Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction ❯ In His Room (Version II) ❯ Chapter 1

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In His Room

"Lucifel?" I ask, quietly venturing into his room, hoping for a response.

"What is it, Mika-chan?" His voice is cold and emotionless, but I continue forward nonetheless, desperate for his company. Perhaps a little more so than is appropriate for two brothers, but unable to help that.

"Um… I just wanted to see you." I say quietly, hoping he doesn't push me away. I know he cares for me, even if he doesn't show it, even if he's cold and unfeeling towards me when we're around other people. Sometimes, when no one's looking, he smiles at me and his smile is one of pure warmth and beauty. It's those times when I realize that he does care for me, because it is impossible to fake that kind of warmth. Now is one of those times. He turns around to face me fully and his eyes melt as a radiant smile comes across his face.

"Come on then, and shut the door." I enter, obediently closing the door behind me as I do. I look around the room and smile, happy to be here, with my brother, the only person in this world who I truly love. Sure it's a little creepy and one of the hugest crimes in the book, but sin or no sin, I don't care. I just want to be with him. Near him. "What's the matter, little brother?"

Lucifel looks concerned as he kneels in front of me, making him a bit shorter than I am. His eyes are shining slightly, unhappy with my assumed discomfort. That makes me feel warm inside. "Nothing. I was just thinking. Y'know."

"What were you thinking about?" he replies, slight relief in his tone as he stands and leads me further into the room, telling me sit on his bed. God, does he look beautiful. He's wearing a pair of loose black pants and a white button down shirt that he's left half open. His dark hair is slightly disheveled but still amazingly perfect. His pale skin is reflecting the light of the candles he has lit, surrounding him with a slight glow. He is so gorgeous, it's amazing. I want him to touch me and to hold me and to be near me. I just want to be with him.

"Um…I dunno…" what am I supposed to say? I'm fucking thinking of how sexy he is and how much I want him. I can't very well fucking tell him that. "Nothin' much."

"I was thinking too, before you came in," he says, and I assume he's going to use some psychological tactic to get me to spill. He proves me wrong immediately. "I was thinking about you." His voice sounds pained, and I look up to see that his eyes are glistening with unshed tears. "Michael, you know I don't hate you, right?"

"Of course I know." I smile gently, hoping against hope that this is going where I want it to.

"Good, because even if I act cold and distant, I really do love you."

"I love you too Lucifel," I reply quietly, and I can't stop there, I have to say something. "But, I…"

He kneels in front of me again, his hands on my knees, looking straight up at me. "But what?" His voice is gentler than I've ever heard it before.

"But I…" I stumble, trying to think of some way to say it. "I don't think I love you…" I pause, searching for words. His eyes never leave mine. "…I don't think I love you like I'm supposed to. It's not the right kind."

"What do you mean?" He doesn't sound as confused as he wants to. That much I know. He's just making sure he understands before saying anything.

"I…I mean I don't feel like I'm supposed to feel towards a brother. It's more like how Raphael acts towards all those pretty girls." I pause and he says nothing. I assume he is processing the information that I have just thrown upon him. "Please, don't hate me."

He smiles now, and my heart melts again. "Michael, baby, I could never hate you." Baby? Did he just call me Baby? Does that mean what I think it does?

"So, your not disgusted?" My voice is more hopeful than it was supposed to be. Damned fucking emotions are too hard to control.

"Of course not." His expression brightens, and the tears fall unwarranted, simply because they have nowhere to go. "Mika-chan, I always just thought that something like that would terrify you. I would have said something if I'd thought that you would want it for even one second." Now I'm really confused. Is he saying he wants something like that? Is he saying he wants me?

"A-are you…? What?" I am flustered now. I'm completely thrown. I have no idea whatsoever what's going on.

"Hush, baby. I'm saying I feel the same thing for you." He smiles again, and then his lips are on mine.

It's a surprisingly gentle touch, his soft mouth barely touching mine, waiting for me to decide where I want this to go. I've never kissed anyone before (surprising for my age, I know, I've only had sex once, but I didn't want it, and no, sex does not require kissing, so fuck off), but I suddenly find myself leaning towards him, moving my lips against his, and wrapping my arms around his neck. The kiss is short, but unlike anything else I have ever experienced in my life. It is a true heaven.

He crawls up onto the bed, pulling me towards the top, where he sits, leaning against the headboard and pulls me into his lap. It's comfortable there, perched atop his hips, his thighs pressing gently against my back, his hands on my waist. I immediately decide that I like it there, and my decision is reinforced when he leans forward and begins nibbling at my neck. He teases my sensitive skin lightly, biting softly and the licking the spot gently. It feels incredible. "Lucifel…God your gonna make me hard…" not the most graceful thing to say, but quite frankly the only part of it that was untruthful was the future tense. I can already feel something tightening in my groin.

It does not help when he whispers coarsely into my ear, "That's the point, little brother." I shiver as his hot breath passes over my skin and moan as he takes my ear lobe between his teeth and pulls on it. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling closer to him, trying desperately, if unsuccessfully, to stunt my responsiveness.

Suddenly his right hand is between us, ghosting its way down my chest and stomach before coming to rest on my crotch. I moan deeply as his fingers caress me, and I hold tighter to him. "Lucifel, stop it. It feels good."

"It's supposed to feel good, Baby. What's wrong?" He pulls away slightly, removing his hand immediately with my request. He doesn't want to force me into anything. It's not even as if he would have to force me, really. I want it, but it terrifies me.

"It scares me." I whisper quietly, looking away from him. "No one's ever touched me like that before." Not the entire truth, but it's not as if the last time was about me anyway. I didn't enjoy it like I am now.

He smiles. "Hey, it's okay, Baby." He tilts my face so that I'm looking at him again. "We can go slower if you want."

"No! It's not that I don't want it, it's just…" I pause, blushing furiously, "I don't know how." God this is embarrassing, but he's not saying anything to point that out. I'm suddenly very glad that it's him I'm here with and not some one else who would be less understanding.

"I would be honored if you'd let me teach you how." He whispers, his voice gentle and understanding.

"O-okay." I smile. "I would be honored if you would teach me." He kisses me again, his lips a little more desperate than before. It's delicious. His tongue flicks over my bottom lip and I instinctively open my mouth, allowing him to taste me. It's a delicious feeling to have his tongue exploring my mouth like that, moving against mine, trying to lure me into action. His moves are working, too. I feel myself beginning to react, fighting back, tasting his mouth and reveling in the flavor of our combined saliva. Soon, however, we are forced to part for breath, and I pull away, panting.

He lips are red and swollen now, and he whispers breathlessly, "God, baby, your good at that." I don't think he needs a reply, which is good, `cause I'm currently way too out of it to come up with one. The tightness in my pants is quickly returning with a fiery vengeance. I give a quiet moan as he shifts underneath me, causing slight friction.

He picks me up now, removing me from his lap, and placing me on the bed, under him. His body is pressed against mine and it is now apparent that I am not the only with pants that are too tight. His fingers slide down my stomach, stopping at my pant line and untucking my shirt. I lift my arms over my head, and he pulls the article off me, exposing my chest to the air.

He throws my shirt to the side, not looking where it lands and then kisses me once more, pulling away before I can respond. I am about to protest when I feel him kissing my neck, tracing my tattoo with his lips and tongue, his teeth grazing occasionally. I gasp a little and he moves on, tracing a line of kisses down my chest and stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel and eliciting yet another quiet moan from my throat.

Suddenly a shock a pleasure goes though me, drawing a deep, throaty moan as his tongue passes over my nipple. I feel it harden immediately as he begins to nibble at it, biting gently and then sucking. I find myself unable to bite down a sob as fire races through my body. "Oh god, Lucifel…unnnn…don't stop…"

In response to my desperate plea, Lucifel leaves his current occupation to work on its twin. I arch forward slightly as another tremor of pleasure shoots through my body. Suddenly, however, his presence is gone, and I open eyes that I was unaware were closed and I see him working at my pants. They are tight leather with an unnecessary number of buckles, buttons and zippers keeping them on. I sit up partially and bat his hands away, taking control of the situation myself. I hear him moan as I get the third buckle undone and I realize that he is watching me. I unconsciously slow my movements to a sensual pace, running my fingers across my newly revealed skin. I finally have all of the buttons and zippers open and I begin to wiggle out of the pants.

Lucifel's hands come to my aid then, grasping my pants and pulling them off, taking my underwear with them. I'm completely naked now, and as he throws my pants aside and descends upon me again, kissing me heatedly.

I feel myself grow harder as my body comes into contact with his clothed heat. I reach up and tug meaningfully at his shirt, saying persistently, "Off." He apparently gets the picture and sits back, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off, revealing a smooth, pale, well-sculpted chest. His hands then move down to his pants, and he realizes that he's going to have problems getting them off if he's kneeling over me. He quickly stands, hastily removing the offending clothing, revealing him completely. He's magnificent, glowing in the candlelight, his pale skin bright against the darkness of the room.

He returns to me now, laying down on top of me, pressing our bodies together and eliciting a deep moan of pleasure from my throat. He smiles and then moves his hips slightly, grinding our bodies together. I arch forward, my hips involuntarily bucking. God it feels good. "Michael?" His voice is almost timid.

"Yes?" I reply, nearly panting.

"Can I be inside of you?" The question is soft and heartfelt, and I find myself unable to say no. I want this. I want him inside of me. I want to be one with him. I love him.

"H-hai." I stutter and then add as an afterthought, "I love you, Lucifel." He leans forward and kisses me gently before warning softly,

"It'll hurt."

"That's okay," I whisper. "As long as it's you." He leans over, now, opening a drawer and pulling out a small amber bottle. "What's that?"

"Oil. It'll make it less painful for you." He opens the bottle and pours a generous amount into his hand, coating three of his fingers. I moan slightly as I feel one of the fingers tracing down my crack and circling the tight entrance. I spread my legs and lift my hips in offering. He lifts my ankles and puts them on his shoulders, asking me once more if I'm sure.

"Yes. I'm sure." Then I feel the tip of one his fingers slip inside of me. It is most definitely not a pleasant experience. As he pushes it further into me I feel tears stinging the back of my eyes and I have to resist the urge to cry out in pain.

"It gets better." He assures me. Kissing my thigh with a surprising amount of tenderness. He then starts to wiggle the finger around, and I begin to adjust. Just when the pain has almost completely subsided, I feel another finger enter me. I bite down another cry, trying to relax myself. The feather light touches of his lips along my thighs helps, and I adjust quickly this time. Now a third finger enters and all three push deeper into me, seemingly searching. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure rushes through me, and I'm positive he's found what he's looking for. "Holy shit! What was that!" I practically yell.

He mutters something, but I don't quite hear what he says. Then he does the same thing again, and I buck against his fingers, crying out. "Oh God, Lucifel, I think I'm ready now…" I sound desperate, but I don't care. I want him now. He nods and pulls his fingers away. I accidentally push back against them, but he pulls them away nonetheless. For a moment nothing happens as he coats his considerable arousal with the oil and then positions himself.

As he pushes slowly into me, holding my hips to keep me from impaling myself on him, he moans deeply, his eyes sliding closed. "God Michael…" he whispers, "You're so tight." I'm too far gone to even process that comment as wave after wave of pleasure are rushing through me. He stops now, and I realize he is buried fully within me. The feeling is absolutely exquisite.

"Lucifel…" I moan wantonly. "Please…" I don't even know what I'm asking for, but he seems to have an idea and he begins to move. He goes slow at first, pulling out just a little bit and then pushing in slowly. I wrap my legs around his waist and say quietly, "I love you."

His pace is increasing, and he's pulling out further with each thrust. Suddenly he hits that magic spot within me once again and I cry out. He changes his angle then and he hits that spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through me. He's moaning quietly, barely audibly, and if I weren't so distracted, I would find it humorous that his quiet nature carries through here as well. He leans forward, now, capturing me in a heated kiss, as if to assure me that he means this and one of his hands leaves my hips, wrapping around my length and pumping. I moan into his mouth as he strokes in time with his thrusts and I feel myself coming dangerously close to the edge. I pull away from his mouth and I whisper quietly, "Lucifel, I think I'm going to come."

"Then come, Baby. Come for me." His voice is sultry, almost a hiss as he thrusts harder into me, and that is all it takes. Suddenly my world is drowning in a wave of white hot pleasure as I'm spilling myself into his hand. I vaguely note that he is coming too, filling me with his essence, marking me as his. Then it is over and I'm suddenly exhausted.

He pulls out of me gently, grabbing some tissues from the bed stand and cleaning us both off, throwing the soiled tissues in the garbage can. He then sinks down next to me, pulling me against his chest and whispering in my ear, "I love you, Michael."

I smile and reply, "I love you too, Lucifel." Now I feel sleep capturing me and as my eyes slide closed, I mumble, not-quite-coherently, "Thank you." And then I'm lost in the blackness of sleep. I am happy. Really Happy.