Broken Circle

Michael entered the apartment and slammed the door behind him, so hard that it nearly fell out of its trembling frame. He didn’t care. He was too pissed off to care about anything really. All his mind was focused on was the almost undeniable urge to stick a fork into somebody’s eye and listen to their screams of agony as blood spurted out of them like a red fountain. And coffee

Sweet merciful coffee, proof that there was indeed a God, if there ever were a skeptic in his divine presence. Two cups a day normally did him just fine, but he already had them both this morning. If he didn’t drink a third, he could always substitute it with hunting down their next door neighbor’s wife, a fat old cow who ran from him screaming about the spawn of Satan. Then again, Raphael would never shut up about that one.

Rules, rules, rules- rules were made to be broken, or to find loopholes in. People needed that kind of thinking for the Inquisition.

He sighed, throwing open random cabinets and hunting through them like a madman. Why did he have to be half-asleep when Raphael made the damn coffee?! Now he didn’t know where it was. He kicked the floor-level cabinet’s door, watching as it broke off easily; then sat down, massaging his forehead.

His nerves were shot- that damn girl shot his nerves. Just what was her problem? Was she allergic to men or something? The archangel was shocked to find that he hadn’t completely lost his patience with her. He didn’t want to rape her, but he didn’t understand what she was playing hard-to-get for when they both knew she was almost his the night after Lilith‘s appearance. Did she want him to change his name to Adam and smack her around too?

Fucking dead guy

He sighed, about to stand up, when his ears perked to the opening door; shutting momentarily before Raphael’s voice drifted from the front hallway. Michael didn’t even stop to wonder what his brother was talking to, jumping to his feet and bounding over eagerly.

“Oi! Raphael-sama! Where the fuck did you put the damn co-ffee…”

He let the last syllable drift into space, staring blankly at the female standing behind the other archangel.

“I didn’t know the circus was in town,” he finally said after careful consideration.

“This is my new friend,” Raphael announced; the redhead rolling his eyes, “Hessa, this is Michael- however, I’m sure you know about him already.”

Hessa silently raised her hand so the back of it was facing the redhead and dropped all but one finger into a universal gesture. The redhead glared, opening his mouth to shoot back a response, but only got so far as gaping at her face- sinister associations coming together in his mind. Michael snapped out of his trance quickly to face the blonde.

“Raphael…Can I talk to you for a moment-?”

“Most certainly,” Raphael answered, caught off-guard when the other archangel yanked him into the other room and slammed him up against the wall, trapping him there between his palms.

“What the Hell is that?” Michael hissed.

“What the Hell is what?” the blonde wanted to know.

“Don’t play dumb with me! What is it?!”

Raphael blinked. “You mean Hessa?”

“What the Hell is it?!”

“She has a name you know- and a gender.”

“She also is identical to Lilith! She’s like a shrunken version of Lilith!”

“….That would make sense.”

Michael leaned into Raphael, glaring up into his eyes. “WHY would it make sense?”

Raphael shoved him backwards, brushing off his already-dusty jacket. “First thing- calm down. Take a deep breath and count to ten. Second…There comes a time, when a male demon and a female demon want to get ‘close’ to each other. When Lilith left Adam, she umm…Met your brother, and as we all do, they were attracted to each other, and- Michael?”

Michael’s eyes had become so wide that Raphael could almost not see the sockets anymore. He shifted, attempting to ease away, but stopped cold at the shorter angel’s growl.

“You have GOT to be fucking me.”

“No, I’m not,” Raphael answered, before smirking with a mocking pat to his head, “but I can pencil you in for next week if you like-”

“AFTER ALL OF THOSE FUCKING LECTURES ABOUT BEHAVING MYSELF, YOU PICK UP A DEMON?!”

“Not a demon,” the blonde tried to reason in, “a fine pedigreed result of two fallen angels-”

“THAT‘S EVEN WORSE! THAT MAKES HER A CLOSE RELATION TO US! Oh Jesus…” He leaned against the wall, staring at his shoes. Raphael tilted his head in concern, reaching out to touch his shoulder, but Michael pushed him away.

“Hypocrite.”

“Are you going to be pissed off at me now?” The blonde demanded irritably.

“Not when I come home,” Michael responded and turned, heading straight for the door with Raphael in tow.

“Where are you going, Michael?”

Michael turned. “I’m off to fuck,” he answered bluntly. “If I don’t get any action tonight, you’ll know, because when I get home, I’m going to cut your wings off with a rusty spoon. Are we clear?”

“As crystal,” Raphael answered tranquilly.

Michael nodded, glancing over at Hessa for one last cringe of disgust before slamming the door behind him. Awkward silence sunk heavily around them, before the Lilim dared to break it.

“Well that was pleasant.”

“Eh,” was all the blonde responded with and turned, sauntering into the kitchen.

“Eh?” She repeated and jogged after him. “He threatens you and all you can say is ‘eh?’”

“I taught him all I know about getting women to take off their panties,” Raphael responded, “now it’s his time to go out into the world and find his own way.”

“…Are you on drugs?”

“I’m trying to lighten the mood a bit.” He turned around, catching her against the counter. “Relax, Hessa- it’s not healthy to be so tense about everything.”

“It’s not healthy to be so calm about everything,” Hessa responded.

“Are we still talking about Michael?” Raphael asked. “What? Are you worried that he‘ll come home with that spoon? Will you protect me?”

He smirked at her before turning his head to regard the hand gripping into his shoulder. Hessa stood up on tip-toe and hopped, trying to reach his ear; after a few minutes of this, the archangel finally gave up his entertainment and bent forward for her, looking at her as the Lilim whispered to him.

“Unless you want that rusty spoon-experience to happen much sooner, you’ll do me the favor of telling me where the shower is.”

“In the bathroom,” he answered pleasantly. “Go through the door behind us and take a right. You can’t miss it.”

“Good dog,” Hessa replied and shoved the grinning archangel away from her to take his directions. As she walked down the narrow hallway, the Lilim shrugged her shoulder to sniff it and cringed. They had been traveling all day overseas and she reeked of blood and angel. She needed to scrub the scent out of her and take a nice long rest.

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Unfortunately for Hessa, rest was far from the blonde archangel\'s mind. In fact, rest hadn\'t even entered it at all.

Hessa slipped out of the shower and wrapped one towel around her small body; making her skin seem even tanner against the white material. She took another towel and as she left the steamy bathroom, she began to dry off her hair. The moment she stepped out of the hallway and into the living room she immediately felt to slender arms wrap around her form and a face buried into her neck.

\"What do you want, you damn pig of an angel?!\" she snarled.

\"What most people want from you,\" responded Raphael calmly has he slipped a hand in between the towel folds and touched her core, pleased to learn that she shaved. \"I see you enjoy shaving.\"

\"Ass!\" snapped Hessa jerking away and glaring at him, ignoring the fact that he held the towel now.

\"You told me that you would be mine for a year,\" reminded Raphael. \"And I told you before that I haven\'t had sex in two weeks so be a good girl and satisfy me.\"

\"You sicken me,\" said Hessa taking a step forward into his embrace. \"You really sicken me.\"

\"The feeling is mutual, my dear Lilim.\"

Raphael wasted no more time in kissing the woman holding her against him with one arm while his other hand slide down her front to in between her thighs. Hessa moaned at the delicious contact of his hand on her skin and thrust her hips slightly. He pulled back and smirked down at her his eyes twinkling merrily while her own glared at him while flickering passion appeared and disappeared quickly.

Taking it has a challenge, Raphael slipped his fingers in deeper and increased the thrusting. Hessa\'s back arched and she cried out; her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders for support.

\"Do you want more?\" mocked Raphael, burying his nose in her neck and nipping at it slightly.

\"Bast…Bastard,\" gasped Hessa, when his fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot.

\"What was that?\" asked Raphael slowing the pace of his fingers. Hessa snarled at him her sharp teeth flashing in the light. \"Let me see…Should I give you what you want? I don\'t think I should. After all, you did just call me a bastard.\"

Hessa growled in warning, she knew that she was only partially satisfied, and that being left was a painful experience- and it was one she did not wish to suffer.

Especially not at the hands of an Angel- and definitely not at the hands of this one.

\"Well,\" said Raphael, removing his fingers and shoving her away from him, pinning her there with one hand. \"I guess I will just leave you be if you are going to be like that.\" Then he licked her juices from his fingers and turned his back and slowly began to walk to the kitchen. He heard her moving footsteps, but still had no notion of what she was planning before the weight slammed into his back- not enough to knock him over, but enough to make him laugh, turning his head to look back the female latched onto his back.

“Feisty little monster, are we?” He asked before wincing, feeling something sharp knead into his lower stomach. The archangel turned to regard it and lifted his eyebrows, watching her bird-like talons retract back into normal sets of toes; tinted red with his blood. “Were you really planning to change on me? Make me regret letting you out of those chains?” He smirked and looked back at Hessa again, “show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”

“Maybe later,” the Lilim answered and dropped back onto her own feet, reaching around his waist to undo his belt. Raphael lifted an eyebrow, moving to turn around, but Hessa pushed him back, stepping closer to him to keep the archangel still.

“Before you wanted to have nothing to do with me- now suddenly you do,” he commented, “I don’t know which is worse- you or Michael.”

She stopped and looked up at him. “Are you going to complain?”

“Nope”

“Good”

Hessa yanked his pants down and reached for his length, letting her fingers trail over it delicately before gripping it and began stroking hard. The archangel tilted his head back, groaning in response to her.

“God-”

“Is not here,” the Lilim added for him and quickened her pace, flinching as Raphael cried out louder, and smirked. “Do you trust me, Sunshine? To not let you go like you did me?”

She didn’t let him answer before stopping and stepped backwards, about to walk away, but the blonde wouldn’t let her, grabbing her less than gently and slammed her against the wall, catching her mouth with his before she could protest or insult him. Hessa shrieked furiously in his mouth, trying to push him off before her eyes went wide at the unexpected intrusion, her entire body tensing up. Raphael took a deep breath, shutting his eyes before pulling out of her and broke the kiss.

“I hate you…So bad,” the Lilim said dimly.

“You can’t know hatred until you know love, and don’t you need a soul for that?” Raphael retorted.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“Mmm…” The blonde leaned into her and kissed her neck. “This isn’t about love or hate, Hessa, this is behaving like the animals we both are.”

“Animals,” Hessa repeated idly, shifting against him impatiently.

“Animals,” Raphael affirmed, “if it isn’t a God or a plant, it’s an animal.”

\"Charming,\" snorted Hessa.

Raphael wrapped his arms around her body and dropped to his knees, twisting his body so she was underneath him on the floor. He pinned her wrists above her head and slowly began to move inside of her.

\"Can\'t you go faster then that?!\" scowled Hessa, between her moans.

\"I feel like torturing you by not giving you satisfaction,\" smirked Raphael pressing his lips against her pulse point.

Hessa tilted her head back and ran her fingers through his hair, tightening her grip on his roots. \"Move faster,\" she growled.

Raphael grinned down at her and licked her nose. \"Call me Master and I will consider it.\"

\"Fuck you.\"

\"Isn\'t that what you are doing?\" asked Raphael, stopping his thrusting.

Hessa drew her lips back and snarled at him; her canines flashing dangerously. Raphael just laughed at her and licked her neck suggestively before pulling out of her completely and thrusting forward quickly. Hessa moaned and tilted her head back; her body arching off the ground. With a small chuckle, the angel pulled out slowly and thrusting back inside her quickly. He did this several more times, taking in the passionate look of the Lilim writhing around on the floor.

\"Faster, you fucking bastard!\"

\"Ah, ah,\" said Raphael smirking down at her. \"I told you, my pet, I would only go faster if you called me Master.\"

\"Go to hell, Master,\" snarled Hessa.

\"Good girl,\" chuckled Raphael, as he sped up his thrusting, but only slightly.

\"You are such an ass,\" groaned Hessa.

\"I do what you want, and still you insult me,\" smirked Raphael. \"Now, that is talent!\"

“Bite me.”

“Mmm…Kinky.” He smirked and did as he was told- less than mercilessly. Even still, he was amazed to taste blood seeping between his teeth; even more so when the tables turned on his neck. Raphael let his grip go to cry out, his voice encouraging Hessa to sink her fangs in deeper; piercing the artery beneath. She seemed satisfied with the damage and let go to lap up the blood, clinging to him like he’d try to get away- he didn’t see why she’d worry. The blonde groaned and shut his eyes, using the opportunity of her distraction to wrap her legs around his waist and shoved into her again.

Whether Hessa noticed or even cared was a mystery to him; she was still immersed in his bleeding wound. But as his pace went faster, the Lilim snapped back into attention, leaning up into him and moaned, burying her face into the sticky bloody side of his neck. But when his hands slapped down on either side of her neck, his entire body going rigid with the edge of his fulfillment, the Lilim seemed to change her mind, but couldn’t get away from him in time before he came; her release coming in sync beyond her control, while Raphael only smirked with satisfaction.

He loved winning

The archangel pulled himself out of her and laid down, sighing contentedly and kissing her ear, trying to rouse her irritation again, but Hessa didn’t move. Upon closer inspection, it was like he had just fucked a replica of her. Her face was solid; her eyes wide open, but just as blank as the rest of her. The only reproach to this theory was that she breathed. Hessa sighed heavily, running her fingers through his hair absentmindedly. Raphael turned her head to kiss her and she kissed back, maybe just to get it over with. He didn’t care, he got what he wanted, and she’d get over it.

After all, with three hundred and thirty six days in a year, they‘d just have to get used to each other.