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The angels call us sinners (Earthian: Raphael/Michael)

Title: The angels call us sinners
Author: So far away
Recipient: Craven_Raven
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Raphael/Michael (Earthian)
Prompt: When loyalty is no longer enough.
Disclaimer: The characters and the wonderful manga belong to the brilliant mangaka and publishing companies.
A/N and apologies: I'm sorry that the fic is unpolished. I absolutely didn't have time or chances to write.


Michael knew that everything was under control. Maybe he didn’t enjoy very much, but there was some comfort in knowing that Raphael would never let anything bad happen to any of them.

The stone wall was cold, the metal bars strong. First he knew for sure. Leaning against the wall all the day didn’t let that fact escape. The second statement he could only guess. He hadn’t tried. He wouldn’t escape. Escaping wasn’t what he was supposed to do. He was supposed to sit there, because that was the price to pay.

He might not agree on everything with Raphael, but in the end, he would understand, and then he would agree. He knew that much, and he repeated that thought in his mind always when he started to doubt.


It was Raphael who personally came to let him out. “I can return the power to you. No harm is done, and you can do the decisions again.”

“I trusted you all the time,” Michael replied.

“I knew that,” Raphael smiled, but inwardly he sighed of relief. He hadn’t been so sure as he let on. “It’s good to work with you, anyway,” he continued.

“Yes,” Michael agreed.


Michael was happy to see his own office again. The typing machine that Raphael used to use, the huge table of polished wood, the oh-so-comfortable chair.

Michael sat down on his chair and just looked around, not even pretending to work. Sun streamed through the window to the papers. He had rarely felt that good to be at work.

He didn’t say that he had missed Raphael. That would have been just plain weird, if true, though.


Michael tried to actively forgot or twist the fact that he had missed Raphael, quite a lot, indeed.

There were several good reasons why it had been totally logical, and actually even expected to miss the closest work mate. (As a term, Michael always shuddered at work mate, but it was somewhat stabilized, so he lived with it.)

Raphael was his oldest and closest friend. One was certainly supposed to miss those.

In jail, there had not been much of anything to do, and absolutely no intelligent conversations. That made one miss people.

Michael wasn’t sure how having missed Raphaels long and silky-looking hair and having had a peculiar urge and need to run fingers through it, fitted into it all.

He tried to figure out the reason. When he wasn’t busy denying.

It could have never been started by Raphael. He was to sensible. Too aware of the vulnerabilities, and too aware of the consequences. As a result of that, he was too careful to ever kiss Michael.

Surprising it might be, but by exclusion of other possibilities, it started by Michael. One late afternoon he leaned over Raphael’s table and kissed him.

It wasn’t as random or sudden as it sounds, but nearly. First there had been five minutes of open staring, eyes looking at each other, and that, too, had been started by Michael. Raphael’s brain had told him to turn away, to stop looking, to walk out of the room, but as always, he was at his weakest when it came to Michael.

Michael had then came to Raphael, “glided” or “appeared out of nowhere” would Raphael explain it later, leaned over the table and kissed.


Between “oh, this is Michael” and “good, more”, Raphael’s brain shortly flashed the thought “this is why death sentence is needed to prevent us from doing this”.

At one point his brain also told him that it was too late to turn back, so that he could just blank his brain and continue, and reminded that this was what he had been waiting for years and years.


“We are going to die,” Michael remarked. That was afterwards, so there was nothing to fix anymore, and even less, there was no atmosphere to dampen.

“Maybe, maybe not. Only if we get caught,” Raphael said.

“True. Besides, they don’t afford to lose us. It’s not as if it was a divine punishment.”

“Still, we can’t do this again. This was a mistake,” Raphael decided.

“I know. Never again,” Michael agreed, “I’m glad to have this once, though.”

“Me too.”


The following day Raphael leaned over Michael’s table to kiss him.
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