Angel With A Shotgun

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How long has it been now? How many times has he played this game?

The needle pressed roughly into Gabriel's neck. The vile filling with what little grace he had managed to accumulate. He wasn't sure how long he had actually been here, he was certain it hat been at least a year in earth time, but in hell time was different. Judging by how many times he had lost and replenished his grace, Gabriel felt it had to have been at least a couple thousand years. He felt the needle being pulled out of his skin and knew what was coming next.

"Alright, boy. Show me your wings."

The thick southern accent sent chills of disgust through Gabriel's body. He hated that sound. Even as he thought that, though, he spread his wings out as commanded. There was no point in denying the order. He was powerless to fight back, and the demon knew it. He felt the muscles in his wings protest as they splayed out wide.

Rough hands forced their way into the golden feathers, causing him to shiver in protest, but that was all he would do. He knew better than to try and fight back. That was how he had earned himself a broken wing for a time.

The hands pulled and plucked at his feathers, pulling a whine from his throat. An angels wings were not meant to be touched in this fashion,  and not at all by a demon. For some reason, it did not last long today, which Gabriel was both thankful for and terrified of. If he was done with this so soon, that could only mean he had found something worse again. Gabriel had lived through all kinds of torture while being held captive by Asmodeus. Physical, mental, draining his grace, abusing his wings, and of course the part that was the demons favorite. He had been raped many times on many ways, to the point that his body had begun to enjoy the assaults. He hated the demon for it, but he hated himself more. There was nothing he could do, though, so he gave in, accepting that he would forever be the play thing of the knight of hell.

He was lost deep in his thoughts and didn't notice when Asmodeus indid his chains and roughly pulled him off the floor, leading him down the hall to whatever new game he had come up with.

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Sam screamed.....and screamed....and screamed.

Luckier had a virgin kink, and due to that, he had a ritual of behavior. It started with pinning sam against the bars if the cage and ended with Lucifer forcing his way inside of sam in one fast thrust. Sam was pinned in place by the wings of the devil, thick black things with feathers rough to the touch and smelling of sulfur. This was the most straightforward method of torture that Lucifer had decided on sticking with, and the most effective. The most effective part being that as soon as he finished, or deemed that Sam's hold has loosened up to much for his liking, he would send a jolt of his tainted grace into the humans body, healing the area before going again.

"Come on Sammy, all you have to do is agree. You already said yes to being my vessel, now accept your fate and consent to be my mate. It will all be over once you do."

Sam knew he wasn't lying. If he accepted Lucifers demand of mating, he would not be able to hurt him like this anymore. The bond would not allow it. He would be safe and protected from anything and everyone, but he would be in a hell worse than this, because when an angel mated, they gained in strength and in power. Lucifer would use the power from any mate bond to break out of hell and destroy everything.

"Never!"

Lucifer growled as he slammed into sam one more time before pulling away.

"Have it your way then. Michael, if you are intent on going through with your fun, you may as well sample the product."

A cold laugh came from the corner of the cage where Michael was perched. Sam knew what Lucifer meant of course, they had discussed it many times over the year he had been in hell. They wanted to auction sams body off to the higher ranking demons in order to gain information and potentially find a way out of the cage. Sam stayed where he was, unsure of what Michael would decide, hoping that he would ignore Lucifer like the other times he had tried to goad him into participating, but when he heard footsteps approaching him from the other side of the cage, he knew he was done for.

Michael ran a hand down Sam's bare back, touching him in such a gentle way that he shuddered and moved towards him.

Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he is finally going to stop Lucifer and keep me safe.

Sam held his breath as Michael traced the scars that lucifer had left on him.

"Please...."

That was all sam could say. He didn't know what the other angel was thinking, and he was scared of how this would play out. If Michael did still intend to sell him out to the demons, he would first, as lucifer said, sample him. If he didn't, then maybe he would survive this after all.

Michael leaned over Sam, draping his wings down and wrapping him in their soft feathers. Sam held his breath, and then got his answer, as he felt Michael lining up to his already bleeding entrance and leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"If you agree to be my mate, I will take care of you much better than. Lucifer did. You will not bleed or feel pain. When you scream it will be for me to continue. What do you say sam? Will you be my mate?"

Sam sagged against the bars he was pinned to. He should have known.

"Never."

He almost choked on the word, almost wishing he could say yes. Knowing that at least Michael would spare him this continuing fate, but he couldn't. He-

He screamed. Michael had forced his way inside just as Lucifer had, but this was worse. Where Lucifer was hard and fast and brutal, Michael was slow and tender, almost like he was making love to Sam instead of raping him In the cage of hell.

Sam's body reacted in A way it never had with Lucifer. He felt something pooling in his stomach, his own member slowly hardening. This was something that had not happened before, and he could not understand why it was happening now.
His thought were cut short when Michael pushed against his prostate, ripping a reluctant moan from Sam's lips. Michael leaned into his ear again, continuing the motion and whispered.

"I can make you feel good sam. You love this, I know you do. Just say yes to me. Let me claim you and this will all be over."

Sam wanted to say yes. For the first time in his life, he wanted to say yes to being an angels mate, he wanted this to stop. He wanted to be safe, better to be safe with Michael then be chained to Lucifer. 
Michael seemed to be able to sense the direction his thoughts were heading. He picked up the pace, angling directly into Sam's prostate, ripping another scream from him, this one mixed with pleasure instead of pure pain. He was so close to breaking, so close to agreeing as Michael continued to abuse his prostate, his wings humming as he sensed sams answer, if he could of he would have marked him then and sealed the bond, but it didn't work that way. He had to say the words. Michael curled his wings, sending ripples through sams body as they brushed his leaking member, pushing him over the bring and making him release with a scream. He slumped down on the floor, deciding then that he would agree. He turned to Michael to say the words when he was cut off by a door opening and a man being drug into the room.

It took sam a minute to realize that the being was not a man, but yet another angel. One he had thought long dead.

"Gabriel?"