City of Angels
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T3h bl00
Chapter 5
-HEY ALL!
Guess who…me. Yes, me.
Well I got chapter 5 here! And I promise, it will be long, and it will have some Miroku x Sango action…Just the other day I got an e-mail from a fan of this fic, and is from…CHILE! Yay! So I just want to tell you, if you are reading, I will make sure to work my way into some more intimate scenes as this fic progresses!
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He was angry.
Beyond angry, way beyond calm, didn't that stupid angel realize who she was with?
He needed to consult the main Deity, the one and only, himself. Gabriel needed to take matters into his own hands. If he didn't, they would lose an angel like they had before; they would lose this one like the other one they had lost to that wicked being.
They, he, wouldn't let that happen again.
The last time they didn't do anything, that spawn was born. They lost an angel, and hell gained a prince.
Gabriel recalled it all too clearly. The angel was one of the best; she had taken the job just like the rookie had; only she was beyond beautiful.
Then again, all angels were graced with the most holy features.
Her hair rang down to her waist in long, glossy red ringlets, resembling meteors, like a wild fire. Her face was heart-shaped and delicate in every way, and her skin was pale and so smooth, it was like they had used actual milk to fill up her figure. So soft, it was like they had washed her in cloths of silk from when she was produced.
Even though she was needed for important reasons in heaven, she begged to take the land job.
So they gave it to her.
The problem was, Lucifer beat her to earth, beat her and molded her figure, molded her until he wanted her, until he was truly able to call her the 'Queen of The Damned.'
In addition to that, he wanted her that way, so that she was able to bear him a child, for when his time was up, another ruler would descend upon the throne.
At this place and time, what they didn't need was another ruler after the future one. They didn't need another angel falling into his wicked clutches; they didn't need a full army of unholy beings tearing up the earth, causing chaos and havoc in spirit world.
Storming, he marched into the white gold and pearl door ways, around the marble floors and taking his swift steps up the stairs in two's.
Kneeling in front of the throne, his right hand perched upon his right knee, as his wavy glands of gold tresses flowed below him.
"Your great…I have come to approach you about a certain problem we seem to be facing…"
"I know what you come about…and don't let it trouble you…" the voice, hidden behind the shadows came.
"But my lord! You're too easy on those pitiful beings, you're too calm! We don't want there to be a war! You're too easy on those lower angels! If we have a war then we will surely lose, our forces aren't that strong, and since the last war, we have still been trying to rebuild the golden gates, replant the gardens and so on!"
The being sighed, "Gabriel…do not fear…you'll see the light, it will all work out in time…"
This made the archangel aggravated. He knew not to question the ultimate being, but this once, he couldn't stop.
"DO YOU CARE THAT THIS IS WRONG? If it's so easy to figure it out, SHOW ME THEN!"
"I told you what you wanted to know and NO MORE, now BE GONE! Go and discuss this with Michael, if you dare question me AGAIN, I WILL BANISH YOU!" The voice boomed, echoing through the halls, making the cherubim's jump and the seraphim's floating around the castle cringe, it made Gabriel speechless, but only for a minute or two.
"As you said…it shall be done…" He slowly rose to his feet, and quietly walked out of the building, staring at the mirror he held in his hand, watching the angel being lifted by the spawn off of the bed.
"I can just take matters into my own hands…" He murmured.
"Gabriel…just drop it, complaining won't do anything…" a voice came from behind.
"Be quiet. You don't remember it like I did."
The other archangel sighed and shrugged, pulling out his white-blonde hair from its limp ponytail and re-tieing it.
"You're so stubborn for an angel…"
"No, you're just too care-free."
"Whatever…" Michael shook his head and walked off. Gabriel was stubborn, and so foolish, why had God chosen him to be his right-hand-man when Satan…el…left.
"There we go…" the hot breath tickled Sango's ear and she cringed from it. It was not a cringe of pain from shock, but from pure, raw pleasure.
Every time he spoke, she flushed, her forehead became drenched in sweat and her heart started to beat erratically, off-beat.
"You sure you're up for this?" he asked, steadying her position as she swayed slightly, almost having lost her balance.
"I'm sure…I'm really hungry…anyway…" Her voice was soft, and it flowed out of her mouth like a bird's song, but like a birds song it quickly faded, and only returned when she opened her mouth again.
It was slightly arousing, he would admit that much. Nonetheless, he couldn't steer away from his mission.
Nodding, he looked her up and down.
She was still in her work clothes, and they were stained with mud and torn, she couldn't possibly go out like that…
"You need to shower at least…and you have to change…"
Her breath was now caught in her lungs. He was right. She needed a shower, and a change of clothes. That meant possibly wearing his clothes, if they even fit, and showering in his shower.
Gulping she shook her head.
Kissing her on the forehead, he pressed his against his against where he had just kissed.
"Just go and take a shower…I'll get you a change of clothes…"
"A-al-right…" she stuttered, feeling his warm breath fan against her lips, considering the small gap in between them.
He chuckled and kissed her directly on her lips.
It was a forceful kiss, and her first one, ever. It was the weirdest thing ever, feeling someone else's part on hers, her normal, original one. It wasn't a hand, a finger, a palm or an arm.
This was someone else's mouth.
It was her first kiss, and she didn't know what to do. Should she just stand there and let him do whatever he was supposed to do? Would she know when to break apart?
Before she could even process every thought, he had slowly moved away, leaving her mouth slightly darker from a small nip his teeth had bore on her.
This had left her lip trembling slightly from the small indent that was now showing up.
"Maybe…we shouldn't go out anywhere…" Miroku felt her forehead with the back of his hand, making Sango wince slightly. His hand felt like it was on fire.
"You still feel quite warm…" he was trying to hide an inward smirk.
Sango nodded, pressing her nose against his collarbone, whichwas barely visiblethrough his shirt.
Lifting her up, he made her legs wrap around his waist. Sitting down on the side of the bed, he rocked her slightly, and ran his hands through her long mass of brown hair.
Sango's hands strayed and wandered up to his own hair, and pulled lightly at the tie, loosening it so it flowed down to the tip of his shoulders.
In the blink of an eye, hemanuvered their positions around so that he was looming over her, and his hair was brushing the sides of her cheeks, which were now a deep faded rose color.
Her hair was spread out across the bed and her breathing quickened its pace as she closed her eyes and felt his lip lightly brush up and down across the nape of her neck. That was when she felt him stop and start sucking on the skin right above the collarbone, pulling at the flesh and then running his tongue over the small pink circle that had formed.
Slowly moving down, he nipped at her collarbone, sending ripples of pleasure banging against her bones and rocking against her veins. She let her breathing come out in quick gasps as he nipped, pulled and then consoled the small pleasure wound with his tongue.
Lifting up his head and latching her lips onto his, he forced her tight lips apart, and attacked the recesses of her mouth with his tongue. Sango could feel his heart beat along with hers, as she could feel his lungs hum against hers.
He ravished her mouth was his, until finally pulling apart and staring down at her. He could taste burning warmth on his lips, and feel the fire boiling in her. She was still sick, but he wouldn't catch her virus.
"Just rest right here for now…we'll continue…when you're not too sick…" Rising off of the bed and loosening his collar even more than how it usually was, he walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
Closing her eyes, Sango allowed herself to catch her breath.
This was the weirdest, most pleasurable feeling ever. Somewhere inside her, though, she could tell that if she ever went back to heaven, she would be killed.
That she knew.
Michael, Gabriel and Urriel had all crowded around the small mirror, gaping.
This was the Satan and angel fiasco all over again.
Michael was the first to pull back, a light blush spreading like a wildfire against the ridge of his nose, "Well…we should…just…uh…"
Urriel ran his hand through his choppy brown hair and shook his head, although, it was obvious though, if given the chance, he'd watch it all over again.
"This is repulsive. I hope God knows what the heck we are all getting into…" he replied, trying to sound firm and serious, but his voice cracked and he ended up stuttering on the last word.
"Well…maybe one of us could go down to earth and watch closer…" Michael replied, sitting down.
Urriel sighed, and slouched slightly, "Michael…"
"What?"
That was when Gabriel struck his hands into fists. "I'll go." He walked off into the distance.
"Look what you did…now he's going to be in a stupid, stubborn mood from now until god knows when…"
"…ah crap…not again…" Michael struck himself in the head and fell back onto the ground, mumbling.
--WELL!
Well there ya go! I hope you guys liked it, it was longer and it had some Miroku x Sango action…KYA! Yeah you know you like that…XD!
Now, originally there are 6 archangels, and I am only going to have 3 in this one, Urriel, Michael and Gabriel.
Well, I gotta go and do some work, so you all ENJOY! I hope you like this one…XD
Plus, I have Monday off, so I am planning to update again then! YAY!
--Lots of love!
--t3h bl00
