Sweet Until It Gets Salty (Michifer/Sabriel/Destiel)

Canon (17)

Saturday

Michael had got to know Koel better over the last couple of weeks and he had grown to care about him. Even like him. That was until that Saturday evening.

He lay on the park's field, Koel at his side.

"Tell me about yourself Winchester." Koel whispered into the silence. "I want to know why you're so quiet."

Michael felt as though he could trust Koel, so he opened up. For the first time ever. Yeah, Lucifer had seen his scars, but he didnt know the meaning behind them. He'd tell him, if they were closer. But no, all he had was Koel.

"After my mum died, my Dad got depressed. So he turned to alcohol. Whenever he was drunk he was vicious. He would beat us and beat us until we were close to death. Dean would try to take it for me but i wouldn't let him. Sammy got it the worst. Dad blamed Sam for our mums death. It was either blame Sam or blame himself. He was never home anymore. Always out on business trips." He wasn't going to tell Koel the entire truth. He'd think he was crazy if he spoke about monsters. "We prefered him gone. So he wouldn't hurt us." He began to tear up. "I would lie in bed at night crying. Wondering what I could have done. Wondering why He hated me so much. Why he'd hurt me."

"Because your a faggot." Koel hissed, venom in his voice.

Michael sat up, tears still in his eyes but also a look of disbelief. "What?"

Koel glared at him, a nefarious glint on his face. "Youre a dirty, shameful faggot. Your mum's better of dead so she can't see what you've become."

The words sunk in deep but he wasn't going to go down that easily. Both boys stood up glaring at each other.

"Dont you dare take about my mother like that."

"Why not? She's dead. Never to return."

Koel punched Michael across his face, knocking him to the floor in shock. Before he could react he was being kicked in the stomach. He could have fought back but what if Koel was right. What if he truly was a disgrace?

The kicks came quickly until he was black and blue and stained with blood, each blow coming with an offensive, sickening word.

Faggot, disgusting, ugly, sick, useless, hopeless...etc....

Eventually, Koel left. Abandoning the hurt boy. Michael just lay their on the grass. His face and stomach blue, eye swollen, blood dripping down his nose. Cheek. Head. Arms. Everywhere the blood oozed and hardened. More scarrs. Just to add to his collection.

He finally pulled his lifeless body up and made his way home in the darkness. He was thankful to find everyone was in bed when he got home, hopefully he could slip into bed with no questions.

He walked over to the basement door, a warm, welcoming glow illuminating under the door. Lucifer must be up.

He took a deep breathe before twisting the knob.

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Lucifer heard the door quick and listened to the descending footsteps. He looked away from his computer to Michael, and his heart shattered at the sight.

"Oh God." Lucifers voice cracked. He rushed over to Michael, pulling him onto his bed. Tears fell from the boys eyes and he was about to wipe them away wjen Lucifer took hold of his hand. "Its okay to cry."

Michael let the tears fall, soft and silent.

Lucifer stood and grabbed a first aid kit. He wiped away the blood and held ice packs on the bruises on his face.

"Did you hurt anywhere else?"

More tears fell and a single, soft gasp as michael caught his breath. He lauhed back onto Lucifers pillow and lifted his shirt. This time it was Lucifers turn to gasp. His torso was a mixture of purples, blues and yellows.

Lucifer held the ice pack on each one before covering his back up and laying beside him, pulling him into a hug. But as he pulled away, Michael brushed his lips with his own softly.

"Mikey, you're feeling vulnerable. I can't take advantage of you."

"Shut up, I've wanted you for so long, if you want me, come and get me." Michael smiled hopefully.

Lucifer sighed before putting his hand on Michaels face and pulling their lips together, their kiss long and filled with love.

"I know I've known you for like two weeks but Mikey...I...I love you." Lucifer mumbled.

"I love you too Luci." Michael grinned before resting his head again and closing his eyes, the days events waying him down.

Lucifer pulled himself as close as possible to the boy and spooned. "Night Mikey." He placed a kiss on his head and rested beside the sleeping boy.