(no subject)

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

Date: April 20, 2006
Setting: First St. James' Park, Then Elsewhere
Status: Private (Mictain and Raphael -- complete)
Summary: Mictain and Raphael meet again.
Rating:


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.

Comments

[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

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.

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

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.

[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

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.

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

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.

[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

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.

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

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.

[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

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.

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

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.

[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

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?"

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

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."

[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

"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.

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

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.

[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

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.

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

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?"

[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

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.

[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

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

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