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Raphael looked up from his
clipboard as a slightly errant breeze stirred his blonde hair.

He was sitting in one of the
silver hued wrought iron chairs of the west facing balcony of his residence,
his half empty cup of jasmine green tea sat lukewarm on the matching cut
crystal round table. One of the sisters in attendance, thinking he wanted a fresh
cup because he paused from his intense study of the file in his hand, moved to
replace his cooling cup of tea. He stopped her with a slightly raised hand and
a negative shake of his head. He looked away and a full breath of this errant
wind made him worry because now he knew without a doubt that Michael will be
paying him a surprise visit.

"No help for that." he
whispered before continuing his perusal of the medical case file he was
studying. "Sisters, go prepare my
bath, the usual; a heavy meal for two of meats and starches, fruits whatever
and leave that meal in my adjoining room with some wine and... " he flipped
the page on his clipboard "Hmm, he used to like vodka... there's a bottle
of absinthe in the cellar bring that up and some sugar cubes. I will entertain
no visitors or any calls for the entire night and please make yourselves invisible
while you�re doing your jobs."

The head of his contingent of
servant grigori, an older but still pleasing to the
eye sister asked softly "Will He be joining us
master?"

Raphael looked directly at his majordoma;
she's been in his service the longest because she had proven herself faithful
and capable "Yes sister, same discretion, he's paying me a surprise
visit."

"Of course master."
She clapped her hand and shooed away the 3 pretty sisters in mini navy blue
skirts and white lacy panniers who had served him tea. He could hear her softly
giving orders to her second before the glass doors to the private library, to
which this balcony was adjoined, closed with a well oiled click.

Raphael skimmed through the
patient's tests and sipped his rapidly cooling tea; he frowned before setting
his cup aside and took note of the reddish tint in the sun's light. It's almost
sunset, and patient X will survive the night thanks to
his subordinate�s efforts but, he will be severely disabled.

Rosiel is
not a kind opponent.

He was looking over the
treatment and possible outcomes when a gust of wind told him Michael was on top
of him. He looked up in panic and shielded himself expecting Michael to do as
he usually does and demolish his newly fixed balcony. He was surprised when he
heard the archangel of fire laughing.

"Gotcha!
Thought I was gonna destroy half your house again huh?"

"Ha ha, funny. I'm surprised you actually know how to
make a soft landing." Michael's wings disappeared as he touched down on
the glass table itself his muddy boots soiling the polished crystal surface.

He was dressed in his usual
black leather shorts; a short black skintight tank barely grazed his navel. It was
torn in places and it reeked of engine oil and gunpowder. He must have come fresh from his mission
because he was still wearing the black leather straps that held his sword to
his back. The straps that secured his favorite high powered sub-automatic
weapon, that slung across his shoulder was also still on him and that weapon's
clip holders were still attached to his arm and leg. The sword is gone so was
the weapon and its charges but the small dagger attached to his boot strap
remained.

Raphael suppressed the urge to
lick his lips. That dirty mess of red hair was held back from Mika-chan's face
by his worn leather goggles, he looked unwashed, and his pale skin tanned
golden were stained here and there with black machine grease or soot, dust,
sweat and even dried blood. The collar he wore was the same one he saw on
him... weeks? Months ago? It was worn and shiny; he
guessed that the warmonger must have never taken it off. His navel was exposed
by his too short shirt and too low shorts exposing the rise of his hip bones
and those well defined abs. Raphael resisted the urge to touch the exposed few
inches of hip and belly, there will be time for that later because right now he
has to humor Michael�s idea of a box of chocolates.

"Yo." Michael said
with a grin as he took the saddle bags off his shoulder "You said
something about needing some water from the River Lethe?" Something
sloshed in his bags as he settled it over the table. "Isn't this stuff
fucking illegal?" He looked down at the always pristine angel of healing
as he frowned up at him. He�s wearing the same or different pinstriped shirt,
that immaculate white blazer he always wore, a loosened tie that could be used
to constrict blood flow to that pretty head. Michael smiled thinking of the
many silk ties he had ruined while playing with Raphael.

"Water
bags? You could have burst one of those and you would have forgotten
everything." Raphael frowned up at Michael who always brought him
something useful, interesting and very dangerous to acquire whenever he
visited.

"Why da
hell ya think I came down gentle like?" he pushed aside the silver tea
service, sat in front of Raphael, picked up a cookie and swallowed it whole
before asking "Ansher me, heesh
ish-"

"-Illegal
for others to posses but not me and my immediate staff." He picked
up a napkin and wiped the crumbs from Michael's cheek "Sometimes the best
cure for Post Traumatic Stress is forgetfulness." He took a deep breath
and frowned to hide the things his scent stirred in him.

The other angel became
thoughtful for a second before picking up another tea cookie.

"I didn't think you would
bother, it's been a long time since I issued the order and I was told there was
a lockdown on that area so I gave up on it." Raphael sat back in his chair
forcibly calming his breathing because that scent of Michael excited him. It excited
him so much his heart was palpitating and his throat had gone tight, Michael
dirty and straight from the fields was one of the secret pleasures he would
never admit to.

I wonder if he knows�?

"Yeah we got rid of that
problem. Permanently." The red head picked up the porcelain teapot
besides him, flipped the lid aside and drank from it. "Bleah! I hate your
tea!" Before Raphael could get out of his chair to order some drinks a
muddy boot landed on his white blazer.

"I wanna play."
Michael said without preamble to the blonde angel who raised a brow at him.

"You stink of the hunt. I
smell blood on you."

"Never
bothered you before." He drank more of the tea to wash down the dry
cookie he was chewing and cursed "Fuck! I'd rather drink water than
this... green piss!"

"Then quit drinking
it." Raphael said as he took the teapot from him and set it aside then
with quick fingers unlaced the offending boot still on his chest, leaned the
chair back and took the boot off Michael�s foot. Then casually he threw it over
his shoulder all the way down to the 1st floor gardens.

Michael's eye twinkled "Are
you trying to seduce me?"

"You said you wanted to
play and you're sitting with your legs parted in front of me. I should be the
one asking that question." They stared at each other for a few heartbeats
then with one mind moved to mash lips against each other.

The kiss was fiery, fed by
Mika's work related abstinence and Raphael's intentional lack of male partners.
Arms surrounded the blonde head as he wrapped his arms around that slim, hard
waist. Raphael wove a hand up to Michael's unruly hair as he licked at the
sweet aftertaste of walnuts and white chocolate in his mouth, his foot still
pressed against the blonde�s chest demonstrating just how flexible Mika-chan is.
His aggressive little tongue pushed and twined with his.

There was a sharp pain in Raphael�s scalp as his head got yanked
backwards exposing his throat. He found air as those consuming lips left his
and began trailing wet kisses down his throat.

"You slut, I don't smell a
woman on you I smell two." Michael murmured against his skin before
nipping him with his sharp canines.

"Ah! That never bothered
you before." Raphael said imitating his tone; he felt a wide tongue
lapping at his wounded throat.

"As long as I'm your only
man I don't give a damn how many bitches you got." that was said in Michael's
heavier more serious voice.

Raphael smiled "Aa, you�re
still my one." He pushed Michael away from his throat and he let go
reluctantly.

Michael licked his lips at the
drop of blood that seeped its way from the small gash he made on Raphael's
throat, it beaded heavy and fell tracing a red line down that pale throat. He
leaned to catch that precious drop before it seeped into the clean shirt but he
was stopped by his own dagger too close to his face. The cold steel's flat side
traced the dragon tattoo on his cheek and made its way down his throat. He
smirked "This the game you wanna play?"

Raphael didn't answer; he pushed
the socked foot aside and leaned in to kiss that deceptively weak body that
never grew up with the mind of its owner. Biologically Michael looked 15, his
frame slight but well muscled, his bones had grown dense to adapt to the
stresses he forced upon himself, his muscles were tight hard cords, strong
without the bulk; but his skin was still that of a child's: resilient, soft,
smooth and hairless. He parted his lips to lick the dust and sweat off the
belly of Michael's tattoo; he tasted of salty sweat, flinty dust and the bitter
aftertaste of a chemical weapon they used to sterilize battlefields. He kept
the point at Michael's throat as he took a deep breath of that sweaty
non-hormonal scent preserved and improved by the leather musk of his collar,
tainted by work oriented chemicals, touched by the fire and brimstone of hell
and Michael�s own fire.

"You nag me about how I stink
but you�re all hot and horny just smelling Me." He
could hear amusement in his voice as that small socked foot went between his
legs and pressed in on his semi-rigid self. Raphael hissed at the contact but
didn't move away, he decided to use the blade before Michael gets his hands on
it. He dropped the tip and slashed the tight black shirt right in the middle,
then he threw that over his shoulder too, a faraway thud told them it landed
point down on the grass below.

"That was a good
blade." Michael pouted. He wasn't bothered about loosing a boot but he
whined when he lost a good dagger.

"I'll have someone bring it
up later. Right now I want to taste you before I drown you in the bath."
lips covered Michael�s left nipple and none too gently he was bitten. He hissed
before a warm tongue soothed his bruised nipple, he ran his fingers through the
head of blonde silk feasting on his chest.

"Bath?" He said as he
frowned at something only he could see while Raphael opened his pants.
"Damn can't remember when my last bath was, the days and nights are all
blurred together. I did wash off every time were near a clean lake or river or-"
he gasped as a hot wet sheath covered his semi-rigid self bringing him to life.
He ran his bare fingers over the pale forehead before gathering a handful of
blonde hair into a fist. He wished he'd taken his gloves off so he could feel
that silk against his palm.

Michael's scent mingled with the
leather of his shorts, a scent that made Raphael's mouth water as he sucked and
licked at his hard shaft. Mika-chan would have been a fine man had he grown to
his fullest; his cock had grown the few inches pass the initial change and had
stopped at the general average. He felt a twinge of regret because he knew
Michael would have been bigger but al least he had started to produce that
liquid the sperm swam in. The fact that Michael was sterile was/is, a secret
only the two of them knew.

A breath sucked in through
clenched teeth and Michael whispered in a tight voice close to Raphael�s
ear "I'm close." the smaller
angel leaned back on one hand then and took control lifting his hips as he held
down Raphael�s head, thrusting himself quickly into the welcoming mouth between
his legs. He heard a cry but that drowned when his world tilted and he thrust
one last time deep into the swallowing throat.

"Daaaamn!"
he panted as he fell back onto the table, the water bags sloshing as he leaned
against them "I missed that fucking mouth of yours."

"Mika-chan, ow, please take your foot off my crotch." he heard
Raphael gasp as he took his foot off from between his legs.

"Oh shit, my bad." he
realized he had used that foot as leverage so he gave him an impish grin as he
asked "Did I kick ya?" he hopped off the table and pulled Raphael's
face up.

"Felt like it. You stepped
on me you bastard." he winced and saw Michael wasn�t sorry at all "That's
it you dirty grease monkey your taking a bath!"

The Great One of Powers grinned
and kissed the Great One of Virtues tenderly in apology "And you�re coming
with me."

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Just a little story
that popped into my head while was about to fall asleep one night. And yes I
didn�t get any sleep that night >.<

There�s 2 more parts
to this I think :P
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