Chapter 16

Manipulations

Part 1

As the days passed, Raphael continued to live in his regular dormitory, gradually blending in with the other students. The stone walls, once so unfamiliar, began to feel almost comforting, their cool surface whispering of age-old secrets. However, word had spread about the Headmaster’s particular interest in him, and whispers began to ripple through the corridors like invisible currents. Some students watched him with open curiosity, their eyes following his every move, while others hid their glances behind thin veils of barely concealed jealousy.

One evening, as he was returning to his room, the soft murmur of evening life echoing through the halls, he heard footsteps behind him. His body tensed instinctively, a prickle of alertness sparking under his skin. He turned around swiftly, only to see Ethan approaching, his gait casual, a smirk playing lazily on his lips.

– Raphael – Ethan greeted casually, his voice carrying an easy familiarity as he fell into step beside him. Together, they continued walking toward the dormitory, their steps echoing side by side.

Raphael glanced sideways at him, a hint of tension coiling in his chest like a dormant spring ready to snap.

– Are we okay?

Ethan chuckled, a low sound vibrating with a hint of amusement. Raphael caught the faint scent of alcohol lingering around him, weaving faintly into the air between them.

– We’re fine, Raphael. I just wanted to talk to you for a bit. You’re the talk of the school right now, you know. The Headmaster’s favorite and all that.

Raphael sighed, rolling his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth tugging down with reluctant irritation.

– Stop it. You know I don’t need all this fuss. Otherwise, I would’ve beaten you in our little fight.

Ethan laughed out loud, the sound full-bodied and unrestrained, clearly remembering the “sparring session” they had last week. In that brief clash of strength and skill, Raphael might have been the Headmaster’s mysterious favorite, but Ethan knew better than anyone not to underestimate him when it came to a real fight.

– Fair point – Ethan conceded, his smirk widening with boyish amusement.

Raphael frowned slightly, the muscles between his brows tightening, noticing the mischievous glint sparkling in his companion’s green eyes.

– What’s with all this grinning? Why so happy?

Ethan stopped walking abruptly, pivoting to face him directly, his sudden movement causing a faint shift in the air. His grin softened into a more playful smirk, an easy confidence radiating from him.

– I’m just happy to see you’re still the same Raphael, despite all the attention. You know, some students are already spreading rumors that you might be the chosen one from the prophecy.

He chuckled, the sound light on the surface but edged with something deeper, something that seemed to hum in the space between them.

– Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about it?

Raphael tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as he followed Ethan’s words with a mixture of curiosity and faint exasperation.

– The prophecy of the ‘One’ who will bring balance to the world of supernatural beings? – Ethan continued, his tone slipping into something almost teasing. – It’s been circulating around the school for years.

Raphael snorted softly, the sound escaping him like a short, dry gust of air.

– Yeah, yeah… And what do you think about me?

Ethan’s smirk faded, giving way to a more thoughtful expression as he studied him closely, something almost earnest flickering in the depth of his gaze, raw and unguarded.

– Me personally? I think you might be the One they’re talking about in the prophecy. You’re too strong, too mysterious… and the Headmaster’s interest in you is definitely suspicious.

Raphael felt a wave of heaviness settle over him at Ethan’s words, like a weight pressing down on his shoulders, squeezing the air from his lungs.

– It’s all so serious – he muttered, a weary note creeping into his voice, the longing for simplicity threading through his tone. – I would love to relax a little and forget for a moment about those prophecies, visions, and everything else.

Ethan nodded understandingly, the hard lines of his playful facade softening as he stepped a little closer, his presence grounding, offering a quiet kind of support.

– I get it. You’ve got a lot on your plate right now. How about we take a break from all this serious stuff? There’s a party happening tonight in the common room. Want to come with me?

He extended his hand toward Raphael, a spark of warmth lighting up his smile, as if offering not just an invitation but a brief escape from the mounting pressures that clung to Raphael’s every step.

Raphael hesitated only a moment, feeling the tug of temptation, before accepting it with a slight nod, the corner of his lips twitching into a faint smile.

– Sure.

Ethan’s face lit up with a genuine smile as Raphael agreed to go with him, a boyish excitement sparking in his blue eyes.

– Great! – he exclaimed, his voice almost lost in the growing hum of evening activity.

Without hesitation, he took Raphael’s hand, the contact warm and steady, and led him through the dimly lit corridors of the academy. The ancient stone walls, lined with flickering lanterns, seemed to vibrate faintly with the distant thrum of music. As they drew nearer, the sound grew louder — an infectious, pounding rhythm that seemed to pulse through the very floors.

The common room burst into view like a different world, vibrant and chaotic. The party was already in full swing. Enchanted lights floated above the crowd, casting shifting colours over students who danced in wild abandon or clustered together in animated groups. The scent of spiced drinks and sweet pastries hung heavy in the air, mingling with the crisp night breeze sneaking through open windows.

Raphael’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the scene, a flash of amazement crossing his face.
– Wow.

– Pretty wild, huh? – Ethan leaned closer, his breath brushing Raphael’s ear to be heard over the music, sending an involuntary shiver down Raphael’s spine.

– Drink? – he asked, gesturing with a nod toward a makeshift bar area where students lounged around high tables, laughter and conversation spilling from every corner.

Raphael was just about to respond when he noticed a group of students nearby turning their heads, whispering behind half-hidden smiles. Their gazes clung to him like invisible threads, pricking at his skin. Ethan rolled his eyes dramatically, clearly unimpressed by the attention.

– Hey, Raphael!

The shout cut through the music. Raphael turned his head slightly toward the voice.
– Yes?

Before he could react further, Ethan grinned mischievously and pulled him closer, his arm sliding around Raphael’s waist with an easy confidence that sent a rush of heat to Raphael’s cheeks.

The crowd parted just enough to let them through, though more and more eyes followed Raphael’s every step, curiosity practically crackling in the air around them.

Raphael leaned closer to Ethan, the noise and the press of bodies making him feel strangely exposed.
– Are you sure it was a good idea to come here?

– Relax – Ethan said, flashing him a warm, reassuring grin. – I’m sure it was a great idea. It’s not every day you get to see the mysterious Raphael let loose at a party.

Raphael let out a small, reluctant chuckle, feeling both self-conscious and oddly excited.
– Yeaah…

– Let me get us some drinks – he said loudly over the pounding music. Ethan moved to the bar with casual ease, slipping between groups of students as if he belonged to the current of energy flowing through the room. He ordered two drinks, his posture relaxed but alert, like someone always ready for a good time. Then he turned back to Raphael, his face lit with a reassuring smile that made the tension in Raphael’s chest ease just a little.

Left standing alone for a brief moment, Raphael shifted his weight, feeling the beat of the music vibrating through the floorboards under his boots. Around him, the crowd surged and swayed like a living thing, and for the first time that evening, he felt truly adrift — a stranger in a world moving just slightly too fast.

A sudden presence at his side snapped him from his thoughts. A tall, dark-haired student approached, his confidence almost tangible. A sly smirk twisted his lips, and his dark eyes gleamed with something Raphael couldn’t immediately place.

– Raphael – the student said, his voice smooth and edged with a mockery too subtle to call out directly. – Mind if I have a word?

Raphael blinked, feeling slightly thrown off balance but keeping his expression neutral.
– Sure, but… who are you?

The student’s smirk widened at Raphael’s question, amusement flickering across his sharp features.

– Oh, where are my manners? I’m Lucas, the captain of the school’s demon-hunting team. I’ve heard a lot about you, Raphael.

Lucas’s gaze swept over him with open appraisal, lingering just a fraction too long, filled with a mix of curiosity and something darker — a calculating gleam that made Raphael’s instincts twitch.

Raphael frowned slightly, instinctively bracing himself.
– Demon-hunting team?

Lucas puffed out his chest, his pride evident, as if the title alone should command respect.

– That’s right. We’re the elite group tasked with keeping this school’s borders safe from supernatural threats. Funny, isn’t it? A guy like you doesn’t need to join our team to handle demons.

He chuckled under his breath, but there was a sharpness to his tone, especially as he cast a glance toward Ethan — almost like a silent challenge.

Raphael narrowed his eyes slightly but kept his voice calm.
– And what are you?

Lucas’s smirk faltered for the briefest heartbeat, replaced by a cold, serious expression that made the hairs on the back of Raphael’s neck stand on end.

– I’m a werewolf – he said, his voice dropping into something low and dangerous. – And I can sense the power radiating from you, Raphael. You’re not just any supernatural being.

He stepped closer, and for a moment, it felt as if the noise and chaos of the party faded into a distant blur. Lucas’s eyes locked onto his, the intensity between them crackling like a live wire.

Raphael met his gaze evenly, refusing to back down.
– So, you probably know Ethan. Is it something important you want to talk to me about?

Lucas flicked a brief glance at Ethan, then returned his attention fully to Raphael, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

– Yeah, I know Ethan. He’s a good guy, but he’s also naive sometimes.

He leaned in closer, so close that Raphael could feel the heat radiating off him, his next words barely audible over the thrum of the music.

– Look, Raphael, I’m going to be blunt. Ethan likes you.

Raphael felt his heart give a small, startled jump, but he kept his expression carefully neutral.
– Is it wrong?

Lucas shook his head slowly, his serious demeanour unchanging.

– No, it’s not wrong. But it’s complicated. Ethan’s a popular guy, and he could have any girl or guy in this school. But instead, he’s got a thing for the mysterious, powerful, and closed-off Raphael.

Raphael exhaled quietly, feeling a knot of emotions tightening somewhere deep inside his chest — a swirl of doubt, surprise, and something warmer he didn’t want to name.
– I’m not planning to start serious relationship anytime soon.

– And that’s the problem – Lucas said, his voice taking on a warning tone that sliced through the noise around them like a blade. – Ethan’s a relationship guy. He’s not the type to just hook up and move on. If you’re not serious about him, then you need to make that clear, for both of your sakes.

Raphael met his gaze steadily, feeling the weight of the words settle somewhere deep inside his chest.
– Ok. Thanks for saying that.

Lucas nodded, his expression softening slightly, though the edge of seriousness never truly left his features. A fleeting sense of respect passed between them — unspoken but understood.

– Just remember, Raphael. Ethan’s a good guy. Don’t play with his feelings if you’re not ready for a serious relationship.

With that, Lucas turned sharply on his heel and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Raphael alone. The noise of the party seemed to close in again — the pulsing beat of the music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses — but for a moment, it all felt distant, muted. Alone with his thoughts, Raphael stood motionless, a familiar knot of uncertainty twisting low in his stomach. The weight of expectation — Lucas’s words, Ethan’s trust — pressed down on him like unseen hands.

He barely had time to gather himself when Ethan appeared, sliding one of the drinks toward him across the bar, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips, effortlessly grounding Raphael back into the present.

– So, Ethan, do you have a good time?

– I’m having a great time actually – Ethan said, his voice light and casual, though his eyes searched Raphael’s face with quiet curiosity. He paused, hesitating just long enough for Raphael to notice, then added, almost offhandedly – Just one question though…

He fiddled with the rim of his drink for a heartbeat, then lifted his gaze back to Raphael’s, the cautious edge to his words betraying the casualness he tried to project.

– What were you and Lucas talking about?

Raphael allowed a small, knowing smirk to tug at the corner of his mouth.
– Try to guess.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk of his own forming as he caught the teasing glint in Raphael’s eyes.

– Well, I can guess it had something to do with me.

He leaned in closer, the music around them seeming to dim under the new intensity between them. His voice softened, just loud enough for Raphael to hear, but intimate enough to make his heart thud against his ribs.

– Was Lucas giving you advice on how to handle me?

Raphael tilted his head slightly, letting the moment stretch before delivering his answer with a sly tone.
– Sure, he handed me a list of your favourite sex positions.

For a heartbeat, Ethan just stared at him, stunned — then his eyes widened comically before he burst into laughter, the sound rich and unrestrained, drawing curious glances from nearby students. His drink nearly sloshed over the rim as he clutched it, trying to regain his composure.

– Are you serious? That asshole!

He shook his head, still laughing, his whole body radiating easy, infectious warmth.

– I bet Lucas told you some ridiculous things. My favourite positions, huh?

Leaning back against the bar, Ethan grinned mischievously, the sparkle of amusement never leaving his eyes, as if challenging Raphael to continue the joke.

Raphael sipped his drink slowly, savouring the moment of lightness that seemed to crack open the heavy atmosphere from before.
– Sure. But seriously, I want you to know that I’m not looking for anything serious right now. With all this crazy supernatural stuff, I want to have a little bit of fun.

Ethan’s grin widened, his shoulders relaxing as though a hidden tension had just been released.

– You know what? I’m actually relieved to hear that.

He took a thoughtful sip of his drink, letting the taste linger on his tongue before speaking again.

– So, does that mean we’re on the same page? Casual fun, no strings attached?

Raphael lifted an eyebrow, his lips curving into a slow, sly smile.
– Hmmm… I’ve heard something different about you. But if what you say is true, then yes, we’re on the same page.

At that, Ethan’s playful demeanor shifted slightly. His expression grew more serious, more guarded, as though Raphael’s words had struck a deeper chord.

– What did you hear? – he asked, his voice steady, but underpinned with genuine curiosity and a subtle note of concern.

He leaned in closer, searching Raphael’s face for any hint of deception.

– Because I’ll be honest, I do have a bit of a reputation for being a relationship guy. But right now, with everything going on and my family’s expectations…

The words trailed off into the heavy space between them. Raphael caught the slight slump in Ethan’s shoulders, the way his fingers tightened around his glass.

– Your family?

Ethan’s blue eyes darkened momentarily with the weight of whatever memories the question stirred.
– Yeah… – he sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair, the gesture weary and unguarded.

– The Angelic side of my family… they want me to settle down with someone pure, someone who can continue our bloodline. You know, typical angel stuff.

He gave a soft laugh, but the sound was hollow, forced — a brittle attempt to mask the complicated emotions simmering beneath.

Raphael frowned, feeling the sharp contrast between Ethan’s easy-going surface and the turmoil lurking underneath.
– Strange for a werewolf.

Ethan chuckled in response, a rueful sound, shaking his head slowly as if the absurdity of his own situation was an old, familiar weight he had learned to carry.

– Yeah…

<Part 2 is under the picture>

Part 2

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head with a breathy laugh, as if the absurdity of his situation had become almost a familiar joke he told himself.

– Yeah, it’s a bit of a mess. My mom is an angel, my dad is a werewolf. I’m basically the weird hybrid kid who doesn’t fit into either world perfectly.

There was no bitterness in his tone, but Raphael caught the faint undercurrent of resignation hiding beneath the casual words. Ethan leaned back in his chair, stretching with lazy ease, though his blue eyes met Raphael’s with a steady, almost vulnerable intensity that belied his relaxed posture.

Raphael allowed a slow, devilish smile to form, a glint of mischief lighting up his gaze.
– Hmmmmm…..

Ethan let out a low whistle, clearly affected by the wickedness of Raphael’s expression. A playful smirk tugged at his lips, pulling him effortlessly back into lighter territory.

– Uh oh, trouble alert. That look could get a guy into serious trouble – he teased, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial murmur as he leaned forward, the distance between them shrinking.
– Tell me, do devilish smiles come with horns too?

Raphael tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with unspoken challenge.
– Let’s find out.

Without giving Ethan a chance to react, Raphael reached out and grabbed his hand. In an instant, the world around them dissolved into a dizzying rush of colour and sensation. Ethan yelped in surprise, his fingers clamping tightly around Raphael’s hand as the teleportation flung them into darkness. The disorienting spin finally settled, the world crystallizing into the quiet dimness of a darkened room.

He blinked rapidly, trying to steady his breathing, his heart pounding against his ribs. His hand was still gripping Raphael’s as though afraid letting go would make the floor vanish again.

– Holy shit, that was intense! – he gasped, his voice edged with nervous laughter. He squeezed Raphael’s hand, needing the grounding touch.
– Did you just… teleport us?

Raphael’s lips curved into a secretive smile, his voice soft and slightly teasing.
– I might have.

Ethan grinned widely, the initial shock melting into pure exhilaration, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement and a mischievous fire.

– Well, that’s fucking awesome.

Still holding onto the thrill of the moment, he tugged Raphael closer, the heat between them flaring to life. His voice dropped into a low, husky whisper that sent a shiver down Raphael’s spine.

– And now that we’re alone…

He leaned in, brushing his lips against Raphael’s in a feather-light caress, tasting the tension between them before deepening the kiss. The world outside the room ceased to exist. Raphael felt himself pulled under, the pressure of Ethan’s lips, the urgent glide of his hands, sending sparks racing across his skin.

The room around them seemed to hum with a low, electric energy as Ethan kissed him deeply, his hands roaming over Raphael’s body in firm, possessive sweeps, as though committing every inch of him to memory.

Breaking the kiss only long enough to draw a ragged breath, Ethan fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, urgency and desire tangling in his movements. One by one, the buttons gave way, revealing the hard planes of his chiselled chest, the dim light casting shadows over the sculpted lines of muscle.

– You know, I’ve always been curious… do demons have wings?

The words were spoken with a teasing lilt, but Raphael heard the genuine wonder behind them. He tilted his head, amusement flickering across his features.
– Why the hell do you think I’m a demon?

Ethan paused with his fingers on the last button, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He cocked an eyebrow, the smirk curling at his lips playful yet full of intent.

– Well, the teleporting was a pretty big clue – he said, shrugging lightly, as if the answer was obvious.
– Plus, that devilish smile. It’s sexy as hell, you know.

Raphael chuckled under his breath, the sound low and almost dangerous. He took a step back, letting the anticipation build.
– I’m afraid I have to disappoint you. I’m not a demon. But I can think of some devilish things. And about the wings…

Without warning, a surge of energy coiled within him, and in the next heartbeat, his wings unfurled. They exploded outward with a soft, resonant sound, filling the room with shimmering hues of midnight blue and deep obsidian. The feathers caught what little light there was, scattering iridescent reflections against the darkened walls.

Ethan’s jaw dropped open, his entire body frozen with awe. His wide eyes drank in the sight, a mixture of admiration and disbelief painting his face.

– Holy fuck – he breathed, his voice no more than a reverent whisper. His gaze was filled with awe and a flicker of something deeper, something almost primal.
– That’s… you’re not a demon, you’re something else entirely.

Raphael smiled faintly, the weight of revelation settling easily on his shoulders.
– Sure. But let’s see what a hybrid of a werewolf and an angel looks like.

Ethan swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly as his gaze remained riveted on the magnificent wings. Slowly, as if moving through a dream, he reached for his belt, his fingers trembling slightly. The soft metallic click of the buckle releasing seemed deafening in the thick silence.

– Okay, I’m officially intrigued.

With deliberate slowness, he pushed his pants down, revealing long, muscular legs and something even more impressive and undeniably tempting – the sight sending a rush of heat straight to Raphael’s core.

– So, I am a wolf–angel hybrid…

Raphael couldn’t help the small smile that curved his lips, his voice slipping into a tone of genuine admiration.
– I’m officially amazed.

Ethan smirked wickedly, clearly pleased by Raphael’s amazed reaction.
A spark of mischievous pride gleamed in his eyes, the expression almost feral in its playfulness.

– Glad I could impress a creature with wings.

He stepped closer, his powerful physique commanding Raphael’s full attention with every confident movement.
The heat radiating from him was tangible, the magnetic pull between their bodies growing stronger with each passing second.

– You know, most supernatural beings would piss themselves seeing a werewolf cock. Lucky for you, I’m a sweetheart.

Ethan’s smirk widened into a full-blown grin as he closed the distance between them.
His hands reached out, fingers brushing delicately over the soft, shimmering feathers of Raphael’s wings, reverence hidden beneath his teasing touch, before he pulled him into a deep, consuming kiss.
Their mouths met with an explosive hunger, the clash of teeth and breath igniting a fire that seemed to burn through the very air between them.
His werewolf strength made it effortless to hold Raphael close as he walked him backward, step by step, slow and relentless, until Raphael’s wings hit the wall with a soft, reverberating thud.
The impact sent a shudder down Raphael’s spine, a delicious thrill racing through him.

Raphael met his gaze with steady confidence.
No fear, no hesitation — only an answering hunger that burned just as hot.

– Fortunately I’m not so easy to be scared.

As he spoke, his gaze instinctively dropped lower, sweeping over Ethan’s powerful body — and lingering between his legs.
A flicker of heat pooled low in his abdomen as he watched Ethan’s impressive erection, the sight sending an electric pulse straight through him. At the same time, he felt his own cock stir and begin to grow, the sensation throbbing insistently with each heavy beat of his heart.

Ethan followed Raphael’s gaze, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest, something wolfish and angelic at the same time. The sound sent a delicious shiver of anticipation down Raphael’s spine.

– Like what you see?

He pressed himself against Raphael more firmly, the delicious friction of skin against skin sending bolts of pleasure through both of them. The heat between their bodies rose sharply, coiling like a storm about to break. Ethan’s breathing grew heavier with each passing second, the steady rhythm growing ragged.

– I must say… you’re the first supernatural creature that hasn’t backed down from my size.

Raphael gave a slow, deliberate smile. The confidence radiating off him was palpable, a steady flame stoked higher by the lust burning between them.

– You know, I’m not lacking in this department myself.

Ethan’s eyes widened slightly as he felt Raphael’s impressive length hardening against his abs, thick and undeniable, a solid, throbbing presence that made him swallow hard.
A flush crept up his neck as realization fully hit him, raw and electrifying.

– You’re… you’re not joking, are you?

He swallowed hard again, visibly trying to maintain his composure as his mind raced, flooded with explicit, feverish images he couldn’t push away.

Raphael’s voice dropped into a low, teasing murmur. A tone that promised more than just playful flirtation — a tone that spoke of possession, of hunger.

– You can check it yourself…

Ethan’s eyes darkened with raw desire, the playful mischief now swallowed whole by a need as primal as it was unstoppable. With trembling fingers, he quickly moved to unbutton Raphael’s pants, urgency and reverence blending together.

In one smooth, deliberate motion, he pushed them down along with Raphael’s underwear, baring him completely. His breath hitched sharply as Raphael’s thick cock sprang free, standing proudly against his abdomen, impossibly hard and utterly magnificent.

– Fuck – he growled, his hands wrapping around the thick shaft.
The heat of Raphael’s skin against his palm sent a jolt straight to his groin.
– You’re huge.

Ethan’s grip tightened instinctively around Raphael’s massive length, his fingers struggling to meet around the girth. He looked up at Raphael, awe and hunger burning hot in his blue eyes, his lips parting slightly in breathless admiration.

– This is… this is insane. Werewolves and angels aren’t supposed to fuck.

Raphael’s voice was smooth, edged with amusement. His gaze held Ethan’s steadily, dark and full of promise.

– But here you are. Child of a werewolf and angel.

Ethan’s eyes flashed with primal need as he stroked Raphael’s cock harder, his hand now slick with pre-cum leaking from the swollen tip. The scent of sex, heat, and need filled the room, an invisible current that crackled against their skin.

– I want you – he growled possessively.
The hunger in his voice was palpable, vibrating in the thick, heated air between them.
– I want to feel you inside me.

Without hesitation, he spun around, bending over slightly and spreading his legs wide, offering himself shamelessly. The tension radiating off him was fierce, a desperate, burning need that lit up every inch of his taut body.

Raphael stepped closer, his breath quickening, a dark satisfaction blooming in his chest.
His voice was low and filled with promise, thick with the anticipation of the inevitable.

– With pleasure.

He lined up his massive member with Ethan’s tight entrance, guiding the tip forward with slow, careful pressure. The friction made Raphael groan under his breath, the sensation exquisite. Ethan let out a loud, guttural groan, his hands gripping the wall tightly as he pushed back against Raphael’s thick length, greedily demanding more with every ragged breath.

– Fuck, you’re bigger than any wolf or angel I’ve ever been with – he panted, his voice strained and raw with pleasure, shaking from the overwhelming fullness.

Raphael leaned closer, his breath hot against Ethan’s ear, his words a dark caress.
– Do you like it?

Ethan moaned loudly, his body trembling with pleasure as Raphael pushed deeper inside him.
The sound echoed through the dim hallway, raw and shameless, vibrating against the stone walls.

– Yes – he gasped, his voice catching in his throat, while Raphael’s massive wings fluttered slightly from the overwhelming sensations surging through his body. – I love it. Your cock feels amazing inside me.

His hands braced against the wall as he pushed back harder, desperate to take more, stretching himself until Raphael was fully sheathed inside his tight, trembling hole.

Ethan cried out loudly as Raphael started moving inside him, slow at first but growing deeper, each thrust pushing him further into the wall. Raphael’s hand slid around Ethan’s throbbing member, wrapping it in a firm grip, stroking him in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, adding another layer of pleasure that made Ethan’s knees weak.

– Oh fuck, oh fuck – he chanted, the words tumbling from his lips in a desperate mantra, his body shaking violently between Raphael and the unyielding wall. – You’re hitting my prostate perfectly… and jerking me off at the same time?

The rawness in his voice only fueled Raphael’s hunger.
Raphael leaned closer, his breath hot against Ethan’s ear, his voice a deep, knowing murmur.
– Do you like it?

– I love it! – Ethan screamed, his voice breaking from the intensity, echoing wildly through the empty corridor. – You’re going to make me come so hard!

His back arched in a perfect bow as Raphael struck that sweet, electric spot inside him again, and Raphael’s hand pumped his cock furiously, driving him to the edge faster than he could process.

– I’m gonna—

Raphael’s voice came out low and commanding, full of dark encouragement.
– Yes.

Ethan’s body convulsed violently as he reached his peak, crying out in pure abandon. His seed erupted from his throbbing member, splattering the wall in front of him in thick, hot spurts, his body locked in trembling ecstasy.

He panted heavily, every breath a battle, his body still shaking as Raphael continued thrusting into him, refusing to let the fire die out. Raphael’s massive wings unfurled fully, folding around Ethan like a sheltering cocoon, cutting them off from the world outside — as if this moment belonged only to them.

Raphael’s voice rumbled again, deeper, satisfied, vibrating through their joined bodies.
– Yesss! – electric current went through his body.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across Ethan’s flushed, sweat-slicked face. His entire body still throbbed with the aftershocks of his orgasm, but he pushed back against Raphael with determined hunger, still impaled on his massive length, refusing to let go of the connection between them.

Raphael’s voice softened, laced with a quiet satisfaction.
– It was really nice. We should do it again sometimes.

Ethan chuckled softly, the sound vibrating between them, his body trembling faintly from the overwhelming release he had just experienced.

– Definitely – he agreed, his voice husky and affectionate.
Turning his head with effort, he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to Raphael’s cheek, the touch tender and full of silent promises.

– Whenever you want, angel boy. My hole is always ready for your massive cock.

Raphael’s lips curved into a small, amused smile, disbelief and pleasure intertwining.
– Nice to know.

Ethan grinned wickedly at the response, a glint of playful heat flashing in his eyes.
He pushed back again, grinding his hips deliberately, making Raphael’s cock twitch deep inside him, dragging a low moan from both of their throats.

– I mean it – he purred, his voice thick with lust and devotion. – I love having you inside me. It feels so good to be filled up by my angel boyfriend.

Raphael blinked in stunned confusion, the weight of those last words slamming into him with unexpected force.
– Wait, what?!?

Ethan laughed softly, the sound light and full of affection.
Turning his head to look at Raphael, he offered a loving, radiant smile that made Raphael’s heart stumble.

– Didn’t I mention it? I’m your boyfriend now.

He wiggled his hips again, deliberately, wickedly, making Raphael’s cock slide even deeper inside him, milking a groan from his angelic lover.

– I love you, angel boy. And I want to be with you forever.

<Part 3 is under the picture>

Part 3

Raphael’s voice was firm, cutting through the thick tension coiling around them like a vice.
– Stop. I thought we agreed upon no strings.

The playful light in Ethan’s eyes dimmed instantly, his smile fading as reality crashed down on him. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he pushed back against Raphael gently, as if trying to prolong the connection between them, making sure he remained buried deep inside his body.

– I know we did – he admitted softly, his voice low and rough, each word weighted with something raw and uncontainable. – But I can’t help it. I love you too much to just be casual.

Raphael exhaled sharply, frustration tightening his chest like a vise.
– It’s unfair. I just told you I don’t want any serious relationship right now.

Ethan sighed deeply, the sound filled with resignation, and his body tensed slightly against Raphael’s, the tension radiating through his muscles as he remained impaled on his lover’s cock. His hands pressed against the cold surface of the wall, trembling faintly.

– I know – he murmured, glancing back over his shoulder with a look that carved a hollow ache inside Raphael’s chest. – You’ve made your feelings clear. No strings attached, right?

He shifted uncomfortably, wincing slightly as Raphael’s length remained buried deep inside him, the raw intimacy of their still-joined bodies making the conversation cut even deeper.

– Yes. And you said you want exactly the same – Raphael reminded him, his voice edged with cold steel.

Ethan nodded slowly, a broken sadness creeping into his eyes, shadowing the determination that still stubbornly flickered within him.

– I did – he admitted softly, the confession barely more than a whisper. – But I can’t deny my feelings anymore.

He pushed back against Raphael again, his body instinctively seeking that connection even as his heart fractured, a soft, needy moan escaping him as Raphael’s cock hit his prostate perfectly, sparking another wave of helpless pleasure through him.

– I love you, and I want to be with you.

Raphael’s response came without hesitation, his tone final and resolute, a wall slamming down between them.
– Ok. So in this case I think it will be better if we won’t repeat that again.

Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief, hurt flashing across his face like a crack of lightning.
Slowly, with a shudder that seemed to ripple through his entire being, he pulled away, Raphael’s cock sliding out of him with a wet, reluctant pop that echoed in the charged silence.
He turned to face Raphael, his expression twisted in pain, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

– Wait – he said softly, reaching out with trembling fingers to touch Raphael’s arm. – Don’t do this.

Raphael’s eyes darkened, the weight of betrayal and hurt anchoring his words.
– You tricked me, and now I look like someone who’s gonna break your heart.

Ethan’s eyes shimmered with tears as he shook his head vigorously, desperation sharpening his every movement.

– No, no, that’s not true – he insisted, grabbing Raphael’s arm tightly as if afraid he might disappear. – I didn’t trick you. I just… I fell in love with you.

He stepped closer, pressing his flushed, trembling body against Raphael’s, seeking warmth, forgiveness, something — anything — to hold onto in the crumbling moment between them.

– And you lied that you want only fun, without any commitment – Raphael said, his voice cold and cutting.

Ethan’s expression darkened instantly, anger and hurt crashing together in a storm behind his tear-filled eyes.

– Because I knew you would say no to a relationship! – he snapped, his voice cracking under the weight of everything he had tried to bury. – You always say you don’t want a boyfriend, so I had to act like I only wanted casual!

Raphael’s words came without softness, sharp with truth.
– So you can blame only yourself. Sorry.

Ethan blinked back his tears, a bitter laugh escaping his lips, the sound brittle and hollow in the heavy air between them.
He stepped away from Raphael, creating a distance that felt like a canyon opening at their feet.

– Right, blame myself. Good point.

He shook his head slowly, a haunted look shadowing his features, running a trembling hand through his messy, sweat-dampened hair.

– I guess I deserved that. Trying to catch an angel and all.

Raphael’s voice dropped to a low murmur, thick with weariness and a sadness he couldn’t name.
– I’m not an angel. I don’t know what I am.

Without another word, he retracted his wings, the luminous feathers folding inward and dissolving into nothingness, leaving behind only the heavy silence between them.

Ethan watched helplessly as Raphael’s wings retracted, the shimmering feathers vanishing into nothingness like a closing door. His heart ached with a hollow, unbearable longing, regret gnawing at him from the inside out. He took a hesitant step closer, the space between them feeling impossibly vast despite the few inches that separated them, his eyes glistening with unshed tears that clung stubbornly to his lashes.

– I know you’re not an angel – he whispered softly, the words breaking like glass in the heavy silence. – But you’re my angel.

He reached out tentatively, his fingers trembling as they brushed Raphael’s cheek in a gentle, reverent caress, seeking one last connection before it could all shatter completely.

Raphael’s voice came low and filled with pain, his words a bittersweet knife.
– Please, Ethan. I don’t want you to suffer, but I don’t want to engage in any relationship right now.

The impact of those words hit Ethan like a blow. His expression crumpled in a heartbeat, and the tears he had fought so hard to contain finally broke free, spilling hot and fast down his cheeks. He leaned into Raphael’s touch with heartbreaking need, pressing his palm against the warmth of his face as if trying to memorize the feeling.

– I know – he whispered brokenly, barely audible, the weight of his heartbreak pulling him deeper into the moment. – I understand.

He sucked in a deep, shaky breath, fighting to compose himself, but every breath seemed to tremble with the threat of another collapse.

– But I love you.

Raphael’s voice, when it came, was filled with quiet regret, a soft surrender to a pain neither of them could avoid.
– I’m sorry.

– Don’t be sorry – Ethan said quietly, his voice quivering, struggling to stay steady.
Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled away from Raphael’s face, the loss of contact leaving the air colder between them.
– I’ll respect your boundaries. I really will.

He turned away, his shoulders hunched with the effort to hold himself together, wiping away his tears with rough, desperate motions.

– You’ll never know how much this fucking hurts, you know.

Raphael sighed heavily, an exhausted, pained sound that filled the tense silence like a ghost of what they could have been.
– Ehhhh.

Ethan’s shoulders shook slightly, betraying the sobs he struggled to contain. He drew in a ragged breath, forcing himself to turn back toward Raphael, his face blotchy and his eyes red, a portrait of raw, open sorrow.

– I’ll go – he said softly, the words laced with a finality that struck deeper than any scream. – I’ll leave you alone.

Raphael’s voice was heavy with guilt, a soft plea slipping through his defences.
– Ok. Please don’t be mad.

Ethan let out a bitter laugh, harsh and broken, shaking his head with a weariness that made him seem older than he was.

– How can I not be mad? – he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
– I just slept with the person I love the most, and now they’re pushing me away.

He wiped at his tears roughly, angry at himself, angry at the situation, angry at the helplessness he couldn’t fight. His expression hardened, the heartbreak carving deep lines into his face.

– I’m not mad, okay?

Raphael’s heart twisted painfully at the hollow defence Ethan tried to erect between them.
– It’s not fair.

– No fucking kidding – Ethan snapped, the words ripping from him before he could stop them, his voice cracking under the unbearable weight of it all.
– Nothing about this is fair.

He bent down stiffly, his hands trembled violently as he fumbled with his clothes, pulling them on with frantic, jerky movements. His fingers kept slipping on the fabric, his coordination wrecked by the raw storm of emotions crashing through him. Every few seconds, he swiped at his tear-streaked face with the sleeve of his shirt, but the tears kept coming faster than he could wipe them away. It was clear he was focused on just one thing now — getting dressed and leaving as quickly as possible, even if the act itself was tearing him apart. He was constantly refusing to meet Raphael’s eyes, as if looking at him would destroy what little strength he had left.

– You know what? Fuck you.

The words came out harsh, cutting through the thick tension like a blade, but his voice remained broken, trembling, revealing that the fury was just a mask for the unbearable hurt underneath.

Raphael’s voice softened, desperate to grasp at the last fraying thread between them.
– Ethan, come here.

Ethan froze, torn between wanting to run and needing Raphael’s comfort. His entire body was stiff with conflict, the air between them crackling with unspoken hurt. Slowly, with the stiffness of someone moving through a storm, he turned to face Raphael, his expression a turbulent mix of pain and anger.

– What? – he asked sharply, though the sharpness wavered, his voice trembling slightly beneath the surface. – Why should I come here? So you can reject me again?

Raphael’s voice dropped into something deeper, a resonance that vibrated through the very marrow of Ethan’s bones.
– COME HERE.

The words were not a request but a command, soaked in a power that bypassed thought entirely.
As soon as Raphael used his compelling voice, Ethan found himself moving, unable to resist, drawn like a helpless moth to a consuming flame. His body moved against his will, heavy and reluctant, step after step until he stood right in front of Raphael, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin.

– You can’t use your voice on me – he growled, the sound raw with humiliation, but despite the anger in his words, he made no move to leave, rooted to the spot.

Raphael’s voice remained calm, steady, absolute.
– NOW CLOSE YOUR EYES.

Ethan’s eyes fluttered closed immediately, his body obeying before his mind could catch up. He stood there trembling slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly, each breath shallow and ragged as he fought to control the tempest raging inside him.
His heart pounded against his ribs, the echo of longing, anger, and helpless surrender mixing into something that left him dizzy.

– What are you doing? – he asked softly, the vulnerability threading through his voice like a broken chord.

Raphael’s answer came in a low murmur.
– Shhhh.

At the sound, Ethan fell silent, his body relaxing instinctively even as his mind raced in frantic circles.
He could feel Raphael’s presence so close, the familiar heat, the faint brush of air as he moved. Every nerve in his body was taut with anticipation, with desperate questions he was no longer allowed to voice.
He strained to resist the pull of the command, but it was hopeless. Raphael’s voice wrapped around his will like chains he couldn’t break.

Putting his hands gently on Ethan’s head, Raphael closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating.
Through the touch, he sent a silent, deliberate wave of power, threading through Ethan’s mind with precise care.
He erased the memories of the last hour — the heartbreak, the argument, the desperate declarations — lifting the pain from Ethan’s mind as if wiping clean a slate.
Then, after a moment, Raphael moved slightly away, stepping back to release Ethan from the charm, allowing his mind to settle naturally.

Raphael’s voice returned, light, casual, almost cheerful.
– Thanks for walking me back from the party, Ethan.

Instantly, the emotions of pain and frustration disappeared from Ethan’s face like a dissipating mist.
He blinked a few times, his gaze clearing, a slight confused expression flickering across his features, as if he sensed that something was missing — something important — but couldn’t quite reach it.

– Yeah, of course – he said in a completely normal tone, his voice relaxed, unburdened, as if the past hour had never happened.

Raphael offered him a faint smile, hiding the heaviness pressing against his own chest.
– See you. Have a good night.

– You too – Ethan replied easily.
He stood there for a few moments, swaying slightly on his feet, a faint sense of disorientation gnawing at the edge of his awareness. But he shook it off quickly, blaming it on the lingering exhaustion from the party.
With a casual shrug, he turned and headed toward his room, utterly unaware that a significant part of his night had been quietly stripped from his memory.

Raphael’s thoughts drifted in the silence as Ethan walked away, a quiet echo of regret he refused to voice aloud. That will be better for both of us.

As the night deepened and the world outside fell into stillness, Ethan settled into his bed, the soft sheets welcoming him. His mind, free from the turmoil he had so recently endured, surrendered easily to sleep.
He felt at peace, untouched by heartache or regret.
By the time the first light of morning touched his window, he woke feeling refreshed and whole, with no lingering shadows of arguments, tears, or lost memories.

Later, after Ethan left, Raphael was overwhelmed by a gnawing sense of misery, even though a part of him knew he had no real reason to feel that way.
In truth, Ethan bore most of the responsibility for what had happened.
It wasn’t that Raphael hadn’t desired their closeness — Ethan was breathtaking, and Raphael had been undeniably drawn to him.
But ultimately, it was Ethan who had manipulated the moment, steering them into each other’s arms and into bed.

Even though Raphael felt, in some ways, used, he didn’t believe that excused what he had done afterward — manipulating Ethan’s memories to erase the pain.
And deep down, he knew that even this wouldn’t truly solve anything.
He couldn’t change the feelings Ethan held for him, no matter how much he might wish he could.

Not that he would have tried.
It wasn’t about vanity or the temptation to bask in someone else’s love — that would have been cruel, especially when he had no intention of offering his own heart in return.
It was something deeper: a belief that no one, not even someone with Raphael’s power, had the right to interfere with another person’s emotions.

All this thoughts was buzzing in his restless mind.

– I think I need a distraction – he said to himself.