I groan as the source of my warmth leaves me. I had been nice and cozy, if completely unaware of my surroundings. Now I just feel like shit.
"Dragul meu, can you hear me?" a familiar voice asks. I can't quite place who it is, but I know that I at least half-way trust the voice.
"Mhm." I manage. Nodding would be too much work. My warmth returns to me, and I can feel his excitement. He pushes my hair out of my face, letting the sun hit my skin.
"Are you hungry?" the voice asks. I consider this for a few minutes. I'm not sure I really feel anything, so I don't answer. He kisses my forehead and sighs.
"Is she awake?" another voice demands. I try to force my eyes to open, but they just won't listen.
"Not quite, but she is responding somewhat." Lucifer. I think it's Lucifer sitting next to me, but why would he be attending my sickbed? The other man takes my hand, and his warmth nearly burns my cold skin.
"I cannot believe I did this to her." he whispers. I manage to open my eyes just a tiny slit. The bright light makes me flinch, but I keep at it. Lucifer claps him on the shoulder, in a move that was probably supposed to be comforting. I never have understood why guys think hitting each other is bonding.
"She chose to heal you, brother. You should feel loved." Lucifer says. Definitely Lucifer.
"Mhm." I add. They both look down at me and smile, but I can tell they think it's random. "Az..."
I cough and open my eyes completely. God, the light hurts. They both smile even wider, and Azrael leans in to hug me. "Azrael, love you." I croak. Not exactly coherent, but it's the best he's going to get at the moment. He smiles, but his eyes look pained.
"You mean Izual." he corrects. I consider this for a moment, then shake my head.
"Both." His eyes soften and he hugs me tightly. I flinch when his lips touch my throat, but he just kisses me and pulls away. "Love me?"
"Strangely, yes." Azrael says. I smile and try to lift my arms, but it's too hard. He frowns and kisses my lips gently. "You need to feed."
"You or me?" Lucifer asks. They exchange long looks and I yawn. I roll over, putting my head on Lucifer's thigh, and bite. He hisses softly but doesn't pull away. I feed hungrily as he pets my hair.
"Andariel, you need to stop." Lucifer says. I shake my head gently, careful not to rip his skin. He growls and tightens his grip on my hair, but stays gentle.
"Andariel, if you let him go, I will feed you." Azrael says. I stop sucking while I consider this. Azrael grabs me by the hair quickly and jerks me up. I hiss at him and he bares his throat. I bite him roughly and he yelps.
"Damn, calm down." Azrael hisses. I growl and straddle him, shoving him down onto the bed. He sighs and strokes my hair. Lucifer laughs and kisses the back of my neck. I grind my hips against Azrael's and he moans. I lift my mouth from his throat and kiss him hungrily.
"I know you don't like teases." I whisper.
"Then what are you doing?" Azrael growls. I smile wickedly and stroke my nipples.
"Who said I was teasing?" I ask. He growls louder and I snap my fingers, pinning him to the bed with my magic. I cup my breasts and pinch my nipples, smiling as his eyes follow my movements. "You look horny, baby."
"I am going to torture you for this!" he yells. Lucifer smirks and kisses my cheek. I jump, because I had forgotten he was here.
"I have to go run my kingdom, as amusing as this show promises to be." I nod and he walks out the door. I look back at my captive and smile. He squirms, but I know he can't escape. I smile wider as I get up on my knees, giving him a complete view of my wetness.
"Do you want me?" I ask.
"You fucking bitch!" he shrieks. I shake my head sadly.
"You know, profanity will get you nowhere." I spread my lips and slide a finger into my tight, wet pussy. I moan as I toy with my clit and he watches, his attention riveted on me. I pull my finger out and place it just out of the reach of his tongue. "Do you want to taste?"
He nods, still looking furious. I let him suck my finger clean and go back to playing with myself, enjoying it far more with my bound audience. I orgasm and my control slips. He jumps up and shoves me down, spreading my legs as far as they will go. I squeak as he shreds his pants and thrusts into me.
"I thought you were going to torture me." I laugh. He growls and pounds me, moaning as my sensitive flesh spasms around his hard cock.
"Later." he snarls. He kisses me roughly and I mark his back with my nails.
"Azrael!" I moan. He fucks me until I can't think, then orgasms inside me. With a soft sigh he collapses on top of me, moving down carefully so I can still breathe. I smile cheerfully and stroke his soft, blonde hair.
"Crazy little slut." he murmurs. I shrug and turn over, since it hurts to lay on my back. Being able to fly is awesome, but it does have some repercussions.
"Azrael, why are we in Lucifer's rooms?" I ask after a few minutes of observation. He kisses my tummy and sighs.
"Izual kicked me out for hurting you. When Lucifer heard, he came and brought you back here. Izual is furious, but there is truly not much he can do against his king."
"So the three of us have been sleeping in here for what, a week?"
"Two days. You healed remarkably fast." I nod and snuggle against him, already tired. I usually sleep for at least a week after something like this, but with Michael's power fused with mine, two days is not the unbelievable. I make a mental note to tell Lucifer that Michael is dead and go back to sleep.
I open my eyes as Lucifer crawls into bed. He wraps an arm around me and buries his face in my throat, breathing my scent deeply. I pet his hair gently and he jumps.
"I did not mean to wake you." he whispers. I shrug.
"What's wrong?" I ask. He looks like shit. Tired shit. Lucifer shakes his head and holds me tighter.
"God's emissary was here today. They want the angel that killed Michael, or they will declare all out war on us once more." I consider this for a moment, but I can't figure out the problem.
"So?" I ask. He shakes his head.
"We cannot win. We will simply fight until our race is ended." My blood runs cold, but I hide it well.
"So, would you turn them in, if you knew who it was?" He nods.
"I hate to betray any of us, but I have to put the survival of our race first." He holds me closer with a soft sigh. "At least I have you to comfort me."
"Yeah." I agree absently. So much for a safe harbor. Lucifer falls asleep quickly, and as he relaxes his grip loosens. I slip out of bed and pull on a t-shirt and jeans. I steal Azrael's coat, because it smells like him, and stand on the window sill. I take one last look back at the two of them lying on the bed. They both look so completely delectable. I hope that one of my sisters is right for them, even as the thought of Azrael with another makes me want to cry. I shake my head and leap out of the window, rising into the air. The fight to stay in Europe was one of the only battles the dark side won completely. God's angels are in America.
I fly for a few hours, knowing I need to put distance between me and anyone under Lucifer's commands. He won't automatically assume I really did it; he'll think that I'm being an idiot and sacrificing myself. I walk into the first restaurant I see and order three very rare steaks. Luckily there is money in the jacket, or else I would have to run out. I scarf down my food and scope the alleys, looking for a quick bite. I hear a markedly feminine scream and move closer. A woman is crying as a man comes closer, holding a knife and crooning some of the sickest shit I've ever heard. Father would have approved. I swoop down from the roof and bite, feeding quickly. He drops to the ground, but not before I make the wounds close. I offer my hand to the girl, but she screams and runs off. Oh well. I rise into the sky again and set off across the ocean, wondering if I should have checked the weather forecast before I left. Is it hurricane season? I shrug off my worries and concentrate on flying. How bad can my luck be?
Three hours later I begin to wonder if I should have just went on a boat. My water-logged feathers struggle to keep me aloft as I dodge lightening strikes. I drift lower and lower, dangerously close to the tumultuous waves. I'm beginning to think I should have learned how to swim at some point in my life. If not for my infallible sense of direction, I wouldn't even know I was flying the right way.
"God, someone help me!" I shriek. Three angels swoop down out of nowhere and pull me up, supporting most of my weight. They fly us out of the storm and set me down on the beach of a small tropical island. Despite the saving, I have a feeling I'm not exactly welcome here. Maybe it's the fact that none of them have spoken, or the part where they all have swords drawn and at the ready. Damn, can't we just all be friends? Another angel walks forward and my jaw drops. He literally glows with an inner light. He could be hideous and he would still look beautiful like this.
"Why are you here, child?" he asks. Damn, even his voice is sexy. I close my mouth and concentrate on remembering how to speak.
"You guys wanted the person who killed Michael, right?" I ask. He nods, once. "Well, here I am."
"Is this Lucifer's idea of a joke?" he asks quietly. "We asked for the killer, not some slut."
Geez, everybody's a misogynist these days. I roll my eyes and shove him back with a single thought. He looks startled, but quickly recovers.
"A child's trick, that would be possible with only a drop of archangel blood." he sneers. I roll my eyes some more.
"Fuck, what do I have to do to prove it to you? Tap dance on his ashes?" He gives me an odd look.
"You burned his corporeal body?" I nod.
"It's only fitting for a creature of light and air to return to the sky."
"You realize that released his spirit to be born again?" Oops. No. I didn't realize that. I look away and he laughs. The sound is intoxicating. I want to laugh with him. I want to hug him and make him laugh again. I shake my head and he smiles. "You are bewitched by me, child."
"Child? What happened to slut?" I sneer. He moves closer and the other angels step aside to let him pass. I tremble as he presses his lips to the scar on my throat.
"If you truly killed him, then why?" he asks. I shake my head and he turns away. "Then I have no reason to believe you. Take her away."
The angels move in to grab me and I snarl.
