Hard core rated R or better due to some over-eager welcoming of Michael to Pandemonium.
Azezel met them as they passed the section known as Gehenna, better known by mortals as Dante's Inferno. Azezel joined, grinning. "Welcome to Sheol, Michael." Michael was so intent on Gehenna, worried about what had happened to him and if he'd maybe gotten more than he'd bargained for, that he didn't notice Azezel until Azezel greeted him.
Michael was so accustomed to fighting the cherub he wasn't sure what to do, and finally replied simply, "Azezel."
The cherub chuckled. "Don't tell me the great warrior is speechless! You're not still mad at me for not bowing to Adam, are you?"
"…No."
"Play nice, Azezel. Remember how Jaladael was when he first Fell? Give my Micah some time to adjust." Belial asked.
Azezel nodded. "Don't worry, Michael. You'll get used to Sheol more quickly than you think. Most of us still love God and much of Sheol is modeled after Heaven."
Michael snorted a little after seeing Gehenna, but made no comment. Moloch joined them next, the sceptered king, Sheol's own patron warrior. "Michael! So you've finally seen the light? It's good to have you, old friend." Before the War had torn the Heavens into two factions, Moloch and Michael had been frequent sparring partners.
Michael smiled weakly. "Moloch – you wear your crown well, as always."
Moloch smirked, "And I carry my sword just as well – now that you're here, we'll have to have a friendly match sometime, agreed?"
"We'll see, Moloch," Belial interjected. "It's too soon to make promises." Michael was grateful for Belial's smooth interjection. He knew otherwise he'd stood a real risk of slipping up and saying something he would regret.
"That's Pandemonium?" Michael asked suddenly, pointing ahead to the glittering capital, his eyes wide with wonder.
Moloch, Belial and Azezel all beamed with pride. "It's no Celeste," Azezel began, naming the capital of heaven.
"But we're pretty damn proud of it," Belial concluded.
"You built it all?" Michael asked.
"Every stone and gem and metal in every wall, column and arch, with the Morning Star's aid, Mulciber's design and our numbers and force," Moloch replied. Like Celeste, Pandemonium radiated outward from the center in distinct bands, though, unlike Celeste, it was situated on a verdant mountain and the bands spread down and out. Celeste, on the other hand, was like a series of concentric spheres.
The main Citadel was at the top of the mountain, surrounded by the innermost ring, which was divided into six territories, each with its own castle and magnificent tower. "Lucifer will see to it you get your own place in the Seraphim Ring before too long, Micah," Belial added. "In the mean time, you will be welcome to stay with me, of course."
Belial, Moloch and Azezel answered a few more of Michael's questions before landing on the pavilion in front of the Citadel. Messengers were already leaving to fetch the other Seraphim, and Lucifer Himself awaited them, smiling at Michael and his entourage.
"Welcome to Pandemonium, Michael. We've missed you," Lucifer greeted. Michael noted suddenly that, unlike in Heaven, everyone in Sheol took care to call him Michael, except, of course, Belial. It was a nice change, and nice to be respected enough to be referred to by the name he wanted.
"I believe We have something of yours," Lucifer added. "I will have to talk to Sammael – "
"No need, my Lord," Sammael interrupted, landing behind Lucifer and grabbing a pair of His wings. Lucifer glared over His shoulder at Sammael and tugged away. As usual, Sammael was adorned with a pair of Michael's wings. The others all glared at him.
"That's really fuckin' tacky, Sammael. It was bad enough when he was in Heaven without continuing to wear his wings," Azezel reprimanded.
Sammael shrugged, eyeing Michael instead. "Looky what the cat dragged in… Michael's got Belial's wings!"
Sammael approached. Belial cleared his throat. "We had a deal, Sammael."
Sammael grinned at Belial. "Of course. I just want to ask Michael one question first." Sammael turned to Michael, who eyed him wearily. "Just why did you fall, sweetheart?" he practically purred.
Michael winced at the 'endearment'. Suddenly, all the others' voices were raised, most demanding Sammael hand over Michael's wings immediately.
"Hush! Let Michael answer!" Lucifer ordered and all were silenced. Lucifer looked kindly at Michael. "Go on."
Michael shifted uneasily. "I love Belial," he admitted first, oddly quiet. "God knows it. God made the… wrongness in me, and He could have fixed it, but He didn't. He let me suffer. He could have gotten back my wings and my soul, but He did nothing. Belial saved me, not Him. I just thought… It's time I stood happy by Belial, rather than miserable by a God Who's not even in Heaven, and doesn't care."
"That's not true," Belial said in the following silence, drawing Michael to himself. "He cares, or He did once. After all, He made me for you, and you for me."
"And Jaladael and I," Azezel added.
"Sariel," was Moloch's contribution.
"Gabriel," Sammael murmured, before looking at Lucifer, who smiled weakly at them all. They all knew whom Lucifer missed…
"Sammael – give him his wings back," Lucifer finally commanded. "He's Our ally now. Discord, schism and hate are your special skills, but not now, not in Our own kingdom," Lucifer reprimanded.
Sammael nodded, removing the pair of wings he wore. "Believe it or not, I was going to give them back afterwards anyhow." Belial held the wings while Sammael took Michael's hands. For once, Sammael's eyes had a look of sincerity in them. "It's good to have you. And for what it's worth, I hadn't meant to take your soul in particular. It was just a wrong place at the wrong time thing. Anyhow, I'll go get your other wings now," Sammael explained, grinning as he left.
"What the fuck?" Michael asked as Sammael flew off. Belial laughed.
"Sammael tries not to let it show, but like most of us, Sammael isn't truly evil," Belial explained.
"He's just spiteful as all hell," Moloch remarked, chuckling a little. "Don't let him get to you. He's actually a really good friend, most of the time. He's just still got a huge grudge against Heaven."
Azezel laughed rather scornfully. "And that I absolutely understand and fully sympathize with. Heaven is not worth the title." Lucifer put a hand on Azezel's shoulder and the cherub sighed and relaxed.
"Don't worry about Sammael, Michael. Now come here, and I'll heal your wings," Lucifer said. Michael grinned, a little nervous as he stepped forward, turning to show Lucifer his back. He shuddered a little as Lucifer's powerful hands slid over the joints where Belial's wings connected with Michael's back. "Hmmm… you want to keep these and give Belial a pair or yours, or would you like to give them back?"
"Belial?"
"It's your choice, Micah."
Michael reached back and touched Belial's wings. "I think I'd like to keep these, and Belial can have the pair they replace," Michael said after a moment. "Is that all right with you, Belial?"
Belial grinned, crossing his arms. "I'd be honored to wear your wings and let you wear mine."
"All right then, Belial, if you would…" Lucifer resolved, and Belial stepped forward on cue, holding Michael's wings in place. "Michael, You'll… you'll notice this," Lucifer finally settled on. He wanted to give Michael some warning, but it wasn't exactly going to be a feeling of pain, like when Sariel sliced Gabriel's wings free.
Lucifer pressed the joint of the wing to Michael's back, adjusting and molding Michael and the wing like putty. Michael groaned a little at the strangeness of the sensation, his eyes widening. Belial looked at him with worry. "Are you…?"
"Fine… It's just…" Michael gasped a little as Lucifer ran His hand over the seam and sealed it.
"You should have feeling back in that wing now," Lucifer mentioned.
Michael tried not to shake too obviously – oh yeah, he had feeling back! His wings had always been the most sensitive part of his body, and the sensation of both Belial's supporting hand and the Morning Star's hands was almost overwhelming. Why had God put so much power literally in the palm of Their hands? "Yeah… I can feel it," Michael muttered, a little breathlessly, and the assembled Fallen, the number growing with each moment, grinned at him. Lucifer began attaching the second wing. Michael was confident he could melt right into the ground now and Lucifer could shape him any way He liked.
"Are you still doing all right, Micah?" Belial asked as Michael braced himself against Belial's chest. Damnitall, he was still so fucking weak from being just healed and Fallen!
"Fine," Michael gasped. "It's just a little overwhelming… is all."
Lucifer looked at Michael with concern as He worked. "I'm sorry. I'm doing My best to keep it from hurting, but…"
"'S'Okay," Michael murmured as Sammael arrived with the other two pairs of Michael's wings and Lucifer sealed the second wing with a murmured, "There." Michael sucked in breath and he could suddenly feel it again, and those hands on him… Lucifer smoothed the ruffled feathers out a little and Michael tried to stay calm, shuddering faintly.
"Why don't you go sit down and rest while I replace Belial's wings, Michael," Lucifer advised, and Michael nodded, stumbling away into Azezel's arms. The cherub grinned and summoned up an earthy seat from the courtyard, helping Michael to sit.
"No wonder you were so upset…" Azezel commented, stroking the newly reattached wings as Sammael set one extra pair down and, at Lucifer's behest, got in place to attach a pair to Belial. "Your wings are so beautiful. Sammael never wore them so well."
"Fuck you," Sammael commented idly and Azezel offered him a cheeky grin as Michael muttered, "Please stop…" He was visibly quaking, quickly growing over-stimulated by Azezel stroking his wings on top of everything else.
Azezel dropped his hand. "Oh, I'm sorry. They must be sore."
"No, just…"
Belial grinned and began, "Touching his wings makes Micah – WOAH, that is weird!" Belial suddenly interrupted himself as Lucifer tactfully chose that moment to begin attaching one of Michael's wings to Belial.
Michael sighed in relief and grinned, silently thanking the Morning Star, who winked at him. Michael really didn't want all of Sheol knowing that he got aroused by having his wings touched the right way. By the time Lucifer had finished with Belial and Michael again, the other Seraphim and many Cherubim had arrived, as well as angels from every Fallen choir. Michael was reintroduced to those of the highest three ranks, but then Belial, noting that Michael was already over-whelmed, devised a retreat. Lucifer went with them and they backed into one of the citadel's many private rooms.
Michael collapsed into a chair with a sigh of relief. He was all in a tizzy after talking to so many people he'd considered enemies not long before, and having so many people touching him. More importantly, touching his wings… For Christ's sake, he was still getting used to having them again!
Belial chuckled, massaging Michael's shoulders. "Don't worry."
"You'll get used to it," Lucifer added. "Everyone's excited to see you on friendly terms again. They'll calm down soon." Belial's hands were doing wonders to soothe Michael's tensions. Lucifer cupped Michael's chin and turned his face up to look at Him. "Your wings truly are beautiful."
Michael was sweltering. "No-… Not as much as yours… Lord."
Lucifer chuckled, kneeling to be closer to eye-to-eye with Michael. "Flattery does not become you, Michael. And it's not praise I want." Michael gasped as Belial's hand slid over his wings and Lucifer captured his lips in a kiss. Michael's eyes widened; he tensed. "Shhh," Belial urged, his hands at Michael's wings, as if the newly Fallen Seraph wasn't worked up enough. Michael's eyes fluttered and shut as Lucifer deepened the kiss, cupping Michael's face gently.
Belial leaned down and began kissing Michael's neck, and Michael moaned into Lucifer's mouth. Lucifer's hands slid down, across Michael's shoulders to his other pair of downy white, iridescent wings. Michael gripped the edges of his seat, quivering. Lucifer drew out of the kiss, admiring Michael as He and Belial continued to beset him, then Lucifer leaned back in and brushed kisses over Michael's face.
"L-Lord… Belial… wh-what is…?"
"Lucifer… Call me Lucifer, Michael."
"Relax… We're just greeting you, Michael," Belial chuckled. Michael moaned as Belial nipped at his neck, crimson with embarrassment. "We like to make sure everyone feels loved, and knows they're wanted here," Belial explained, descending to press his lips to Micah's skin again, petting Michael's tender wings.
Lucifer pulled away a moment, still caressing Micah with His amazing hands, smiling a little. "You're probably going to be receiving quite a bit of affection for a while… We're all excited to see you again."
Michael whimpered incoherently, thinking he'd be happy if they didn't, jumping a little as Lucifer's hands slid down to spread his thighs apart. Michael gasped as suddenly every scrap of their clothing disappeared and reappeared in a tidy pile on the floor. "O -… Oh God!" Michael cried as Lucifer leaned down, kissing down Michael's shaking thighs and then... Oh, God, Lucifer's mouth on him was... Had he ever felt this way before?
Michael was sweltering in their combined heat and the stimulation, sore, and needing and amazed that Lucifer Himself was servicing him. The two of them were so warm and powerful, and despite his reservations Michael felt like he could trust them both… He felt wonderful and loved for the first time he had in a long time…
Belial's hands (were amazing) slid around to stroke Michael's nipples and Michael pressed up into Belial's hands, sweating and hungry for it now, all thoughts of embarrassment or chastity completely gone from his mind. "Ch-Ch-Christ! God Almighty!" Michael yelled as suddenly Lucifer did some sort of trick with his tongue and Michael felt his climax spil out of him – after being wound up so long Michael just couldn't last, especially between the two of them and their expertise…
Michael panted and sank into the chair, turning red as he slowly came back to himself and realized what he'd just done… For Christ's sake, he'd just cum into the mouth of the Morning Star! Lucifer swallowed and wiped off His mouth and Michael looked away blushing. Lucifer tucked a couple of His fingers beneath Michael's chin and turned it so Michael, shyly, looked at Him.
"Don't be embarrassed, Michael. You are bold and audacious. By all means, don't change that now." Lucifer cocked a grin at him and Michael slowly returned it.
"I'll try… Lucifer."
Lucifer nodded. "Good. One other thing… We try not to take the Lord's name in vain here… That is one habit you should try to break. Still, it's not something you'll get in trouble for – don't fret over it," Lucifer added, seeing Michael suddenly look worried again.
"Welcome again, Michael. We wish you the best here. Make yourself at home," Lucifer finished, standing and stretching a moment before appearing reclothed and leaving Michael and Belial to themselves.
Belial was smirking something fierce. "Isn't He amazing?"
"He's something all right…" Michael allowed, still catching his breath.
"Hey, don't be ungrateful. I'm jealous, actually," Belial commented, leaning down to drape his arms over Michael's chest.
Michael glanced back at him, quirking an eyebrow. "Jealous?"
"Well, yeah. You just got blown by the other half of God Himself, by Lucifer Morning Star. That's quite a treat."
"Would you prefer Him to me?"
"What the fuck kind of question is that, Micah!" Belial asked, suddenly offended, standing up akimbo. "Of course not! You're my Micah. There's nothing I prefer to you. Not my pets or my Lord Lucifer or even my existence. I know I'm Fallen, but is it so hard for you to trust me?"
Michael was properly rebuked. "I'm sorry. It's just…"
"Everything's changed, right?" Belial supplied sympathetically.
"Yeah… Everything."
Belial sighed and nodded, stepping around to tug Michael into his arms again. "I know how you feel. We were all pretty lost at first. You'll get used to it, and you'll be back to your bold, wrathful nature I love so much in no time. Try and be patient."
Michael groaned. "I Fall to Sheol and still I am admonished for my lack of patience."
Belial laughed. "I guess some things never change!"