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"Your will is my
command master."

Michael remembered to
breathe and take his eyes off Raphael�s hands and the parts they were
concealing and exposing, those cold grey eyes defied the words that just came
out of those lips. He smirked, "My will." and leaned close to the
hand hiding Raphael�s need and pressed his lips over the healed scratch he gave
him when he took the sponge from his hand. He smells clean now, no perfume on
him, no medical/medicinal scents just the clean non-smell of water, tobacco and
his personal scent. Michael sat back and reached over to the small bottle of
extra virgin olive oil that sat next to a similar bottle full of balsamic
vinegar. The small saucer sprinkled with basil already had the vinegar and oil
mix for dipping bread in but he wanted something else.

"Take your hand
off your cock and spread your legs."

One of Raphael�s brows
arched "I should wash your mouth with soap." he said as he parted his
legs further and exposed himself.

Michael's hand was
swift as he slapped him just hard enough to insult him "You just lost the
right to talk bitch." he said with a smirk and watch the pout form on the
blonde�s perfect lips. "Hn."
He bent over the turgid member of his paramour and licked him from between the
balls to the tip of his cock, before taking him into his mouth. He heard a loud
gasp and a muffled sound, he looked up to find his
lover covering his mouth obeying his wish to the extreme that's intended to
annoy him. He wanted those sounds and this was Raphael�s way of defying him. He
smiled around his mouthful, bared his teeth and bit down, just enough to hurt
him but not to bruise or break skin. He was rewarded with a strangled cry which
he followed up with a tight grip around that moist shaft and with quick
movements he began to stroke him.

Precum leaked from the
reddening tip he was tormenting before he stopped and his paramour�s groan of
frustration wasn't punishment enough. "You can touch yourself but you
can't come until I tell you to." He took the bottle of olive oil and poured
it over the twitching need of his lover.

"Stop, stop it!
You�re going to-!"

Slap!

"What did I
say?!" he growled.

That one was hard
enough to throw his head to one side and rattle his senses. He watched Raphael
frown and shake his head while glaring at him, he took a deep breath and nodded
before whispering "Sorry master." Michael frowned, this time he
backhanded him hard enough to throw him down to his side.

�What. Did. I. Say?!�
he asked enunciating each word carefully.

He watched Raphael
glare death at him raise himself up to his knees and close his eyes. The proud
blonde head bend down then and hissed the back of the hand that slapped him.

Michael smiled �Very
Good.� He lifted his chin with a finger and pushed him back to rest against the
Ifrit�s head �Now, prepare yourself." he ordered as he poured more olive
oil in drops and dribbles over his tip, high enough so that gravity would make
each drop distinct. Raphael glared at him his cheeks burning with both arousal
and pain, he could see the imprints of his fingers starting to form on that
pale skin and it made his little heart beat madly within him to know The Great
Raphael-sama allowed this and would allow more because it�s him, Michael doing
it.

But an unhappy frown
told him he wanted to say something and was by default asking permission.
Michael grinned and shook his head negatively "Do it."

Raphael sighed but
kept his mouth shut, it�s either that or he�ll get a fist next time he speaks
without permission. Tsk and I said I didn�t want to be bruised and
battered today. But it couldn�t be
helped, Michael must have come to a conclusion that questioned his standing in
their affair, otherwise he would have been gentler, he knew his strength and
knew just how hard to hit him. Raphael swallowed the blood where his cheek
broke inside his mouth, no loose teeth thank God.

The things I do for you, you brat!

He looked down from
those golden eyes in submission but behind his veil of blonde hair he smirked.
They had played crueler games than this, they had hurt each other worse in the
past, but this one ran deeper, every gesture, every word had meaning�

I guess this is how we profess our Love? We forge it
with lust, pain and blood? This isn�t a game anymore is it Michael? I love you,
you stupid, dense brat, and I�ve always been yours.

He was still on his
knees, head bowed, he snorted quietly and wiped the smirk off his face, his
hand moved to touch himself.

Bless me, Father God, for I have sinned...

The oil had dripped
all the way to the rug; Raphael hoped quietly that the rug won't get ruined
because it was his favorite. He caught the drops on his fingers and touched his
entrance; he pressed his lips together and almost made himself come by looking
back up at his tormentor and the look of desire that burned in his eyes. It was
wild that desire, like that of an animal, a barely tamed violent need to own
him. It made him shudder because he knew what kind of violence those eyes are
capable of. But he needed that fire, he needed the danger his lover brings, and
it sent a rush of adrenalin through his system comparable only to the life and
death situations of hand to hand combat.

And if Michael was an
animal he would be a Fire Salamander, his golden eyes were reptilian cold but
they burned for him as he looked at his hands doing their master�s will. His
tongue as they flicked out to moisten his lips made Raphael shudder
involuntarily. And it didn�t help that he ached for this monster, loved him so
bad he would willingly play these cruel games with him.

He couldn't remember
when he started liking it, but yes, he liked the way Michael abused him. Only him.

Only
you.

He mouthed to the
other angel quietly while his attention was focused on his lower half. He
pushed a finger into his entrance followed immediately by a second. He closed
his eyes as he scissored his fingers, forcing himself
to relax, shutting out the lust Michael radiated because really, just the idea
of exposing himself like this and touching himself to please him was enough to
make Raphael cum. He gasped when
something wide and warm but not warm enough passed over his cock and he saw
Michael swiping a piece of bread along his shaft to get the precum and the
fragrant olive oil. He bit the piece of bread in half and chewed contently
without taking his eyes of Raphael before he offered the other half to him.

He watched Raphael
open his mouth slowly and take the entire piece of bread in, his lips passed
over his fingers his tongue darted out to lick the pad of his forefinger before
he chewed. He smiled as Raphael closed his eyes and stopped moving except to
chew.

"You like
that?"

Raphael nodded so a
second piece of torn bread followed. He swirled this over and around the head
of Raphael�s need. He watched the blonde cover his mouth again and squeeze his
eyes shut to prevent himself from making any sound.

Passive aggressive
fucking son of a bitch.....

But it made Michael
smile, gave him something of a challenge and this is what he liked about
conquering Raphael, he never ever gives in that easily. He presented the precum
and olive oil moistened slice of fresh bread to his lover who took deep gasping
breaths as he took his hand off his mouth and accept. He bit off half the chunk
and Michael popped the rest into his mouth.

"Your taste is
making me hornier." he took the long slender bottle of wine on the table
and drank it straight from the bottle. Drank it like water till there was only
a fourth left before he gave the bottle to Raphael "Fuck yourself with this
and don�t waste a single drop. If you do I'll punish you." The look of
outrage on his lovers face was priceless, he opened his mouth to say something
then clamped his mouth shut and with a glare of determination he snatched the
bottle from Michael's hand. No doubt images of the last punishments meted out
was going through Raphael�s head as he positioned himself half reclined to
receive the bottle.

An evil grin spread on
the Great Salamanders face as Raphael ran his fingers over his balls and the
fur under him to get as much of the spilled olive oil as he can, with his hand
slick and oily he stroked the neck of the bottle. He kept glaring at Michael
for that audacious request and to rile him just a little he licked the bottles
mouth sticking his tongue into its entrance twisting and undulating
that pink flesh around the cold rim before pointing it at his own entrance.

He kept his eyes on
Michael as he slowly pushed the bottle�s mouth against his entrance. It was
cold, cold and hard and unforgiving. Not hot and hard and tormenting. He had to
use his fingers to help get the bottle in and when it did went pass his
reluctant muscles he had to pause and try to get pass the idea of wine in his
rectum.

�What are you waiting
for?� Michael spoke and he realized he had closed his eyes again.

He was licking his
fingers as he consumed more broiled slices of pink meat his attention only
partially focused on him. Raphael snorted before shifting a little; he pressed
his lips tightly together and pushed the bottle�s neck deeper into himself. The
liquid within the bottle sloshed, and vaguely he thought how the bottle�s long
and lean shape inspired Michael to make him do this.

He watched Michael dip
his fingers in the washing bowl the sisters provided and wipe his hands on the
white towel close to it. He was on all fours as he crawled back towards him
like a deadly cat or yes like a fire breathing lizard scenting its prey.
Raphael swallowed involuntarily as a hand covered his and the bottle was slowly
pulled out of him and pushed back in deeper. He threw his head back and bit
down on a scream, his hands went up to clutch the horns of the beast he was
lying on as Michael began fucking him with the bottle. Cold liquid filled him
but it might as well have been liquid fire with the pain of being forced open,
wider and wider. The bottle shifted and white sparks filled his vision as
Michael jabbed at his sweet spot and a cry he�s been holding back broke between
his lips.

�Stop! Nnnn! Stop it!� he forced
his fingers off the horns and took a handful of Michael�s hair. �You, I want
you to take me, take that bottle out and take me.� He was burning down there
still in pain and as the bottle was pulled out of him he felt the warmed liquid
trickle out of him and into the precious rug. His leg was forced up to his
chest and something hot pressed against his already burning entrance.

Michael still with his
smug smirk leaned over Raphael and whispered in a voice hoarse with need �Say
it you stubborn he-bitch. Tell me what you want.�

�Fuck me. Fuck me
please. Gh!�
Michael had entered him in one push and this time his heat added to his burning
muscles igniting him turning that pain into ashes and resurrecting it into
glorious pleasure. Lips clamped over his silencing his helpless cries, the
liquid within filling him to stretched capacity.

Michael gritted his
teeth and pulled away from the kiss he had initiated. He clamped his hand over
Raphael�s lips as he pulled himself out of that delicious hole. He wanted to
echo the dreadful �no� that followed his withdrawal but, Raphael likes it hard,
fast, and rough. So he forced himself to stop and stand up, then he grabbed
Raphael by the hair and pulled him off the rug and onto the cold marble floor,
pushing him down on his elbows and knees exposing the perfect globes of
Raphael�s ass and the purple red liquid staining them.

Red wine, like blood,
stained his inner thighs as they trickled out, his kiss taste like blood�

Michael crouched on
his ankles between Raphael�s knees and saw those beautiful grey eyes look back
at him with that look no one has ever seen, that expression he wore only when
they�re together.

I love you, you fucking pervert.

Michael smiled and
kissed the small of his back tenderly before he parted Raphael�s knees further
so he was lower and wider and he took him in one hard push.

A strangled cry left
Raphael and soon he couldn�t even cry as Michael picked up speed, fucking him
in rapid staccato driving him insane and up the climb to completion. �Mika!� he
cried as a rough hand took hold of his sensitive need and began pumping him
roughly. Raphael bit down on the fleshy base of his thumb as he came in
blinding waves. He lost himself to the overload and collapsed.

Michael felt the wet
sheathe tighten around him and let himself go muttering Raphael�s name under
his breath over and over like a mantra, he was pulled out of the warmth as the
body under him collapsed to one side. He could feel his cock stinging from the
wine and its alcohol, it added some spice to the sex and he wanted to wash it
off as soon as possible but Raphael�s half mast eyes stopped him.

He looked� defiled. He
always looked so pure and so clean despite what he does, but now with purple
red liquid staining the inside of his legs and the white carara marble he was
lying on, cum on his stomach and chin, and sweat pasting his hair to his temple
and brows, red bruised cheeks� he looked perfectly dirty.

He couldn�t help it.
Michael took a handful of blonde hair and forced Raphael to sit up so he can
kiss him and kiss him deep.

The response was just
as passionate just as hot and he understood in that kiss, in those eyes, in
that submission how Raphael loved him without question. How he had wallowed in
that sin since the beginning, loving him without asking him to love him back,
and he understood without words how Raphael needed him so much he would never
leave him. Michael pulled away from the kiss and looked at those cold grey eyes
softened wet with unshed tears, heavy with passion.

Raphael tried to catch
his breath as that burning kiss left him to breathe; he looked at Michael and
saw the unmistakable reflection of the face he wore every time Michael touched
him tenderly. He could see his own face and that expression reflected in those
golden eyes right now and he cursed himself for his weakness. He frowned and
shook his head just slightly in the negative and pressed his fingers over
Michael�s lips as they parted to say something. �Shhh�
you insufferable brat, that hurt! I hate you!� He whispered between pants. He saw
Michael snort and smile in a pained tired way, his eyes closed as he held the
hand covering his lips and deposited a kiss on his fingertips.

�I hate you worse
bitch.� He whispered pressing that hand against his cheek before leaning in to
lick his bruised lips �I hate you.� He whispered again, and somehow, despite
the uncountable number of kisses they have shared before, this kiss was the
sweetest of them all.

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END*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Took a while eh? :P well at least it�s done. And nope I won�t be adding to
this it�s too complex as it is lol.

Thanks to all you guys
who reviewed ^^ its very encouraging.

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