lux_tuli

Title: "From Two Different Worlds"

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Pairing(s): Michael x Lucifer

Characters: Lucifer, Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Chuck Shurley, Meg Masters

Word Count: 5,084

Summary: [AU] The Darkness is unleashed from its prison and a truce is proposed between Heaven and Hell in order to defeat Amara. The only problem is that the truce entails that Lucifer must wed his older brother Michael to solidify the alliance, which would be fine and dandy if he wasn’t asexual.

Written for: Asexual Supernatural Mini Bang

Originally posted: May 17, 2017

Artwork by: emmatheslayer

Hell was Lucifer’s reluctant home and domain after he had gotten the boot out of the Host for rebelling against God. At least he did not have to answer to anyone as king, all the demons fell under his command. Meg, one of his most loyal subjects, was his right hand woman and he knew that she had news for him as he had felt the grace of another angel enter his kingdom, a seraph. It had to be important because none of them willingly entered Hell.

Lucifer had an inkling of what it might be about. Azrael, otherwise known as the Horseman of Death, had been slain and the Mark that had kept the Darkness imprisoned was no more. He had at one time bore the Mark and the connection had remained long after he had passed it onto Cain. He knew the threat that Amara posed to all of creation - after all, he had fought alongside his brothers to seal her away.

“My lord,” Meg kneeled before him and Lucifer rose up from his throne, his white robe billowing out behind him.

“So, what does Heaven want? Janitors to clean up after their mess?” He chuckled then waved a hand to motion for her to stand up.

“A meeting on neutral ground, something along the lines of a truce.”

“My, they must be desperate. And where is this supposed neutral ground?”

“Earth.”

“Of course.” Lucifer snorted as he rolled his eyes. He look a deep sigh as he considered all of his options, “Fine…”

---

Stull Cemetery was located in Lawrence, Kansas and Lucifer was unsure of its significance. He had brought Meg with him as he was cautious enough to trust his siblings to not shove their swords into his back. As he walked towards the “ambassadors” from Heaven, he paused as the two waiting for him were not just any angel but his brothers Michael and Raphael. Michael looked just as regal as ever, as he should as the viceroy of the Host. He would have been delighted to see his older brother if not for the fact that the last time he had seen him, Michael had kicked him out of his home and refused to listen to his desperate pleas.

His attention did not linger on them for too long as another joined them at about the same time, cloaked in the magic of pagans.

“Gabriel,” Lucifer greeted as he scrunched his nose, he was not terribly fond of the pagans and was curious why his little brother was pretending to be one.

“Hey Luci,” His younger brother grinned at him as he greeted him, the only friendly face amongst the group.

“So, what is the meaning of this? Can’t handle dear Aunt Amara on your own?” Lucifer laughed. How desperate must they be to call upon the might of Hell.

“She’s your problem as well. I doubt that she would be friendly towards you considering you got close to her then betrayed her.” Raphael commented dryly. Out of all the archangels, Amara had taken a liking to Lucifer and he had used that against her.

“And what, you want to get the band back together? One thing though, Dad ain’t around. How do you propose imprisoning her this time?” Gabriel chimed in, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“We can figure that out later but first we need to be sure that Hell will be cooperative.” For being Heaven’s leader, Michael was not talking much, leaving it all to Raphael.

“The demons follow my command but I suppose it’s not their help that you are after so much? What, you can’t just take my word? I will even pinky swear…” Lucifer mocked him.

“That’s not enough...the others will need to be convinced as well. This alliance needs to be cemented with a marriage.”

“We didn’t discuss-” Michael protested, eyes wide, sounding as if this was the first that he had heard of it too.

“Between who?” Lucifer cut in, raising an eyebrow as he pushed down the shock. Though he already knew the answer, at least who would be the party from Hell. No angel would ever want to marry a demon so there was only one other choice...him. Even fallen as he was.

“You and Michael.” Raphael answered smoothly. Beside him, Meg started howling in laughter and Lucifer jabbed her in the side with his elbow to quiet her.

“You have to be kidding. I would rather kiss the ass of one of Dad’s beloved mud monkeys.” Lucifer sneered as Michael pouted, seemingly offended by the comment.

---

“I can’t believe that I agreed to this.” Lucifer shook his head, commenting to himself after Raphael and Michael had left the cemetery to return to the Host upon reaching an agreement between the parties.

“I’m sure that you will make a fetching bride.” Meg snickered.

“Why are you my right hand woman again? I should demote you.” He threatened half heartedly. Despite the threat, Lucifer knew that he would not follow through because Meg was unwaveringly loyal and that was a rare trait to find, especially among demons.

“Ha, I like this one…!” Gabriel, having lingered after their brothers had left, laughed out.

“Well, the next time the subject of arranging a marriage comes up, I will be sure to select the two of you and you can be stuck together for the rest of eternity.” Lucifer drawled out sarcastically.

“Oh, come now, don’t be such a sourpuss.”

“I was willing to entertain the notion of an alliance but subjecting myself to this? I will be made into a laughing stock.”

“Bro, since when have you cared about your image?”

“My name inspires fear and respect but this? I’m going to be called Michael’s little bitch.”

“Luci, none of us are going to think that.” Gabriel tried to reassure him but he rolled his eyes.

“Well, I mean, someone has to be on top…” Meg provided unhelpfully. Lucifer grimaced at the thought. It was not that angels were incapable of sexual desire, if the existence of nephilim were any indication, but personally he had always been repulsed by the notion. He was unsure of Michael’s stance on the matter but Lucifer hoped it could be a sexless marriage without a need to follow through on the consummation.

“Oh Dad, you know that Luci could smite you for making such a comment!” Gabriel howled in amusement.

“I’m so grateful to have the two of you on my side,” Lucifer sneered.

“You’ll be fine. I’m sure Mikey will be an absolute gentleman.” Despite Gabriel’s attempt, he did not find any comfort in his words.

---

Meg, the sadistic wench, actually wanted to put him in a wedding dress but Lucifer had found a fancy ceremonial robe that was not so overtly feminine. He liked the color white, hence the normal robes that he wore, so he had no complaints about wearing it for the wedding.

All of Heaven and Hell were in attendance at the wedding held in a large empty clearing in the woods. He could see the looks of contempt and disdain being directed at him from his siblings. All them being taught as fledglings about the wicked Serpent and how wrong thinking for yourself was. He scoffed as he saw that Michael was decked out in his finest armor.

Lucifer was quickly starting to wonder if being treated like a traditional bride was for everyone’s amusement as his hands clenched around the flower bouquet he was holding. It would not do for him to lose control of himself and his icy cold grace have an outburst. His wrists were covered in silver bangles with a few of his feathers attached as decoration, just like how Michael had some of his own feathers attached to the shoulders of his armor.

Raphael stood at the front with Michael to perform the ceremony. Lucifer did not scan through the group of attendees as he stepped forward, Meg dutifully trailing behind him, as it would probably weaken his resolve to go through with this wedding.

He did not pay attention to whatever dumb speech that Raphael had crafted for the occasion, it was all bullshit anyways. What caught his attention, however, was when Raphael paused and everyone looked towards the rear of the gathering.

“Well, isn’t this nice, my two eldest sons getting hitched!” A joyful voice boasted. Lucifer could feel rage starting to consume him. All this time He had been absent, leaving shortly after Lucifer had fell, and He casually strolled in like nothing happened and ignoring the issue that was Amara at a moment like this. As Lucifer turned to face his Father, he tossed the bouquet onto the grass angrily and hissed.

“Go screw yourself! Acting so proud when you haven’t done jack shit! And are you just going to ignore that dear old Auntie Amara is loose? What about your creations that you loved so much?” He spat out venomously. As he looked to his soon to be husband, Lucifer noticed that Michael’s lips were set in a thin line.

“Son, be reasonable-”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses,” Lucifer replied before directing his attention to Raphael, “I won’t go through this farce of a wedding, not so long as Dad is around.”

Raphael sighed and looked towards Michael for assistance. His older brother let out an agitated sigh and left Lucifer’s side in order to greet their Father. He spoke in hushed tones so the others would not overhear but after a few choice words, Michael seemed to have managed to convince Him. When he rejoined the center of the action, he placed a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder, which was probably his attempt at providing comfort.

---

Lucifer was relieved once the ceremony was over and they were able to retire away from all the guests. Michael had chosen a beach house with a nice view of the ocean. He had removed his robe so that he was only wearing a short dress, which he had chosen to wear underneath his robe even though he had resisted the idea of a wedding dress firmly. Michael had asked for assistance with his armor, commenting on how Raphael had helped put it on.

Afterwards, he laid about on the bed, unsure of what to expect and dread building. But Michael merely leaned over him and placed a chaste kiss to his forehead then said, “despite how much I would like to have you, I’m not going to force you into something you’re not comfortable with.”

The following morning, while Michael was busy talking over potential strategies with Raphael who had stopped over, Lucifer had flew down to Hell to check on the state of things, summoning all the demons on hand into his throne room. He noticed a lot more chatter than usual among the crowd, surely word of his marriage had spread by now and probably gossiping amongst themselves about the subject. It was all well and good as long as they kept any snide comments to themselves.

Lucifer leaned back into his throne and propped up his head with his arm before addressing the crowd, “I’m sure many of you have questions. To put an end to speculation, it is indeed true that we have forged a truce with Heaven because of the common threat that is the Darkness...as well as my marriage to Michael.”

Meg took liberties when they were alone or with small company but in front of a horde of her peers, she kept her face neutral, even if she was probably laughing deep down. Lucifer could practically hear her roaring laughter echoing inside his head. The chatter became louder until one voice spoke over the group at him, “I guess Michael didn’t take you hard enough if you can still manage to sit.”

Another quickly added in reply, “You’re assuming that Michael was the dominant one. For all we know, it can be the viceroy of Heaven that is limping.”

There it was. He knew that he was going to get that sort of comment of who dominated who. With a sigh, he snapped his fingers and the demon that had first spoken up exploded, his blood drenching everyone standing nearby.

“Would anyone else care to meet their demise? I would be happy to oblige.” Lucifer stated coolly. He trusted that the demons were smart enough to understand the underlying threat. They were wise enough to shut their mouths and not say anything else to him.

After informing them that he would keep them posted of the plan to strike of Amara, though he doubted that Raphael truly planned on utilizing the demons if possible, he dismissed his subjects, some of them seemingly eager to get away as they ran out, probably to avoid incurring more of Lucifer’s wrath. When it was just the two of them left, Meg asked seriously, “So, how was it? Was he a gentleman?”

“Very much so.” He answered vaguely, not wanting to share the details, after all it was not anyone else’s business what went on between Michael and him in the bedroom, “I trust you to keep on top of things down here as I imagine that I will be occupied a lot with the preparations for taking down Amara.”

“Of course. Shall I have anything retrieved from your crypts?” Lucifer had suspicions that he was going to be expelled from Heaven long before he was so he had made off with as many weapons and artefacts the could then hid them inside various crypts scattered across earth. He had only divulged their locations to his most trusted. He idly thought of Michael’s lance, wondering if he should bother returning it to his so called husband but Lucifer had stolen it for good reason, so that Michael could not ever use it against him.

“Hmm...not at this time, I will let you know if that changes,” Lucifer answered as he pushed his body up from the throne, “I best return and see what my brothers are up to.”

The beach house was completely empty when he returned, perhaps they had relocated to the Host to carry out their discussion. Lucifer took a deep sigh and spread out his wings once more. It was the first time that he had stepped back into his home since he was cast out. The white, clinical walls were the same as he last remembered.

The hallways were noticeably bare of anyone on guard until he turned around a corner and stood face to face with one of his younger siblings.

“Adversary.” The angel known as Jofiel spat out the title. He should have figured that he would not be welcomed with open arms, truce or not.

“Your name, not mine.” Lucifer sneered. He had been granted several titles and names that belonged to him but he had never claimed that one.

“I care not if you are Lord Michael’s spouse, you do not belong here.” Before Lucifer could deliver a scathing response, he was interrupted by a third angel stepping into the conversation.

“You would do well to mind yourself when you speak to my consort. Disrespecting Lucifer is also an insult to me.” Michael said authoritatively. Most would probably cower with their tail between their legs but Jofiel did not. Though Lucifer would have to have a talk with Michael about this “consort” nonsense he mentioned.

“Am I supposed to accept this? Have you forgotten that he defied our Father’s will? Are we supposed to act like that never happened?”

“Don’t let your personal feelings cloud your judgement, you’re being irrational.” Michael admonished.

Lucifer could tell that Jofiel wanted to talk back but it would hurt his reputation if he openly defied his commander so the seraph ended up stalking off angrily.

“You are never going to sway their minds. Dad’s propaganda has done irreversible damage to my reputation so there’s no sense coming to my aid like a damsel in distress.”

“Still, his actions were uncalled for. You have not done anything untoward since stepping back here.”

“How are you so sure of that? I could have made off with more of the weapons from the armory while you weren’t looking.” He said in jest.

“I trust you.”

“Well, that’s a rather loaded statement. Are you sure that you won’t regret saying that later?”

“I seem to recall you saying that you don’t lie. If I ever had suspicions, I could simply ask you but I feel that if you did have such inclinations, you would boast about it.”

“I don’t know whether that was a compliment or should I feel offended by the implication that I would gloat.”

“You have always been a prideful one, my Morningstar.” Lucifer felt his cheeks turn hot at the endearment, Michael had not spoken of him like that for a long time.

“Oh shut it, you don’t want the seraphs to overhear and give them the impression that you actually care about me.”

“You doubt my sincerity?” Michael frowned.

“How could I not? I pleaded with you but you ignored me in favor of carrying out God’s command. How can you claim to love me yet you cast me out of my home? You did it without hesitation or resistance!”

“You assume that I did so out of hate.”

“Are you claiming then that you did so out of love? You have strange notions of what constitutes love, brother.” He snapped.

---

After Lucifer had stormed away from Michael to escape the unpleasant conversation, he had found himself in one of the lesser gardens, though he did not find it any less remarkable than the famed Eden. He used to spend a great deal of time in these gardens when he was still a part of the Host. It was of little surprise to see Joshua attending to the plants. However, he was not just a gardener but God’s most trusted confidant.

“Lucifer, if this isn’t a sight, it is nice to see you.” Joshua greeted him pleasantly with a sincere smile, “You have been the talk amongst all the seraphs lately.” He had always respected Joshua and it was reassuring to see there was no hate in his eyes as he looked at him, unlike Jofiel.

“Oh, I bet, probably slandering me.”

“You should not be discouraged by their words. They fail to grasp that things are hardly ever one shade or the other.”

“They could learn a lot from you. A pity that you’re not an instructor.” Lucifer did not give out compliments often but when he did, he meant it.

“You flatter me, Morningstar, I’m just a simple gardener.” Just a gardener, his virgin ass. Joshua soon left him alone to do as he pleased.

---

“You should visit again sometime.” Joshua suggested as Lucifer departed from the garden. He had calmed down enough that he did not have the urge to punch his so called husband in the face.

He was walking towards where Michael’s office should be, if it had not changed since he fell, when the thought had crossed his mind if anything had been done with his old office, which had been situated right beside his brother’s. As he approached the door, Lucifer noticed an odd sigil, one that barred anyone but archangels from entering and he was certain that he had not left that sigil there. Curious if it was still the same as he left it, he pushed through the door, letting out a gasp of awe as it was completely devoid of any dust. Someone had to have kept it clean in his absence and with the sigil, there was only three candidates. Two, if he dismissed Raphael because his younger brother had never cared about him that much. And then one, when he recalled that Gabriel had willingly left the Host.

As he started perusing through the contents of his old office, his hearing picked up a conversation going on next door.

“...you do not have to punish yourself and act chaste just out of respect to Lucifer.” Raphael commented. Lucifer did not even want to think how he had known that they had not consummated the marriage.

“You would have me take a mistress to satisfy my needs? While most of you consider this marriage to be a sham, I take my vows rather seriously.” Michael replied incredulously.

“Seriously enough to give yourself an eternity of blue balls?” Raphael said snarkily, “You cannot lie to me and say that you’ll be alright, I’m aware of your voracious appetite. You think that I wouldn’t notice the orgies?” What in Dad’s name…! Since when had his brother become such a sexual deviant? It was hardly a surprise that his brother possessed such desires but not to such an extreme.

Lucifer was quickly becoming self conscious and could not bear to listen to the conversation any further and retreated out of his office. He stalked towards the exit and returned to Hell, thoughts circling in his mind that he was unworthy.

He was in a foul mood and took his anger out on the closest demons, he never needed a real reason to torture them. Meg raised an eyebrow at him, “Trouble in paradise?”

“I should have followed my instinct and should have never gone through this farce of a marriage when I…”

“...don’t put out?” Meg finished seriously, not a bit of humor in her voice.

“How do you…?” Lucifer turned to his right hand in shock.

“My lord, I’m a demon, not blind. I have seen people throw themselves at you and you never displayed any interest, besides reminding them of their place. I bet that the humans would be shocked if they knew that the Devil they scorned for temptation and sin is as pure as the Virgin Mary.” She teased lightly.

“Who else knows?” He covered his face with his hand in embarrassment.

“Most are too frightened by you to pay close attention to these type of things,” She reassured him.

---

He had laid himself on the bed as an offering to Saint Michael. His views towards sex had not changed in the slightest but he would submit for the sake of his husband. He prayed to his brother, the most direct and private way to contact him, as he nervously tugged at the pink lingerie that covered his hips.

Michael let out a groan of desire when he laid eyes upon him, “My Morningstar, don’t force yourself.”

Lucifer shook his head, ignoring how heated his cheeks felt from having Michael’s gaze on him, “I want to.”

His brother gave him a skeptical look but offered no complaint. Instead he said softly, “turn over.” Warm hands caressed his skin, rubbing his back then trailing lower but never strayed underneath the fabric covering him. Lips soon followed, nibbling at his shoulder, nearly distracting him from Michael’s other movements. Hands rubbed some kind of oil into his thighs, slickening the surface, as Michael pressed his chest against his back.

“Close your thighs together.” Michael had commanded and in doing so, Lucifer felt hard, warm flesh trapped between his thighs.

“What…?” He gasped out as he felt Michael thrust forward, his member causing friction between his thighs.

“It’s okay...just let me know if you get uncomfortable and I will stop.” His brother assured him, keeping a steady pace. This could hardly be satisfying, Lucifer thought, nor what he had expected. But sure enough, he heard Michael’s breathing become labored then he abruptly stilled, milky liquid now sticking to his thighs. Michael had pulled back so Lucifer let himself collapse completely onto the mattress. He felt the mattress shift as Michael slipped off.

Lucifer had thought that he had left, abandoning him in a mess of fluids, but he had returned in a few minutes and beckoned him onto his back. Kneeling beside him, he wiped off the sticky release with a wet washcloth.

“I wouldn’t mind if you kept a mistress.” He spoke up.

“You overheard my conversation with Raphael. Is that what prompted this?” Michael let out with a disappointed sigh.

“I had been unaware that you held such interests.” He had not ever expected his older brother to have such strong desires for sex. When he had been in his care and at his side in the Host, he had not even seen Michael eye someone with lust or catch him in the act. Perhaps all this time he had been discreet. “And it’s unfair to expect you to deny your needs out of respect to me.”

---

If things had not been awkward enough between Lucifer and his brother because of their past, it had only gotten worse since Michael came across his thighs and Lucifer gave him the go ahead to have an affair. Which it had appeared so far that Michael had not taken him up on it, if the tension that was practically visible on his brother was any indication.

The archangels were gathered in Michael’s office to discuss strategy. Raphael had proposed an option, one that would make Lucifer bait for Amara. Lucifer recognized that Raphael could care less about his wellbeing but otherwise he had no objection to the idea. No doubt Amara would like to get some revenge for his betrayal so dangling him before her would be tempting indeed.

Just about as Lucifer was going to give his consent to the plan, Michael who had been gripping the edge of his desk so tightly to the point of turning his knuckles white, vocalized his strong disapproval, “Absolutely not. And what if we don’t reach them in time? She will torture him.”

Raphael raised an eyebrow basically saying “so what” but he did not dare vocalize those thoughts in front of Michael. Instead, he responded with, “It is a risk, yes, but what other options do we have? Amara does not hold as much interest in the rest of us. She was never close to us, not like Lucifer.”

“I’m not a huge fan of putting myself out there like a lamb for slaughter but Raphael is right. This is our best chance.” Lucifer voiced his reluctant agreement, as strange as it was for the two of them to ever come to an agreement on anything. He looked at Gabriel to see if he had any objections.

“It’s your call, Luci.” He merely shrugged.

“Well then, I would say that a majority overrules the Commander.” Lucifer grinned.

However, a pair of fists firmly slams against the surface of the desk, perhaps with too much strength as the wood buckles then finally breaks in half. Gabriel let out a low whistle while Raphael turned to Michael in shock. It was rather unlike Michael to lose his composure.

“What did that desk ever do to offend you?” Lucifer teased but Michael was in no mood for humor as he let out a feral growl, which promptly caused him to drop any further smart comments that he had on the tip of his tongue.

“Out.” He commanded. Gabriel wasted no time in scurrying out of the office but just about as Lucifer was about to follow Raphael through the door, he is stopped by Michael’s voice, “No, Lucifer, you stay.”

From what little he was aware of human culture, it was common practice in human schools for the teacher to hold a bad student after class to reprimand them for their misbehavior, “What is this, detention? Surely the Cage was enough of a punishment.”

Michael grimaced, though he did not dare argue that the memory should be more painful for him since he had been on the receiving end of what God had deemed just desserts for him speaking out. “No. Why do you feel the need to sacrifice yourself?”

“Oh please, I’m not acting like a martyr, it’s not my style.” Lucifer rolled his eyes.

“It isn’t like you to bend over so easily. I expected more resistance from you.”

“I’m anything but easy.” He emphasized heavily with a drawl, “And despite the many ways that it could go wrong, Raphael has a good plan. Even if I became Auntie’s pincushion, I have endured worse.”

His reassurance did not seem to dispel any worry from Michael. More like made it worse as his frown deepened as he admitted, “I don’t want to see you hurt any further.”

“Why now? You never seemed to care that much before.” Lucifer retorted. The feeling of being cast out by the brother that he loved and idolized more than anybody else hurt more than any wound that Amara could ever inflict.

“I was blind and ignorant in the past but I am not going to make that mistake again. I will not fail you this time.”

“And so what, you’re compensating by becoming overprotective? Really, I’m so flattered.”

“Why do you mock me when I am trying to be sincere?”

“I am not a fledgling. I don’t require your wings wrapped around me to shield me from the dangers of the world. I’m fully capable of making my own decisions.”

“I did not suggest such.” Michael refuted.

“Then stand down and let me do this.” Lucifer growled out, growing impatient with his brother’s stubbornness.

---

Michael still had not agreed with his decision to go along with Raphael’s plan but frankly Lucifer did not care. He could whine and complain all he wanted but nothing he said or did was going to change his mind. When Lucifer set his mind to something, he stuck to it.

And even as Michael’s fear came true, that they did not arrive before Amara started her torture, Lucifer held no regrets, even as his body was ragged and littered with wounds that he could hardly support himself. As much as he loathed to admit it, he had to rely on resting his weight against Michael just to move. Not ideal but he considered it a blessing that he had not been torn into million of pieces and scattered across the universe.

“If you try to say that ‘I told you so’, I am going to punch you in the face.” Lucifer grumbled as Michael pulled him into a tight embrace.

“I won’t then.” Michael had smirked briefly before taking on a more serious expression, “You don’t realize how important you are to me.”

“Shut up.” He responded automatically, trying to focus on anything but his brother’s proclamation of love.