Broken Circle

Michael was bored with listening to Raphael and Hessa go at it again. This time the sound seemed to be coming from the bathroom. He shuddered slightly and prayed they would sanitize the entire room when they were done. He took a deep breath of the cigarette and breathed the smoke out of his nose. He cursed and got to his feet, stubbing the cigarette into the bowl of grapes. He decided to go visit Rai again. If nothing else so he could have some fun with the beautiful blonde again. He left the apartment and made sure to lock the door behind him. He would feel sorry for anyone that walked in on Raphael and Hessa.

Leaving the building he walked into an alley and took off into the air towards the direction of the asylum. Has he felt the cold wind blow threw his hair he allowed himself to remember the first time he had managed to get his hands on Rai. The same night, ironically that Raphael had had his first \"loving\" experience with Hessa.


Flashback___________________________________________________________________

Michael landed in the back of the house and slipped in through an open window. The room he was in was the same room has last time when he had nearly had her in bed. He walked over to the piano and lifted the lid, he smirked and reached inside for what he wanted. A little thing that would help him get the girl to realize that he would make an excellent lover.

Of course, Michael\'s idea of being an excellent lover was a bit different then what Rai would normally consider an excellent lover. If she even thought about it at all. He watched her enter the hall and snuck up behind her as she locked the door. He grinned the moment she turned around and screamed her pretty little head off.

\"Hello Rai,\" he said grinning like a maniac and trapping her between his body and the body.

\"Michael,\" whispered Rai softly, her eyes searching frantically for a way out. \"What do you want?\"

\"We\'ve been over this before. I want you and that is all I want.\"

Rai backed up against the door, not a good plan she noted a little too late, now that she was trapped at the expense of the redhead, who was still grinning at her deviously. The blonde’s thoughts flickered idly to his sharp canines, reminding her of the crafty wolf in Little Red Riding Hood. Of course this wasn’t the case- her grandmother was already dead by another demon’s hands. So now what, Mr. Wolf?

Michael took a step forward and she backed up even further against the door, staring at him with wide frightened eyes. The archangel took notice of this and had to sigh, leaning into her space and kissed her neck gently, trying to reassure her, but instead, it made her bolt- where she was going she wasn’t sure. She was in a locked room with a young man potentially insane. There weren’t many options open for her, but she ran like Hell, shrieking and falling over when he appeared in front of her again.

“Now what the Hell was that for?” Michael wanted to know, pressing his fingers to his ears as the high-pitched shriek rang within them painfully. “I’m not going to bite- unless you want me to.”

Rai’s body tensed up again, the archangel allowing her to stand back up; then he jumped her, wrapping his arms around her waist before she could move, and kissing her before she could scream. He pulled away and Rai backed up to catch her breath and turned to go, but found her hand was still being controlled by the redhead, who yanked her back against him and buried his face into her neck.

“My precious,” he said in a tuneful sigh, added with a absentminded rub of her stomach- or not absentminded at all as he continued to run his hands over her body. Rai tilted her head slightly, forgetting her conquest to escape the redhead in these simplistic brushes against her skin. The blonde shuddered as he found a particularly sensitive spot on her side and Michael took that as an excuse to go deeper, kissing her neck before repeating himself.

“My precious…”

“Do I look golden and round to you?” Rai questioned, although her irritation was minor- until his wandering hand found way to her backside once again.

“Yes, yes you do.”

Rai sighed and decided to just give into him and what his marvelous hands were doing to her body. She tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck, to which he nipped at her neck where her blood pulsed through the veins. She ran her hands into his hair and unknowingly rubbed her hips against him; causing his erection to harden.

\"Michael,\" whispered Rai, and for once her voice didn\'t have any fear or hate in it.
The red haired archangel shuddered and smiled- for once the girl wasn\'t scared of him. She sounded like she was in love with him and would do whatever he wanted. He kissed her lips and pulled away, gathering her into his arms so he could carry her into her bedroom. Rai started to kiss his neck and wrapped her arms around it, breathing in his scent. She sighed in pleasure and closed her eyes, feeling as if she could just float away and sleep.

Michael watched the girl shut her eyes and could feel her breath even out against his neck. He laid her down on the bed and then reached into his pockets for the piano wire and swiftly tied her hands above her head onto the wrought iron headboard. He sat beside her and watched her sleep, before lowering himself to kiss her gently into awakening.

Rai awoke from her brief sleep and blinked, taking in her surroundings. She tried to move her hands but felt a sharp pain and blinked- finally coming awake. Her beautiful eyes fashioned onto the redhead and the first words out of her mouth made him smirk.

“What the fuck is this?!”

“Your answer is right there in that sentence,” Michael answered as he toyed absentmindedly with his braid, watching amusedly as the blonde screwed her face up with thought, mulling over what he said and what she said. Then her expression evened out completely with comprehension.

…Shit

She tugged once again at her bindings and hissed as the wire sliced easily through her skin; delicate paths of blood running down her skin like red ribbons. Michael stooped over her body to clean the spill with his tongue; then grinned sideways at her.

“Tug all you want, honey,” he told her amusedly. “Cause it ain’t going to break. Not unless that piano came with real fucking cheap wire-”

“You BROKE my piano?!”

“I didn’t break it, I took the wire out of it.”

Rai sighed, not bothering to argue with him on this; instead glaring at him with obvious frustration- to which the redhead kissed her innocently in response.

“It wasn’t doing anything in your piano- just hanging there and shit. I’m actually putting it to good use!”

Rai opened her mouth to respond but Michael cut her off instead; sliding his tongue easily into her gaping mouth. Traces of blood could still be tasted on him, the coppery liquid both exciting the blonde and causing her to withdraw reluctantly from the archangel. This man was predictable in no way except that he’d find some way to pop out of nowhere and have his way with her while she was trying to recover from her shock. Next she’d find herself compliant in his hands, and now she was tied up- with the spoils of her piano’s murder- and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess what was going to happen next in this whole bizarre affair that the redhead seemed to take as a game. He kissed her forehead and patted her hair, grinning like a maniac as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a Swiss army knife, which as soon as it reared its gleaming metal head, caused Rai to yank instinctively at her homemade handcuffs.

She was tied up to a bed and he had a weapon. The only thing else that could go “right” right now was for Lilith to show up- or Bush. Whichever came first.

With a flick of his wrist, Michael had sliced open her blouse; letting her buttons clatter to the floor. He pulled away and stared down at her chest, which was covered by a white silk bra, and then her flat stomach.

\"You have such a cute bellybutton,\" grinned Michael

\"Uh huh,\" said Rai, looking at him strangely.

Michael grinned and lowered his face so he could nip at her neck before trailing kisses along her face and moving downwards to her chest. He suckled on her breast through the material and grinned when he felt her nipple hardening. Rai\'s eyes were closed and she couldn\'t believe the feelings he was raising within her. She moaned softly and arched her back so that her chest went further into his mouth.

The archangel pulled back and brought the knife back up to her face and trailed it down her cheek, the act causing Rai to shudder in response at having something so sharp so near her skin. Moving the blade downwards, he placed it between her breasts and flicked his wrist again; cutting through the bra.

\"Hey!\" Shouted Rai, twitching slightly before hissing in pain as the wires cut deeper into her wrists.

Smiling, Michael licked at the blood again and pulled back, staring down at her and trying to decide what to do now with his little blade and the little woman. He pressed the knife’s edge between her breasts and trailed it lightly down to her navel, before running it up again- just hard enough to cut her skin. The blonde’s body jerked in reflex to this, but her mind knew what moving would mean, so she gritted her teeth and watched him, apprehensive of his next move.

Michael watched as her blood rose up from his cut, making a delicate ribbon of fluid life. He ducked his head and lapped at it; his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the taste of it. Her blood was so sweet on his tongue it was intoxicating- he wondered if this was an attribute of all humans, or just her. Either way didn’t make a difference to him, she was driving him insane. He was already hard enough to explode.

Rai whimpered lightly when the archangel pulled away from her and he kissed her nose to reassure her, sitting up on his knees as he did away with his pants. The blonde’s eyes widened, as if she didn’t expect to see him like this, bating her breath involuntarily as the boxers came off next; only realizing she wasn’t breathing when he climbed back on top of her and she choked like a fish on land. The archangel smirked and kissed her lips gently, looking down at her expectantly.

“Yes?”

The blonde opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but common sense answered that question for her. Rai bit her lip and looked around, as if expecting someone to be in the room with them. Finding no one, she finally felt a bizarre security- and nodded. Michael didn’t even wait to give her a warning, like a child on Christmas morning racing down the stairs to get at his presents, he pushed inside of her.

This time Rai pulled at her makeshift handcuffs, crying out in pain and shock before opening her eyes and looking at Michael again and kissed him- as if she needed to egg him on.

Michael groaned and slowly began to move within her, thrusting in and out of her body. He watched her face twist in pleasure and felt her body writhe beneath him in pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she whimpered in the back of her throat.

\"Please go faster,\" she whimpered softly in his ear. \"Go harder.\"

Michael shuddered and speed up his pacing unaware that someone was watching them, spying on their intimate moment.

Lilith chuckled softly watching the Archangel of Fire bury himself deep within the reincarnation of Eve.

\"My, my,\" whispered Lilith, turning her attention to a zombie like Adam that was watching the mirror with drool coming down his chin. \"I guess she didn\'t want to wait for you this time. Sounds like she is having a blast too.\" Lilith couldn\'t help but laugh at the pathetic growl that came from Adam\'s throat. \"What are you going to do?\" she taunted her voice sweet and thick has honey. \"Kill her for betraying you?\"

Lilith smirked has she saw the wheels in his head turning and grinned knowing she had planted a seed that would get rid of the female. Her lips twisted into and sneer and she turned her attention back to the mirror watching the couple intertwined in each other\'s arms.

Michael grinned and picked up his discarded Swiss army life pressing the sharp blade against her neck and Rai looked up at him unafraid, until he pushed it in a little deeper and grinned as her blue eyes widened at the knife’s intimacy- until he turned the little knife and used it against his own throat.

“MICHAEL!”

She watched in horror as little puddles of blood splattered against her skin like a grotesque mockery of rainfall. The warmth was mocking her, making her think there was nothing to fear, but there was a bleeding gash across his jugular vein- was this boy fucking crazy? She could only think so when he chuckled and leaned over her.

“Don’t cry baby,” he whispered to her, lifting a hand and wiping away the tears she didn’t even know had formed until he showed them to her. “Blood isn’t something to be afraid of.”

“You’re insane,” she whimpered. “You’re fucking insane…”

“Neither is insanity.” He kissed her, his golden eyes searching hers. “We’ll both go insane but I’ll still be here. The mind is not the limit- Heaven is.”

It was like she had never heard the word before. Rai blinked and swallowed the lump in her throat to reply. “…Heaven?”

The redhead didn’t respond, focusing his mind back on his pacing and Rai let it go; biting her lip but still whimpered like a lost puppy, her fingernails digging into her palms as she watched herself come for this boy who was practically a stranger.

She lay there for what seemed like an eternity after her orgasm and shifted slightly beneath his heavy weight. Michael groaned softly and pulled back, licking his blood from her body while he unwound the tight cording around her wrists and licked the blood from them as well.

He sat up, pulling her with him and tore at her sheets, wrapping them around her wrists tightly to prevent anymore blood loss. He wrapped the sheet around them and then twisted slightly before falling back into bed with her on top of him, her head in the crook of his shoulder.

\"Sleep,\" he whispered, trailing the fingers of one of his hands up and down her spine while the other rested beneath his head. \"Sleep.\"

Rai didn\'t say anything, instead she closed her eyes and drifted off; lulled by the sound of his voice and his breathing. Michael grinned up at the ceiling before swinging his arm and knocking the lamp from the bedside table; plunging the room into darkness.