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Date: March 7, 2000
Setting: The Manor infirmary
Status: Private - Mictain and Raphael -- Complete
Summary: Mictain goes looking for a certain angel.
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Mictain wandered down the halls with no clear destination. This was not very unusual nowadays. After all, he had little else to do.

He realized he had come close to the infirmary, and that Raphael was likely to be there. After a moment's thinking he headed for it, this time with determination.

It wasn't like he missed the angel or something like that, of course. He was merely bored, and Raphael was pretty. He was fun to tease, too; the healer seemed so afraid of him that it was ridiculous. And perhaps, should he find the healer, he could even touch him -- stroke his cheek, for instance. His skin was so soft and the way he blushed so very very pretty...

Or perhaps he should try to make Raphael forget his fear for him. After all, if there was no fear, he could probably play with the angel's loneliness and lack of Michael and get back into his bed. Because he lusted after him, of course, which was a perfectly proper demonic thing to do, not because he still loved him or something like that. Love was for fools; it only got you hurt in the end. He ought to know.

Not bothering to knock, he opened the door to the infirmary with a broad smirk on his face. "Good afternoon, angel," he said, practically purring with satisfaction as he indeed found Raphael there. "What are you doing here all alone?"

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Mic quickly lead them both to climax in a wash of sensations, both painful and pleasureable. Raphael could sense the fact that he was slightly torn and bloody but he didn't make a move to heal himself.

Instead, as soon as Mic removed himself, he flopped over, exhausted, and promptly fell asleep. .

Mictain withdrew himself from the sweetness that was Raphael. The angel immediately fell into deep sleep, apparently exhausted. The demon smiled briefly, then frowned as he noticed blood where it shouldn't have been. With a thought he cleaned it away -- as well as ny other fluids -- and then set on to healing the angel. Sure, he had never been too good at healing others, but he could do something at least. This was Raphael; he had to do something at least. Therefore he concentrated as best as he could, healing what damage he'd done on the healer to the best of his abilities.

Finally he was satisfied that Raphael would be okay. Now, there was the problem of what to do next. Fortunately his by now mostly vacated mind didn't have to make the decision by itself as his body appeared to be acting pretty much on his own. He wrapped his arms around Raphael's slender form, drawing the angel partly on top of himself, and closed his eyes, listening to the beating of Raphael's heart, enjoying the warmth radiating from the smaller body. And, little by little, he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Raphael found that Mic was asleep. He groaned and looked down at himself, disgusted. He got up, annoyed, and took a long, hot shower.

Shit.

When Mictain woke up, Raphael was away. His first reaction was disappointment. Then, however, his demonic instincts woke up as well, easily overpowering the loving part of him that was flickering in sadness at Raphael's departure. How that little slut dared! Raphael had been the one to suggest that they should have sex. He could at least have the guts not to sneak away afterwards.

Claws extending, Mictain rose and sliced at the bed, tearing the sheets. It didn't take away his anger -- at the moment he quite wished it had been Raphael under his claws -- but it was the best he could have right now. Silently fuming, he clad himself, starting to quickly walk towards his own room.

A thought rose to his mind, however, and he smirked, a fang flashing briefly. He had managed two millennia with only himself to "play with"; he could manage again, especially now that he had some real memories to add to his fantasies. Raphael, he suspected, would not stand as long. Eventually he would have the healer come to him -- and when he did, he would make him pay.