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�� Raphael's idea of a bathtub is a
four person Jacuzzi. His idea of the usual is 114F, lavender scented bath oils,
and spicy clean, fresh scented bath bubbles.�
The tub was humming, brimming with beautiful white foam and the sound of
agitated water made Michael sigh with relief, he headed straight for the hot
tub but was stopped by a hand on his harness.

�� "Strip."
The pale angel commanded.

�� He started unbuckling his sword
harness and looked behind him "We playin� that
game instead?" he asked as hands snaked around him from behind caressing
his stomach before they un-buckled his belt, his button followed suit and a warm
back pressed against him; those hands caressed his sides. He could feel
Raphael�s breath stirring his hair before those hands pulled down and his
shorts dropped on their own.

�� A warm tongue darted into his
ear before a breathy whisper said "You lost weight, I'm going to kill Kamael." long slender fingers caressed the bones of
his hip and brushed over the bare dusting of dark red hair that had only began
to grow on his pubis.

�� "Not a lot of time to eat,
we had to keep going this last week, bad terrain, even worse pickings." he
replied enjoying the way Raphael�s attention was making his heart beat faster,
his senses sharper. Slowly he turned around and found his lips were just an
inch away from Raphael�s, his warm breath washed over him and he could smell
the sweet tea cookies and his cigarette. It made him pause as his heart
clenched in his chest, he dropped his gun and sword harness then his hands made
quick work of the forearm clip holder and the thigh charge holder. Their
breaths mingled as both of them held off from crossing that inch of distance
separating them, that painfully sweet inch none of them was willing to give.

He grinned maliciously
at Raphael who gave him a knowing smirk "Take your clothes off bitch,� Michael
said his voice dark with need �I want you in the bath
with me. My back needs scrubbing." He stuck his tongue out to lick
Raphael�s lips before he turned away to take care of his remaining boot.

�� If he was any other angel,
Raphael would have seen to it that that angel would rot in the deepest darkest
prison for his audacity. But Michael have always been like that, always
demanding, always saying what�s on his mind, the man whose words leave much to
be desired and a brat who's thousands of years old hopping on one foot as he
got rid of his boot.

�� He snorted, that smirk still
playing on his lips as he hung his blazer on the clothes hooks on the back of
the bathroom door and started unbuttoning his shirt. When the boot was off and
tossed casually to one side Raphael reached out and caught Michael's arm
stopping him before he could enter the warm bubbling tub.

�� "What?!"
The diminutive warlord demanded with a scowl and one foot in the bubbles.
"I'm naked already."

�� "Shower first; I won't have
you leaving grease circles in my hot tub."

�� "Fuckin� sonuva-!" he rounded on Raphael and started pulling at
his belt "Then hurry up why dontcha? Get that damned shower going."

�� "Calm down, what's the
rush?" Michael didn't answer he left Raphael's pants around his ankles
leaned in close and wrapped his arms around his ivory waist. Those long thighs
brushed against his sides as they toed off shoes and kicked off the final bits
of clothing keeping that skin away from his.

�� When did holding him and being
held by him become so... comforting? Michael could remember those years they had
spent in the battlefields, how this had started out like a literal handshake to
satiate a need that couldn't be addressed in the front lines. So when did that lent hand became soothing caresses that alleviated
the stress of Wars' aftermath? When did those snapped words, those uttered
curses became their form of endearment? If Kamael had
heard Raphael call him a grease monkey they would have ran for their lives,
thinking he's going to destroy the archangel of the winds.

�� Hn, and who steps on Raphael's cock and survived?

�� Warm hands caressed his naked
back stroking him gently and he could feel how sticky he was because the hands
weren't gliding like silk over him. One hand left his waist and he heard the
door to the bathroom close, here in this privacy, away from the open sky and
any casual observer, he can be more relaxed.�

�� "I miss the way you smell
after a battle." Michael whispered against the perfumed chest he was
leaning against. "I smell of death, of dying things, fire and brimstone.
But you, you always smell of living blood. The blood that stained you was the
blood of those you saved, it was a good scent but now,� He parted his lips and
licked the hollow below Raphael�s throat �you smell like antiseptics and your bitches�
perfume."

�� Raphael understood now why
Michael was in such a hurry to get them in the bath.

�� He smiled and bent to kiss the
top of his greasy, dusty head. "We have a problem then. Because I like the
way you smell right now." He saw the frown he wanted and he was bodily
pushed towards the walk-in shower.

�� "Hurry the fuck up you
stinking pervert." Michael growled at him and he obliged by turning the
shower on hotter than usual. He held his hand out under the artificial rain and
when it was warm enough he pulled Michael in with him under its soft warm
spray.

�� Hmm? Since
when did Michel start getting jealous? They had an understanding didn't they?
No one knows why God gave them bodies that felt desire and need and love, if
God had wanted perfect creatures to please him and praise him, why give the
angels feelings and the freedom of choice?

�� And why in the middle of his
Great Experiment did He fall quiet?

�� The number of angels who�s love
had borne fruit number in the hundreds of thousands. All of them branded
fallen, cast from heaven's highest levels to be abandoned and hunted down like
rabbits in Raquia. So the majority deemed it safe to
engage in same sex partnering.

�� It was risqu�, highly illegal,
and frowned upon.

�� Delicious,
volatile, sensuous, and oh so dangerous when it's Michael Archangel himself who
comes to bed you.

�� Was it a wonder why he couldn't
resist?

�� But what's with this smell
issue? Why is he suddenly feeling jealous over him bedding women? Okay so not
seriously jealous because he'd seen Michael explode literally and figuratively
when he's having a real fit. So what was it? The fire he danced to as a moth
was somehow getting hotter, more dangerous.

�� He squeezed some bath gel into a
sponge and began scrubbing Michael's back.

Mika-chan couldn�t help the groan that escaped him as that rough sea
plant scratched off a few weeks worth of whatever stays on the back when you
wash and can�t reach it. He arched his back like a cat would towards those
blessed hands and when the scrubbing got rougher he sighed his approval.

"Shit that�s good." He breathed and that compliment was
followed by another deep sigh of pleasure.

When Raphael was sure he'd scrubbed Michael�s back pink, he began
scrubbing his neck. The leather collar came off and got hung over the shower
tap, he pulled the red head closer and without words Michael exposed his neck
to his ministrations. His head rested on his shoulder, eyes closed, lips
slightly parted. His entire demeanor was one of complete trust and surrender
and it made Raphael bite his lower lip knowing Michael would never be this
relaxed in front of anybody; it was erotic beyond words seeing this great
warlord naked and vulnerable to his touch. The smaller angel leaned against him
then and sighed heavily as Ralph began scrubbing his chest.

"This is why I hate bathing alone." Michael muttered �And what�s
with you? How come you�re all quiet?" He rubbed his ass against Raphael, feeling
his turgid member sitting on the small of his back "And how come you never
complained when I almost crushed your dinger and totally ignored it until
now?"

�� "Well-"

�� I asked you the same question twice
and you never answered me." He said cutting him off.

�� "I was just thinking of
something."

�� "You think too much."
he turned around and there was cold dark death hanging over the air around him
as he said to Raphael "I hope your not thinking of your bitches while your
with me."

�� Ralph raised both his hands in
defense "Now why would I do that?! Come on," He picked up Mika-chan�s
arm and went back to scrubbing it to distract him "I know you came
straight from your Merkaba, meaning your tired and
hungry, I was...� he shrugged a little �busy this afternoon, right before I
decided to finish my case reviews here, so I'm okay." He didn't realize
that the body under his hands was relaxed until it became tense again.

�� Nails scraped his knuckles as
Michael tore the sponge from him, he was caught by the arm and thrust under the
water without words Michael began to scrub his chest hard.

�� "Itai! Oi, your going to
scrub me raw Michael." he protested but those golden eyes glared up at him
with something seriously close to anger so he closed his mouth and let him do
what he wanted. Raphael sighed as more than once his hard nipples were attacked
by the sponge, he knew his neck was scrubbed pink and the next agenda would be
his cock. He wasn�t in the mood to get scrubbed that hard down there. He frowned;
there was only one way to calm down Michael in this situation. He caught the
hands on his belly and held it away from him as he turned around; he thrust his
hips back towards Michael before looking behind him "You may want to clean
that too."

�� A look he wasn't used to seeing
on the diminutive archangel�s face flitted by before it was covered up with an
angry frown. The sponge fell from the small calloused hand and the fiery red
head walked out of the shower.

�� Raphael stood up under the spray
"Did I miss something?" He asked himself as he shut the tap and
started toweling himself dry. Michael wasn't in the bathroom, the trail of wet
feet led to his bedroom; he was wrapping the towel around his waist and picking
up a fresh one when a loud crash startled him. He ran to his bedroom as fast as
he could and saw the Archangel of War systematically demolishing his bed.

�� "Oi! Kisama!" But he was stopped by the look in his face. He was
quiet but his face was twisted in fury and concentration, his dagger was out
gutting pillows as expertly as he would have gutted bodies. White fluffy down
filled the room, ripped embroidered silks and linens found the floor in
fluttering heaps, a circle of fire haloed around Michael's head and his hands
caught the hilt of his great sword. Despite the fact that he and his sword were
almost the same height he wielded it with terrible ease, hacking away the four
posters splitting the head board in half and turning the foot board into
splinters.

�� Raphael sighed and took a seat, there
wasn�t much he could do so he watched and waited for Michael to finish blowing
off steam, watched him take it all out on his bed.

�� Of course he knew why Mika-chan
is being so� cute. He smiled indulgently as the brat, unable to name and accept
his feelings for Raphael, destroyed the place where he had taken a different
angel every other night or so. That bed had witnessed many of their unions too
but, he sighed and a deep sadness forced him to cover his eyes.

�� We cannot love each other Michael;
you know that we are not allowed to love. I have stepped over that line long
ago so it is enough that I sin for both of us. I won't tolerate your falling in
love with me.

�� The sound of metal sparking off
stone told him the bed's done for. He stood up and approached the pile of
splinters, cloth and feathers. Without words he caught the bright blade in
mid-swing and Michael's eyes on him stayed its hungry need to destroy. He was
panting, eyes lit with intent, cheeks flushed. The blonde pushed the sword
aside and with the white towel wrapped Michael within its soft comforting
folds. The slight body within his arms shivered and his heavy breathing washed
across Raphael�s neck ruffling his damp hair as he pulled that smaller body
closer.

�� "Are you done? Because you owe me a bed." He pulled away to scrub dry
the sparkling crimson mane they haven�t gotten round to washing yet but the
arms that went around him stopped him. A loud clatter told him the heavy sword
had fallen.

�� "I don't understand.... I
don't understand." It was said in such a small voice it could not have
been the loud obnoxious Michael-sama.

�� "What don't you
understand?" Raphael whispered back as he buried his nose in his wet
tousled hair cursing himself to hell and back for being so cruel.

�� "Why do I ...?" the
head shook negatively against his shoulder and hands came up to push him away.
Golden eyes that used to be wild and free, fierce and sure now looked at him
with utter confusion. "Am I...?" A spark of enlightenment lit his
eyes for a heartbeat, disbelief, and then something dark crossed his face.

The moment was broken;
he pushed away from Raphael's arms and headed back to the shower. "I want
supper, I'll finish washing up then I'll join you. I'll buy you a new bed�whatever."
His tone was almost normal and he even gave a careless flick of his wrist which
tried to deny the gravity of what he had just realized.

�� Raphael grimaced, shook his head
and ran his fingers through his hair as he heard the bathroom door close and
the lock clicked shut. �Michael�I�m sorry.�

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