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Michael leaned against
the door closed his eyes tight then forcefully pushed himself off it. He headed
straight to the shower with grim determination, turned it on and there under
the soft spray let himself go. Tears he would never ever admit to course down
his cheeks, hidden by the veil of warm water that used to comfort him.

He didn't want to see
it, tried to deny it, but when Raphael wrapped him up in that towel and said
those words he was expecting, he was hurt. That place he had denied and covered
up was on fire because the man he loved casually tossed aside his fit of jealousy
and told him he will pay for the damage to his property.

Jealous!? Fucking love there's no way! No fucking way! What the
fuck am I going to do now?! Fuck me I can�t be in love with Raphael!

He took the bottle of
shampoo with shaking fingers and washed his hair while he screamed curses at
himself, he kept up the routine even though he couldn't breathe with the tightness
in his chest and the tears still blinding him.

He regretted not
having him in here, he gives good head massages�

There�s no way�� I like him but� love�?

He rinsed as soon as
he�s worked up enough suds and began washing meticulously, concentrating on
mundane tasks so he wouldn�t have to look at the raw revelation he just
acknowledged. He scrubbed his earlobes and behind them, then his navel; he sat
on the white tiles to scrub between his toes knowing Raphael will seek out all
his secret places and bring him pleasure that will satisfy him for weeks to
come, pleasure he would touch himself to during those cold lonely nights in the
field. Imagining his hands, his voice, those lips, those eyes�

How could I have
been so fucking blind? How long have I been jacking off to Raphael?

He winced because the
answer was �since after the war.�

He raised his knees
and covered his head with his arms under the hot spray, trying to think when
exactly did he have these kinds of � feelings? The mere idea of him, Michael-sama,
being in love was just too absurd�

But there was no
denying it, that excitement he felt when he�s around, his need to see him every
so often, how he just got hurt by words. Words! Fuckin� words he would not have
given a rat�s ass about had it come from another person. He was sure he cared
at the very least because the last person who had been able to play him like
this was his twin Lucifel whom he loved and hated
with all his heart.

No, not during the
great battle; he was so focused on his duties back then that when he had walked
in on Raphael pleasing himself he didn�t even think and just lent him a hand.
He had lent his hand in return and they both thought nothing of it.

Yes, it was that
moment he walked into his circle of fire after that battle with Lucifel,
braving incineration and pain he cut through his fire with wind and managed to
come close enough to touch his burning core. That strange doctor who tousled
his hair, held him, and told him casually how to survive the humiliation and
mental agony his brother left him in. That was when he started really noticing
him, his fellow elemental. He did not survive the ordeal unscathed though, Raphael
was badly burned but instead of healing himself he had the nerve to ask him for
a light.

After that last Great
War, when there was nothing but minor skirmishes, confusion, power struggles, darkness
and hurt; Raphael became his refuge. The only place he can be himself and find
comfort instead of judgment, where he can lower his sword and know nothing�s
going to happen to him. He didn�t have to be the commander or his brother�s replacement;
he didn�t have to live up to anybody�s expectations. He found a confidant and friend,
someone who patiently bore with him during those hard times and gave him peace.

Raphael is his quiet place.

He had known now for
the longest time that he brought him peace. It silenced the rage in his heart;
the fury in his blood, his cool presence soothed him and enabled him to think.
During the war he trusted no one with his back save Raphael the cold archangel
of healing. When he started carousing with the women he didn�t give a damn
because he knew that was not the real Raphael. The sweet words he whispered,
the nonsense he spouted to get them to spread their legs and how he discarded
them like cheap shoes right after he used them� He was never jealous because
they have never seen the face he bears behind closed doors.

They have never seen Raphael
melt, they have never heard the poised well mannered doctor beg and cry for his
release. He could see those cold eyes half shut with frosted lashes, lips
parted, moist and bruised from rough hungry kisses speaking words of surrender,
submission, or muttering curses and threats of physical violence. And the easy
smile he would give afterwards, the tender caress, the languid kisses and dusky
whispers, all that during the nights they sinned. The next day as the sun rose
he would be back to his frozen, callous self as if last night was nothing but a
dream.

He beat the marble
floor of the shower with a fist and stood up with an answer to his dilemma. He
turned the taps off then roughly he began toweling himself dry before he walked
out of the shower stall and stared out of the clear glass windows that
dominated the eastern half of this bathroom. It was getting dark.

He sighed and covered
his face, He had committed the greatest sin, and he couldn't deny it anymore,
Raphael's callousness towards his attitude had hurt him. He loved that bastard
who loved many and it burned him now to think anything wearing a skirt spent
more time with him than he does. He was Jealous! He was so mad he had destroyed
the bed that bore the evidence of Raphael�s games.

What�s gonna stop him from not seeing me again?

He felt blood rush out
from his face and that thought, too, hurt.

What if he � he
discards me like his bitches?

He felt something
inside him come dangerously close to snapping, his hands turned into white
knuckled fists, and they shook with anger. The surge of rage that went through
him made heat devils dance around him, drying his hair instantly, dissipating
the warm fog from the shower and desiccating whatever drop of moisture there
was in the shower. His eyes stung with unshed tears.

No! NO!!! He would
never do that! He can�t! There�s no fucking way! He would have done it long
ago, he would not�!

He gasped for breath,
his anger dissipating as thousands of nights spent with that pervert doctor
washed over him, thousands of nights that filled and fulfilled him physically
and emotionally. All those games they played, the dangers they courted the
extremes they explored together� He took a deep breath, and that fierce anger
left him completely.

There�s no way Raphael
would tolerate their games if he was going to get rid of him eventually. They
knew how much each can tolerate, how far each would go, they had pushed each
other�s limits in bed� he knew Raphael like the back of his hand and vice versa
and he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that Raphael would never leave
him.

Bolstered by this he
went to the sink turned the tap on and splashed cool water on his face.� Looking at himself he realized Raphael was
the only person he has sex with. The only person he was interested in.

"I'm fucking
screwed." a knock on the door startled him; he frowned and looked for a
bathrobe.

"Suppers ready
Mika-chan, get it while it's hot."

"Quit
calling me that you asshole!"
He pulled the robe over himself and stared at his reflection on the darkening
plate glass opposite the neat pile of towels, he watched as his lips pulled
into a grim line. It wasn't in his character to hide things or pretend he
didn�t love him but he did not want to loose him either.

"There can never
be love between us. Never.� He whispered to his
reflection thinking of the other whose soft steps and even softer chuckle
padded away from the door �But that doesn�t mean I have to give you up. You can
try and get rid of me but there is no way I�m fucking letting you go bitch."
He snorted at himself and a fierce smile spread on his lips. �Your
mine, Raphael.� And those words galvanized his resolve.

He left the bathroom
and found the bedroom empty; the smell of food was coming from the
antechamber/private library beyond. The double doors leading to the room was
slightly ajar and in the semi darkness of dusk the light of a fire flickered
across the ornately carved mahogany. He opened the door and found the warm
fireplace burning brightly, the only source of light in the twilit room. The doors
to the balcony were wide open and a cool breeze tempered the fire's heat, in
front of the fire was the hide of an Ifrit he himself had hunted down. Over
that black and gold hide sat the pale Great one of the Virtues, dressed in his gold
and dark crimson silk chamber robes, eating a tiny tomato with his fingers.

Michael smirked. Great Virtues my ass.

Raphael is beautiful
and he knows it. Right now he was posing for him and Michael knew for a fact
that there wasn�t a single inch of that perfect body that didn�t know his
touch. He gave a feral smile. Mine, all mine. �He padded softly over wiping the smile from
his features as he focused on his lover and those cool almost bored eyes
focused on him.

Raphael watched as
Michael approach, those golden eyes roamed his body possessively all that
confusion gone, replaced by a smirk that Raphael knew meant something. What did
he decide to do?

Mika-chan had paused
to take everything in staring at him first, then the food before he slumped
down in front of the little picnic. Raphael watched him closely, he knew how
the diminutive general detested formality and was more used to eating rations
out of cans or meat off the bone of what they hunted, so the little fireside
picnic was a better option than the great dining room downstairs. His majordoma
made sure everything can be eaten with hands too since the only cutlery
Mika-chan's fond of are knives. He made a mental note to reinforce her training
by mentioning this thoughtfulness.

He picked up a slice
of roasted meat and chewed on a bite while he watched Michael pop things into
his mouth and eat quickly and quietly, military style. "Slow down, your
not on a 10 minute lunch break." Michael didn't say anything but he did
slow down, his golden eyes strayed along Raphael's bare legs, up to the spot
where the overlapping folds of the silk robe crossed, making another V that started
from the pale angel's chest and bared one collarbone. "Don't tell me you�re
thinking Mika-chan. It doesn�t suit you." he said.

"Yeah I'm
thinking of leaving you bruised and battered tonight."

A pout tugged at Raphael�s
lips "I'm not in the mood to be the broken slave tonight." he poured
some red wine and held the wine glass out to Michael who emptied it in one
gulp. He poured him some more of the dry crisp vino the
warlord preferred and leaned against the Ifrit�s head as he chewed on a slice
of cheese. He lifted his knee a little so the silk would fall away from them and
revealed some skin.

Michael sipped his
wine this time then he licked his fingers as he set the glass aside. Ralph
leaned back as Michael crawled on his hands and knees over to his spot and
pressed a gentle kiss over the healed scratch on his throat.

"I want to fuck
you tonight, I want to make you mine all over again." he whispered, his
lips brushing the skin on Raphael�s throat sending involuntary shivers down the
pale angel�s spine.

"Oh, that
game." He said with a hint of disappointment in his tone but the thrill
that ran trough him was unforgivably delicious. He reached out and caressed the
back of Michael's head who leaned in and nibbled on
Raphael�s throat "Of course you will honor the safe word?" Ralph asked
that hot tongue licked at his earlobe sending the shivers all the way down to
his toes.

"I always
do."

"No you
don't." he whispered back and mock glared at Michael who stopped what he
was doing.

"Hey you�re alive
aren't you?" Michael frowned at him "I know what I was doin�, I won't damage you permanently, hell you liked
it."

Raphael chuckled as he
lay down and rested his head on the Ifrit�s skull. He loved this fur rug Michael
gave to him as a present. He told the most amazing hunting story of how this
bull nearly gored down several of his posse and how it fought valiantly before
going down under his dagger. He had used his dagger to avoid ruining the hide
limiting his target to the underside of the creature�s neck, it was incredibly
risky but telling Michael not to take risks is like telling fire not to burn.
Then he had gutted and cleaned it himself, of course Raphael had to send it to
the furriers so they can treat the raw hide and clean the fur. But on that
first night Michael brought it they made love over it, out in the gardens under
the dark trees with nothing but the stars and the crescent moon for light.

Hunting down this
beast is his idea of giving me roses. We made love, no, I made love to him
because back then he was only having sex. Hm, were
hiding from each other by playing these games, aren't we Michael? You can't
make yourself make love with me yet? Have you come to the same conclusion I
have? I love you, but we cannot love each other. Do you love me but can�t stand
to loose me? Because I can�t loose you, I need you. Do you need me too? Is this
why you flaunt Heaven�s laws and stayed? Is that why you want to play?

He parted his legs and
raised his knees to show Michael he wore no underwear, coyly hiding his cock
with a hand he exposed his pink entrance. Then play we shall�

"Your will is my
command master."

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One more chapter I
guess.
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