Angelic Triptych: Part the First

When he woke again, it was to a hand gently brushing across the plane of his stomach. It tickled faintly, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Good, you’re awake.” Lucifer was standing beside him, a smile on his pretty lips. “You know, I thought...you bled so prettily yesterday” /Yesterday/?, thought Raphael. He didn’t think he’d been out that long. Then again...it had been morning when he was captured, but he didn’t know how long he had been out in between then and the whipping. He was distracted from the chain of thoughts as Lucifer continued. “And you’re going to need your strength, so I decided to feed you.”

“How kind of you.” His voice, he was mortified to discover, was still rasping and hoarse. It hurt to speak.

Lucifer just continued to smile, as if he didn’t understand the sarcasm. “I thought so. Water?”

Raphael lifted his eyes a little more, and noticed that on the desk beside Lucifer was a modest spread of food. Everything was cut into small bits. There was a napkin, but no chair. Again, there was the china pitcher and the crystal goblet, as well as a bottle of wine.

“...Please tell me you’re at least going to use cutlery.” The archangel tried to hiss, and ended up coughing violently.

“Water.” The fallen angel turned to pour some water into the goblet, and repeated the action of the previous day, stepping up to Raphael and helping him tilt back his head. Raphael drank down the water slowly, closing his eyes again. Afterwards, he coughed again a little and sagged in his bonds once more, even though it pulled at his arm muscles in an awkward, slightly painful way. It was better than leaning back against the iron bars and having the bases of his wings burn. “...Please let me down, Lucifer. Bind my hands if necessary, just let me down.” He hated asking, but this was so uncomfortable.

“Everything has a price, angel.” Lucifer purred. “If you want a reprieve, you’ll have to...buy it.”

Raphael opened his eyes, glancing up in a quizzical, annoyed way. “I’m sure you found my wallet...”

The resulting chuckle made him growl under his breath. “Not payment like that, Raphael. You ARE so very innocent, aren’t you darling? Despite all your years.” He put down the goblet and stepped up to the bound archangel, purring into his ear. “If you’ll go down on your knees for me, I’ll let you sit on the bed while I feed you.” He finished the proposition by nibbling Raphael’s ear and chuckling again.

Raphael’s eyes were wide. He hadn’t imagined in his darkest dreams, in all the time during his punishment that Lucifer might want.../that/ sort of thing. The very thought disgusted him. “Never.” He hissed. “You’re a foul, foul beast, devil.”

Lucifer watched him with impassive eyes, and then shrugged. “Suit yourself. But watch your tongue, Raphael. Or I might decide to bring out the whip again.”

For all his disgust, Raphael didn’t think he could stand another round of such torture, not so soon, and so he merely dropped his eyes to the floor and nodded.

“Say you’re sorry.”

He snarled an apology.

“Now, I know you didn’t mean that. Say it again.”

He just managed to keep the rancor from his voice the second time.

“Good. But...I’m afraid it won’t be ‘never.’” Raphael’s head shot up. “Like I said, angel.” Lucifer’s eyes sparkled. “You’re going to need your strength. I brought you here for...a specific purpose.”

Raphael snarled, regardless of what the sound did to his poor throat. “You’re depraved. Insane. You’re a sin against God.” He was angry and frightened at the same time, trembling in his bonds.

Lucifer was silent for a moment, and then cupid-bow lips curved up into that cruel, cold smile as he stepped up to the frame once more. “Not ‘a sin’, Raphael.” He pressed a hand to the small of the angel’s back as he pressed against his front, his sex hard against the angel’s thigh as he straddled one of his legs. Raphael hissed in pain, his body pressed tightly to Lucifer’s. “THE sin.” He stepped back, the smile mocking. “And you’ve never known sin, have you?” His lids were at half mast, lazy. “Well. I promise that before I’m through with you, you’ll be well and truly versed in it.”

“Now.” He stepped away, leaving Raphael breathing heavily. “Do you drink? I mean, I know it’s generally frowned upon in Heaven, but...perhaps you’ve indulged yourself a bit, once or twice?”

“And do I have to PAY for this amenity too?” Raphael spat.

Lucifer just smiled. “Not directly, no.” He looked at the various things on the table. “I’ve got some good cheese...meat, of course...fruit...what catches your fancy?”

“I’m not hungry.” Raphael answered decisively, closing his eyes.

“....Well. At least we don’t have to spend time on that, then.” To Raphael’s horror, he unbuttoned the black slacks he was wearing, and then unzipped them.

Lucifer smirked at the look of disgusted shock on Raphael’s face. “As I said, angel. It’s not ‘never’, it’s now. Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything.” With that, he stalked behind the angel. After a moment, he felt the soft velvet breeches disappear.

Raphael was too frightened to be properly angry, body trembling. “...Lu...lucifer...”

“You sound so deliciously scared, Raphael.” Lucifer purred in return. “As you should be.”

“......Please....”

“Not a chance. Brace yourself angel. This...might hurt a bit.” He chuckled at the understatement. “Unfortunately, if you had been just a little bit /nicer/ I might have considered preparing you, but you’ve been insulting me ever since you got here.”

“I’m sorry.” And this time he was /sincere/. He’d seen rape victims, both male and female, too many times to have any doubt of what this would do to him. “I’m sorry, please...please, don’t.”

A hand caressed his shoulder softly, with that same perverse love. “Gotta do it, Raphael. And maybe you’ll learn some respect. It doesn’t have to be like this every single time.”

“...Every single ti...time?” Multiple times?! His head spun in fear. “...Why?”

“Why what?” Lips on his shoulder, brushing and then kissing.

“Why can’t o-once be enough?”

“Tried only once at the beginning. It’s not enough.” A hot tongue traced one of his wounds, making him hiss softly in pain.

“Not enough...not enough for /what/?”

“......Enough talking.” A hand wrapped around his hip. He was trembling.

At the first thrust, he was already screaming.

A second, third and fourth, and he was sobbing, daggers of pain whipping up his spine, his cuts burning each time Lucifer pressed against them.

A fifth, and he was bucking against his restraints, trying to get away frantically. The leather at his wrists and ankles bit into his skin, and the bases of his wings were raw agony, but it was at the top, where his wings were bound, where he was in true danger. He could not conceivably pull his wings free at the base, but he could certainly break bones, and now Lucifer wrapped an arm around his waist to hold him still, hand on his chest. Perhaps he hadn’t really meant deliberately to press against the clawed X there, but he did, and the triple torment - chest, back and ass - made his eyes roll up into his head as he wished frantically for this all to be over. He could vaguely hear himself begging Lucifer to stop, promising all sorts of things, whimpering and weeping.

And through it all, Lucifer was cooing endearments, making sounds of pleasure that only made the experience that much worse. He was calling Raphael ‘his angel’, his ‘little slut’, ‘pretty healer’, moaning and cursing. Told him how tight he was, how good and warm he was as he slammed in and out of the battered angel.

Finally, finally, with a loud grunt and a louder curse, Raphael felt Lucifer release himself inside him. The feeling was...shameful, disgusting. The fallen angel moved in and out a few more times before he rested against Raphael’s back with a pleased sigh, kissing his shoulder again and drawing small patterns with his tongue.

“L...lu...lucifer....ple...please...” His voice was a hoarse whimper. His cheeks were wet with tears.

“Mmm.” He pulled out, making the abused archangel whimper again. There was blood dripping down his legs, though it disappeared a few moments later. He was so, so cold again, trembling dangerously hard. Sweat coated his body, causing his dark hair to stick to his face, to his neck.

“.....Hn....” A hand was drawn down his back, and he cried out again, fresh tears springing to his eyes at Lucifer’s cruelty, but then...there was only...a dull, lingering ache...where the pain of the lashing had certainly been much more acute a moment before...

“You did good[1], Raphael.” The unfounded praise made him bite his lip as the tears that had welled up moments before fell now. “I’ll let you down if you don’t try to fight me. I’ll have to bind your hands behind you, but I’ll let you lie down.”

He would do anything to get out of these bonds, absolutely anything. If the only condition was the binding of his hands...he nodded his head quickly, eagerly. Lucifer chuckled. “Alright, angel. One moment.”

He moved away and then back. The bands holding his wrists in place were removed, but before he could move them to rub at the bruised flesh, something soft was fitted over one wrist, then the other. Twin clicks alerted Raphael to the nature of the device - handcuffs? He asked the question in his hoarse, tired voice

“Silk-lined.” Lucifer murmured, amusement in his voice. “Yellow[2], if you want to know.”

Raphael was silent. He continued to be silent as Lucifer reached up to unbuckled the straps that held his wings to the top of the frame, then the straps around the bases - whimpering once more at the damage still there. He would have toppled forward if Lucifer had not had the foresight to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him backwards. One hand was unlocked. “Hold onto the frame, Raphael.”

He did as ordered as Lucifer unstrapped his ankles, and then pulled him against his body again as he re-cuffed the wrist. And then the archangel - just as tall and probably almost as heavy as the Adversary - was swept up into strong arms. And God help him, he welcomed it. He was so worn out, so cut open, so broken. His soul was bruised, his heart battered. He could no longer feel the touch of the sun on his limbs. A healer who could not heal. He cried in Lucifer’s arms as the lord of hell carried him over to the large, sumptuous bed.

Lucifer somehow managed to both hold him and pull back the covers, set him gently down on his stomach. He cried out as the weight settled on the wounds that Lucifer hadn’t thought to heal, but when the fallen angel reached over in a gesture, he shook his head. He didn’t want to move, gasping for breath softly.

The covers were pulled up over his body, and then a hand was stroking his back gently. Raphael closed his eyes as he continued to cry silently, tears wetting the pillow below his head. After a while, he felt the bed creak and Lucifer’s weight lifted. Footsteps, but no sound of the door opening or closing. Just the creaking of a chair nearby.

Once again, sleep claimed him, but not soon enough, and he had cried himself empty long before he was welcomed into its sweet embrace.

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[1] I realize that’s not grammatically correct. *laughs* It’s meant to be that way, Lucifer flaunts the rules of grammar! .....Or really doesn’t care. He just had sex, give him a break.
[2] One of Raphael’s signature colors is yellow. Lucifer is kind of a bitch.

A/N: So um...^^; I did more-than-perfunctory research on my poor little Archangel...turns out he’s generally considered the happiest of the archangels, if only because he’s closely associated with the sun. Also he’s one of the younger Archangels. Uriel and Michael come before him, I’m not sure about Gabriel.

So I feel even more horrible about this story ^^; He is ‘the angel of prayer, love, joy, providence, healing, light, science, and knowledge’. I’m sorry, darling?

As a note, if ever you find yourself searching for art of Raphael on DeviantArt...>> Make sure to put the qualifier ‘Archangel’ in there too. Otherwise you get a crapload of pictures of a certain mutant turtle. I was looking for inspirational pictures and found...quite a few. It’s amazing how many other people picture Raphael with brown hair, although usually it’s a bit longer than my version. Also gathered some wonderful pictures of both Michael and Lucifer.

I found the following picture, which was WONDERFUL, because /I/ know what Raphael’s hair looks like in my own mind, but I’m never able to adequately describe it with words. The closest I get is the description of Louis’ (from the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice) hair at the beginning of Interview with the Vampire, which is described as just barely brushing his collar in the back. It’s...long hair, but not LONG hair. x_x; Yeah. So, picture:

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/40042367/?qo=11&q=by%3Asprite-ariel+in%3Ascraps&qh=sort%3Atime *THIS IS NOT MINE. I DO NOT CLAIM IT AS MINE. SOMEONE ELSE DREW THIS AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL AND /THEIRS/*