Storms
Chapter IV
By Lucifiel
Disclaimer: Eeeh. This has been done too many times.
Raphael was in Heaven. Michael's nimble hands ran through his blonde locks, teasing them, while his lips and tongue successfully plundered the recesses of Raphael's mouth. He pulled back when finished, grinning. "How was that, Doc?"
"I--"
"Don' even try t'play dumb, Doc. You've been wantin' that forever now."
"I suppose I have been…"
"I'm pretty healed up now, yeah?"
"Mostly…but what does that have to do with anything?"
"Hehe, nothing." Michael pounced Raphael, grinning like a madman. "Aniki's gonna have my ass, but whatever. I like ya, Raph. And this is th' only way I can really think of t'pay y'back fer bein' so nice t'me."
"This is all, eh?" Raphael murmured, sounding feeble. He certainly looked feeble, being as that he was directly under Michael and sprawled unceremoniously on the floor.
"'Course!"
*Uh, lemon. If you want it email me at hitokiri_battousai78@yahoo.com . Stupid no NC-17.*
Raphael and Michael lay on one of the hospital beds in Raphael's office, panting. Actually, more like Raphael was panting and Michael was sleeping.
The Doctor gazed down at Michael, smiling. He was so beautiful, for a boy. However, something worried him. What had he meant about his older brother being angry? Before, when Michael had been engaged in the brawl with Navez, he had mentioned that his brother was the General. Raphael was quite confused.
He would have kept pondering to himself had not another nurse called from outside. "Doctor? There is someone here to see you."
"Who is it? I'm very busy."
"He says that is none of your concern, Doctor…I think he is important…"
"Right, give me a moment." He quickly tidied up the place and slipped on a new pair of slacks, then just buttoned his white coat on over his bare chest. Raphael had the presence of mind to throw his quilt over Michael's sleeping form before calling, "Send him in, please," to the nurse.
Not two minutes later, the flap parted and a vision stepped into the room. Raphael almost had to sit down. He was tall, quite tall, with fine black hair that swept across his shoulders. His presence was regal, overbearing; the eyes that looked at Raphael, or rather through him, were black. Black eyes, who had black eyes?! Also, his uniform, which was rather neat considering what most soldiers had been doing in Germany, bore the four stars of a General.
Being a Doctor, Raphael felt rather uncomfortable saluting, but he did it anyway, for form's sake. "General…what brings you here?" He knew damn well what had brought the man to his tent. He'd just fucked his brother. "Uh, Sir." Raphael added.
The smoldering eyes swept the tent once, then came to rest on the lump snoring away in the quilt. The eyes were back on Raphael in half a second, and his perfect lips parted. "My brother."
"He is here…" Raphael took a step backwards when the General advanced in short, clipped steps, sweeping the quilt off of Michael in one quick motion.
"He is not clothed." The General spun, eyes narrowing to slits, "Have you touched him?"
"I am a Doctor-"
"You know what I mean. Don't fuck with me, boy."
The Doctor bit his lip, nodding. "We did…"
"I suppose you know that I am going to kill you."
"What?!"
The General moved forward, his lips curling into a snarl. He caught Raphael by the coat and slammed him into the ground, stepping on his chest. "You touched my brother. What did you think was going to happen? I would accept it gracefully? Michael is mine and mine alone. I will not share him with some pretty fool of a Doctor."
Raphael coughed, feeling a few ribs crack, "You…you're really going to kill me…?"
"But of course."
"Aniki! What th' Hell do y'think yer doin'!?!"
Raphael looked over, wincing, "Mika…"
The General pressed harder, "Do not call him that."
"Cut it out, Lucifer! What th' Hell!"
"He touched you."
"It was nothing' I didn't want! I started it!"
"Be that as it may," Lucifer glared, taking his pistol out and pointing it at Raphael's head, "He will not live."
"ANIKI!"
To be continued.
