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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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Mictain held Raphael close, still petting the coppery hair. "You have to decide," he said quietly. "You can decide to trust me and have me stay beside you, or to find me unreliable and be alone again.

"I cannot give you any proof that my only intention isn't to hurt you and betray you in the worst ways imaginable. "I cannot give you back Michael, either -- I may look like him, but I'm not him. You said so yourself. However, what little remains of the angel is inside me, is a part of me despite the fact that yes, I am indeed a demon, the demon that was betrayed and only wants to hurt you. That part I can give to you if you accept it. To have it, however, you have to accept the rest of me as well -- to believe that the demon isn't the only thing in me.

"Demons are known to have loved angels before. Just because I'm a demon doesn't mean I can't love you. However, I cannot prove it any more than I could prove my love when I was an angel -- or any more than I demanded proofs of your supposed love. I trusted you. Now, you decide whether you trust me in turn."

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Raphael looked away from Mictain and frowned, caught between fear of the demon and fear of loneliness. At length he sighed and stood up.

"Perhaps you ought to change back to your proper appearance," he said dryly. "That would make this somewhat easier, to reassure me that I'm not entirely deceived. But as for trusting you...

I do not trust in your love, not yet. I do not think I can return it to you. But perhaps... well... there are other things than love. Practical things. Things that work on a, shall we say, mutual basis." He laughed humorlessly. "I do rather miss efforts; but I'm not about to make one and suffer through cold showers.

If you understand me - what do you think?"

He didn't want to put the offer in to so many words - it seemed so vulgar and a far cry from his previously held personal views - but he was confident the demon would understand his meaning. He could not trust; it brought too many echoes of the deception he himself had worked.

But perhaps they could start smaller. Simpler. Associates with benefits, to mangle a phrase.

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Mictain smirked slightly. This was something his both sides could understand and accept. He would have Raphael. And, while the part of him that genuinely loved Raphael was perhaps not fully satisfied, telling that there should be something more, he knew that this was the best offer he would get from the healer at the moment. Telling himself that perhaps, with some work, they could eventually move to something else, he looked down at the other being.

"Cold showers, eh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Now, that would be just wrong. Such a pretty creature should not have to suffer through that just to be able to keep making an effort."

Although he was a bit hesitant to do so -- what if Raphael freaked out again? -- he then changed his appearance back to its natural state. His hair straightened again and one streak of it turned red, his clothes changed, fangs grew -- although he did keep them rather small, also refusing to let his claws out --, and his eyes returned to their red colour. It was much easier than the transformation into the angel had been; now he didn't have to think about every bit, just let them come naturally.

Finally he simply pulled Raphael tighter against him, kissing the smaller being, one hand tangling in the shiny red hair. Oh, but wasn't it just lovely.

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After only a moment's hesitation, Raphael released his holds and was bombarded with sensation, gasping as everything became vivid in an instant. He ground against Mic's thigh just slightly and twisted his arms around to clutch the back of the other's legs.

"I'm making one now..." he whispered. "Are you going to make me suffer?" He asked in a nearly insolent tone.

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"Me? Make you suffer? Never, angel," Mictain replied with a tiny smirk, growing more and more excited with every passing second as Raphael ground against him, Raphael stood there in front of him, against him, with him. His lovely angel...

He kissed the healer fiercely, at the same time reaching down a hand to brush over the front of Raphael's robe, squeezing lightly the bulge he found there. Then he took the hand a bit higher, trying to open the light cord on Raphael's waist first and finally just impatiently wishing it open, allowing it to drop down to the floor. Then he grasped the robe with both hands and started to gather the fabric into his hands, pulling it up, eager to expose what was hidden underneath.

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Raphael gasped as Mictain toyed with him and decided to expedite the process by simply miracling the robe off his body and onto the floor. Sheets and pillows were everywhere and he slid away from the demon and lept playfully on to them and the mattress.

"Come on," he said, covering himself with a pillow and beckoning in a teasing fashion. "Don't you want to have fun?"

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Now, Mictain smirked broadly. Raphael looked simply delicious, lying there on the bed with only a pillow covering him. "Fun? Now, that sounds like a fairly good idea," he purred, walking slowly towards the bed. Once there he settled down onto the mattres, leaning over Raphael. He did no move to even touch the pillow -- however much he wanted to -- but instead ran a hand over Raphael's chest, teasing his nipples, at the same time placing tiny kisses all over the angel's neck and jawline.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, tangling his other hand into the angel's shiny hair.

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"And you're stalling," he replied, nuzzling him and giving him little licks. "Do you plan on taking all day?" He teased him futher, pleased and excited at the muscular form surrounding him. The bed was comfortable and he was feeling fully aroused, but he could wait for Mic to continue.

"I'm not sure I can hold out that long," he said, giving Mictain's nose a little bite.

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"Stalling? Me?" Mictain purred, sliding his hand slowly along the angel's upper body. Finally he slipped it under the pillow the redhead used to cover himself, finding exactly what he was looking for. Wrapping his hand around Raphael's erection, he started to stroke it deliberately slowly, at the same time licking one of the healer's nipples, teasing the other one with his free hand. He was incredibly hard, and Raphael was just delicious, and this was exactly what he had wanted and almost perfect.

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Raphael relaxed and let himself enjoy without making a motion to do anything himself. He simply let Mic do as he pleased and found that his body would gladly respond on it's own.

He smiled and splayed himself against the pillow.

Marvelous.

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Mictain moved his hand faster and faster, his mouth now wandering all over the angel's chest, leaving little kisses and nibbles in its wake. His free hand wandered all around Raphael, tangling in the lovely hair, caressing the smooth skin, tracing the outlines of the small yet perfect body splayed before him.

Then, however, he grew too impatient. Banishing his own clothes to the floor -- they were just a hinderance at the moment -- he reached that free hand to his own erection, being so hard he ached. Setting a pace similar to that of his other hand on Raphael, he continued kissing and licking and nibbling the angel's chest, enjoying every tiny movement and sound he managed to draw from the healer.

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"Why don't you let me do that?" Raphael asked between squeaks and gasps. "My hands are rather free at the moment."

He slid his hand down and put it on top of the larger one.

"Of course, we could do something with little Mic that doesn't involve hands at all," he said with a grin. He was already feeling ecstatic and throbbed with pleasure; what difference did it make if they finally saw things through to completion?

It wasn't as if he hadn't fantasized about it before.

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Mictain was startled at Raphael's words -- not that he let it show, of course. Could the healer truly mean what he thought he did? He had thought it would be impossible for him to get any harder, but he was being proved wrong at the very moment.

Several possible responses flew through his mind, everything from, 'Hell yeah,' to, 'Are you sure you're ready for that?' However, he forced himself to forget such things. He had to be sure he'd understood right; he wasn't about to let what little understanding he'd managed to form with the healer to be messed up because he misinterpreted the other's words.

However, he did let his hand abandon Raphael's lovely lenght and creep a bit downwards, brushing lightly against the healer's inner thigh. "And what would it involve, then?" he asked quietly, masking his voice as calm while one half of him was a nervous wreck in the inside. (The other half, of course, was currently throwing a party, being absolutely sure it was right about what Raphael had meant.)

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He reached up and lightly slapped the demon's face, then licked the mark he'd made. After he did so he leaned over his ear, laughing slightly then sobering.

"What do you think it involves? Clearly being a demon hasn't completely changed you; you're still fully capable of being a moron. And if you aren't smart enough to figure it out..." He said in a teasing tone, squirmed away and stood up. "Maybe I shouldn't let you do it after all," he told him haughtily.

The healer realized he was probably walking on thin ice, since provoking him was dangerous; but it was also fun in a way, and even arousing. So he sniffed, miracled a bathrobe around his body, and took a few strides away from the bed, his back to Mictain.

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"A moron, am I?" Mictain raised an eyebrow, smirking a bit. "You're quite a mystery, Raphael -- one moment you say you don't trust me to hurt you and the next you're apparently purposefully trying to make me angry at you."

He hurriedly rose from the bed and grasped the back of the bathrobe, drawing the angel nearer. "Yes, I am a demon," he said lowly into Raphael's ear, darting his tongue out momentarily to lick the angel's neck, "and a demon's mind works differently from that of an angel, or so they say at least. Letting a demon draw their own conclusions may be dangerous, as they may not take your words the way you expected them to. I merely wanted to be sure I hadn't misunderstood your intention."

He trailed a claw down the back of the bathrobe, carefully slitting the cloth without even scratching Raphael's skin. Finally he slipped a hand through the now parted piece of clothing -- at the same time withdrawing the claw, not wanting to harm the healer -- and let his hand rest on that lovely behind.

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"Perhaps if I came to the conclusion that I wanted a physical - and only physical - relationship that I didn't mind a little danger. After all, why else would I agree to do anything with a demon if I didn't accept the risk?

The intention was rather clear however; and do tell, if you misunderstood - how would a demon misunderstand that?" He smiled. "And anyway, as long as it's purely physical, as long as you mean nothing emotionally to me, I can resist if you go too far.

Oh, and by the way - you're on the wrong side."

He took the clawed hand and moved it around to the hardness in front.

"Better. But I'm still waiting."

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"Well, there are several things to do that don't involve hands," Mictain said, licking the angel's neck again. "Some of them involve mouth, some... other things." He tried to ignore the unpleasant feeling that filled him whenever Raphael reminded him about the purely physical nature of their relationship. After all, it wasn't like he wanted anything else. This was quite enough for him, having Raphael, having his angel. There was nothing else he could wish for, right? Right?

Squeezing Raphael's erection, he then started to slowly stroke it, at the same time bringing his other hand to the front as well to tease the healer's nipples. He banished the bathrobe that still covered the angel's lovely form and brought the smaller being even closer to himself, heated skin meeting heated skin, his own erection pressed against Raphael's naked back.

Licking the angel's neck one more time, Mictain then whispered heatedly into his ear, "You smell delicious."

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Raphael snorted indignantly and miracled his clothing back on, facing him in a huff.

"You know damn well what I meant. And I don't care if you think I taste like filet mignon - since you're being so obtuse about it I'm leaving."

After all, he could always work on himself if it became absolutely necessart. But if Mic was going to tiptoe around the issue then he could play the waiting game until the demon decided he was through playing around.

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Now, Mictain had had quite enough. He was trying to play nicely and make sure to keep his demonic instincts under control, and what did he get for his pains? Insults and frustration. Apparently it was time for a different approach. The healer was just asking for it, the way he kept talking like he was the biggest idiot in existence. Okay, so maybe his mind wasn't as sharp as most people's, but even he could take only so much.

"Oh, no, you're not," he said, placing his hands on Raphael's waist. He lifted the smaller being easily into the air and, uncaring about his protests, carried him back to the bed, dropping him on top of the pillows and blankets quite unceremoniously. Straddling Raphael's thighs, he ran sharp claws through the seams of the angel's clothing -- still making sure he didn't scratch Raphael's skin, of course --, peeling the cloth from the smaller being. He repaired the clothing after getting it away from around Raphael -- no use making the angel angry at him for leaving it torn -- and threw it away.

"So is this what you want?" he purred into Raphael's ear, now hovering over the healer on his hands and knees. He trailed one still clawed hand between Raphael's thighs. Withdrawing the claws and wishing for some lubrication to appear on his hand -- he may not have a lot of experience, but after two millennia of unfulfilled dreams he'd certainly learnt his theory well enough -- he then pressed one finger against Raphael's entrance. And, with a kiss on the angel's lips, inside.

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Raphael grinned, just a little bit, as he felt himself dragged off. It was still possible to get the reaction he wanted, if he played things right. He'd been hoping that the demon's desire would override his propriety or hesitance - and it seemed it had.

He looked into the demon's eyes and smirked.

"Why yes, in fact, it is."

Then he leaned foward and bit the other viciously on the shoulder. His body quivered with a mix of pain and pleasure as the other entered and he failed to do the courtesy he was extended, scratching the other's back as he was penetrated.

Now if only Mic kept it up.

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As unlikely as it seemed, the feeling of Raphael's bite on his shoulder, then the dull angel nails on his back only excited Mictain further. With much less hesitance he added another finger, moving them around, stretching the healer's entrance -- oh, but it was so small and tight -- placing licks and kisses and tiny bites all over Raphael's shoulders and chest. This was exactly what he had been dreaming of for so very long.

At last he decided it was enough. Withdrawing his fingers, he lifted Raphael's knees a bit to move his legs aside, positioning himself between the delicious thighs. Figuring that asking for permission would only annoy Raphael further, he then closed his lips over those of the angel in a heated kiss, at the same time starting to work his way aside. It took all his self-control not to bury his claws in the angel's soft flesh.

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As he felt himself being opened and torn, the healer's persistent squeaks became longer, high pitched squeals that indicated his pleasure. He clutched harder and felt his nails dig into flesh.

When he was kissed, he forced ihs tongue inside and when Mic finally entered, his bit the demon's lip. His hips thrust upward and flesh slid against flesh. He had spent so much time dreaming of this moment...

And it was even better than he'd imagined.

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Raphael bit his lip, his nails digging into flesh as deep as angelic nails could, and he didn't care. Or, rather, he did care, for it made him all the more excited as he moved further into Raphael, the healer's hips rising to meet him. Oh, but it was incredible, absolutely incredible.

The demon inside him was howling with joy as he began to move within Raphael, short thrusts growing longer at the same time as they began faster, tongue gliding against Raphael's insistent one just like the rest of their bodies moved against each other. Raphael was so delicious and so small beneath him, a fragile beauty full of hidden fierceness, definitely capable of defending himself should need be. Not that he'd ever doubted that, of course; he just enjoyed protecting Raphael.

Now was not the time to be protective and shield Raphael from all pain. It must hurt, especially given their size difference, but he was certain there was also pleasure in it. He could feel it in Raphael, in the way the other's tongue made its way into his mouth, in the nails scratching his back, small body moving to meet him again and again.

Two millennia of futile dreams and waiting, he decided, had definitely been worth it all.

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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. .

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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.