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Date: April 20, 2006
Setting: First St. James' Park, Then Elsewhere
Status: Private (Mictain and Raphael -- complete)
Summary: Mictain and Raphael meet again.
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Mictain ran a clawed hand through his red-streaked hair for the umpteenth time. There was nothing self-confident in the gesture now, no matter how he had perfected it to give off the feeling of perfect self-confidence and power. Now it was just his old shelf showing through -- a sign of nervousness.

The very same sign that had got him into this whole mess to begin with.

Well, this time it wouldn't be a mess. He could do this, really, he could. He would meet Raphael, and he would make Raphael believe that he would never hurt him again, and, eventually, he would have Raphael back.

That was how it would go. Really, it was. There was no need to be nervous.

Still his whole being was thrumming with nervousness as he neared St. James' park. The part that loved Raphael was inwardly weeping at what he'd done to the beautiful being, while the part that simply lusted after the healer was determined not to repeat its mistake. Obviously having the healer by force wouldn't work, so he would try a different approach. Even his most demonic instincts were ready to obey the loving part's will if it meant the possibility of having Raphael.

Mictain was perhaps not terribly bright, but, unlike Uriel, he could concentrate. Wehn he got his mind set on something, he went on until he got what he wanted, regardless of any outside interference. And what he wanted now, what he had wanted for over two millennia now, was Raphael.

To get Raphael, he would do anything.

Black wings shining in the sun, he landed close to the duck pond.

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Raphael spotted him long before he landed and his heart sped up as the demon grew nearer and nearer.

When he finally touched down, Raphael came out from beneath the shadow of the near-by trees and walked towards Mictain, forcing himself to go slowly.

"Hello," he said with a single, quiet breath.

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Mictain saw Raphael approaching and froze momentarily. Oh, but the healer was even more beautiful than he had used to be, if such a thing was possible. Careful not to scare the angel, he gave Raphael a small, fangless smile.

"Hi, Raphael," he said quietly. "You look as beautiful as ever, I see," he added then, entirely truthful. Demons did not lie by default, after all, not matter what many angels (mistakenly) thought.

He did not walk towards Raphael, nor did he make any other gesture that could be interpreted as threatening. He'd be careful this time around. As careful as a being with his temper could, anyway.

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"Thank you," he said, returning the smile. "And you seem as strong as ever. I've missed you..." He started to walk hesitantly toward him, then stopped. His body trembled and he looked towards the ground.

"I've come back. I'll stay. Just please... don't frighten me again. It hurt. Don't hurt me - I will never give you cause to do so again.

"Okay?" He asked, lifting his head and looking at him with glassy eyes.

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Mictain drew a deep breath, trying to choose a proper reaction. After a moment he decided to simply go with what felt most natural. Walking up to Raphael, hoping it wouldn't frighten the angel, he drew the much smaller being into a gentle embrace.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, and he was -- he was sorry for attacking Raphael because doing so had got him banished from the Manor. Holding Raphael close to himself, he repeated, "I'm sorry. I won't do such a thing again, I promise. I don't want to hurt you, and I'm terribly sorry I did. I've missed you too, Raphael, every moment of every day..."

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For a moment, Raphael was unable to speak. Then he slowley nodded and held on to the larger being.

"Then let's never speak of it again," he whispered. "Just... just lets go. Somewhere, away, where nobody will see us, where nobody will harm us.

"I do not wish to return to that place without you - but I put myself in your hands. Whatever you think is best, whatever you want of me, I will do it. Watch over me and I will be obedient."

Tears slid down his face and he looked up.

"Where do we go from here?"

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"You'll have to return eventually, Raphael," Mictain sighed. "I wish it wasn't so, as I can't go there with you, but... In the end, it is the only place where you will be safe. I'm not giving you up now, but I don't want to lose you simply because I cannot keep you safe all the time." He smiled sadly. "You know how I'm at doing things, Raphael. When my temper gets the better of me..." Shaking his head, he sighed again. "Eventually, you'll have to return to Adam. As much as I'd love to have you beside me forever, I can't keep you safe all the time."

He looked down at the lovely creature in his arms, gently caressing the other's pale cheek and wiping off the tears. "I love you, Raphael," he said softly, and meant it. "I love you, and I don't want to see you hurt, by myself or anybody else."

With a small smile, he continued, "What do you say if we simply went somewhere for a few days, just the two of us? I'm sure nobody will miss you at the Manor if you're only gone for a while. We can later meet again, too -- and, once I'm sure you'll be absolutely safe with me or I'm able to return to the Manor, we can be together all the time.

"You don't have to be obedient, my lovely Raphael. I am not your commander, just a being who loves you. Just trust me -- if you can -- and care about me at least a bit. That's all I'm asking of you."

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"I don't want to!" He pleaded. "I don't want to... but I will if you tell me I must."

Then he smiled, brightly.

"I would love to go with you! Anywhere, just as long as we can be together.

"As for being my commander - I hear you are one now, are you not?" He smiled. "I'm rather fond of the imp you sent. Neville. Watch him, if you can, and I will be grateful to you for it.

"I do care, though. Very much." He closed his eyes and felt at rest. "I'm ready to show you, too. Lift me up and carry me anywhere - I do not mind. Wherever you'd like to go, I will accompany you as far as I am able."

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"Yes, I am a commander," Mictain replied, raising an eyebrow in slight amusement. "Just for a bunch of fiends, imps, and lower Fallen, though -- if I got too powerful, I might be seen as a threat to Lucifer's favourites, and that would mean bad things to me." At the mention of Neville he grinned a bit. "Yeah, the thing isn't as stupid as his kind usually are -- not that that's telling much, him being an imp. Don't worry, though. If you truly like him, I will be sure not to let any harm come to him."

At Raphael's next words, he froze for a while. Then, however, he very gently picked Raphael up into his arms, holding the light body close to himself. "Anywhere, eh?" he echoed softly, placing a light kiss on the corner of the other's mouth -- he dared not kiss Raphael on the lips just yet, but any farther away would have seemed like a crime now that he was presented with such a perfect opportunity. "Let's see how far my wings can take us, then..."

He did know already, though, that his wings could indeed carry them to the place he had in mind. He was strong and could easily fly long distances even with the added weight of Raphael in his arms. All he wanted right now was have Raphael all to himself somewhere with no other people to disturb them. No other supernatural beings, anyway.

Yes, he actually had an idea where to go. There were many beautiful places in Lake District... Provided Raphael didn't dislike the idea, of course.

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"I do - watch out for him."

Raphael smiled joyfully as he felt his body lifted off the ground. The air rushing past them was exhilarating and he nearly cried again. Going limp in Mic's arms, he trusted him utterly to carry him anywhere and simply enjoyed the feel of the beautiful day.

Mictain's scent was calming and the sky was open and bright. Anything they did now would make him happy.

For once, he'd been right. It was all better now.

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Raphael's small body felt almost weightless in his arms as he flew, not sure whether he was actually going anywhere particular and not caring. As long as he had Raphael with him, everything was perfect.

He didn't know exactly how long it had been when he finally decided to land. Any original plans he'd had had fled his mind during the flight, the air sweeping past them and Raphael's closeness flling his mind. Now he glanced around. They were in a middle-sized town; where it was or what its name was, he wasn't exactly sure. It didn't matter, however. As long as there was a hotel in it where they could spend a few days, it was perfect.

Glancing down at Raphael in his arms, he smiled. "Satisfied, my love?"

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There was an intense mixture of relief and ecstasy that flooded through Raphael at hearing Mic call him affectionate names once more, at being together with him.

"Of course I'm satisfied." He kissed Mic's chest, the flesh closest to him. "You're here with me aren't you? Then I am happy."

He slid to the ground and held his lover's hand.

"Do you know where we are?"

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"Actually, I've no idea," Mictain replied truthfully. "I did have a plan as of where to go, but I kind of forgot it on the way. However, I do know this is nowhere near the Manor. Nobody is going to disturb us here."

Folding his wings and allowing himself to become visible to human eyes, he then pressed a kiss on Raphael's forehead. "How about we find ourselves somewhere to stay for the next few days?"

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"That would be wonderful," Raphael murmured, nuzzling his chest. "Should we eat first? Or just find ourselves a place to sleep?" He asked, grinning.

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Mictain's heart raced a bit faster at the angel's words, but he forced himself to stay calm. "Whichever you would prefer, my love," he replied. "The choice is yours."

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The healer gave the demon's hand an affectionate squeeze.

"Find a place with decent room service and we can do both," he said, eyes twinkling.

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Mictain smirked a bit. "Sounds like a plan." He held Raphael's hand as he started walking, looking for the nearest decent hotel. Rather soon he indeed spotted one, leading their way towards it.

He got them a room*, only half aware of doing so. Most of his concentration was on Raphael, Raphael's hand on his, Raphael standing beside him, Raphael, Raphael, Raphael.

Eventually Raphael would have to return to the Manor to stay safe, but for now, there was nobody but the two of them.

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*He actually paid for the room beforehand, too, not wanting to use any tricks to avoid paying that might upset Raphael. It didn't matter anyway since he simply conjured the money he needed.

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As they finally found a place to stay for the night and got themselves a room, Raphael was careful to let Mictain lead them each step of the way. He didn't want to look too pushy, too forceful.

When they finally reached the room, he leaned against Mic and smiled happily.

"Lovely," he murmured.

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Mictain smiled as Raphael leant against him, wrapping his arms around the smaller being. "You are lovely, my dear Raphael," he replied quietly. He presed a kiss on top of the angel's head, then asked, "So, did you want to get anything to eat?"

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He shook his head.

"Not at the moment. I'm not hungry just yet. But I think you might be able to help me work up an apetite."

He took a step towards teh bed and gestured to it.

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Mictain grinned. "I think I would like that," he said. Then, however, a thought rose into his mind, a thought horrible enough to mute even the growing lustful cries of his most demonic instincts.

"Are you sure about this, Raphael?" he asked softly, caressing the other's cheek. "I don't want you to do anything because you are scared or feel like you have to. I don't want to mess this up once again."

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"No, no... It's OK," he reassured him. "I'm positive. This is something I want to do.

"I messed up, not you, and I've missed this. Besides, I've been waiting for the chance to make things right - don't deny me that."

He sat down on the bed.

"I am ready and will wait until you are also."

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Mictain smiled in slight relief. He wanted Raphael, wanted him more than anything, but he didn't want to destroy everything again. Therefore, to hear those words from the lovely healer's lips... It was wonderful.

He settled himself on the edge of the bed beside Raphael, then gently pushed the angel back onto the bed. Leaning over the now lying figure of the healer, he kissed the oh-so-inviting lips. Oh, how he had missed this!

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Raphael returned the kiss carefully and nudge his hips upward, hoping that Mictain would take the initiative and go to disrobe him.

But he wasn't going to get impatient, not this time. This time he would wait and let Mictain do what he needed, let him take all the time he wanted. His eager body twitched but his lips remained only slightly parted, waiting to be touched with another kiss rather than spewing venom.

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Mictain pressed another kiss on Raphael's lips almost immediately after they had parted, wanting to feel more of the intoxicating taste of his angel. And yes, it was his angel now, his lovely angel who was his to hold and love for once. The mere thought felt incredible; it was almost too good to be true.

He noticed Raphael's twitch, and realized then that he needn't try to hold back so as not to scare Raphael away. Raphael wasn't hesitant, he was.

Why did he hesitate? He wanted Raphael, after all. Wanted him with every cell in his body. And Raphael, apparently, wanted him.

With this in mind, he started to relieve Raphael of his robe, placing tiny kisses along the angel's neck and jawline.

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When Mictain began to lift up his clothing and kiss him, Raphael twisted so that he could better feel the kisses running along his skin. A shiver ran through his body and he made soft, apprciative noises.

He reached for Mictain's belt and started to undo the buckle. He could feel the erection pressing against the fabric and wanted very much to touch it, stroke it and feel it beneath his hands.

As they continued, he also miracled the sheets and blanket over them so that they were beneath the fabric where is was soft and warm. He pulled a zipper and touched the length through his boxers.

Then he miracled them away and touched the tip very softly with two of his fingers.

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No, Raphael was definitely not hesitant. Mictain noticed this better than well as a hand at first undid the buckle of his belt, then unzipped his trousers. A moan escaped his lips as a hand touched his erection at first through the fabric of his boxers, then, suddenly, without any obstacle. Unable to stop himself, he nudged his hips forward, towards Raphael's lovely hand. At the same time he continued his own efforts of getting the angel undressed, now more hastied and less coherent. He didn't even notice the first miracle that had left them covered with soft fabric beyond some little still functioning part of his brain registering the slight increase in temperature.

Pure need and desire were building up inside him. He had to have Raphael.

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In an instant Raphael did away with the rest of Mic's clothing below the waist and used his hand to stroke the erection, gliding smoothly across the flesh. He could feel Mic pulsing, both their bodies reacting to the sensations.

The sheets were cool all of a sudden on his bare skin and Raphael spread his legs just slightly to allow Mic to do what he needed without interference.

And as he was touched and as Mic grew firmer, he gave a small, tremulous squeak.

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Although only barely able to think as Raphael started stroking his erection, Mictain did still comprehend the invitation of the angel's spread legs. Banishing what remained of either of their clothing and gliding his hand up the other's inner thigh, he caressed Raphael's hard length lightly before doing anything else.

Raphael squeaked. Squeaked, just like he had done back before any bad things had happened yet. And, for a moment, Mictain was certain that everything was right in the world. Then he returned to reality with what little coherency he still had and realized that it wasn't so. Everything was more than right.

Moving his hand lower between Raphael's legs, he conjured some lubrication onto his hand. Then, only a bit hesitantly, slid a finger inside the lovely angel.

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There was pain, even this time, but he let it slide by without a reaction. Instead he focused on the sensations and pleasurable feelings and smiled, smiled and clutched and nodded in appreciation.

It was a long time coming and their time might be brief, but for a moment it was all worthwhile.

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Mictain noticed to his satisfaction that Raphael seemed to be enjoying this. He carefully stretched the angel, placing kisses all over his neck and shoulders to hopefully distract from what pain there was.

Finally he decided it was enough and positioned himself between the other's spread legs, sliding his fingers out. However, no matter how badly he wanted this, he didn't want to hurt Raphael. Not again.

Therefore, he looked at the angel with serious eyes, worry and concern that he might hurt this beautiful being filling his mind. "May I?" he asked softly. He wanted to do this right this time.

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He nodded.

"Yeah," he said softly. "It's fine."

He was slightly apprehensive but the other's rather sudden and somewhat (though not completely) unexpected gentleness made it much easier. He lay in wait and tried not to tense up.

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Slowly, the memory of their last meeting making him ashamed, Mictain made his way inside. At the same time he claimed Raphael's lips in a kiss, again to distract him from the pain. Once he was finally there, he stopped for a while to give Raphael time to adjust.

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A kiss back and then...

"Keep going It's OK. I'll be fine," he whispered, his body thrumming and wishing to hurry.

But he would go at whatever pace his partner dictated.

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Mictain complied, starting to move within Raphael. Oh, but he had waited for this so long...

He ran his hands all over Raphael's lovely body while he moved, mapping every inch of the soft skin with his fingertips, kissing each of the lovely freckles on the other's face, enjoying the moment of their reunion as deeply as he could.

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The healer didn't speak, he simply felt and kissed, showing how much he enjoyed the experience. Inside, however, he exulted.

They were wrong... It can be fixed. It's alright now.

Everything is better.

And he shifted just a little in order to lean his head back on the pillow.

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One of Mictain's hands made its way between their bodies, starting to carefully stroke Raphael in time with his thrusts. In this moment he forgot it all, Lucifer's taunts, Hell, even the pain of the Fall. It had been worth it, he decided, as it had brought him here.

He tried not to remember that soon Raphael would have to leave again so that he would be safe.

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They built and built until there was a final burst at the end and he slumped, exhausted, against Mic. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep for a long while and forget about ever having to leave.

He didn't want to go back to the manor, though - something he probably ought to mention.

"Mic?" He said softly, his eyes closed. "What would you think about me... going home for a while?

"Up there?"

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Mictain thought about Raphael's words for a while. It wasn't perhaps the best time to do any serious thinking, shortly after sex, but then again, he was never too good in doing serious thinking so it hardly mattered. After a moment, he came to a conclusion, ignoring the protests of his more horny instincts. Raphael was all that mattered now.

"I will miss you," he said softly. "But, well, I'm used to it. If you think you'd be happier there, then go. I want you to be happy." Brushing his lips lightly over Raphael's cheek, he added, "I hope you'll come back eventually, though."

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"I'll... I'll try," he said, not wanting to make a promise he couldn't keep. He would miss Mic, but his want to go home was sharp inside of him, wearing him down.

"Thank you, though," he said, a little surprised at being let go so easily.

Comfortable, he fell asleep, relaxed and rather hopeful.

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Mictain watched quietly as Raphael fell asleep, apparently without any worry in the world. The angel was even more beautiful than usually when he was asleep. It hurt to think that he wouldn't see this beauty again for some time -- perhaps forever. However, if it made Raphael happy, he would force himself to stand back and let him go. He wouldn't allow Raphael to get hurt again because of him.

Stroking gently the coppery hair, he then let one of his nails form into the now familiar claw. Carefully, so as not to startle the angel awake, he cut a small lock of hair from Raphael's head. Tying it with a quickly conjured piece of thread, he then banished it to the pocket of his trousers. After this he lay back, content in knowing that although Raphael would perhaps go away, a part of the angel would still stay with him.

Right now, though, Raphael was there in his arms. And thus, he could sleep peacefully.

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He didn't know what time it was when he finally woke up. This time, however, he didn't budge. Instead, he simply continued to lie in his position, soaking in the heat and breathing softly, waiting for Mic to wake up.

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Mictain woke up. And, for the first time in a long, long time -- in fact, for the first time ever since he'd become Mictain -- he wasn't alone as he woke. Instead, Raphael was there in his arms. Wonderful, beautiful Raphael, so very warm as he lay beside him.

Noticing that the other was already awake, he pressed a light kiss on the coppery locks. "Good time of the day, beautiful," he said, not knowing the time and not really caring. "Slept well, I hope?"

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"Very well," he replied. "Very well indeed."

He sat up, still keeping Mic's arm around him and tugging the sheets along with him.

"So - shall we get started on the rest of our little break? The time is short; let's not waste it.

"What would you like to do first?"

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Mictain shrugged. "The only thing I can think of doing is spending time with you," he replied. "How about we get something to eat? If I recall right, you were thinking about eating last night."

As he said that, other memorie sof the night before rose to his mind, and he smirked slightly to himself. Oh, yes, everything was now perfect indeed.

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"I was. And that sounds lovely," he whispered.

He stood to dress and face the next precious few days that awaited them.