Broken Circle

Rai lay there in bed, her still naked body huddled beneath the sheets and Michael's jacket that he had left to help keep her warm. Shd bed been too cold and too tired to retrieve her clothes from the floor and foot of her bed for what little warmth they provided. So, she lay there beneath his heavy leather jacket his warmth and scent sinking into her very being and making her as warm as she had been when they had been having sex. She flushed at that thought, never thinking that anything like that would ever happen to her since Adam died. She had hoped to marry Adam, but Lilith had stopped that dream from coming true; still something told her that even if Adam had still been alive, she would have ended up with the archangel anyways.

She smiled slowly, despite what people might think about the red headed gothic Angel he really wasn't that bad. She tilted her head to the door she she heard it open and one of the nurses walk in with her food for the day. The nurse had a plump grandmotherly look to her and her black hair was slowly starting to fade to silver.

"I see you had a visitor," said the nurse, with a raised eyebrow, taking in the scattered clothing and long heavy jacket that acted as a comforter to the small female.

"Yes ma'am," said Rai, seating up and deciding to put her clothes on quickly before the cold had a chance to seep into her bones.

"Am I to take it that?" and the nurse left the rest of question hang off in the air. Rai flushed slightly and nodded her eyes unusually bright, a good sign in the nurse’s opinion. "Well," said the nurse, seating the dinner tray down on the table and taking the warm soup and desk chair she took a seat by Rai and handed the girl her soup. mus must say that this man must have a very large impact on your life for you to react to him in such a way. Is he your mold for the angel male you seem to have taken to drawing since the news?"

"Yes ma'am," said Rai eating the soup at a medium pace so she didn't burn her tongue but also so it didn't get cold. "He is."

"An angel in gothic clothing," said the nurse. "What an interesting thought. Now you eat up the rest of that soup Miss. Rai," said the nurse pushing the bowl back gently. "A girl like you needs to eat healthier. Kami knows they don't feed you girls as much as they should andneedneed to get you back up to strength."

"Yes ma'am," said Rai, blushing at the attention the older woman was giving her, attention that her mother had never really given her as a child. "I finished."

"Good," said the nurse taking the soup and handing her the role and glass of milk. "Now eat that roll and milk, you don't want to know what they did to the rest of the food we don't need you losing weight again."

"Okay," said Rai, nibbling gingerly at the stale role and washing it down with the collk. lk.

"There's a girl," said the nurse taking the empty glass from Rai and placing it on the try and the chair back where it was. "Oh yes," she said handing the girl a bag of cut up apple slices. "Eat these and good night, Miss Rai."

"Good night, Mrs. Ka," said Rai before the door shut.

Rai leaned against the head board and slowly began to nibble on the apples being careful not to get anything on Michael's jacket. She sighed and closed her eyes before opening them again and remembering when Michael had dropped in on her a week after the attack on Adam and surprised her.


Flashback__________________________________________________________________

Music drifted through the room its soothing song washing over her and soothing her weary body. Rai's eyes were closed and her blonde hair feel against her back in a long braid, her slender body clothed in a little black dress. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the hot breath on her face coming from the new arrival that was crouching eye level with her on top of her piano staring at her. When she finally ended the song she opened her eyes slowly and blinked a few times allowing them to come into focus and take in the clothing that the male on her piano was wearing. He was wearing baggy black leather pants a white shirt that was open half way to reveal his muscled chest and part of the dragon tattoo on his chest, with a black jacket over it and big black combat boots.

"Hello Rai," he said seductively; shooting his face closer to hers so that their noses were centimeters from touching.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to steal your soul.”

He grinned at his own joke and leaned forward, only to fall face-planted against the cold marble floor; Rai glaring down at his crumpled form.

“That isn’t funny,” she informed him coldly.

“It was just a joke!” Michael protested, “Jesus, calm the fuck down-”

“Calm down?!”

Rai took another step backwards as the redhead sat down on the piano bench, pouting as she continued to reprimand him.

“How the Hell do you expect me to calm down, Michael!? How the Hell are YOU so calm!? Did you forget what happened?!”

“She isn’t after me,” Michael responded, more a bitter realization than arrogance.

“Well that’s pretty obvious,” Rai returned dryly and spun around, folding her arms underneath her breasts.

The archangel sighed and shook his head. “Rai-”

“Who is she? Why did she call me Eve? Why did she tear Adam apart like he was some chunk of beef?”

Michael wanted to respond that the demon queen tore Adam apart like he was some chunk of beef because he was some chunk of beef, but he could practically smell the tears rolling down her pale face; the blonde sniffling pathetically as she raised a hand to wipe the pesky droplets away. The redhead spaced out, his golden eyes tracing over her figure absentmindedly, before Rai turned her head, glaring viciously at him.

“Answer the questions! And don’t lie and say you don’t know- it’s pretty obvious you two know each other by how she started talking to you in that, that language!”

“Rai…”

“ANSWER ME!”

Michael blinked; then nodded. “All right.”

Rai spun around all the way, her cerulean eyes observing him suspiciously. Obviously she had been expecting at least some sort of struggle.

“You…Will?”

Michael nodded again; a big smformforming on his face. “But only if you kiss me.”

The blonde almost fell over, recollecting her balance, but couldn’t keep the anxiety out of her voice.

“WHAT?!”

“Don’t you hear good?” Michael wanted to know with a lifted eyebrow, “I said- I will answer your questions, but only if you kiss me.”

He repeated himself so deliberately slow paired up with hand gesticulations that Rai could no longer contain her anger, her right eye twitching as she screamed.

“I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’D STOOP SO-”

“No kiss, no answers,” Michael responded plainly and folded his arms resolutely before thinking of something else. “And I don’t mean on the cheek either. I mean a big kiss- on the lips- AND you gotta pretend you like it too.”

The blonde growled, clenching and unclenching her fists before tossing her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m Michael,” the redhead responded brightly, and grinned at her. “Now come here.”

It didn’t even sound like an option anymore, more like a command. Rai glared at the archangel, who only stared back at her with a smile so annoying she wanted to smack it off his face. But that wasn’t going to get her anywhere.

He had better have some good answers.

Rai gasped when she felt the red haired male pull her against him and into a tight embrace. Her breathing increased and her into body flushed with embarrassment at being so close to this male. She could feel the heat coming off his body and she felt something pressing against her, causing her blush to deepen because she knew on some level what it was.

"Now," he whispered his voice low and husky in her ear. "About that kiss..."

Rai opened her mouth to respond but didn't have a chance to because he had already latched onto her lips. The kiss was clumsy and awkward and she wondered how much experience he had had with other females; something told her that he had slim to none. She closed her eyes and whimpered when his tongue slide into her mouth. His arm held her tighter against him and his other hand dug into her hair tilting her head slightly so he could get a betfeelfeel for her lips. Rai's hands dug into his shirt her hands flexing almost has if she were trying to fight the feelings that were rising within her thanks to the kiss. His hand slide down her back, causing a shiver to rise up and down her spine, before it latched onto her rear end and gave it a playful squeeze.

She gasped into his mouth and shuddered when his lips left her mouth and moved to her throat.

"Wait," whimpered Rai, trying to get free from his embrace but not being able to break free. "You said just a kiss."

The hand that wasn't in her hair slide down to past her rear and to the bottom of her dress and disappeared under the material of the silk black dress. Rai began to panic when she felt his warm, calloused hand sliding over her smooth thigh and began to struggle against his hold tears streaming down her face and mixing with the dried ones. She shrieked when she felt his hand brush against the lower part of her rear and she drew her hand back and slapped him before she could stop herself.

She froze and felt her heart pick up in speed as he stood there holding her against him his face turned to the side. Rai paled she had seen what he had been capable of with Adam- who had earned a black belt- and she feared what he would do to her, who had no knowledge of self defense what so ever.

Michael turned his head back around to face her again; his eyes glittering with the same irritation that tugged at his lips. The blonde tried to back away from his piercing stare, but it only made the redhead grip onto her tighter, hooking one arm around her waist while the other drew back.

Rai stared at the clenched fist, her mind racing for some way- any way out- but the same time it took to panic was the same time Michael used to lunge; the blonde squeezing her eyes shut in expectation for the worst- but it never came. She opened an eye precariously; then the other as she stared at the punch frozen midway right in front of her nose. The redhead’s expression didn’t change as he slowly transformed his fist into a gun-shape with his thumb and pointer finger then jabbed the tip of her nose sharply with it with a single statement.

“Bang.”

Rai blinked a couple times, unsure of how to respond to this, but as the boy’s face went back to that know-it-all smirk she hated so much, she was able to settle on detest; jerking away sharply.

“That’s not funny,” she snapped.

“Yes it was,” the archangel protested, “you should’ve seen the look on your face!”

“Is it impossible for you to act your age?!” Rai demanded, “MY GOD you act like you’re six!”

“I’m sure as fuck older than you,” the redhead blurted out before he could catch himself, causing the female to balance her weight on one leg and cross her arms.

“Oh really?”

“Umm…Yeah.”

Michael blinked, feeling the powerful hands of awkward silence hook around his throat. The archangel glanced off at something outside the window; sneaking a glance back at the blonde, only to find her glare still fixed on him, and sighed through his teeth. Why the fuck was she so mad at him for? It wasn’t like HE was the one who ran her boyfriend through. If she didn’t insist on being so damn stubborn, he’d have her on the floor writhing and moaning.

Mortal women were so fickle. He hadn’t even spent that much time out of Heaven and he knew that. Always fussing over the littlest details; pretending not to be interested in a selected mate to drive them half-insane. Like emotional time bombs. Now female angels, they weren’t so difficult to read, but in Heaven there weren’t so many strings attached to sex. You want something, you take it, and if you’re good enough your partner won’t complain. This was something Raphael lived by like the Holy Book, but Raphael had issues that only a human anonymous group could cater to. But maybe there was more to it than that. After all, he lusted after this girl as much as he did the dream of kicking his twin brother’s ass all through Hell, and she was making it almost painfully hard.

Heheh…Hard.

Rai took the moment to notice that he was preoccupied to silently move out of the room; unfortunately for her Michael heard her faint foot steps and in half a second had her pinned to the wall with his body.

"Going somewhere, cutie?" He asked his face and his entire body once again invading her personal space and his scent invading her senses.

She had to admit the boy was very persistent about what he wanted, which at the moment was her. She felt his hands slide down her body to cup her rear.

"What is it with you and my butt?!" she shrieked.

"I like how it feels in my hands," answered Michael giving it a squeeze.

"You are such a pervert!" she shrieked trying to get his hands off of her rear end but failing.

"How about a kiss?" asked Michael, moving in to kiss the annoyed girl which only made her more appealing to him.

"I think-" The rest of what Rai would have said was broken off when Michael latched onto her lips again and started kissing her again.

"Yum," grinned Michael, licking his lips and smirking.

"Hey," protested Rai, remembering their deal seconds before he initiated another kiss. "I kissed you, TWICE, now I want some answers!"

Michael stared at her for several seconds in shock before pulling back and taking a seat on the piano bench, pouting like a spoiled five year old.

"Fine," he muttered, wishing she had forgotten all about the deal. "What do you want to know?"

"Who the hell was that woman?!"

"Lilith."

"How the hell does she know your name?!"

"She sleeps with my brother."

"She sleeps with Raphael?" asked Rai completely confused.

"No," said Michael bitterly. "She sleeps with my other brother."

"You have another brother?" asked Rai curiously, not realizing that she was starting to tread on very dangerous grounds. "Who?"

"Do not question me about my brother!" shouted Michael, grabbing onto her arms and slamming her back into thel. l. "Do you understand me?" He whispered; his fury barely contained. "Do you understand me?"

Rai nodded hastily, staring wide-eyed at the archangel, who only stared back calmly re bre blinking twice with a tilt of his head.

"You know…You’re really cute when you’re trembling with fear, kinda like a cornered bunny.”

The blonde nodded again, partly from shock and also from a loss of response. Better silent than say something wrong and get the bipolar redhead angry again. She didn’t even want to test that water. Michael didn’t pay attention, fixing his attention shamelessly on her chest, watching it rise and fall with her breathing. Rai’s mouth opened to mutely protest the boy pressing the side of his head to her chest, the blonde unsure of what exactly he was doing until he spoke again.

“Your heartbeat is racing,” he informed her, “is that fear? Or are you turned on?”

Rai shoved him off before her mind could protest, folding her arms protectively over her breasts.

“You really think you’re something, don’t you?” She asked.

“Yep,” Michael returned cheerfully, “I am something, or else I’d be nothing, and therefore would not exist.”

Rai lifted an eyebrow silently, the archangel throwing up his hands.

“Come on! You must be lonely and depressed,” he grinned, tilting his head again cutely, “how about some comfort?”

“Comfort?!” Rai repeated, “the only thing you’ve done since you got here is give me a headache.”

“I can fix that,” Michael responded and before the blonde could get away, snatched her hand, tracing a finger over the L-shaped curve between her forefinger and thumb before pressing firmly against that space of skin.

“What are you doing?” Rai demanded before blinking, her eyebrows knitting together, “it’s clearing up…”

“Pressure points,” the redhead responded simply and looked up with a grin. “I know where all of them are.”

“Pressure points,” repeated Rai slowly.

“Yes,” said Michael, proceeding to invade her personal space for the who knows what many times that night. “I know how to cause pain, how to ease pain, and how to cause unbelievable pleasure. Would you like me to demonstrate? Well,” he continued, without even waiting for her to respond, running a finger along the skin between her thumb and forefinger, every now and then licking it suggestively. “Since I have shown you how to ease pain, perhaps now I should show you a pressure point for pleasure, but one for pain.”

Before Rai could protest, Michael jabbed his thumb behind one of her ears; Rai’s eyes widened and she screamed at the sudden burst of pain that was spreading throughout her body. She collapsed to her knees whimpering when he removed his thumb, lowering himself down to sit on his feet and pulling the girl into an embrace and onto his lap. “Now,” he stated soothingly. “For pleasure.”

Through half-lidded eyes she felt his hand somewhere along her body and felt a wave of pleasure cascade down her body and cause a shiver of pleasure to run along her nervous system. She was aware of his other hand cupping her head tenderly, while his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking gently. Her eyes closed when his hand pressed harder on the pressure point and another wave of dizzying pleasure raced through her core, stopping at her stomach. She closed her eyes and could hear him purring in content. The hand that wasn’t cng hng her head slid underneath her dress and rested along her lower back.

He lowered them onto the floor, his body resting between her legs and he proceeded to suck on her neck. His hands lowered to the hem of her dress and he was in the process of pushing it past her hips so he could catch slight of her slowly moistening underwear, when he heard someone yelling and he jerked away from her; sitting up.

“Miss Rai!” Shouted an older female voice. “Dinner is ready!”

“Thank you!” Shouted Rai and blinked, feeling a sense of disappointment and relief wash over her. “Where did he go?” She asked herself as she glanced around the room and found the red haired youth gone.

She stood up and blushed; feeling her panties slightly wet between the legs and turned her head, praying that it hadn’t gotten to her dress. It had. She cursed and rushed out of the ballroom where her piano was kept and up the stairs to her room; shutting the door.

“Miss Rai?” Asked one of the maids; tapping at the door. “Cook says that dinner is ready.”

“I know,” said Rai, stripping out of her dress and panties. “I just want to change and I will be down in a minute.”

Michael watched the girl from a tree hidden by the branches. He licked his lips hungrily when he watched her remove the black dress. Her skin looked as soft as it had felt; if that woman hadn’t interrupted them at that moment he had no doubt he would have had her on the floor begging him for release. His eyes wed wed when she removed her underwear and he waited to see if she would remove her bra too.

“I never took you for a Peeping Tom,” said a new voice beside him.

Raphael.

It was the blonde archangel; Michael didn’t need to look to his side to tell him that.

“I never had a reason up until now,” the redhead said simply.

“That’s cute,” Raphael returned, “that’s really cute. You sd trd try using that the next time you start harassing her.”

“I was not harassing her! I bet you anything she hasn’t had anything like that with the damn human!”

“Please. If the first human was bad in bed, his kind wouldn’t exist.”

Michael muttered something Raphael didn’t pick up besides the word, “rape” and could make up test est for himself; rolling his eyes.

“He didn’t rape her, Michael.”

“He brainwashed her,” Michael responded, “don’t you remember? Adam wouldn’t stop whining until he had himself another wife who wouldn’t leave him. That’s why God made Eve from his rib, so they could brainwash her into submission and so she wouldn’t get headstrong and run offe…HEe…HER.”

Raphael didn’t respond, his pallid eyes focusing on Rai’s bedroom window, as if a divine message would appear there.

“What happened, Raphael?” the redhead wanted to know, “just when we thought Lilith was satisfied with her kingdom, she comes and does this.”

“She’s unpredictable,” Raphael responded grimly, “she amuses herself with keeping Heaven on its toes, and what’s more of a shock to our system than coming out of her den to run her hand through her ex-husband’s rib cage like a stick of hot butter?”

“She’s too interested in Rai for my comfort,” Michael said and turned his head, “aren’t you supposed to be doing something about all this? You’re her nemesis after all.”

“Before you start pointing fingers, I’ll tell you why I came.” The blonde ran a hand through his hair; opening his eyes to stare through the window again. “Do you remember Solomon?”

“Isn’t he dead or something?”

Raphael rolled his eyes again. “at that time shall Michael rise up, the great prince, who standeth for the children of thy people- the stupid dumbasses.”

“Don’t you quote the Bible at me!” Michael hissed, “tell me what Solomon has to do with anything.”

“Back in the day, God made me give Solomon the knowledge of how to submit demons into easy slave labor for his temple,” Raphael explained, “when Solomon died the information was passed on, and bee been used to make a…Recreational bazaar.”

The redhead slapped a hand over his eyes, muttering in their language.

“There’s more,” the blonde added, “this bazaar is obviously in Israel where his temple was built. Lilith came from the Tigris-Euphrates, which is close enough to milk some local demons for information.”

“You intend to go to this bazaar and play detective with some demon slaves?” Michael concluded.

“In a nutshell, yes.”

Michael reviewed this plan in his head; then blinked.

“They’ll know who you are.”

“I’ll take my chances. Besides, I need the vacation.”

“And instead of going to Hawaii like a normal asshole, you decide to go to some demon theme park in Israel.” Michael smirked. “Don’t forget to bring plenty of sun lotion, and a bullet-proof vest.”

“I’ll miss you too,” Raphael returned dryly and disappeared; leaving the redhead to himself.