean Michael had any intention of spilling Lucifer’s secret to the other archangels. Michael didn't think it any of their concern if Lucifer had had no former lovers or a hundred angels in his bed at once. All that mattered was that he now shared Michael’s bed and he wanted it to stay that way.

  “Is he as well formed beneath his robes as they say?” Raphael asked with a grin.

  Michael laughed and his face warmed. “I’m not telling you anything, so you’d better turn your attention back to your food.”

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” Raphael said.

  “He’s an angel, just like the rest of us,” Gabriel pointed out. “Of course he’s handsome in body. We all are. What I want to know is how he feels about Michael.”

  Gabriel and Raphael focused their stern gazes on Michael, who shifted uncomfortably. Truthfully, he wasn’t entirely sure how Lucifer felt about him. They couldn’t get enough of each other sexually, yet they hadn’t spoken about their feelings. Lucifer wasn’t the most talkative of angels at the best of times, and he tended to stick to neutral topics rather than more personal ones.

  “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Gabriel asked kindly.

  “I don’t know,” Michael admitted. “But I can’t give him up. I need him so badly.”

  “Is that your head talking or your cock?” Raphael asked.

  “Both,” Michael replied with honesty. He had no intention of letting his sexual urges control his life, but he had enough awareness of his own desires to know there was something almost addictive about the pull Lucifer’s body had for him. Yet, it wasn’t just Lucifer’s body he craved. He enjoyed spending time with him and he wanted to know everything about him.

  “Why don’t you invite him to dine with us?” Raphael asked. “We’d all enjoy getting to know him better.”

  Michael avoided Raphael’s eyes, unwilling to admit that most times he and Lucifer ate together they ended up having extremely messy sex as well. Somehow he doubted that was what Raphael had in mind when he made his suggestion.

  “Don’t neglect your other friends,” Gabriel warned. “Or your duties.”

  Michael bristled. He had only been la
te to his shift for watching over the Garden once, and it hadn’t been intentional. He hadn’t thought those few minutes had been noticed, though it seemed they had.

  After Gabriel’s quiet reprimand the conversation turned to more pleasant topics, and by the time they had finished their meal Michael was pleased he had taken the time to catch up with his oldest friends.

  * * * *

  A few days after his meal with the others, Michael decided to raise the subject of Lucifer spending time with his friends again. The feast day meal, a monthly celebration when all angels gathered in the great chamber for music and merriment, seemed to him to be the ideal opportunity.

  “The feast day is nearly upon us,” he casually commented.

  “Is it?” Lucifer’s tone was one of complete disinterest. “I don’t bother taking note of such events.”

  “Why don’t you come with me this month? I know Gabriel and Raphael would like to get to know you better.”

  “Why?”

  Michael stared at Lucifer for a moment. “They know we’ve been spending time together and I thought it might be nice if we all attended the feast as a group.”

  “You’ve been talking about me with your friends?”

  Michael balked at Lucifer’s glare. “I’ve not been telling them intimate details about our sex life, if that’s what you mean. But even the most unobservant of angels has noticed we’ve been in each other’s company. Won’t you come to the feast with me?”

  Lucifer’s anger disappeared as swiftly as it had arrived. “I’d rather stay here, with you. We can celebrate the day in private.”

  Michael shook his head. “I’m assigned to assist with the decorations. You could help me.”