Moloch rode the elevator until it opened on Michael's floor. He didn't knock at the door and just strolled through it.
Michael was sitting with his back to the door, he heard him sigh. "What do you want?"
Moloch stopped in front of his desk, looking at the back of his head. "Are you tired of me?"
Michael swung himself around and looked up at him. "If I said yes, would you leave?"
He brought his hand to his heart and gaped his mouth in surprise. "You are offending me, Michael. I was just good for you."
Michael didn't respond, he wasn't in the mood to play this game with him. "Why are you here?"
Moloch smirked, "I came to find out how many mortal women offered their bodies to you?"
Why would he come for such a ridiculous quest? Was he here to poke fun at him? He did find it funny that women would throw themselves at him and he would just be like a cold statue. The mortal women didn't wake his blood like the way men did.
"All of them, but one."
"Oh?"
"Yes, all the women went in heat at the sight of me but Christine just sat there and wasn't even fazed at my sight."
"That is interesting, so she wasn't even wet at the way you look?"
What kind of question was that? Wasn't the word unfazed enough to convince him that she wasn't wet between the legs? "She simply doesn't find me attractive."
Moloch leaned over the desk and cupped his face. "Yet you are the most attractive man on earth."
Michael felt his manhood erecting in his pants, he still had that effect on him and he fucking hated it. He was the first angel that he slept with, no the first angel that taught him to love a man was not wrong.
"Get your hand off me."
Moloch blinked, he still tried to defy him? He never learns, does he? "Michael, you can not deny me so why are you trying?"
He didn't avert his gaze from him, "I will do it till my last breath, Moloch." He stood up for his desk and Moloch's hand hung in the air.
"I might not be able to defy you in another way, but you will never have me sexually again."
Moloch felt his anger rise, Michael was playing a dangerous game and he will loose. "Really? I will let you know Michael. I have other ways to get you in my bed like Raphael is a unique angel ain't she?"
Michael's face went expressionless. "You didn't?"
He grinned at Michael now, "I assure you that I have and let me tell you; it was better than the actual thing."
Michael flew across his desk and grabbed him in front of his shirt. "You are one sick fuck, Moloch!"
Their faces were inches apart and Moloch leaned in closer. "I might be sick, Michael but you are so hard, I can practically smell you."
Michael looked deeper in his eyes, his breath was tickling at his lips and his lips claimed Moloch's.
Moloch deepened the kiss and parted his lips with his tongue, he loved to rile Michael because of the anger that he emitted made the lovemaking more enticing.
He spread his wings and the table flew to the right side and Michael grabbed him closer, he felt his erection that greeted his torso. He placed his arms around Michael's back to press him closer to him.
His pants were getting smaller as his manhood quivered for release, their kisses were endless and Michael's hand loosened at his shirt and started to unbutton it.
He removed his shirt and his hands explored his naked torso, his nipples were hard. Michael released his wings, he moved his hands to unbutton Moloch's pants but he stopped him. "So impatient."
Michael broke the kiss and lifted an eyebrow, Moloch reached with his hands and ripped off his shirt and admired him. "You are beautiful."
Michael felt his pants getting smaller by the second that look that Moloch had in his eye was making him weak. He had to have him now, here on the floor or the couch just anywhere would be good.
Moloch reached out with his fingers and traced over his torso and encircled his nipples, he pinched at it and Michael let out a groan.
He bit his lip, he couldn't hold it he had to fuck him. Moloch used his free hand to unbutton his pants slowly and he watched Michael's eyes following his every movement. His manhood jumped at the release, he blinked and Michael was on top of him.
He pushed him to the ground and claimed his lips hungrily without stopping he removed Moloch's pants with his own and slowly stroked up between his legs.
Moloch quivered under Michael's touch, his manhood was fully erected and he raked his fingers through Michael's hair. He whispered between the kisses. "Fuck me like there is no tomorrow."
Michael paused and stared down at Moloch and he was more than happy to oblige to that command.
A few hours later...
Moloch stood up from the ground, the floor rug fell from him and he looked down at the now sleeping Michael. That was the best sex he had in a decade, he searched for his clothes that were scattered around the office.
He tiptoed so that he didn't disturb Michael, he grabbed his clothes as he moved towards the door. 'Now to punish Raphael, she was supposed to be back but she isn't here yet.'
He opened the elevator door and pressed the up button to go to his room, his plan was coming together very slowly but at least it was moving forward.
He had a spy that was working under Lucian, he still had Michael under his thumb but he still didn't have the power even if he controlled the legions of hell.
His brother's name was so powerful in the underworld and between the fallen that they would move their loyalties around. The elevator doors opened at his room and he walked in. "So how to punish a naughty angel?"
He threw his clothes on the floor and walked to his bathroom, he might as well scrub the sex from him. He opened the shower and waited for the water to warm and closed his eyes to feel the loyal bond between him and Raphael.
He searched deep, there were so many of them and he avoided the one that was Azel's essence, 'Found it!' He climbed into the hot shower and tugged on the bond, he felt her scream in agony.
That would teach her to not be late, he felt another presence close to her and he inhaled down the bond. The smell was familiar to him, he opened his eyes as the bond connection was snuffed out.
He had a grin on his face, "Samael... Are you coming in to play?"
She would have found out by now that he had lied to her to make her take the oath of loyal blood. But that didn't matter to him, she can not be free of this bond.
He felt the way Samael had inhaled her screams that was the only way to stop the torture but that was fine she still had to come back to the building. He felt how she wanted to tell him who her contractor was but she couldn't part her lips.
He wondered what Samael was going to do about his beloved sword that was in his hands. If he found out he, Moloch was the one who bound her.
He let out a laugh, this was just perfect no one knew about the plans that he hid down beneath and how he orchestrated all the angels in the kingdom of heaven.
The water was running down his spine and over his wings, it was so refreshing so now to move on his next part of the plan. How to make the mortal Christine's life a living hell, he closed his eyes again and welcomed the water on his wings.
Michael groaned and turned onto his back. He sat upright and felt the floor rug slip from his torso. "Good God, what have I done?"
He looked around, of course, Moloch wasn't here. He got up and noticed that Moloch had just left as if he meant nothing. "Well, that was what you get for fucking him again. No love, just the sex."
He raked his hand through his hair and looked around for his clothes. There had to be a way that he could free himself from this bastard.
He pulled his pants on, "You promised yourself that you wouldn't fuck him and here you are."
His eyes took in his surrounds, everything was turned upside down even the papers at his desk was a mess.
He didn't bother to put on a shirt and picked up the papers, he noticed that there was one missing and that was the one who had the information of Christine's true identity on it.
Michael slammed his fist on the table that it trembled. "So that was why you were here! And I just fell for it over and over again!"
His blood was boiling at the fact that Moloch only used him again but the worst feeling he had was that Raphael was brought into the mix.
She was a valuable alley and that was why Moloch made the bond with her, she was the perfect spy.
He looked up from his desk, this time he had a plan to finally break free form Moloch's grasp and follow his own plans.
There came a knock at his door, "Yes?"
The door opened and Raphael entered. "Is he here?"
Michael shook his head. "He is not here, Raphael. You can relax."
She entered his office and gasped. "Did you fight?"
Michael chuckled, "No. I did not fight. This is what it looks like when men-"
"I don't want the details, Michael. I have come here to ask you a question."
Michael turned from his table. "Oh? What do you want to ask?"
She inhaled a breath and asked in a small voice. "What do you know about Samael?"