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aloneindarknes7 Title: The Angel on Fire
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: RafieoMikey, DonaldMikeyMichael
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,530
Warning: Homosexual relationships, bondage, noncon, violence
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
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tmnt_100 prompt #52: Fire.
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: RafieoMikey, DonaldMikeyMichael
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,530
Warning: Homosexual relationships, bondage, noncon, violence
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for
tmnt_100 prompt #52: Fire. He groaned and struggled against the two different sets of hands on him. His hands were bound in front of him and his mouth was stuck open due to the ring gag, allowing him to still cry out slightly. Normally the two demons would use him sexually and then leave him alone. Today they seemed to have other plans for him which still involved playing with his body like he was nothing more than a toy, which he supposed he was.
Michelangelo knew that getting involved with a demon was a horrible idea but he hadn’t made the decision; his heart had. It had only taken a few days after losing his virginity to the love of his life that he was dragged to Hell. No angel had ever made it out of hell and he knew that he probably wouldn’t be the first one to do so, not when his heart was stuck with the demon living there. He knowingly went along with Rafieo and hadn’t been surprised when he had been introduced to Donald and Michael and shared between them. It wasn’t uncommon for demons to share their lovers amongst one another, even though it pained Michelangelo on more than one level to be with others.
The two latter demons continued to grope at his body and suck his cock, forcing his strangled groans of pleasure from his body. Even as he was molested, he found that he didn’t care. All the pain and humiliation the yellow and purple demon brought to him left once Rafieo took him in his arms again.
“Suck him harder, Michael. He has to come.” Donald ordered as he continued to fondle Michelangelo’s tail and lick along his neck.
Michael pulled away from Michelangelo’s cock with a loud slurp and wiped at his mouth. “I don’t understand why we’re doing this today.” Michael growled. “I just wanted to fuck his mouth again.”
“Get your mouth back to work,” Donald reached around to grab Michael’s neck. “And you’ll see that this will be much better than fucking his mouth.”
Michael gagged around the tight grip but nodded his head until Donald released him. Then he ducked back down and instantly deep throated Michelangelo.
Mewling with the unwanted pleasure, Michelangelo bucked within the holds on him as he closed his eyes. He knew that the two demons were breaking Rafieo’s rules of playing with him; no penetration and no orgasms. When they had taken off the cock ring that he normally wore during their sessions he had tried to cry out to his love but Rafieo had already been gone.
He was getting so close to coming, despite how much he tried to fight against it. He knew what Donald sought after; the purple demon was much too smart for his own good. He wanted to see Michelangelo’s wings that he hid in his shell. The angel would never show them willingly, which was why he was trying to force them out through an orgasm.
Crying out loudly, Michelangelo’s eyes widened and his body shook as his orgasm hit. He came into the demon’s mouth and his wings shot out of his back; bright white feathers softer than silk which filled the room.
“Holy shit,” Donald gasped as he instantly grabbed his wings at the base where they connected into his shell. Michelangelo hissed in pain, coming quickly down from his forced high. “I never knew they would be this soft.” He mumbled as he stroked the feathers he was crushing in his tight hold.
“Whoa, this is cool!” Michael agreed as he reached out and ran his hand gently down Michelangelo’s left wing. “I was wondering where this angel was hiding these. I want one of his feathers.” He tugged at one of the individual feathers that made up Michelangelo’s wings at his sudden impulsive need. Michelangelo thrashed violently due to the sudden pain, which only made Donald tighten his grip on his delicate wings, in turn adding to more of his pain. “Hold him still!” Michael growled as he continued to try and pry one feather out.
He finally tugged one out, causing Michelangelo to release a toe curling scream into the air and slump over in pain as he whimpered continuously. “That was quite the reaction.” Donald chuckled cruelly. “Pull another one out for me.”
“Alright,” Michael laughed delightedly and grabbed another individual feather to start the process all over again.
But the door to Michelangelo’s room was kicked open and Rafieo stood furiously in the doorway. “That’s what I thought,” the demon growled as he stared at the two other demons. “You fucking idiots broke my rule and are ruining my angel.” He snarled, summoning fire to circle around his body to further express his anger at the situation.
“Shit,” Donald released Michelangelo’s wings and the angel quickly scurried away from the two demons and into a corner.
“Rafieo, why didn’t you ever share these with us before?” Michael asked as he presented the feather he had pulled out. “They’re so soft and fun to play with.”
“You dumbass,” Rafieo scowled. “An angel’s wings are very sensitive and it hurts for them to be touched by anyone but their mates. And pulling out a feather is as painful as pulling out a nail, which I’m about to do to you in return.” Rafieo launched forward and grabbed the yellow demon.
Michael screamed and struggled under the bigger demon. “Sorry, I’m sorry!” Michael screamed as he curled his fingers into tight fists in order to protect his nails. “I didn’t know!” He protested. “And it was Donald’s idea to get his wings out!”
Donald was already halfway to the door when his long tail was grabbed by Rafieo and used to pull him back to the angry demon. “I was curious!” Donald confessed.
“Curiosity killed the cat and the two stupid demons that were foolish enough to go against my rules.” Rafieo snapped as he slammed Donald to the ground next to Michael’s body. “You two have lost all privileges of touching my angel.”
“That’s bullshit!” Michael argued. “I shared my human with you.”
“That was eighty years ago and your human had only lasted a few weeks between us three which is why I was going to allow you two a few weeks with Michelangelo. Now you two have lost those.” Rafieo snapped. “And if you want to keep your fingernails, you will give me back his feather.”
Michael offered the feather in an instant. “Here you go.”
“Now get the fuck out of my sight before I kill you both anyway.” Rafieo stood and watched the two quickly scramble away and rush out of the doorway and then out of Rafieo’s place entirely.
Rafieo scowled at their wake and then turned to face his little lover. Michelangelo had managed to get one wing tucked back into his shell but the other was out and twitching, obviously in pain.
Rafieo frowned and bent down over Michelangelo’s huddled form. “Don’t worry, my angel, they won’t ever touch your wings again.” He gently stroked his hand through the hurt wing, feeling the individual feathers twitch and shift at his touch until he found the spot where the feather had been tugged out. He found the bloody area and placed the feather back in, knowing that Michelangelo’s body would use less energy healing the wound than re-growing the feather.
Leaning forward, Rafieo carefully kissed the particular feather even as one hand continued to gently pet the wing. He pulled away and met Michelangelo’s blue eyes. “Better?” He asked, his voice much softer talking to the angel than it was with the demons.
Michelangelo flexed his wing, expanding it slightly before curling it back within his shell and nodded. Rafieo nodded as well, satisfied with the damage being partially fixed, and began untying Michelangelo and removing the ring gag from his mouth. Michelangelo licked his lips as he worked his jaw experimentally while Rafieo rubbed at his chaffed wrists.
“I’m glad that I don’t have to share you anymore. I know it seems hard to believe, but it pained me far more than you to allow those two to touch you.” Rafieo admitted as he gathered Michelangelo into his arms, the angel curling against his chest and seeking comfort. “I had to so none of the demons here would get suspicious and think that I was actually in love with you.”
“I know,” Michelangelo smiled at hearing the confession, even if Rafieo told him after each visit from Michael and Donald. “But you know that I didn’t care if they touched me, as long as you touch me afterwards to erase their filthy marks.”
“Always,” Rafieo tipped Michelangelo’s head up and wiped away his tears before claiming a kiss. “You know that you are my angel and mine only.”
“And you are my everything,” Michelangelo wrapped his arms around Rafieo’s neck. “My heart, my love, my everything.”
Rafieo kissed him again and moved to the bed that was in the room. There really wasn’t anything else in the room but the bed and the door which was currently off its hinges thanks to Rafieo’s entrance.
Rafieo laid Michelangelo down on the bed and straddled his smaller form. “My beautiful angel, let me rid your body of any damage they did to you.” Rafieo slowly started to kiss his way around Michelangelo’s body. His kisses set Michelangelo’s body on fire, not just because his lover was a fire demon, but due to his passion. Rafieo was an amazing lover and when his attention was focused purely on Michelangelo it made the angel feel like he was surpassing heaven.
“Rafieo,” Michelangelo arched his body as Rafieo’s devious tongue licked over his slit, his puckered entrance, and his tail. Rafieo sucked his tail into his mouth and took much delight in hearing Michelangelo mewl with pleasure. Rafieo took his time preparing Michelangelo, first using his tongue to tease the angel and then slowly stretching him with his fingers.
He took great pleasure in knowing that he was the only one to penetrate Michelangelo in such a way. Even though Donald and Michael had taken pleasure from Michelangelo’s mouth and hands numerous times, they had never so much as placed the tip of their fingers inside the angel. Rafieo had made sure they understood how serious he was about that by telling them seriously that anything that entered Michelangelo in such a way would be burnt to an ashy crisp.
“Please, my love,” Michelangelo begged, his blue eyes hazy with lust as he met his gaze. “My body aches for you.”
“And mine for you,” Rafieo whispered tenderly as he repositioned himself. Slowly, he pressed into Michelangelo, making the angel cry out and cling to him.
“Oh, Rafieo,” Michelangelo crooned as he bucked against the large demon, rubbing his erection against Rafieo’s plastron. Rafieo grinned, delighted with the amount of lust he was able to stir up within the angel.
“Take what you want from me,” Rafieo moved them so that he was on his shell and Michelangelo was on top of him. “I am yours.”
Another moan escaped from Michelangelo due to Rafieo’s words. He picked himself up and began to slowly ride the demon’s large cock, throwing his head back in pleasure as he breathed heavily.
“Let your wings out,” Rafieo stroked a hand up Michelangelo’s dick. “Let yourself enjoy this fully.”
Michelangelo nodded and his wings popped out of his shell, flapping and stretching out with each of his moans as he continued to ride the demon. Rafieo touched his wings gently, presenting Michelangelo with even more pleasure. Rafieo loved running his hands through the soft, silky feathers and knowing that he was the only one who could touch Michelangelo there without hurting him since he bore the angel’s mark of being his mate.
Rafieo hadn’t returned the favor of marking Michelangelo but the angel didn’t question it since he probably wasn’t aware that demons even had marks. Since very few demons ever did mark a human or an angel or even another demon, it wasn’t a well known fact. When a demon marked another it ensured the one who bore the mark of never being hurt by the demon’s power. Most demons didn’t like to give that advantage to anyone.
“Rafieo,” Michelangelo shouted as his wings spread out even farther with his ecstasy as he came. His body squeezed around Rafieo and sent the demon into his own burst of pleasure.
Michelangelo slowly leaned forward and covered himself and his demon lover with his wings. He smiled at Rafieo and kissed his lips. “I love you,” he whispered as he rested his head on Rafieo’s chest.
“Yeah, me too.” Rafieo continued to pet Michelangelo’s wings as the angel drifted off to sleep.
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Michelangelo woke up alone but didn’t mind. He knew that Rafieo had to work hard to protect him from other demons, which meant that Rafieo had to constantly work on his fire powers in order to get stronger. But he heard a voice in the other room and smiled at recognizing the low rumble of his love.
Normally, Michelangelo knew not to leave his room but since the door was broken he figured Rafieo wouldn’t mind anyways. Walking to the doorway, Michelangelo stopped and quickly ducked back into the room before he could be seen.
Michael and Donald had returned with another demon. Michelangelo had never seen the blue demon before but he didn’t like the looks of him. His size seemed to be equal with Rafieo’s which meant that he was just as powerful if not more powerful than his lover. Michelangelo swallowed and hoped that the other demon wasn’t there to take him away from Rafieo. He listened to their quiet conversation while his heart beat rapidly with fear in his chest.
“—idiots hurt him too much.” Rafieo was telling the blue demon. “I’m not going to let Michelangelo be hurt like that, Leon, or else he won’t live long.”
Leon, who Michelangelo supposed was the blue demon, scowled. “A little damage won’t ruin the angel and you know it, Rafieo. I feel like these two were right; you’re going soft for the thing. They told me you don’t even have it bound up outside of when they’re fooling around with it.”
“Of course not, an angel in binds dies even quicker.” Rafieo stressed. “I have a good thing going on here.” Rafieo thumbed over his back into Michelangelo’s room. “I don’t even need to tie the angel up because it’s keeping itself here. Listen, the angel is in love with me so he’s not going to leave me.”
“We’ve had angels love demons before down here.” Leon scolded. “You know that didn’t last long. Eventually the angels’ had their hearts broken and finally tried to leave. That was when they usually died because they left the demon and other demons got to them or they just died shortly after from their weak hearts. It’s only a matter of time before your angel dies too so you might as well share him while you can. Unless you want us to tell everyone else that you have an angel down here.”
“You don’t understand,” Rafieo explained. “My angel is going to live a long life. I’ve made sure of it and I’m doing everything right.”
“And how have you made sure of that?” Donald asked disbelievingly.
“The foolish angel actually thinks that I love him back.” Michelangelo’s eyes widened as he felt his heart shatter at the sentence. He gripped his plastron as though he could hold his heart together as he heard the three demons laugh at the admittance. Michelangelo shook his head and fought back the tears in his eyes. He knew that Rafieo was lying to the demons in order to protect them both. That had to be it.
“Be quiet,” Rafieo hissed. “You’ll wake him up.”
“A demon actually loving an angel? That’s a good one, Rafieo. Where did you find such a gullible angel?” Leon asked as he lowered his voice.
“I guess I just lucked out. Honestly, I feel like I’ve landed the best gig ever. I just have to keep telling this angel I love him,” Rafieo’s voice fell into a mocking tone at the word, “and he keeps himself here as my own personal sex slave. I pat myself on the back every night.”
The four demons all began to chuckle again, trying their hardest to keep their laughter down while Michelangelo tried his hardest to keep his sobs quiet. He had thought that Rafieo was different than the other demons. He saw that he was mistaken now.
“I just had my way with him a while ago but you guys can use him if you want to.” Rafieo offered once their laughter ended. “Just let me go wake him up and come up with some bullshit excuse of protecting him to explain why you guys are touching him again.”
Michelangelo’s hands curled into fists as he stepped into the doorway and glared at Rafieo. Rafieo stopped mid-step towards the room and his eyes widened as he saw Michelangelo’s tears and angry expression.
“Michelangelo,” he started and quickly looked over his shoulder before licking his lips. “Please, my angel, let me explain something to you in the other room.”
“No more lies, demon.” Michelangelo growled. He shook his head disgustedly. “I regret the day I marked you and gave you my heart.” He released his wings and looked at the door behind the demons. “I won’t stay with you for another minute.”
“Don’t be an idiot,” Rafieo yelled. “You take one step out of here with your wings out and all the demons that see you will try to get a piece of you. You’ll be killed amongst the chaos.”
“If I die, so be it.” Michelangelo spat. “I will die soon anyways due to my broken heart, but I refuse to die here, with you.”
“I won’t let you do that.” Rafieo stepped in front of him.
“Try and stop me then.” Michelangelo dared. He inhaled deeply, inflating his lungs, before he let loose a piercing screech, causing all of the demons to topple over due to the strength of his power. Michelangelo quickly took the opportunity to fly over the demons and out of the door, ignoring Rafieo’s cries after him.
The instant he was out of Rafieo’s area and in the open area of Hell, Michelangelo knew that he wasn’t going to survive. Demons of all sizes, shapes, and colors instantly spotted him as he flew into the sky and towards the gate of Hell. Fire, shadows, boulders, and many other different demonic weapons were thrown at him, trying to knock him out of the sky. Other demons used their powers to launch them into the air after him, soaring without wings and getting close to him.
Michelangelo turned to launch his own attacks on the ones that got close to him, blasting them with his deafening cries. He flapped his wings as quickly as he could. But he wasn’t even halfway to the gates when a demon finally managed to grab onto one of his wings. Michelangelo screamed out in pain as he fell from the sky, the demon on him laughing with delight up until they landed and other demons quickly fell upon them both.
Clawed hands seemed to grab him from every direction. Michelangelo screamed in agony and tried to tuck his wings in to protect them but too many hands had gotten hold of them already. It seemed like he really was going to die. It felt like it was the physical equivalence to his heart being so cruelly broken moments ago. And then he couldn’t even scream out anymore. He fell silent as he gave up, accepting his death to the numerous amounts of demons.
But then a booming voice erupted. “I said get away from my angel!” The demons closest to Michelangelo suddenly burst into flames and the demons around him quickly stepped back for fear of getting caught on fire as well. Rafieo stepped into the small circle that had formed, unafraid of his own powers since he knew they couldn’t hurt him.
“I have never lied to you, Michelangelo.” Rafieo declared as he gently picked up Michelangelo’s weak form and cradled him. “I should have done this long ago to prove my love for you.” He picked up Michelangelo’s hand and pressed a kiss into his palm. Michelangelo gasped as his skin tinkled in a warm way before the sensation left him, leaving a mark on his skin that seemed so similar to the mark Rafieo bore.
Michelangelo stared at his palm before looking up at Rafieo. Rafieo smiled sadly. “You are mine and if you die, I will die with you.” A burst of flames suddenly burst around Rafieo’s form, hitting a few of the demons that had dared get close to them and killing them instantly. “My powers won’t hurt you, because you are a part of me now.” Rafieo explained as he slowly started walking towards the gates of Hell. “I am using all the energy I have right now to keep you safe. I won’t make it to the gates but I can get you closer.” The demons continued to follow the two, careful not to touch Rafieo’s flame.
“When my energy runs out, I want you to fly as fast as you can and get out of here. You can heal on Earth but you won’t last much longer here.” Rafieo’s flame was slowly getting smaller as he continued to carry Michelangelo to the gate of Hell. “I’m sorry I ever made you doubt my love for you.” Rafieo apologized as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Michelangelo’s forehead.
“Rafieo,” Michelangelo reached up and cupped the demon’s face with his marked hand.
“Do me a favor and don’t look back. Just keep on flying until you get to Earth.” Rafieo requested as his flame finally gave out. “Go, Michelangelo!” He shouted as he hurled Michelangelo high into the air.
Michelangelo’s wings flapped, albeit painfully. He remained hovering over Rafieo and watched as a few demons attacked Rafieo viciously, having given up on getting the angel and instead seeking revenge for him getting away. Other demons once again turned their attention towards Michelangelo and trying to bring him back down.
“Michelangelo, go now!” Rafieo shouted as he attacked the demons that were trying for Michelangelo. He didn’t bother defending himself from the ones attacking him, he only focused on the others.
Tears welled in Michelangelo’s eyes as he watched Rafieo. He was so close to the gates but he couldn’t leave Rafieo, not when he knew that he really loved him.
Michelangelo quickly dived lower, shouting at Rafieo, “Give me your hand!” Rafieo’s eyes widened even as he reached his hand up for Michelangelo to grab. Michelangelo lifted Rafieo into the air with a grunt. Then, inflating his lungs, Michelangelo used as much energy as he had left to spare and blasted the demons below him with a loud cry. He flapped his wings towards the gates while the demons struggled to gather themselves after the angel’s attack.
“We live together, or we die together, my love.” Michelangelo stated as he struggled to keep them both in the air. His energy was gone and he was holding Rafieo up and flying simply with the strength that adrenaline could give. But even that couldn’t hold up for long.
Michelangelo cried out weakly as they started to fall right in front of the gates. “Rafieo,” he gasped as he saw the demons running towards them.
“We’re getting out of here together.” Rafieo growled as he picked Michelangelo up and started to climb up the gates. He was almost over the gates when another demon launched an attack which hit Rafieo directly in the back. Rafieo grunted in pain and rolled over the top, the two falling to the ground.
“Come on,” Michelangelo moaned as he stood up and struggled to get Rafieo on his feet as well. “We aren’t safe yet.” The two tried to stumble away, leaning against one another. “We were so close.” Michelangelo had tears in his eyes and he clasped hands with Rafieo, knowing that some of the other demons were climbing the gates after them and it wouldn’t be long before they were caught.
Michelangelo gasped as he saw the three angelic lights suddenly glowing before him. He grinned widely as he recognized the three angels racing towards them. “Rafieo, we’re going to be okay.” He stated as he heard the demons behind them cry out as the three angels attacked. Falling to the ground, Michelangelo squeezed Rafieo’s hand. “We’re going to make it.”
“I love you,” Rafieo whispered as he squeezed back. “I was never lying when I said that.”
“I know, I believe you now,” Michelangelo reassured.
“Never shoulda taken you to Hell, my biggest mistake. But,” Rafieo took a deep, labored breath, “I wasn’t able to fully protect you on Earth. You would have been taken from me. I was stronger in Hell.”
“It’s behind us now, literally.” Michelangelo grinned weakly. His grin twitched when the three angels surrounded them.
“We have to get Michelangelo back to Heaven to properly heal.” Leonardo decided as he bent down and gently caressed Michelangelo’s face.
“I only go where Rafieo goes.” Michelangelo told the three.
“This is the demon that brought you here.” Donatello frowned as he eyed Rafieo’s bleeding form. “He’s also very weak. If we leave him here, he’ll die.”
“Good,” Raphael bit out. “Now let’s grab Michelangelo and return to Heaven.”
“No,” Michelangelo gathered his strength to shake his head. “Rafieo can’t go to Heaven, so I can’t go to Heaven either.”
“Michelangelo, don’t be ridiculous.” Leonardo scolded. “You need to be healed.”
“Not without my mate.” Michelangelo disconnected his hand from Rafieo’s and showed the other three the mark there, making them gasp with surprise. “I’m part of him now and demons aren’t allowed in Heaven.”
“Can demons actually do that?” Raphael asked.
“I thought it was just a myth,” Donatello admitted. “But since it’s true, then Michelangelo’s right; he can’t return to Heaven.”
The two looked at Leonardo for a decision. “Well we certainly aren’t leaving them here to die. Donatello, pick up Michelangelo. Raphael and I will carry our new brother-in-law.”
“Nice to meet you,” Rafieo mumbled even as his eyes closed. Michelangelo was going to be safe, he was going to be okay; it was time for him to fall into a deep unconsciousness.
“We’ll find a secure spot on Earth and get you both healed then,” Donatello explained to Michelangelo as he cradled his brother and took flight. “We’ve been worried sick about you, Michelangelo.”
“I missed you guys too,” Michelangelo rested his head on Donatello’s shoulder.
“This guy is kinda heavy, even between us two.” Raphael complained. “He better be worth the pain.”
“He is,” Michelangelo promised. “After all, he loves me.” He smiled as he joined his love in an unconscious state.
Michelangelo knew that getting involved with a demon was a horrible idea but he hadn’t made the decision; his heart had. It had only taken a few days after losing his virginity to the love of his life that he was dragged to Hell. No angel had ever made it out of hell and he knew that he probably wouldn’t be the first one to do so, not when his heart was stuck with the demon living there. He knowingly went along with Rafieo and hadn’t been surprised when he had been introduced to Donald and Michael and shared between them. It wasn’t uncommon for demons to share their lovers amongst one another, even though it pained Michelangelo on more than one level to be with others.
The two latter demons continued to grope at his body and suck his cock, forcing his strangled groans of pleasure from his body. Even as he was molested, he found that he didn’t care. All the pain and humiliation the yellow and purple demon brought to him left once Rafieo took him in his arms again.
“Suck him harder, Michael. He has to come.” Donald ordered as he continued to fondle Michelangelo’s tail and lick along his neck.
Michael pulled away from Michelangelo’s cock with a loud slurp and wiped at his mouth. “I don’t understand why we’re doing this today.” Michael growled. “I just wanted to fuck his mouth again.”
“Get your mouth back to work,” Donald reached around to grab Michael’s neck. “And you’ll see that this will be much better than fucking his mouth.”
Michael gagged around the tight grip but nodded his head until Donald released him. Then he ducked back down and instantly deep throated Michelangelo.
Mewling with the unwanted pleasure, Michelangelo bucked within the holds on him as he closed his eyes. He knew that the two demons were breaking Rafieo’s rules of playing with him; no penetration and no orgasms. When they had taken off the cock ring that he normally wore during their sessions he had tried to cry out to his love but Rafieo had already been gone.
He was getting so close to coming, despite how much he tried to fight against it. He knew what Donald sought after; the purple demon was much too smart for his own good. He wanted to see Michelangelo’s wings that he hid in his shell. The angel would never show them willingly, which was why he was trying to force them out through an orgasm.
Crying out loudly, Michelangelo’s eyes widened and his body shook as his orgasm hit. He came into the demon’s mouth and his wings shot out of his back; bright white feathers softer than silk which filled the room.
“Holy shit,” Donald gasped as he instantly grabbed his wings at the base where they connected into his shell. Michelangelo hissed in pain, coming quickly down from his forced high. “I never knew they would be this soft.” He mumbled as he stroked the feathers he was crushing in his tight hold.
“Whoa, this is cool!” Michael agreed as he reached out and ran his hand gently down Michelangelo’s left wing. “I was wondering where this angel was hiding these. I want one of his feathers.” He tugged at one of the individual feathers that made up Michelangelo’s wings at his sudden impulsive need. Michelangelo thrashed violently due to the sudden pain, which only made Donald tighten his grip on his delicate wings, in turn adding to more of his pain. “Hold him still!” Michael growled as he continued to try and pry one feather out.
He finally tugged one out, causing Michelangelo to release a toe curling scream into the air and slump over in pain as he whimpered continuously. “That was quite the reaction.” Donald chuckled cruelly. “Pull another one out for me.”
“Alright,” Michael laughed delightedly and grabbed another individual feather to start the process all over again.
But the door to Michelangelo’s room was kicked open and Rafieo stood furiously in the doorway. “That’s what I thought,” the demon growled as he stared at the two other demons. “You fucking idiots broke my rule and are ruining my angel.” He snarled, summoning fire to circle around his body to further express his anger at the situation.
“Shit,” Donald released Michelangelo’s wings and the angel quickly scurried away from the two demons and into a corner.
“Rafieo, why didn’t you ever share these with us before?” Michael asked as he presented the feather he had pulled out. “They’re so soft and fun to play with.”
“You dumbass,” Rafieo scowled. “An angel’s wings are very sensitive and it hurts for them to be touched by anyone but their mates. And pulling out a feather is as painful as pulling out a nail, which I’m about to do to you in return.” Rafieo launched forward and grabbed the yellow demon.
Michael screamed and struggled under the bigger demon. “Sorry, I’m sorry!” Michael screamed as he curled his fingers into tight fists in order to protect his nails. “I didn’t know!” He protested. “And it was Donald’s idea to get his wings out!”
Donald was already halfway to the door when his long tail was grabbed by Rafieo and used to pull him back to the angry demon. “I was curious!” Donald confessed.
“Curiosity killed the cat and the two stupid demons that were foolish enough to go against my rules.” Rafieo snapped as he slammed Donald to the ground next to Michael’s body. “You two have lost all privileges of touching my angel.”
“That’s bullshit!” Michael argued. “I shared my human with you.”
“That was eighty years ago and your human had only lasted a few weeks between us three which is why I was going to allow you two a few weeks with Michelangelo. Now you two have lost those.” Rafieo snapped. “And if you want to keep your fingernails, you will give me back his feather.”
Michael offered the feather in an instant. “Here you go.”
“Now get the fuck out of my sight before I kill you both anyway.” Rafieo stood and watched the two quickly scramble away and rush out of the doorway and then out of Rafieo’s place entirely.
Rafieo scowled at their wake and then turned to face his little lover. Michelangelo had managed to get one wing tucked back into his shell but the other was out and twitching, obviously in pain.
Rafieo frowned and bent down over Michelangelo’s huddled form. “Don’t worry, my angel, they won’t ever touch your wings again.” He gently stroked his hand through the hurt wing, feeling the individual feathers twitch and shift at his touch until he found the spot where the feather had been tugged out. He found the bloody area and placed the feather back in, knowing that Michelangelo’s body would use less energy healing the wound than re-growing the feather.
Leaning forward, Rafieo carefully kissed the particular feather even as one hand continued to gently pet the wing. He pulled away and met Michelangelo’s blue eyes. “Better?” He asked, his voice much softer talking to the angel than it was with the demons.
Michelangelo flexed his wing, expanding it slightly before curling it back within his shell and nodded. Rafieo nodded as well, satisfied with the damage being partially fixed, and began untying Michelangelo and removing the ring gag from his mouth. Michelangelo licked his lips as he worked his jaw experimentally while Rafieo rubbed at his chaffed wrists.
“I’m glad that I don’t have to share you anymore. I know it seems hard to believe, but it pained me far more than you to allow those two to touch you.” Rafieo admitted as he gathered Michelangelo into his arms, the angel curling against his chest and seeking comfort. “I had to so none of the demons here would get suspicious and think that I was actually in love with you.”
“I know,” Michelangelo smiled at hearing the confession, even if Rafieo told him after each visit from Michael and Donald. “But you know that I didn’t care if they touched me, as long as you touch me afterwards to erase their filthy marks.”
“Always,” Rafieo tipped Michelangelo’s head up and wiped away his tears before claiming a kiss. “You know that you are my angel and mine only.”
“And you are my everything,” Michelangelo wrapped his arms around Rafieo’s neck. “My heart, my love, my everything.”
Rafieo kissed him again and moved to the bed that was in the room. There really wasn’t anything else in the room but the bed and the door which was currently off its hinges thanks to Rafieo’s entrance.
Rafieo laid Michelangelo down on the bed and straddled his smaller form. “My beautiful angel, let me rid your body of any damage they did to you.” Rafieo slowly started to kiss his way around Michelangelo’s body. His kisses set Michelangelo’s body on fire, not just because his lover was a fire demon, but due to his passion. Rafieo was an amazing lover and when his attention was focused purely on Michelangelo it made the angel feel like he was surpassing heaven.
“Rafieo,” Michelangelo arched his body as Rafieo’s devious tongue licked over his slit, his puckered entrance, and his tail. Rafieo sucked his tail into his mouth and took much delight in hearing Michelangelo mewl with pleasure. Rafieo took his time preparing Michelangelo, first using his tongue to tease the angel and then slowly stretching him with his fingers.
He took great pleasure in knowing that he was the only one to penetrate Michelangelo in such a way. Even though Donald and Michael had taken pleasure from Michelangelo’s mouth and hands numerous times, they had never so much as placed the tip of their fingers inside the angel. Rafieo had made sure they understood how serious he was about that by telling them seriously that anything that entered Michelangelo in such a way would be burnt to an ashy crisp.
“Please, my love,” Michelangelo begged, his blue eyes hazy with lust as he met his gaze. “My body aches for you.”
“And mine for you,” Rafieo whispered tenderly as he repositioned himself. Slowly, he pressed into Michelangelo, making the angel cry out and cling to him.
“Oh, Rafieo,” Michelangelo crooned as he bucked against the large demon, rubbing his erection against Rafieo’s plastron. Rafieo grinned, delighted with the amount of lust he was able to stir up within the angel.
“Take what you want from me,” Rafieo moved them so that he was on his shell and Michelangelo was on top of him. “I am yours.”
Another moan escaped from Michelangelo due to Rafieo’s words. He picked himself up and began to slowly ride the demon’s large cock, throwing his head back in pleasure as he breathed heavily.
“Let your wings out,” Rafieo stroked a hand up Michelangelo’s dick. “Let yourself enjoy this fully.”
Michelangelo nodded and his wings popped out of his shell, flapping and stretching out with each of his moans as he continued to ride the demon. Rafieo touched his wings gently, presenting Michelangelo with even more pleasure. Rafieo loved running his hands through the soft, silky feathers and knowing that he was the only one who could touch Michelangelo there without hurting him since he bore the angel’s mark of being his mate.
Rafieo hadn’t returned the favor of marking Michelangelo but the angel didn’t question it since he probably wasn’t aware that demons even had marks. Since very few demons ever did mark a human or an angel or even another demon, it wasn’t a well known fact. When a demon marked another it ensured the one who bore the mark of never being hurt by the demon’s power. Most demons didn’t like to give that advantage to anyone.
“Rafieo,” Michelangelo shouted as his wings spread out even farther with his ecstasy as he came. His body squeezed around Rafieo and sent the demon into his own burst of pleasure.
Michelangelo slowly leaned forward and covered himself and his demon lover with his wings. He smiled at Rafieo and kissed his lips. “I love you,” he whispered as he rested his head on Rafieo’s chest.
“Yeah, me too.” Rafieo continued to pet Michelangelo’s wings as the angel drifted off to sleep.
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Michelangelo woke up alone but didn’t mind. He knew that Rafieo had to work hard to protect him from other demons, which meant that Rafieo had to constantly work on his fire powers in order to get stronger. But he heard a voice in the other room and smiled at recognizing the low rumble of his love.
Normally, Michelangelo knew not to leave his room but since the door was broken he figured Rafieo wouldn’t mind anyways. Walking to the doorway, Michelangelo stopped and quickly ducked back into the room before he could be seen.
Michael and Donald had returned with another demon. Michelangelo had never seen the blue demon before but he didn’t like the looks of him. His size seemed to be equal with Rafieo’s which meant that he was just as powerful if not more powerful than his lover. Michelangelo swallowed and hoped that the other demon wasn’t there to take him away from Rafieo. He listened to their quiet conversation while his heart beat rapidly with fear in his chest.
“—idiots hurt him too much.” Rafieo was telling the blue demon. “I’m not going to let Michelangelo be hurt like that, Leon, or else he won’t live long.”
Leon, who Michelangelo supposed was the blue demon, scowled. “A little damage won’t ruin the angel and you know it, Rafieo. I feel like these two were right; you’re going soft for the thing. They told me you don’t even have it bound up outside of when they’re fooling around with it.”
“Of course not, an angel in binds dies even quicker.” Rafieo stressed. “I have a good thing going on here.” Rafieo thumbed over his back into Michelangelo’s room. “I don’t even need to tie the angel up because it’s keeping itself here. Listen, the angel is in love with me so he’s not going to leave me.”
“We’ve had angels love demons before down here.” Leon scolded. “You know that didn’t last long. Eventually the angels’ had their hearts broken and finally tried to leave. That was when they usually died because they left the demon and other demons got to them or they just died shortly after from their weak hearts. It’s only a matter of time before your angel dies too so you might as well share him while you can. Unless you want us to tell everyone else that you have an angel down here.”
“You don’t understand,” Rafieo explained. “My angel is going to live a long life. I’ve made sure of it and I’m doing everything right.”
“And how have you made sure of that?” Donald asked disbelievingly.
“The foolish angel actually thinks that I love him back.” Michelangelo’s eyes widened as he felt his heart shatter at the sentence. He gripped his plastron as though he could hold his heart together as he heard the three demons laugh at the admittance. Michelangelo shook his head and fought back the tears in his eyes. He knew that Rafieo was lying to the demons in order to protect them both. That had to be it.
“Be quiet,” Rafieo hissed. “You’ll wake him up.”
“A demon actually loving an angel? That’s a good one, Rafieo. Where did you find such a gullible angel?” Leon asked as he lowered his voice.
“I guess I just lucked out. Honestly, I feel like I’ve landed the best gig ever. I just have to keep telling this angel I love him,” Rafieo’s voice fell into a mocking tone at the word, “and he keeps himself here as my own personal sex slave. I pat myself on the back every night.”
The four demons all began to chuckle again, trying their hardest to keep their laughter down while Michelangelo tried his hardest to keep his sobs quiet. He had thought that Rafieo was different than the other demons. He saw that he was mistaken now.
“I just had my way with him a while ago but you guys can use him if you want to.” Rafieo offered once their laughter ended. “Just let me go wake him up and come up with some bullshit excuse of protecting him to explain why you guys are touching him again.”
Michelangelo’s hands curled into fists as he stepped into the doorway and glared at Rafieo. Rafieo stopped mid-step towards the room and his eyes widened as he saw Michelangelo’s tears and angry expression.
“Michelangelo,” he started and quickly looked over his shoulder before licking his lips. “Please, my angel, let me explain something to you in the other room.”
“No more lies, demon.” Michelangelo growled. He shook his head disgustedly. “I regret the day I marked you and gave you my heart.” He released his wings and looked at the door behind the demons. “I won’t stay with you for another minute.”
“Don’t be an idiot,” Rafieo yelled. “You take one step out of here with your wings out and all the demons that see you will try to get a piece of you. You’ll be killed amongst the chaos.”
“If I die, so be it.” Michelangelo spat. “I will die soon anyways due to my broken heart, but I refuse to die here, with you.”
“I won’t let you do that.” Rafieo stepped in front of him.
“Try and stop me then.” Michelangelo dared. He inhaled deeply, inflating his lungs, before he let loose a piercing screech, causing all of the demons to topple over due to the strength of his power. Michelangelo quickly took the opportunity to fly over the demons and out of the door, ignoring Rafieo’s cries after him.
The instant he was out of Rafieo’s area and in the open area of Hell, Michelangelo knew that he wasn’t going to survive. Demons of all sizes, shapes, and colors instantly spotted him as he flew into the sky and towards the gate of Hell. Fire, shadows, boulders, and many other different demonic weapons were thrown at him, trying to knock him out of the sky. Other demons used their powers to launch them into the air after him, soaring without wings and getting close to him.
Michelangelo turned to launch his own attacks on the ones that got close to him, blasting them with his deafening cries. He flapped his wings as quickly as he could. But he wasn’t even halfway to the gates when a demon finally managed to grab onto one of his wings. Michelangelo screamed out in pain as he fell from the sky, the demon on him laughing with delight up until they landed and other demons quickly fell upon them both.
Clawed hands seemed to grab him from every direction. Michelangelo screamed in agony and tried to tuck his wings in to protect them but too many hands had gotten hold of them already. It seemed like he really was going to die. It felt like it was the physical equivalence to his heart being so cruelly broken moments ago. And then he couldn’t even scream out anymore. He fell silent as he gave up, accepting his death to the numerous amounts of demons.
But then a booming voice erupted. “I said get away from my angel!” The demons closest to Michelangelo suddenly burst into flames and the demons around him quickly stepped back for fear of getting caught on fire as well. Rafieo stepped into the small circle that had formed, unafraid of his own powers since he knew they couldn’t hurt him.
“I have never lied to you, Michelangelo.” Rafieo declared as he gently picked up Michelangelo’s weak form and cradled him. “I should have done this long ago to prove my love for you.” He picked up Michelangelo’s hand and pressed a kiss into his palm. Michelangelo gasped as his skin tinkled in a warm way before the sensation left him, leaving a mark on his skin that seemed so similar to the mark Rafieo bore.
Michelangelo stared at his palm before looking up at Rafieo. Rafieo smiled sadly. “You are mine and if you die, I will die with you.” A burst of flames suddenly burst around Rafieo’s form, hitting a few of the demons that had dared get close to them and killing them instantly. “My powers won’t hurt you, because you are a part of me now.” Rafieo explained as he slowly started walking towards the gates of Hell. “I am using all the energy I have right now to keep you safe. I won’t make it to the gates but I can get you closer.” The demons continued to follow the two, careful not to touch Rafieo’s flame.
“When my energy runs out, I want you to fly as fast as you can and get out of here. You can heal on Earth but you won’t last much longer here.” Rafieo’s flame was slowly getting smaller as he continued to carry Michelangelo to the gate of Hell. “I’m sorry I ever made you doubt my love for you.” Rafieo apologized as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Michelangelo’s forehead.
“Rafieo,” Michelangelo reached up and cupped the demon’s face with his marked hand.
“Do me a favor and don’t look back. Just keep on flying until you get to Earth.” Rafieo requested as his flame finally gave out. “Go, Michelangelo!” He shouted as he hurled Michelangelo high into the air.
Michelangelo’s wings flapped, albeit painfully. He remained hovering over Rafieo and watched as a few demons attacked Rafieo viciously, having given up on getting the angel and instead seeking revenge for him getting away. Other demons once again turned their attention towards Michelangelo and trying to bring him back down.
“Michelangelo, go now!” Rafieo shouted as he attacked the demons that were trying for Michelangelo. He didn’t bother defending himself from the ones attacking him, he only focused on the others.
Tears welled in Michelangelo’s eyes as he watched Rafieo. He was so close to the gates but he couldn’t leave Rafieo, not when he knew that he really loved him.
Michelangelo quickly dived lower, shouting at Rafieo, “Give me your hand!” Rafieo’s eyes widened even as he reached his hand up for Michelangelo to grab. Michelangelo lifted Rafieo into the air with a grunt. Then, inflating his lungs, Michelangelo used as much energy as he had left to spare and blasted the demons below him with a loud cry. He flapped his wings towards the gates while the demons struggled to gather themselves after the angel’s attack.
“We live together, or we die together, my love.” Michelangelo stated as he struggled to keep them both in the air. His energy was gone and he was holding Rafieo up and flying simply with the strength that adrenaline could give. But even that couldn’t hold up for long.
Michelangelo cried out weakly as they started to fall right in front of the gates. “Rafieo,” he gasped as he saw the demons running towards them.
“We’re getting out of here together.” Rafieo growled as he picked Michelangelo up and started to climb up the gates. He was almost over the gates when another demon launched an attack which hit Rafieo directly in the back. Rafieo grunted in pain and rolled over the top, the two falling to the ground.
“Come on,” Michelangelo moaned as he stood up and struggled to get Rafieo on his feet as well. “We aren’t safe yet.” The two tried to stumble away, leaning against one another. “We were so close.” Michelangelo had tears in his eyes and he clasped hands with Rafieo, knowing that some of the other demons were climbing the gates after them and it wouldn’t be long before they were caught.
Michelangelo gasped as he saw the three angelic lights suddenly glowing before him. He grinned widely as he recognized the three angels racing towards them. “Rafieo, we’re going to be okay.” He stated as he heard the demons behind them cry out as the three angels attacked. Falling to the ground, Michelangelo squeezed Rafieo’s hand. “We’re going to make it.”
“I love you,” Rafieo whispered as he squeezed back. “I was never lying when I said that.”
“I know, I believe you now,” Michelangelo reassured.
“Never shoulda taken you to Hell, my biggest mistake. But,” Rafieo took a deep, labored breath, “I wasn’t able to fully protect you on Earth. You would have been taken from me. I was stronger in Hell.”
“It’s behind us now, literally.” Michelangelo grinned weakly. His grin twitched when the three angels surrounded them.
“We have to get Michelangelo back to Heaven to properly heal.” Leonardo decided as he bent down and gently caressed Michelangelo’s face.
“I only go where Rafieo goes.” Michelangelo told the three.
“This is the demon that brought you here.” Donatello frowned as he eyed Rafieo’s bleeding form. “He’s also very weak. If we leave him here, he’ll die.”
“Good,” Raphael bit out. “Now let’s grab Michelangelo and return to Heaven.”
“No,” Michelangelo gathered his strength to shake his head. “Rafieo can’t go to Heaven, so I can’t go to Heaven either.”
“Michelangelo, don’t be ridiculous.” Leonardo scolded. “You need to be healed.”
“Not without my mate.” Michelangelo disconnected his hand from Rafieo’s and showed the other three the mark there, making them gasp with surprise. “I’m part of him now and demons aren’t allowed in Heaven.”
“Can demons actually do that?” Raphael asked.
“I thought it was just a myth,” Donatello admitted. “But since it’s true, then Michelangelo’s right; he can’t return to Heaven.”
The two looked at Leonardo for a decision. “Well we certainly aren’t leaving them here to die. Donatello, pick up Michelangelo. Raphael and I will carry our new brother-in-law.”
“Nice to meet you,” Rafieo mumbled even as his eyes closed. Michelangelo was going to be safe, he was going to be okay; it was time for him to fall into a deep unconsciousness.
“We’ll find a secure spot on Earth and get you both healed then,” Donatello explained to Michelangelo as he cradled his brother and took flight. “We’ve been worried sick about you, Michelangelo.”
“I missed you guys too,” Michelangelo rested his head on Donatello’s shoulder.
“This guy is kinda heavy, even between us two.” Raphael complained. “He better be worth the pain.”
“He is,” Michelangelo promised. “After all, he loves me.” He smiled as he joined his love in an unconscious state.
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Date: 2011-06-21 04:57 pm (UTC)"Ah yeah, I figured there were going to be mistakes since I wrote this in two sittings and one was late at night. Also, I only ever read my fics once before I post them. Thanks for those."
Really? Is it okay that I point out nitpicks? or would you rather I not? I always worry that you will think I'm being mean or that I don't like your fics! O_O If you don't want me to point out the flubs, just let me know that and I'll keep my nitpicking to myself and no feelings will be hurt at all!
Also, just so you know, the fic still says "No angel had ever made it out of angel".
*ponders Michael's human* hmmmm...
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Date: 2011-06-28 05:29 am (UTC)Sorry, that is fixed for real now.
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Date: 2011-06-28 02:33 pm (UTC)