Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets ❯ Chapter 1

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I've never seen Angel Sanctuary before so I'm working off other fanfiction and off Websites and various pictures. Sorry for the OOCness. There's not much pertaining to the plot of the show, but please correct me if I did mess any of it up. Please review. I love fire, so flames are welcome too. Anything is good. I just started writing fanfiction, so knowing that you read it would be nice.

Secrets

Raphael barely managed to choke back the shout that rose in his throat as he entered the room. He had come to see Michael, needing advice on a rather delicate situation involving five different women. It probably hadn't been the best idea, but somehow, in Michael's fiery presence, the brilliance of the boy's ignorance often struck a chord in Raphael, causing the answers to surface unbidden. Unfortunately, it seemed the temperamental angel of fire was busy with something else at the moment. Raphael frowned at the sight, frozen in surprise, unable to make his presence known while at the same time, utterly unable to turn and leave. He was mesmerized.

Right before his eyes, sat Michael, his back turned towards the door, his knees straddling the lap of a pale, dark figure who was occupying his throne. Slender fingers were buried in Michael's crimson locks, the figure's other arm wrapped around his waist, helping to balance him, and his mouth was fastened attentively to the boy's neck. Michael's arms were wrapped around the figure's neck, one hand fisted in long, dark hair, the other out of view. The Great Powers was panting slightly and moaning a name over and over again, accompanied by confessions of love for the dark man who was embracing him.

Raphael strained to hear the name escaping his friend's lips as it drifted across the room and almost fell over when the words reached his ears. "Lucifel…" a breathy near whisper, followed by a moan. "God Lucifel, I love you. I love you so much." His voice was almost desperate, almost pained. Suddenly Raphael felt the need to move, so he quietly slipped into hiding in a corner of the room, behind a rather convenient drapery. He knew he should leave, but now he had to find out just what he stumbled upon.

As he watched the scene unfold, he became more entranced with every move the two brothers made. Lucifel pulled away from Michael's neck and stared intently into the smaller's eyes for a moment before leaning forward and placing the gentlest of kisses on his little brother's lips. After a slight instant, he pulled away and spoke in return. "I love you too little brother. I don't care what everyone says, you're the most beautiful thing here. I fail to see how they could possibly hate you so much. You are far too gorgeous for that."

Michael smiled now, practically glowing with happiness. "Aniki…" He whispered, sinking down into his brother's lap, hugging him, and burying his face in the folds of Lucifel's dark shirt. "Ai shiteru, aniki…zutto…" After a brief moment of affectionate silence, Michael looked up, smirking evilly. Raphael choked as he realized what that look meant and was suddenly very glad for the fact that the brothers were focused fully on each other. Otherwise, they would have skewered him alive for spying, especially for spying on what was about to happen.

Michael rose once again to his knees, pulling Lucifel into a heated kiss, pressing their bodies together, and snaking his fingers through ebony hair. It seemed to Raphael that they were immediately devouring each other, their tongues becoming one as they fought for dominance of the kiss. He watched as Lucifel's hand slid slowly up Michael's back, coming to rest on his neck, cradling his younger brother softly. "He's so gentle with him." Raphael whispered quietly to himself, taking note of the tenderness that shone in every move Lucifel made.

Suddenly, Lucifel swept Michael up and then brought him down to the lowest floor, laying him on the thick red carpet. "Michael, baby, I love you so much." Lucifel's voice was barely more than a whisper, but it traveled across the silence of the room to Raphael's ears as if he had shouted. Suddenly Raphael realized that what he had stumbled upon was far more than the game he'd thought he's been watching. It was no play of lust between two deranged angels, it was serious emotion. He then understood why Michael never even so much as glanced anyone in that way. He had been taken all this time. Raphael scolded himself for missing it for so long. It all made sense now. All those disgusted snorts every time Raphael so much as mentioned Michael being with someone else. The defensiveness he always felt when someone breeched the subject of Lucifel. His scorn for the prejudices held in the laws of heaven. Raphael suddenly saw everything in a new light as he watched Michael peeling Lucifel's clothes away, kissing every bit of skin he revealed. He smiled as he watched Lucifel's affectionate hands gingerly doing the same for Michael. He couldn't find it in his heart to hate what they were doing, for however wrong it was, they were to in love for it to matter.

He watched intently as Lucifel kissed his way down Michael's now naked body, too absorbed in what he was watching to acknowledge the small pang of guilt in the back of his mind. He knew it was wrong for him to be watching this take place, but he was unable to tear his gaze away. "GOD LUCIFEL!" Michael shouted as Lucifel took him into his mouth, apparently giving him great pleasure. Raphael found himself getting slightly turned on at the sight of Michael's hips thrusting forward into his brother, involuntarily forcing himself deeper into Lucifel's mouth. "Nnnnn god…"

Lucifel pulled away, smiling at the whimpered protest given by the Angel of Fire. He brought his fingers to Michael's lips and said quietly, "Help me?" Michael took the fingers into his mouth without question, sucking on them, and wetting them thoroughly as Lucifel devoured his neck. Raphael then found himself forced to bite down a moan as he felt his pants tighten, watching the two brothers in their pleasure. He let his hand slide between his legs, cupping the growing ache, and forming his pleasure as he watched Lucifel remove his fingers from his little brother's mouth.

"Are you ready, Baby?" The dark angel whispered, putting his finger at Michael's entrance. Michael nodded and he pushed the digit into the boy, drawing a deep moan of pained pleasure from the fire angel.

"It hurts today." He whispered. "More than usual." Michael winced as Lucifel began moving the single digit. Raphael thought he saw a tear slip from his eye, but he wasn't sure.

Lucifel leaned forward, kissing Michael gently. "Just relax little brother. Let yourself adjust. I can wait." Michael nodded and let Lucifel kiss him again. After a few moments, Michael pulled away and said quietly,

"I think I'm better now." Lucifel smiled, gently adding a second finger and moving them both. Michael had a pained smile on his face, but the expression soon melted to one of pleasure and Lucifel added a third finger. Raphael found himself in awe of the incredible care with which Lucifel was treating Michael. He hadn't even thought it possible for the sultry angel to show so much tenderness at all, much less when looking for sexual satisfaction.

Suddenly a loud moan broke the air as Lucifel found something inside of Michael, causing him to buck against the probing fingers. Raphael gasped softly as his pants tightened yet again. He unzipped the front of them, letting his now swollen cock escape the cloth confines as he took it into his hand. He felt himself grow harder with every passing moment as Michael begged quietly,

"Lucifel, please, I'm ready now. It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Are you sure, baby?" Lucifel's voice was dripping with concern and barely contained lust as Michael panted before him.

"Hai, I'm sure." Lucifel nodded and extracted his fingers from Michael, holding the boys hips to keep him from pushing back onto them. He positioned himself at Michael's entrance, gently pushing partly in and giving Michael time to adjust. They both moaned loudly, and it was all Raphael could do to keep quiet. He squeezed his burning erection, feeling it swell and pulse in his hand as he watched the two lovers in their pleasure. Normally he wouldn't get off on two guys having sex, but this just seemed entirely different to him and he found himself increasingly aroused with every passing moment and every quiet moan coming from the lovers.

He watched silently as Lucifel pushed all of the way into Michael, both of them panting in pleasure. He began to stroke himself as he watched Lucifel pulling out and pushing in again, drawing moans from their throats. After a few more thrusts, Michael began to rise to him, meeting him half way and increasing the speed of the thrusts. Raphael's hand sped up on his engorged cock, his thumb trailing over the dripping purple head and causing him to choke on his silence. He watched as their rhythm sped up and matched their pace with his own hand, felling his climax approaching quickly. Suddenly, Michael started to shout Lucifel's name over and over again, and through the screams, Lucifel's low voice could be heard answering his own name with that of his brother.

Raphael felt his cock dripping with creamy pre-cum as he repeatedly stroked the sensitive head. Suddenly Michael froze in a silent cry, his white seed coming in hot waves on Lucifel's stomach. Raphael's hand impulsively squeezed tighter around his swollen erection, and the increased friction, drew his come from him in a silent orgasm that seemed more powerful than many of the ones he had experienced with partners. As he sank sated to the ground, he noticed Lucifel pulling gently out of Michael. Lucifel leaned forward, kissing Michael gently and then whispering, "I love you so much, little brother. Please, don't ever leave me."

Michael smiled up at him and answered quietly, "Never, Lucifel. I can't live without you." Lucifel's smile brightened to radiance as he scooped Michael up in his arms, grabbing their clothes and standing up. He held Michael close to him, letting the boy wrap his legs around his waist and supporting the fire angel's weight fully. As they turned to exit into Michael's bedchamber, Raphael had fleeting fears of being caught before realizing that the door was on the opposite side of the room. As they reached the doorway, Lucifel looked back and shook his head mumbling something about cleaning it later. Then, without another thought, they slipped out of the room, leaving Raphael to sit there alone contemplating what had just transpired. He felt slightly guilty, but it had been one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He would never tell Michael that he had seen, but he would treasure the moment forever. It was one more thing that brought him close to Michael, one of his only true friends. Not to mention the fact that he now knew of Lucifel's extreme emotional capacity.