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Michael's blue eyes widened when Balthazar came even with the cockring on. He composed himself when his Mate looked up, however. Quickly pulling out, he stood up and moved away from his lover.

"Hands and knees. Now." He commanded, voice stern as he snapped his fingers and his Rod appeared.

Oh, he was going to punish his rebellious Angel. His precious Mate. The male had become too fiesty. He needed to know his place. He waited, Grace flaring angrily.

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Michael loved watching his Mate's reactions and how he was so damn /needy/. Each sound made his cock throb and twitch in excitement, building up to his own orgasm. Fortunately, the Firstborn had enough control to not come until he wanted to. He had mastered the flesh and his carnal desires. He knew when to make himself come and when to not come. He was in full control of everything.

The whining sent a shiver down his spine. "So needy," he cooed out lovingly, yet teasingly. He loved the little game he was playing with Balthazar. 

"Love the sounds you make," he purred out in his ear as he rammed back into Balthazar violently. Each thrust was made with precision. The Archangel rammed into his Mate's ass, aiming for his prostate with bruising force each time.

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Michael chuckled slightly at the whine, loving how much control he had over the usually dominant, outspoken male. This was not even the punishment. This was just the beginning. He was going to make sure that Balthazar remembered exactly who he belonged to and what his place was.

The Archangel timed it perfectly. The minute he felt like Balthazar was going to complain again, he slammed into the younger angel, grunting softly at the force as the sound of skin on skin echoed through the bedchambers. 

When the other told him that he was close, Michael pulled out completely. He snapped his fingers and a cockring appeared on his Mate. "No coming until I say so," he said in his ear, voice deep with lust and want. "If you do, you get the Rod."

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His Mate's scent was so addictive and intoxicating, but Michael remained in control of himself, even when the other bucked against him. He ground his hips against his lover's eagerly as he gave a low growl of pleasure. He kissed him again, loving how his Mate responded to every single one of his touches and nips. Fuck, he wanted this more than anything else. They had not Mated in centuries, since they were both Alpha's, but now Balthazar was acting like a good little Omega.

The scent was driving Michael insane and he could no longer resist him. Snapping himself naked as well, he positioned himself and slammed into his Mate's tight, wet heat. He gave a low moan of pleasure as his wings flared out behind him. He buried his face in Balthazar's wings, lapping at the oil glands, letting the fruit flavored oils cover his tongue, making him moan. 

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Michael watched him gasp and fall down once he was stripped. He wanted to reach for him, but he knew better than to do that. He needed to punish his Mate.

He watched him crawl to the bed and lay on his back, wings spread and soaked. He crawled on top of him, kissing him roughly again as he pinned both his hands over his head with one of his hands. "You've been such a bad boy, Balthazar..." he whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

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When Balthazar finally realized what was going on, the Archangel smiled a bit. The white wings were lowered submissively and the oil glands were revealed, making Michael unable to resist teasing them with his fingers.

He snapped his fingers, stripping his Mate, who he was going to claim as his again for the first time in centuries.

"Bed. Now," he commanded, snapping his fingers and the chains vanished. He kissed him as the chains vanished. "Be a good boy and I'll give you a reward after your punishment."

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Michael knew his Mate was confused, but that was okay. He was smart and he knew the younger male would catch on to what he was going to do. At the wriggling, he yanked on Balthazar's hair gently, like he did during their sex sessions when they used to have sex.

"No struggling," he said in a tone of chastisement. 

He was going to punish Balthazar, but not in the way the other thought. His blue eyes met Balthazar's and his wings flared dominantly, Mating scent coming out.

When the other showed fear, he caressed his cheek gently. "I won't hurt you, Balthazar. This punishment's going to be different from the punishments I usually give."

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Michael knew exactly how he would punish his wayward Mate. He had plans for him. He would never abandon him again, but he also needed to know his place.

He heard the gasp and let out a dark chuckle. His fingers lightly ran through the wings that seemed unsure of whether to lower in submission or flare out in seduction.

He pulled him in for a rough kiss before snapping his fingers again and causing chains to appear, chaining his Mate's hands to the wall. "You're not banished and I won't let anyone hurt you, Balthazar," he whispered in Enochian in his ear.

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The relaxation was just what he wanted. The Archangel of Punishment wanted to punish his former Mate for being so disobedient. He looked him over, a predatory look in his eyes as he moved closer.

The comment made his shake his head. "No, but I had everything under control. Well, I would have had Castiel done his job," he said, voice dangerously low.

"I will punish you," he said softly as he moved to press against him, snapping them into Michael's Living Quarters in the Garrison. He moved to push him against the wall and pin him there.

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Michael knelt down to his former Mate, making sure that he was okay. Of course, when the younger scrambled up, he knew that he was perfectly fine. 

The fact the his Mate was now in the defensive position and he looked ready to flee saddened him. Grey wings rested on Michael's back and his sword vanished, indicating that he would not harm the other.

"Balthazar, you never should have gotten involved in this. It was never your fight," he said. "I know why you did it and I do not blame you but..." He sighed. "You don't have to fight anyone's battles for them. I wanted you to be kept out of all this.

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Michael had been out of the cage for two days. He had come to realize that the Garrison without him and Father had become Hell.

What had caused the war, however, had shocked him to no end. Castiel had started it. What had not surprised him, however, was the fact that Balthazar had immediately jumped in.

Sighing, he knew that he had to correct the wrongs that had been made. That was what he had been created for in the first place. He was punisher of the sinners. He was known as the destroying angel in Biblical times.

First, he had talked to Castiel. That pained him so much. His former Mate had changed so much and he did not know how to react to it. It hurt him to know that it was the younger Angel who had been responsible for most of their siblings' deaths.

He heard his former Mate tell him that Balthazar was dead, but Michael knew otherwise. Balthazar was near impossible to kill. He was like Gabriel in that way. They had faked their deaths once before, they could do it again. Plus, he knew from Raphael that Balthazar was still alive.

That was how he had found himself in Pontiac, Illinois, chasing after Uriel and Balthazar. He had to find the other before Uriel did. But he knew it was too late when he felt Balthazar's distinct Grace flicker and then start to vanish.

He appeared next to the scene of bloodshed. His own Angel blade, the shape of a sword, appeared and he got in front of Balthazar, protecting him from another stab from Uriel's blade.

"It is not your job to punish him for his trangressions," Michael hissed out to Uriel in Enochian. "I told you that I would take control of this. Disobey me again and I will kill you, Uriel."

Uriel vanished quickly and Michael dropped to his knees, healing the younger Angel.

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"Dean." Michael appeared behind him. "You should get out of town." He placed his Angel blade, which looked like a sword, down against the building.

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Michael laughed a bit when Dean said that. "You know how the media is. They never leave famous people alone. I wish they would though." He nodded and began to take off his clothes. "That sounds very good. And it sounds even better that you're gonna join me in my nap."

Dean kissed him back and smiled at him. “Yeah well being famous probably sucks, but you aren’t a singer anymore at least, they should leave you alone, all though I know that’s never going to happen.” Dean told him sighing a bit. “how about we get those clothes off you and we take that nap you wanted now? Does that sound good?” Dean asks him with a smile. 

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Michael nodded as he listened to Dean and he cuddled into him. "I know." He looked at Dean and kissed him softly. He then got a text and read it, shaking his head a bit. "Sooo...one of my old fights got leaked to the media." He sighed a bit. "Not fun. At least this time they didn't cut out the beginning. I hate being famous."

Yeah I"m sure it would have made it hard for you Michael, I don’t really like to take pain pills of that kind either. But then I’ve never been injured more then a boink on the head from a board caving in or something." Dean smiles at him. Dean smiles at him and looks at the picture. "Well you had someone looking out for you, for you to make it out of that house alive Michael the house is like gone." Dean sighed at him.

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Michael rested his head on Dean's shoulder as Dean spoke. "Recovery was Hell though. I couldn't take the pain pills because I'm a recovering addict so I couldn't get Vicodin or tranquilizers or sleeping pills which made the process a bitch." He smiled a bit when Dean kissed his cheek and said he loved him even more now. "I didn't even think about the risks. I just went in. Armand sent me a pic of it the next day and all I could think of is how the hell I managed to get out." He showed Dean the picture. The house was a charred mess of cinderblock and wood, completely gone. There was not even a base left and the fire was still slightly raging in the back of it.

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"There was a huge fire in the middle of the night. The building was about to collapse and the fire wouldn't stop. It had gone out of control. We had brought out a woman. I gave her my jacket since she was in just her bra and panties. She then asked me if we got her baby. I told her no and she started crying about her two month old. Without thinking, I run into the building, no gear on. I found the baby and on my way out, the building starts collapsing. I mean fucking breaking apart, flames, smoke wood everywhere. I took off my shirt to shield the baby. I managed to get out, but I wound up with third degree burns on my back."

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“Yeah, I’ll have a water,” Michael said. “Everyone says I’m a hero for what I did, but I was reckless.”

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"Yeah, I'll have a water," Michael said. "Everyone says I'm a hero for what I did, but I was reckless."