Alex and Michael convince the city of Vega that Michael has turned against them. Sending Noma into the lion's den in an attempt to trick Gabriel into a trap. Gabriel calls the bluff and instead initiates his own plan by surrendering to Vega. Alex and Michael return to Vega stumped at what to do next. Deciding on a direct approach Alex enters Gabriel's cage, before he can deal a death blow Gabriel reveals Claire's pregnancy and threatens their lives. Fearful Alex stays his hand. Angry and betrayed Michael confronts Gabriel on how he stopped Alex. Gabriel instead reveals that Becca has been experimenting on Louis in the house of Thorn. Outraged Michael goes to Becca's to check out the allegations and finds Louis dissected and dying. Furious he snaps and kills Becca and three soldiers. Alex tries to stop him from killing any more humans but only succeeds in snapping him out of his killing rage after the damage was done. Michael leaves Vega. Alex leaves Vega after leaving his unborn child a letter.

(This is basically porn... ROFL. Enjoy the sweaty grittiness of it.)

Chapter 8

Beware Those Closest To You (Part 1)

"Michael." Alex called into his headset. More wanting the angel's advice then actual security, the angel wouldn't sit around long enough to actually protect Claire. Although he suspected Gabriel wouldn't actually hurt Claire at this time. That didn't stop any of the other angels from doing it.

"Michae,l can you hear me?" Alex tried again, his heart sinking as the silence on his head set prevailed, the simple foot falls of the angel the only thing giving his presence on the other side away. There was a shifting of metal, Alex's concern doubled. What was Michael doing?

"Michael!" He called louder worry gnawing at his insides. There was another sound and Alex realized it was a metal door closing.

"What?" Michael finally replied darkness in his voice. A serious calm that Alex hadn't heard in years.

"I need you at house Riesen, right now, Claire needs your protection." Alex's words did nothing to abate Michael's growing anger, fear. Of course Alex needed him to protect his little human princess. Michael had better things to do. Like find Louis, not help the man that couldn't do what needed to be done. Couldn't kill Gabriel and for what?

"Michael where are you?" Alex asked when all he heard were the echoes of Michael's feet. The arch angel briefly played with the idea of not telling Alex, but if Louis was here. Alex needed to see it.

"House thorn." Michael divulged the deadly anger clouding his voice. Michael hung up instantly not giving Alex the chance to question him.

"Michael? Michael!" Alex yelled realizing the angel was in trouble, no someone was in trouble, Michael could handle himself. Something was wrong. Really wrong.

"Somethings wrong with Michael. I gotta go." Alex said barely giving Claire's protection a second thought as he rushed to the angel's aid.

"Stay here." He added as he caught her worried look. Kissing her he ordered the guards not to take their eyes off her. Alex had never traveled through the city as fast as he did then.

Michael slowed his pace as he neared the green illuminated room. Staring in horror and disgust at the pieces of angels displayed around the room. Lungs, arms, a sliver of leg sliced in half revealing muscles and sinew. Then there were pictures. Of Louis. X-rays of the angels skeleton and wings spread out over a lighted fixture.

"Michael." Alex's voice cut through his shock. Michael didn't turn around though, refusing to look at the blonde. Alex had betrayed him, refusing to kill Gabriel when he had the chance. Refusing to kill the angel that had caused all of this.

"What is this place?" The blonde asked walking to stand beside the arch angel, a look of equal disgust and horror on his face.

"Louis is here." Was all Michael gritted out, still taking in the angel's x-rays. He wasn't sure if it was relief he felt that Alex was seeing this, confirming he wasn't hallucinating, that this wasn't all just a bad dream.

"What?" Alex breathed unable to comprehend what Michael had just said, to comprehend what these pictures entailed, "Why?"

"They're dissecting us." Michael hissed letting the anger take over him, someone was going to pay for this. He preferred it would be his brother. Speaking of his brother.

"Be ready, Gabriel can still possess him." The angel backed away from the pictures, unsheathing his blade he made his way out of the room, Alex close on his heels. Alex followed him down several corridors, through empty and not so empty rooms, watching Michael kick in every door they were met with. Once or twice breaking the locked door entirely. Upon entering yet another room Michael froze slowly stalking towards a magnificent black wing suspended in chains. It's owner no where to be seen. Michael inspected the dulling feathers his grip tightening on the handle of his sword, his knuckles white.

"Michael." Alex whispered and Michael turned around. Suspended on a raised metal table lay Louis, bent and distorted by the paddings.

"Louis." Michael breathed moving swiftly to lower the angel down. Alex's heart broke at Michael's broken voice, the look on the angel's face. Alex quickly started unstrapping the stitched up angel. This all becoming a Frankenstein nightmare and the blonde just wanted to wake up and have this entire day be just a dream. Like the dream he killed Jeep, he woke up from that. Let him wake up from this.

"Michael." Louis called weakly and Alex could see the devastation in the arch angel's eyes. Alex didn't know what to do. What would happen, but he knew nothing good was going to come out of this. Alex just wanted to take Michael in his arms and tell him it would be okay. They'd make sure this would never happen again, shut the entire thing down. Alex wasn't sure how they would do that though. Thorn was a council member. Alex had no power over any of it, and if they were willing to go against Michael. So directly against Michael, hell they had already turned against him. Short of burning the city to the ground, what could they possibly do to stop them? If they betrayed them once. If Becca knew about this. Alex knew there was no question about the woman. She knew, probably more then knew. Then the angel was begging for death and Alex wanted to cry right along with Michael. He saw Bixby laying there just as broken. The desolate look on Michael's face as he plunged his blade into Louis's heart was crushing. Now, just as dead as the little girl. Then Becca walked in and Alex knew how this was going to end. How he would have ended it. Michael looked livid. It was a look Alex had never seen before. One torn by betrayal and the pain of loss.

"You lied to me." Michael growled, Becca didn't even flinch. Alex knew she should run. Give Michael some time. Explain to him later, no never see the angel. She needed to hide. Something, anything but stand there like she had done nothing wrong, because this was wrong. This, what she did, was beyond wrong. Michael lunged at her hauling her around the room by her hair and Alex couldn't really bring himself to do anything to help her. Didn't want to help her. Alex couldn't imagine how that would feel. To have the person you loved, cared about, betray you so deeply. What Claire did was nothing compared to this, and her actions had hurt. What she did had hurt a lot, had made him depressed and reckless. Michael finally threw her away from him, his gaze falling to an item on the table beside Becca seconds later. Suddenly Michael went dangerously quiet. Ignoring everything he picked up the blade almost reverantly.

"You kept Furiad's blade the entire time." Michael threw it to the ground in disgusted disbelief. Alex could see the tension in Michael's stance. The anger seeping out of him. Finally coming to a boiling point. Alex fingered his gun, knowing how this was going to play out, knowing he needed to stop it. Yet his arms didn't move. His voice didn't work.

"What were you going to do? Kill me with it?" No! Alex mentally cried as Becca tried to touch the seething Michael. Suddenly the arch angel had the woman in a choke hold. Lifting her from the floor with a single hand. Making it stunningly apparent how much more stronger he was compared to humans.

"Michael! Michael let her go." Alex tried, he didn't want to hurt Michael but he couldn't allow the man to hurt Becca. Judging by the look on his face it wouldn't just be hurting. Becca would be dead. He tried again this time finally, reluctantly, leveling his gun at the arch angel. Michael completely ignored Alex, the betraying little blonde had no say in this, lifting Becca farther off the ground. Tightening his grip as he thought of all the things he had told her. All the times they had spent together. He knew there was a reason he had been feeling less for her. It was because of this. She had been playing him the entire time. What he felt for her wasn't real, had never been real. Her deceit cut deep. Deep enough that he couldn't hear Alex calling for him to stop. Didn't notice just how violently he shoved the blonde away from him. All he wanted to do was end her. Why did he ever care for them? They had turned on his so quickly when Michael had set his plan into motion. He thought it would take more time, surprised at just how fickle humans really were. He had lied to Alex. He didn't just love the thrill of battle. He disliked humans. Hated their pettiness and selfish nature. He saved the humans. Found Alex and made sure the child stayed alive for the sole purpose of doing what his father wanted. He could care less about the creatures. He was done protecting them.

"I was protecting us." The woman tried only to be met with a disgusted sneer. He protected them!Tightening his grip he heard the lovely snap he was looking so desperately for, dropping her lifeless body to the ground, relief flooding his shoulders.

"Michael. What have you done?" Alex demanded scrambling off the gound. Michael looked at Alex almost wondering if he was the same. If he was just like the rest of the filth known as humanity. No, Michael couldn't bring himself to hate the blonde like he hated them. Alex had to understand. Couldn't he see? How terrible this was? That Becca deserved this. It was okay. He could get through to the stubborn man. Alex would be okay with this. He just needed some convincing. Some time, like he always needed. Michael turned towards the blonde ready to push him to see reason, to see how this needed to be done, couldn't be avoided, but the doors behind him crashed open. It was obvious they weren't going to ask questions. He threw one wing up deflecting the bullets, making his way towards the foolish soldiers. Alex called after him, demanding he stop, just pissing the arch angel off more. Michael didn't understand how could Alex be so against him? Think that he was in the wrong?! Michael stabbed one through the chest vindictively, hating how everything he had worked to achieve for the past twenty or more years could be destroyed so easily, was so fragile. They wouldn't stop trying to kill him until they were dead. Couldn't Alex see that? All it took was a few words and everyone turned against him, simply because he wasn't them. Wasn't human. After everything he had done for them. He placed the blade against the man's throat.

"Michael stop!" Alex cried at him pulling the trigger, letting lose a few rounds. Michael didn't block them, but in the end he didn't have to. He was okay to die at that moment, if Alex had shot him what would be the point of existing in this world. This corrupt fatherless world were his own people tore each other apart, but Alex hadn't aimed for him. They were simply warning shots. A promise Alex couldn't go through with. He couldn't kill Michael. Not over this. As horrible as all of this was, as the angel was acting. He couldn't kill Michael. The arch angel sent Alex a look, easily portraying that he will deal with Alex in a minute. Deal with his betrayal at letting the one man responsible for this entire chain reaction continue breathing. Alex threw the gun away in frustration. It was obvious to both of them that he wouldn't use it against Michael. Couldn't use it. The arch angel slid the blade through the man's throat as he turned towards the blonde. Blood gushed out of the wound as the man fell to the floor.

"You've gone too far." Alex tried to reason with the angel. This was too much. Becca he could have handled but these were innocent people. Just doing their jobs. Michael didn't seem to care, however. He stalked towards Alex a look of determination on his face. If Alex didn't understand, was against him... did anything matter anymore? Alex attacked first and they parried blows, the angel stopping breifly to kill the last soldier alive. They continued their dance until Michael got in a good shot cutting a line in Alex's stomach. He made sure not to cut too deep and instead of driving the blade into the blonde's abdomen while he was bent over in pain, as he would have done with any other human, he threw the blonde backwards. Alex crashed into the light board sending sparks flying. They singed the blonde's back as he fell to the floor. Michael waited a second for Alex to find his feet before stepping back in for another hit. Alex on the other hand wasn't holding back as he parried the arch angel he was finally able to get in a good shot slicing through the angel's shirt. He didn't take advantage of Michael's stunned shock however, letting the angel take a few breaths with a pained look, a look of realization. A realization that Michael couldn't kill Alex, didn't want Alex to kill him. That Alex was right, he had gone too far. Not by his standards but by Alex's and by doing so he had pushed Alex away. The last thing he had ever wanted, feared to do, in the past year; he had achieved single handedly in those short few hours. Michael backed away from the blonde, taking in Becca's body briefly. Alex must hate him. What has he done? What have they let Gabriel do?

"Everything you've taught me. Everything, you've taught me. Everything!" Alex gritted out his sword still trained on Michael. Pain clenching his heart, tears stinging his eyes as he gritted his teeth against the crushing reality of the situation.

"And this is how it ends." No, Michael thought, this wasn't how it was going to end. Because neither of them could kill the other. Injure, hurt, betray... but never kill. Michael took in Alex's face one last time. Feeling the crushing loss at the look of betrayal on the blonde's features. Michael spread his wings not giving Alex any time to react, he crashed through the sky light, disappearing out of sight. Alex let his blade fall back to his side. Refusing to let the tears he felt blossoming in his eyes fall. God this was such a mess. All of it. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Alex felt more alone, betrayed, now then he had when his father dumped him on the streets of Vega those years ago. More then when Claire had informed him of her marriage to William. Alex heard footsteps and turned his attention towards the hall. Gabriel stepped past Becca's body making his way into the room.

"To be fair I did try to warn you. My brother's rage knows no bounds." Gabriel crooned taking in the damage Michael had done. The damage Gabriel had made him do. This was all that fucking angel's fault. If Gabriel hadn't of come to Vega and killed all of those angels none of this would have happened. None of it. Michael would still be here. Alex would still be training and everything would be okay. As okay as it could be, had been. At least he wouldn't be alone with this crushing weight of saving the world. He already missed Michael and it hadn't even been a minute since the glass had rained down upon him.

"You stay away from me." Alex said with a hushed tone, too emotionally tired to deal with the angel right now, but he dredged up the anger anyways.

"And you stay away from Claire." The angel just laughed at his demands. Then proceeded to threaten Alex over to his side. Threatening Claire, his child, Vega, Noma. Alex knew then that there was no way he would ever trust Gabriel. Follow Gabriel. Listen to the male's manipulative words. He had destroyed everything.

"All that blood, all those lives. Will fall on you. The choice is yours." Gabriel finished following Michael's path out of the sky light. Eventually, after what felt like eternity, Alex made his way numbly out of the house of Thorn. He didn't know what he needed to do. God he felt so lost. So alone. Claire was with William, even if it was his child. Noma was trapped with Gabriel, and Michael... God Michael. He had to get out of here. Out of Vega. He couldn't stand sitting around hearing people speak badly about the arch angel when they didn't know. Didn't understand. Yes Michael had lost it, but he had reason. Alex didn't blame him. He did, but he didn't. God it was so confusing. He knew one thing he needed to do though. He needed his child to know that he loved them. That he didn't abandon them like his father, with no words left to him. That it wasn't his choice. Alex knew he would have felt better if he had known. Had known it wasn't his father who decided. Had chosen.

Packing his things he left Vega, unsure of his destination. Unsure of anything, let alone what he was doing now, let alone in the future. What he was even supposed to be doing, supposed to do. So he went to the one place he could think of. The one place he wanted to be. He went home.

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Alex walked up to the broken down house. The basketball hoop still standing tall. He could point out the exact spot Michael had been stabbed. His blood still lightly staining the ground. Alex stepped past that spot making his way to the door. Placing his hand on the door jamb he let his head rest against the rotting wood, running his hand down the peeling paint. He tried not to think, not yet. Don't let him think about it yet. He had put it off this entire way here. Refusing to succumb to depression before he had made it to the house. Hoping that the memories it held could pull him through this, maybe give him a sign of what to do next. He pushed the door open letting himself in he locked it behind him. Slowly he left the door moving farther into the house. He passed the first few rooms, keeping his eyes off his father's writing, making his way to the back, to his old room. He closed his eyes as he reached the room letting his head rest against the door jamb again. He twisted a little letting himself take the first step into the room. Lazily he opened his eyes. The room was dimly lit, so dark in fact that it took him a second to see it. To see him.

"Michael?" Alex asked shocked he pushed away from entry way moving farther into the room. The angel didn't say anything, but it was, it was Michael. Sitting there in the corner on his old bed. His wings wrapped around him like a cocoon. Alex supposed it could have been a different angel but he didn't feel threatened. It was Michael, he knew it. Alex closed the distance between them.

"Michael what are you doing here?" Alex asked trying to keep the joy out of his voice. Maybe he wasn't alone. If he had Michael they could work it out. It would be okay, but the arch angel didn't reply. Didn't say anything. Didn't move.

"Michael?" Alex tried again, raising a hand he barely brushed the angel's wings. Suddenly he was on the ground. The air slammed out of his lungs. Pushing to his hands and knees he on the other side of the room. Michael's wings were flaired out revealing the angel huddled in the corner his knees drawn to his chest. A menacing look fixed on the blonde.

"Michael." Alex coughed holding a hand against his chest. Glancing briefly at the dent he had made in the wall.

"What, Alex?" Michael asked deadpanned, his voice cold, pulling his wings back into himself. How dare Alex hunt him down. If the blonde was here to convince him what he did was wrong, to fix this, Alex had another thing coming to him. This wasn't something that could be fixed.

"What, Alex? Why are you here?" Michael gritted out as he stood up, walking closer to the blonde, towering over him.

"No." Alex gasped out, his head still ringing he sat back against his thighs placing a hand on his head. A migraine already pushing against his temples.

"No?" Michael parroted sardonically. The angel shook his head with a dark disbelieving chuckle.

"I don't regret what I did Alex, and never will. We both know you can't kill me. So why are you here?" Michael asked a scowl gracing his stony features. Alex looked up at the angel in disbelief. How could Michael still be okay with what he did? The angel had time to think this over and he still thought...

"What? Michael. You killed four people!" Alex said indignantly staring up at Michael in disbelief.

"I've killed more then four people Alex. I've killed more then four hundred, or four thousand or four million." Michael hissed letting his anger cloud his mind, roughly taking a handful of the blonde's shirt he hoisted Alex off the ground. Hold him in a similar position Becca had been in not even a day ago.

"Michael." Alex said weakly, his hands grasping the arch angel's strong arms in an attempt to keep himself from choking as he dangled in the air.

"Or did you forget? I purged the world of more then three fourths of its population and loved every second of the carnage, and you care about four of them?" Michael ground out lifting Alex higher so the blonde stared down at the angel.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Alex asked with a look of disgusted confusion. Michael tightened his grip cutting Alex's air supply off. Alex choked, but took a chance, kneeing the angel in the stomach; digging into the wound he had inflicted earlier that day. Michael hissed in pain pulling his body out of Alex's reach, but not loosening his grip. Alex cursed as he started to see black closing in on his vision. The angel growled taking two large steps backwards as Alex struggled in his hold, the blonde swinging with each step.

"Whats wrong with me, Alex?" Michael growled. "What's wrong with you?!" Michael barked out angrily. Twisting his body he hurled Alex down the hallway. Alex didn't even have time to gasp for air before he crashed into the far wall, slumping to the ground in a jumbled mess. Pain searing through his body. Holding his side he straightened his legs, rolling onto his knees. He could hear Michael making his steady way down the hall towards him. Alex gasped air into his burning lungs blinking the black spots out of his vision. As the angel got close enough Alex dredged up enough energy to ram into the angel throwing them both back onto the floor. Michael's breath left him as his lungs were crushed under Alex's weight. The blonde wasted no time in getting in a good punch. His fist closing in on Michael's cheek before the angel recovered. His knuckles splitting against the angel's cheek bone. Alex pulled his fist back again aiming for another hit.

The arch angel grabbed his first twisting Alex's arm. The blonde cried out in pain, his body turning in an attempt to avoid a broken arm. Alex kneed Michael in the balls, the angel gasped loosening his grip. The blonde took the chance to pull his body out of the angel's grip, twisting his arm back. Scowling he head butted Michael in the nose. Blood gushed from the angel, but he didn't attempt to staunch the bleeding, instead Michael socked Alex in the jaw. The blonde fell sideways from the force of it, his teeth slamming into each other. He was blinking stars out of his eyes when Michael kneed him in the stomach launching Alex into the air an inch. Alex fell over and Michael kicked the blonde off his legs, pulling them free. Straightening up Michael sneered aiming a kick at Alex's stomach again planning on sending the blonde flying back into the wall. The blonde grabbed Michael's in anticipation tensing his muscles his hands took the full force, preventing any serious damage. He still slid across the floor a few feet. Michael bent down to grab the blonde by the hair, trying to rip his foot out of the other man's hold. Alex held fast, twisting Micheal's foot violently before the angel could reach him. Michael cried out slamming against the wall as he fell sideways. Michael closed the distance between them fisting a hand full of Alex's hair.

It was Alex's turn to cry out as he was yanked a few inches off the floor by the roots of his hair. Gritting his teeth against the pain Alex took the opportunity to kick out at Michael's knee on the opposite leg he had twisted the foot. The angel grunted in pain falling to the floor as he recovered from the blow. Alex quickly scrambled away, rushing to his feet he made it around the corner. His ankle shooting pain up his leg with every step. He heard a single flap of wings and pivoted just in time to punch Michael in the face as the angel rushed towards him. Michael veered into a wall his hands slapping against the peeling paint, only to push himself back towards Alex re-sheathing his wings. Michael punched Alex back and the blonde stumbled a few steps. Alex blocked Michael's next punch with his forearm and Michael used the opening to shove Alex against the wall with his body. Michael crushed the blonde against the plaster, using his body to pin the smaller male down. One of Alex's hands pinned between them when he tried to push the angel away from him. Alex got in a few more good hits to the side of Michael's head before the angel could get a grip on his arm pinning it down.

"Fucking angel!" Alex yelled thrashing against Michael's hold. He threw his head forward again intending on head butting Michael for the second time. The angel anticipated the attack and jerked his head back just in time. The momentary movement allowed Alex to slip his hand free from between their bodies. Michael gripped the top of Alex's hair, slamming his head back against the wall. Alex clawed at the angel's grip with his now free hand. The arch angel growled low in his throat and the flesh on his hand was shredded under Alex's short fingernails. Alex glared and struggled against him. Pressing his body into Michael's in an attempt to push him off. His Chosen Child. His Alex panted beneath him. Michael had worked too hard to let this go. To let him go, but Michael had never been good at controlling his desires.

Without warning the angel crushed their lips together. Alex froze his eyes wide. He didn't have time to think. Time to wonder. Time to question, because Michael tightened his grip on the blonde's hair. Alex gasped as pain shot through his already tender skull. Michael took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into the blonde's mouth. Growling Alex bit down on the appendage and Michael jerked back. Michael's blood filled his mouth and the blonde spit it out taking that split second opportunity to punch the angel in the throat harshly. Michael fell away from him coughing violently gripping his Adam's apple. Alex made an escape dashing from the room. Just as he thought he was going to make it Michael tackled him.

"Get the fuck off me! Michael that's enough!" Alex cried punching Michael in the face again barely blinked his cheek already covered in blood. The arch angel covered Alex's body with his own this time pinning him to the floor. Struggling, Alex got a grip in the angel's hair pulling it violently. Michael's head moved an inch, simply growling at the action he ripped his head out of the blonde's grasp. Alex's hand taking a chunk of dark hair with him. Michael head butted the blonde, taking that split second to securing Alex's hands to the floor. Alex's eyes were still focusing from the blow when he crushed their lips back together. Alex whimpered at the pain. Their teeth smashing together, slitting wider his already cut lip. Trying to ignore the heat that pooled in his stomach mixing with the anger and pain Alex thrashed again. Michael loosened his grip on the blonde's hands. The angel could taste Alex's blood, his their blood. He was sure their face's were littered with bruises. Broken and battered. Together. He pressed his hips down into Alex's, grinding their clothed members together. The blonde bit off a sound in his throat at the sudden sensation. Michael took the opportunity to trail his hand's down the blonde's arms, pressing down again, sending sparks between them again. Alex elbowed him in the cheek bone, smashing the pleasure inside him down. Michael hissed momentarily distracted as his already bruised bone took another blow. Alex pulled his legs between them shoving the angel off. Alex rolled away standing quickly. The blonde kicked him in the stomach for good measure.

"Alex." Michael growled as the blonde stumbled away from him. Confusion, concern and fear waring for dominance on the blonde's beaten face. Alex rushed back the way they came, knowing Michael would never let him reach the front door. Michael pushed himself off the floor barely a second later, stalking after Alex. The blonde had his hand on the door nob, twisting it, when he was yanked back by a large chunk of his hair. Alex attempted to twist around ready to sock Michael in the jaw for a fifth time. The angel however wrapped his arm around the blonde's neck, one around his abdomen, hauling Alex back into the living room. Alex kicked at the angel's shins one hand holding tightly to the angel's arm, keeping pressure off his neck, while the other beat furiously against the body behind him; hitting and elbowing anything he could reach. He took every opportunity to grab onto door ways as Michael tore him backwards. Alex's fingernails bent painfully as he was ripped away form a door jamb. Michael stumbled a few steps into the room and Alex took the chance to reacquaint the back of his head with Michael's face.

Michael cried out again his grip loosening, Alex took the angel's momentary disorientation to elbow him hard in the stomach catching that deep cut he had inflicted the night before. Michael's arm went slack and Alex fell forwards into the wall, his head narrowly avoiding the window edge, his hands slapping against the plaster taking in most of the shock. Alex flipped around quickly.

"Mich – ." A fist connected with his face. Alex stumbled into the wall again, cocking his fist he returning the favor. His knuckles throbbed from the impact as it met Michael's cheek. The angel fell back a few steps, taking a few more, putting some distance between them. They met each other's eyes one dark and guarded, the other angry, confused. Alex pushed himself off the wall rushing towards the arch angel, hopefully catching him off guard. Michael easily caught the blonde, using Alex's momentum to spin them around slamming Alex's back against the wall for a second time. Not giving the blonde time to recover the angel pinned his body, grabbing Alex's legs pulling them up on either side of him. Hoisting Alex up the wall he pinned their bodies back together. Alex's hand slapped against the wall as Michael ripped his feet from under him, the rough groves of his father's writing trailing against his hand as he was pushed farther up the wall.

(Slightly pornographic - You've been warned! Don't cry about this, keep your kids off )

"Alex." Michael growled half full of anger, the other half full of something that made Alex's insides burn. God he wasn't getting away from this was he? He swallowed hard staring into Michael's dark gray eyes. The storm that raged behind them all consuming. Squeezing his eyes shut the blonde knocked his head against the wall again in frustration, letting the pain course through him. He took a deep breath, letting Michael's warmth seep into his clothes, into his body. The angel's breath fanned across his face. Hissing Alex tilted his head forward, crushing their lips back together, ignoring the tang of blood between them. He tangled his hands in Michael's hair as the angel pressed against him harder, arranging their hips together. Alex couldn't stop the moan that ripped from his throat at the friction. Letting that storm the arch angel contained wash over him. Michael removed his hands from Alex's thighs when the blonde wrapped his legs around the angel returning the pressure that created that inciting burn, returning the grinding rhythm. Michael gripped the blonde's hair again, giving it a sharp tug, inciting another gasp, pausing their rhythm.

This time Alex didn't bite Michael as the angel pushed his tongue past his lips. Michael groaned when Alex's warm tongue met his own. The grip he had in the blonde's hair loosening as their tongues slid against each other, taking most of his attention. Alex thrust his hips forward and Michael moaned again meeting Alex's next thrust with his own. The angel slid his hand under Alex's shirt feeling that wonderful skin again. The skin he had been craving. The soft sweaty plains just as tantalizing as he remembered them to be. Releasing his grip on Alex's hair his hand joined the other sliding around the male's sides. Alex arched his back against the touch breaking the kiss with a moan. Saliva trailed between their lips, Michael's touches sending delicious shivers down his spine, through his skin, along the tattoos. Everywhere. Michael latched onto the blonde's neck gently sucking a trail down to his collar bone. Enjoying the salty taste of the blonde's pale skin. Alex tilted his head back bumping it none to gently against the wall, grunting in pain. He let his hands slid back down to the angel's shoulders. Shallowing he held back another moan as he pushed against the angel's jacket. Michael removed his hands from Alex's shirt crushing their lips back together, he removed his jacket, the movement jumbling Alex up and down the wall as the angel shook it off. Then Michael shoved Alex's own jacket off his shoulders a hand sliding up the blonde's muscled back as he pulled them away from the wall. Keeping Alex pressed against him with that one hand he ripped the blonde's jacket down. Then he tore Alex's shirt up and over his head, only breaking the kiss for a split second. Dropping the blonde back against the wall Michael ran his hands back up the blonde's chest, across his pert nipples.

"Fuck." Alex exhaled and Michael smiled into his lips, taking Alex's breath away once again in another searing kiss. As Michael's tongue played with his own he fisted the angel's shirt pulling it away from that creamy pale skin. Michael took the hint pulling away from the kiss once again to rip his shirt over his head in a sinfully delicious way, throwing the article of clothing off into the room. Alex forgot to breath for a second as he ran his hands over that velvety expanse. Realizing just how much he has always wanted to do it. All the times he had looked away, shyly even though he had spent years showering with men. Michael stood still his thumbs rubbing circles on Alex's thighs as the blonde's hands made their way up his chest over dusky nipples, upon reaching his neck Alex let out a shaky breath meeting Michael's dark eyes.

"Michael." Alex whispered after swallowing hard, his voice gravel. The angel leaned back in letting their breaths mingle. Michael took Alex's already split lip between his teeth tugging at it, sending waves of heat straight to Alex's already engorged groin. The blonde shivered letting out a long groan and Michael sealed their lips, consuming the sound. A small smirk on the angel's features. Noma never spared details when she could. Michael pressed against Alex again reigniting their friction, their rhythm. The blonde met his hips with equal fervor. Their grinding increasing in speed as Alex's hands gripped at Michael's back. The angel broke their kiss again moving back to Alex's neck. Tasting that beautiful skin. Michael could feel Alex's pulse racing beneath his skin and the angel bit down. Alex cried out his sharply head hitting the wall again. His hips jerking forward uncontrollably losing their rhythm. Alex's nails dug into Michael's back trailing down the taunt muscles as the pleasure raced through his body.

Michael pulled Alex away from the wall and the blonde fell forward into the angel, his cheek brushing the other male's. Michael turned leaning forward he easily lowered Alex one armed onto the floor. His muscles bulging momentarily as they held Alex's entire weight. The blonde met the floor gently his heart racing as Michael knelt over him instead of covering his body again. Alex could see all of the bruises and gouges he had inflicted upon the angel. The trials of blood that mingled with his sweat. The long slit caked with blood running along the male's stomach. The split lip and blackening eyes. Swelling cheek bone. Alex didn't look any better, worse even. One of his eyes already starting to swell, a large bruise along his jaw line. His face smeared with blood and dirt, a trail of blood creeping down his chin courteous of his split swollen lips. His taunt stomach bruised and scraped, the purple discoloration already making itself known on his side where the angel kicked him. A twin cut to Michael's own cut gracing his abdomen. The sight took Michael's breath away. Reaching a hand forward he smeared his thumb through the blood streaming down Alex's chin. Let his fingers trail through it, coating them. Alex licked his bottom lip as Michael trailed his hand down his neck and across his chest. Leaving a thin trail of blood in his wake. The way Michael looked at him, even when their eyes met, like the angel wanted to consume him, would consume him, stopped any words Alex might had spoken to stop this, to stop himself. Michael leaned forward placing a hand next to Alex's head the angel hovered over him. They stared at each other appreciating in the damage they had caused each other, the reality of the situation slowly making its way into Alex's muddled brain. Michael watched the blonde's brows slowly creep down.

Michael thrust his hips into Alex's suddenly, grinding their groins together harshly, magnificently. Alex gasped at the sensation tossing his head back, barely catching the deep chuckle that left Michael's lips, his earlier clarity thrown from his mind. Growling at the angel's sense of humor Alex tilted his head back forward only to be forced back down by Michael's lips against his own. The angel didn't deepen the kiss this time. Instead he broke it off only seconds after he had initiated it. Trailing his tongue over the split in Alex's lip, singing the sensitive skin, with a small deep groan he ground their clothed dicks together again. Alex's hands snapped to the angel's hips pulling them harder against his own. They started their pace up again thrusting into each other. Simply listening to the others hitched breaths and barely concealed moans. Taking in the feel of the other's breath against their sweat sheened skin. Michael trailed his hands down Alex's sides burying his nose into the blonde's sweat drenched curls. Taking in a deep breath, humming in appreciation at Alex's base scent. This wasn't enough. He needed more, this needed to last. He got his own grip on the blonde's hips holding them against the floor. Stopping their gratifying friction.

"Michael." Alex all but begged trying to pull their groins back together with his own grip on the angel.

"Not yet." Michael growled trailing his bottom lip down Alex's neck. The dark sound of Michael's voice sent a shiver down Alex's spine. Michael nipped the blonde's collar bone when he reached it, hard enough to leave a bruise, and Alex tossed his head back in frustration, shivers running down his spine at the pleasurable pain. His hips trying futility to find release. Alex felt hot breath over his nipple and snapped his head forward swallowing hard at the way Michael looked up at him. His dick gave a particularly hard throb as the angel flicked his tongue out running it along his nipple.

"Michael." Alex breathed out a split second before the angel encased the pink nub in his mouth. Alex shuddered at the feeling his hands moving to grip Michael's back having lost his reach to the male's hips. God this shouldn't feel so good. Closing his eyes at the sensation as Michael sucked. Suddenly his back jerked off the floor, Michael bitting down on his sensitive skin.

(Now its officially porno, again warned)

"Fuck!" Alex yelled his body arching at the pleasure firing through his nerve endings. Michael watched Alex's reaction intently the sight capturing his breath, pooling heat in his own nether regions. The taste alone was enough. Alex tasted so different from the women he had been with. So carnally different. Michael never wanted to let go. Would never let go. Turning his attention to the other nipple he slid his hands over Alex's jeans, over the glaringly obvious bulge pressing for release. Alex groaned again pushing against the angel's hands. Michael bit down on the blonde's nipple as a reward and the blonde thrashed in pleasure grinding his member into Michael's awaiting hands. This time the angel had to move his head away as the shivers wrecked Alex's body. Michael would have thought he had bitten too hard, red teeth marks welling on the skin, if Alex hadn't reacted so erotically. Unbuttoning the blonde's pants he slid an arm beneath Alex's body lifting him off the ground he ripped the offending clothing down exposing the beautiful engorged dick to the air. Alex hissed as cold air covered his member, goose bumps breaking out over his skin. Michael moved back sitting on his heels he ripped Alex's shoes off one at a time. Taking no time in divesting the blonde of his remaining clothes. Alex ran his hand down his chest as Michael worked. The angel stood up, standing over him when he had accomplished the job taking in the way Alex gazed at him, with half lidded eyes. The man's member straining for attention. Alex's hands ran themselves over his bruised well toned chest following the dusky blonde trail of hair. The blonde wrapped his hand around himself letting a little gasp slip past his lips at the relief. Michael watched him placing his hands on his own pants he unbuckled his belt as Alex's watched him, his hand making the first few pumps. The angel unbuttoned and unzipped his pants pulling them down over his own throbbing member, his own eyes half lidded, lips parted. Alex tossed his head back at the image closing his eyes to sear it into his brain. His hand increasing speed to match the stimulation. The angel ripped his pants down shoving his boots off with them. Michael was on Alex seconds later ripping his hand away from his dick. Alex shuddered at the loss.

"Fuck!" Alex hissed in frustration trying struggling against the angel's grip to get that friction back. He thrust his hips up, his dick just brushing Michael's own as the angel pulled away, barely out of reach. Michael pinned Alex's hands against the floor on either side of Alex's head when the blonde pulled free. Alex hit his head against the floor again with a growl.

"Come on!" He groaned in frustration when all Michael did was look down at him with a serious expression. Alex looked down their bodies, Michael's dick hanging a little towards his own. Alex's reaching up to meet the angel's. Alex's muscles rippled as he squirmed trusting his hips up again. Michael moved away from him. Muscles equally as smooth sliding under his skin.

"Michael." Alex exhaled squirming in Michael's grasp looking up at the angel desperately. Michael just gazed down at him with half lidded eyes, the storm still raging behind his irises.

"Tell me what you want Alex?" Michael asked quietly, slowly, and Alex froze. The question really driving their position home. He knew what he wanted. Fuck, he knew what he wanted. He shouldn't want it though. Michael shouldn't want to give it to him. God Michael needed to give it to him. Shouldn't look at him with that glint in his eyes. When did this happen? Why? Why did he want this? Need it?

"I don't..." Alex trailed off he shouldn't want this. He needed this. God what were they doing!

"What do you want Alex?" Michael pressed and Alex broke their eye contact.

"This is – ."

"What do you want Alex?"

" – we don't – ." Alex stuttered raising his voice as Michael raised his own.

"Tell me what you want."

" – This shoudn't – ."

"What do you want"

" – Micahel we – ."

"What do you need Alex?"

" – I can't – ." Alex cried out closing his eyes against the angel's piercing gaze.

"Alex!" Michael yelled slamming the blonde's hands hard against the ground.

"Tell me what you need?" He growled closing the distance between their faces.

"Fuck. God we're so fucked up." Alex whispered turning his face away from Michael as their breaths mingled together. The angel let his nose brush against Alex's cheek inhaling deeply, breathing in his scent again.

"What do you want Alex?" Michael exhaled softly, his breath ghosting over Alex's blood smeared cheek. Alex turned his head back letting his own nose trail along Michael's cheek. He let his breath mingle with the angel's their noses brushing gently. Alex swallowed his brows furrowed, his nails digging into his palms. He opened his mouth but no words came out just a rush of air.

"Michael." Alex pleaded, pushing his arms against Michael's unrelenting grip. Michael shook his head minutely, his nose brushing against Alex, the blonde whimpered.

"What do you want Alex?" Michael repeated.

"Fuck." Alex gasped hitting his head against the ground. He knew it would be bruised beyond recognition tomorrow but the pain helped him think. Helped him not think. He couldn't tell anymore.

"Alex?"

"Fuck!" He emphasized with another hit of his head pushing against Michael's unrelenting grip.

"Alex?!" Michael growled tightening his grip on the blonde's wrists.

"Fuck!" Alex whimpered. "Fuck me." He finally breathed. "I need you to fuck me." He pressing his forehead painfully against Michael's. Michael pressed back pushing the blonde back to the floor.

"Want you to." Alex whispered as Michael lowered his body onto Alex's. The blonde could see the shiver that wracked Michael's body at his reluctant words.

"Fuck me." He begged just as the angel pressed their flesh together, molding their bodies against each other. This time he felt the shudder that run through Michael. Heard the hitched breath.

"Michael. Please." Michael growled animalisticly at his plea crushing their lips back together. The angel ran his hands underneath Alex's back hugging the blonde against him. He slid his hands down over those smooth muscles pulling the blonde's hips tighter against him before releasing, letting them fall apart. He pulled the blonde back in moaning at the sensation, the heat between them. His muscles flexing every time he pulled the blonde back up, grinding their members together. He forced his tongue into the blonde's mouth not giving him the opportunity to allow him in. Alex moaned at the rough treatment, his hand's groping desperately at the angel's back. Michael roamed one hand up the blonde's gorgeous side over his collar bone and up his neck to his face, then down his jaw line. Breaking the kiss he ran his finger's along Alex's bruised lips, slowly slipping them inside, latching his own mouth onto the blonde's neck. Alex could taste the dirt and sweat, the blood as they slid over his tongue. He didn't care much though as Michael ground against him sending delicious flares of pleasure coursing up his body.

"Needs to be wet." Michael whispered to him breaking the suction he had on the sensitive skin just beneath his ear, he latched back on biting him harshly. Alex gasped and Michael pulled his fingers away saliva trailing after them. The angel pulled their members away from each other. Alex groaning at the loss of pleasure. Pushing Alex's legs farther apart he leaned back a little. Placing a finger at the blonde's entrance he watched Alex tense up. Realization at what Alex has asked for becoming clear to him as that digit pressed against him.

"Wait Michael." Alex choked attempting to slide away from the angel. Michael frowned glancing towards the kitchen. This wasn't going to work. Alex wasn't a woman, he didn't just get wet. He needed more. Michael leaned forward finding the blonde's pulse point again, one hand sliding up to the blonds nipple, the other taking a hold of Alex's dick. He gave the blonde a few pumps, Alex tilting his head back for him a small moan gracing his lips. Then Michael bit him, twisting his nipple and giving his dick a hard pull. Alex's head shot back his mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure, shudders wracking his body. Michael was gone, rushing into the kitchen, knowing if he waited too long Alex would come to his senses again. If he had learned anything from Noma it was Alex's masochistic weakness. One he thought he'd never need to know, let alone exploit it. Michael opened a single drawer hoping Jeep didn't empty the place completely.

"Fuck." Alex breathed as the intense shivers died down. Alex barely realized the angel was gone when he was being blanketed again by that stunningly powerful body. Michael kissed him taking the breath he just got back away again. The angel fumbled with the container quietly keeping Alex distracted. If the blonde pulled away from him now Michael wasn't sure he could hold back, that he wouldn't force him. He ran one hand back down that chiseled torso to Alex's dick giving it the attention the blonde was begging for with every muffled whimper and deep drawn out moan. Dipping his hands into the thick oily substance he coated his fingers throughly. Slowly moving the blonde's legs apart again Michael used his thighs to part Alex's ass exposing that tight hole. Michael broke the deep kiss sitting back quickly he slipped the slicked up hand in between Alex's cheeks. Alex froze suddenly.

"Wait Mich – ." Alex started a hiss cutting him off. Michael pushing his finger past that smooth entrance. Michael moaned at how soft Alex's insides were, a woman couldn't compare. Didn't comapre. Michael leaned over Alex again as the blonde gritted his teeth. He nuzzled his nose across the blonde's cheek, moving his finger slowly in and out of the blonde.

"Relax." Michael instructed feeling around with the digit. Alex took a deep breath trying to do what the angel said despite his doubts.

"Michael I don't – ." Alex started but Michael cut him off consuming the rest of his sentence with a kiss. Adding another finger Michael bit Alex's lip tugging at it and the blonde shivered. After a few more thrusts Michael wondered if he could find – Alex suddenly arched his back again ripping his lip from between Michael's nibbling teeth. Fresh blood bloomed out of his split lip and Michael licked it up, pressing his fingers against that same spot again. Alex shivered.

"Fuck what – ." He panted out a quivering mess beneath the angel. Michael stopped stroking his prostate instead worming another finger in, slowly stretching the blonde. He didn't want Alex over the edge just yet.

"Michael what – ." Alex tried again his nails digging into Michael's arms.

"Shhhhh." Michael hushed pulling his fingers out. Michael scooped a glob of Vaseline into his hand as he moved his body back over Alex. Slicking up his own member Michael buried his nose in Alex's hair again taking a deep breath, dragging it down his neck.

"Tell me what you want." Michael demanded quietly his free hand rubbing circles in Alex's hip. Alex gripped dark hair and pale flesh, enjoying the rush of heat Michael's dark voice sent through him. Michael pressed the tip of his member against the blonde's entrance gently and Alex's nails dug into his skin.

"Tell me what you need." The angel pressed again, moving back up to find Alex's pulse, which raced beneath his skin.

"Michael." Alex exhaled, uncertainty clawing at his pleasurable high. Michael bit down hard against his pulse point.

"Ah, Fuck me!" Alex cried trying to push his hips up needing friction as the tendrils of pleasure raced through him. Michael kept the blonde in place with his hand on the man's hip. Shivering at the blonde's words he pushed inside a few inches, quivering at the tightness, his breath catching in his throat.

"Fuck, just, fucking do it." Alex said pushing his hips down sheathing Michael a few more centimeters. Groaning Michael removed his hand from Alex's hips, running his both hands over the blonde's back he gripped Alex's shoulders. Then he pulled Alex back onto him, impaling the male completely. Alex gasped at the pain and pleasure that ripped through his body. His back arching into the male on top of him. His nails dragging down Michael's shoulders leaving bloody trails behind. Michael lifted Alex off the floor sliding back into a kneeling position, letting gravity push him past the hilt. Michael shivered when Alex clenched against him. Sliding one arm down he wrapped it around Alex's waist. Hoisting the blonde up he pulled his hips back almost unsheathing himself completely. He shifted his grip a little jostling the blonde. Alex wrapped his legs around Michael running his hand through the sweat and blood on the male's back. Alex's head snapped back when Michael drove back into him slamming into that delightful bundle of nerves. The blonde's mouth fell open in a silent scream as Michael repeated the action. Driving himself into Alex's prostate. Alex remained that way for several more thrusts unable to over come the intense pleasure raping his body. Michael's legs quivered at the strength he used to fuck the blonde, the pleasure pulsing through him in sharp bursts. A pleasure he had never came close to, not even with several woman in his bed.

"Fuck. Michael." Alex finally panted out moaning and gasping every time Michael pounded into him.

"God. Michael. Fuck." Alex gasped deeply the pool of heat inside of him building, the electric pulses of pleasure intensifying with every thrust. Every slide of the angel into him, filling him, stretching him. "Please. Yes. Mich – ah. Michael. Fuck."

"Alex." Michael grunted burying his face in the blonde's sweat soaked locks. He buried his teeth into the blonde's skin, his dick into Alex's ass which clenched down upon him. Loving how deep and breathy Alex's voice had gotten.

"Harder. Michael. Fucking." Alex stuttered his body tensing the pool of heat boiling, his body quivering. Michael dropped Alex back against the ground bending the blonde's legs back. The angel increased his speed, his depth, fucking Alex harder then he had ever fucked a human and the blonde took it all screaming his name. Michael could feel Alex clawing at his back, his feet digging into his spine. His dick flopping between their bodies. The sweat running down their skin. Michael bent forward farther. His own shudders taking over. The intensity in him ready to burst. Taking Alex's dick in his hand he pumped it in tune with his thrusts. He had barely touched the blonde, three strokes in, when Alex tossed his head back, his body arching painfully. Alex's muscle's clenched over Michael, constricting into a delicious heat.

"Fuck." The angel swore barely audible, as Alex ejaculated onto his chest his mouth open in a silent scream. Michael thrust five more times into that intense heat, the exquisitely painful tightness.

"Alex!" He grunted out burying his seed deep inside the blonde who was still a shivering mess, his muscles milking Michael for more. Pumping even more deep into Alex. Michael shivered letting his hand fall to the floor as he came down from the high. His tense muscles relaxing.

(Porn over)

Sweat dripped from his nose landing on Alex's cheek it slipped into the crease of his lips. Alex licked it away and Michael swooped down catching Alex's lips. The blonde lazily returning the kiss. The angel buried his hands in the blonde's hair, pouring his soul into the blonde. If that was supposed to be wrong. Everyone could go fuck themselves. His father could go fuck himself. Nothing that mind shattering should be, could be wrong. Michael gently kissed Alex the blonde already slipping into sleep. Laying on his side next to the blonde, Michael wrapped himself around Alex refusing to pull out of him. To break their connection. Michael scattered butterfly kisses over Alex's jaw and across his lips, until the blonde's breathing was even. Michael pulled him in closer, burying his face in the blonde's hair, taking a deep breath of the way Alex smelled after sex. Closing his eyes, Michael gritted his teeth. Alex was right. They were fucked up.

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Alex awoke to the sun beating into his eyelids. A chill forced its way across him and he jerked awake.

"Fuck." Alex swore gripping his back in pain. He glanced around the room. Michael was no where to be seen, which explained how cold he was now. Alex gritted his teeth glaring at nothing in particular as he slowly made his way to his feet. Taking stock of the pieces of skin he could see, he was surprised he wasn't more beat up. Groaning he made his way around the room picking up his clothes. He painfully slipped his jeans on, not even bothering with his underwear. Attempting to put his shirt on he gave up, his ribs aching too much to bother. Dropping the clothing to the floor he left his pants unzipped as well to lazy to zip it up. Ignoring the itching sensation on his stomach he ran a hand through his hair. Hissing he jerking his hand away. The back of his head hurt like a bitch. Finally stumbling out of the house Alex started towards the car intending to at least get a few more hours of sleep in the back seat. Half way there he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. Turning quickly he hissed in pain. Michael sat up on the pile of hay bails his legs tucked into his chest, his face resting on his knees, one arm blocking his features from view. Almost the exact position he was in when Alex had found him the day before. All he was missing were the wings. Changing direction Alex made his way over to the angel. Climbing the first few bails he Leaned beside the angel. Alex watched him for a few minutes in silence taking in the male's already healing face. Almost wondering how he never noticed how stunning the angel was.

"Your still here." Alex stated finally breaking the quiet of the early morning.

"Surprised?" Michael asked removing his arm, turning to face the blonde, yet not quite meeting his eye.

"A little." Alex admitted staring off at the horizon. Michael's brows furrowed further turning his head back forward. There was another long silence between them. It was neither uncomfortable or comfortable. They both knew the other had something to say, yet neither wanted to breach those subjects. To call out just how wrong, how impossible their relationship was. Finally Michael took a steady breath.

"Why didn't you kill Gabriel?" Michael finally asked quietly, his teeth gritted in frustration. Alex shifted guiltily, hissed as pain flared up his back, then settled back down, biting his lip. Michael turned his attention towards the blonde watching as he worried his already swollen lip a deep frown on his face. Eventually Alex swallowed and Michael knew he was finally going to get an answer. Finally going to know why the blonde faltered. Why he betrayed him. Betrayed each other. Alex took a deep breath.

"I have a kid." Alex exhaled meeting Michael's eyes, the blonde's a little more moist then they should be. Alex looked away blinking hard. It was hard to talk about someone he would never see. Never be with. Maybe not even live to hear about. Michael stared him down confusion and disbelief written on his face.

"What?" Michael asked softly.

"Claire. She, uh, She's pregnant. I'm, going to be a father." Alex laughed dryly.

"Alex." Michael whispered solemnly. Knowing exactly what this entailed.

"Yeah. I know." He said bitterly his shoulders slumping.

"Gabriel – ." Michael started but Alex cut him off.

"Threatened them. Yeah. I mean. Michael." Alex turned to him fear evident on his face. "He walked out of that cage. Out of Vega. No resistance at all. I can't stop him."

"You must." Michael muttered insistently, turning away from the blonde, unable to meet those desperate eyes.

"But how?" Alex questioned letting his hand rest on the underside of the angel's thigh. Michael tensed at the touch.

"Michael?" Alex asked the name catching in his throat as the angel pulled away. Alex gritted his teeth against the pain that one action caused.

"I'm not the one you should trust Alex." Michael whispered uncurling himself, refusing to meet Alex's eye.

"What do you mean? Michael don't do this!" He stuttered fearfully when the angel stood up, away from him. His hand reaching desperately out for the angel.

"Look what I've done." Michael growled out a look of disgust on his face, "To Becca, to those soldiers, to you." Alex shook his head in disbelief.

"No. Michael no! That wasn't. You weren't in your right mind. I understand. I get it." Alex gushed reaching a hand out to the angel. Micheal stepped farther out of Alex's reach.

"I'm sorry Alex. For this, for us."

"Damn it Michael." Alex cursed trying to pull himself up onto the bails of hay, the hay beneath him crumbled a little and he crashed onto a bruised rip. Hissing he fell back to the ground down all progress lost.

"I asked for it!" Alex yelled at him, fear and desperation eating at his heart.

"No Alex." Michael shook his head solemnly. "You didn't."

"No Michael! You can't just leave me here! Michael!" Alex called after him as the angel spread his wings taking to the sky. Michael shot through the air as fast as his wings could take him knowing if he turned around he wouldn't be able to do it. Wouldn't be able to leave Alex.

"MICHAEL!" Alex shouted at the top of his lungs, tearing his throat, as the angel disappearing black smudge in the sky grew smaller. Dropping his head against the prickly hay, he finally let the tears fall. He couldn't do this alone. He didn't want to do this alone. He punched the hay hard embracing the pain that shot through his hand and up his arm, the small cuts that ripped into his already battered knuckles.

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It was a few days later. After hours of sitting in that dirty sweat and blood spattered room that Alex finally decided on a course of action. Michael would be impossible to find, but he was right. Gabriel had to die. Alex needed to save Noma. Michael's plan was still in play. They had convinced Gabriel that Alex had turned against him. Convinced him in ways Alex had never wanted to venture. The lives Michael took didn't seem worth it, the pain he had endured, they had endured. Alex pulled himself from that dirty floor making his way to the car, not even glancing back at the house. Getting in he slammed the door behind him, feeling numb. Starting the car he adjusted the rear view mirror. Catching a glimpse of himself he startled, leaning in closer. The bruises that should be a dark purple were a light green. The split on his lip almost none existent. Confused he pulled his shirt up taking in the mostly healed bruises, the nicely scabbed cut across his stomach, pieces already falling of to reveal pink scar tissue. Slowly he let his shirt fall back. Only Michael should be healing this fast. Clenching his shaking hands he gripped the steering wheel hard. He had no idea what this meant. Maybe Michael's, Alex couldn't bring himself to think it. It obviously had something to do with what they did. Whatever it was, it would at least make the journey to Gabriel's more comfortable. Bruised ribs were a bitch to sit around on. Putting the car in reverse Alex put it all behind him. It was easier to pretend it never happened. Pretend that it didn't hurt, but God did it hurt.

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(NO! Its not male pregnancy! Fuck children! They ruin everything. Children are not the answer to relationship problems. STOP WRITING FANFICTION ABOUT IT! Poor kids...)