adevilinheaven

Prologue:

Miguel woke up in the dust.
He coughed up blood and tried to move.
He passed out.

He heard a voice, a voice in the dark, confusing him, scaring him.
He was lifted up into the arms of an angel?

5 days followed of fever and standing on the verge of death.

He felt someone watching over him, he felt safe.
Miguel slept for a week until one day... he felt the wind on his face.

A Devil In Heaven

Chapter 1:

When he opened his eyes he looked up at the branches of a tree.
Leaves fell down around him once in a while, a few of them on the
blanket warming him.
He blinked a few times and tried to find out what he was sitting
against.

It felt odd, sort of a soft chair on the ground.
When he looked to his side he saw legs on each side of him.
He was sitting against a person.
When he tried to turn his head the wounds hurt and he flinched in pain.

"You shouldn't move around too much." A voice behind him said.
Miguel swallowed and tried to speak.
"Who...." He cleared his dry throat. "Who are you?"
He felt the man he was sitting up against chuckle.
"Do you really care?"
Miguel laughed but flinched again in pain.
"No... not really."

"Alright, then I think you should go back to sleep. In a few hours I
will go get you something to eat."

Miguel nodded.
"You wanna get some sleep or are you really thinking about me?"
The man behind laughed. "I wanna get some sleep."

A few hours later Miguel felt the man stir beneath him.
He gently moved back from his seating position while still supporting
Miguel's back.
"Why don't I just lie down?" He asked.
"Because if you lie down with wounds like that they are going to
spring open and cause further damage on your abdomen."

Miguel raised a brow.
"What are you, a nurse?" He laughed.
The man put something against Miguels back and stepped into his view.
"No... I usually kill people instead of rescuing them."

He was gorgeous.
He was the same height as Miguel but his body was a bit more massive.
He had short blond hair and eyes blue.
He wore denims and a white t-shirt.

Miguel inhaled deeply. "We're still Amigos right? Cause you look like
you could snap me in two with no problemo."

The man laughed and leaned against the trunk of the tree.
"If i wanted you dead I would've killed you long ago."
Then he went inside of the house near by.

"I wonder why he did save me." Miguel thought before looking back up
at the tree.

Chapter 2:

Miguels stomach was growling when the man returned, putting a plate
of delicious food in front of him.
"Your woman is a good cook." Miguel said with his mouth full.
The man laughed before answering. "I cook myself. I aint married."
A smile appeared on Miguels lips. "You're an assassin that can cook?"

The both laughed and the man nodded. "I guess so."

"So, what can I call you?" Miguel asked.
"My name is Sean... And I know yours is Miguel Bain."
Miguels head snapped up and looked at Sean.
"How did you know that?"
"You're the best hit-man there is... I have been following you around
for a bit, learning from you."
Miguel smiled with pride. "Really?"
"Yeah definitely, Rath is nothing compared to you."

Miguel froze.

Rath... Robert Rath.
He felt anger boiling up inside of him.
"Rath." He hissed.

"That's why I helped you. I want you to help me take out Rath and his
little Bitch Electra." Sean said, taking a bite from a slice of bread.

Miguel raised a brow and smiled.
"Listen, they killed me the last time. They were two against one.
What the hell make you think i can take them down this time?" Miguel
sneered and leaned back against the chair behind him.

"Because this time... you have me." Sean said and winked at him.
"He did wink... didn't he?" Miguel thought and looked at the tree to
his left.

After they ate Miguel had to go.
"Go where?" Sean asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"No listen to me Big guy... I gotta go, you now, take a piss?"
Sean laughed hard and then stood up.
"Ok let's go."

He leaned down and picked Miguel up in his arms.
"Err, what are you doing?" Miguel said and tried to get down.
"Listen you want to try to stand up? We'll see how you walk next
week? See if your stomach will ever look normal again?" Sean said and
was about to set Miguel down.

"No no no no calma amigo, okok do what you wanna do."
"This is the one that saved me? It doesn't feel right." Miguel cast
the thought aside.

Sean carried him to a small bathroom inside the house and put him
down onto his feet.
Miguel could barely stand but...
"Are you going to hold my dick as well?" Miguel laughed and unzipped
his pants.

Sean stood behind him, his chest supporting Miguels back.
He had his arms around his waist, supporting him while he took care
of his business.

Slowly the warmth spread through Miguel's body.
He felt the breath of the other man on his neck and shivered.
When he was done he quickly zipped his pants back up, to hide his
erection.
Inside he was swearing at himself.

Behind him Sean smiled before picking him back up in his arms.
He carried Miguel to the sink where he washed his hands.

it had turned into night so they decided to stay inside, perhaps
watch a movie or talk about the whole Robert Rath thing.

Sean lit a fire and made a cup of coffee.
The whole time Miguel was looking into the fire.
He had two things on his mind...
Rath and... and Sean.

He turned his head and looked at the man leaning against the wall
while grinding the coffee-beans.

Why the hell did he feel like this?
Miguel shook his head while he look down the neck, further down to
his back and ended at his ass.
"I would love to fuck that ass." He thought to himself and then
quickly snapped out of it.

"What the fuck? Miguel I swear, you are loosing you're fucking mind.
Just because you're a bit horny you chase an hombre? Come on..."

He turned his head again.
Slowly he licked his lower lip as Sean approached him with the coffee.
"How I'd love to lick that..."
"Here's you're coffee." Sean interrupted his thoughts.
"I could tell you were really needing it the way you were staring."

Miguel laughed. "You have no idea, no idea at all."

Miguel woke up with a start.
He must've fallen asleep without noticing it.
When he looked to his left Sean was next to him, on his back, sleeping.

Miguel swallowed hard when he saw his naked chest.
He had this incredible urge to lean in over him and lick on his nipple.
"I wont... I can't." He mumbled to himself and tried to turn himself
away from him.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his thigh, pulling him closer.
Sean helped Miguel to lie down on his side and pulled him close to him.
He spooned his body close against Miguel's and wrapped an arm around
him.

"Oh God." Miguel moaned out loud as he felt Sean's crotch pressed
hard against his ass.

Sean's hand crept around his stomach and under Miguels shirt.
He caressed him slowly, avoiding the spots where he'd been shot.

Miguel wanted to turn around and kiss him hard and demanding but his
wounds kept him from moving at all.

When Sean's hand slid down to his pants and started to undo them,
Miguel stopped him.

"I want... God I don't know what I want besides I want you, but I
want to be able to touch you back." He said, his voice shaky with
desire.

He felt Sean move and watched him as he placed himself in front of
Miguel instead of behind him.
Slowly he pulled off Miguel's shirt and placed himself close to him.
This time Sean's back was against Miguels chest.

Their breath was ragged when they finally nestled as close to each
other as possible.
"I know." Sean whispered before resting his head on Miguels arm.
Slowly Miguel leaned in and suckled on Sean's earlobe.

He felt Sean move against him and covered his neck in kisses.
Sean purred and reached back, burying his hand in Miguel's hair. "I
like that." He whispered, exposing his throat to him.

Miguel moaned as he licked slowly all the way from his collarbone to
his chin.
The rugged feeling of Sean's chin against his own turned him on
immensely.

Sean turned his head enough to meet his mouth in a much delayed kiss.
Their tongues danced to their own rhythm and Miguel's hand travelled
down to Sean's crotch who instantly spread his legs for him.

Miguel opened his pants with easy and shoved his hand down Sean's
boxershorts.
There was no hesitation when he wrapped his hand around Sean's
erection and when Sean's hips bucked against his hand he began
stroking him.
"Oh God." Sean's voice were raspy with desire.

Miguel watched what he was doing... He enjoyed the sight, he enjoyed
the power of what he was doing.
Sean was all in his mercy, completely submissive to him,
His throat still completely exposed to Miguel.
Sean was trusting him without any doubt of any kind.

Their eyes locked as Sean came in his hand. His body shuddering from
the touch Miguel gave him.
Miguel leaned in and claimed Sean's mouth in a passionate kiss.

Sean went to get a cloth to wipe off his fluids from Miguel's hand.
When he returned Miguel was already asleep and he gently cleaned his
hand before taking his place next to him.

Chapter 3:

Miguel woke up next morning.
Feeling better than he had for a long time.
He shifted and smiled as he saw Sean next to him, still asleep.

His chest was still naked from last night and Miguel ran his hand
over his skin.
He couldn't help but shaking his head for the desire burning within.
A smile appeared on Sean's face as he opened his eyes and twirled a
finger in Miguel's fair.
"Why are you shaking your head?" He mumbled, still sleepy.

Miguel leaned in and placed a kiss on Sean's lips.
"Because I don't know how the hell I should handle this... this thing
that I'm feeling." He answered and hid his face in the crook of
Sean's neck.

Sean sat up and leaned against the wall.
"I understand..." I said and pulled Miguel close to him.
His bare back against Sean's naked chest and Miguel felt as the bulge
in Sean's pants grew.

Miguel moaned as he felt Sean's hand roam over his body.
"I honestly don't think you have the slightest idea what I want to do
to you and what I want you to do to me." Miguel whispered as Sean's
hand disappeared into his pants.
"Tell me." Sean whispered and sucked on Miguels earlobe.

Miguel pulled away from Sean and turned around to face him.
His face flinched in pain but it passed.

He sat close to Sean, wrapping his legs around his waist and pulling
Sean's around his own waist.
The air was thick with passion as Sean slowly opened Miguels pants.

"I want to fuck you." Miguel moaned and leaned back on his arms. "I
want to cum on your stomach." Sean wrapped his hand around Miguel's
cock. "I want you to fuck me senseless." Sean stroked him slowly and
watched as Miguel threw his head back, moaning. "I want... " Sean
quickened his pace. "Dios mio... I want you...." Running his thump
over the exposed head. "Shit.... I want you to..... Si Carino
si......" Miguel's hips bucked against Sean's hand as he came. "I
want you to love me." He continued to fuck Sean's hand until his
wounds forced him to stop.

When Miguel finally had the strength to raise his hand and look at
Sean he chuckled and cocked his head to one side.
"You alright?" He sighed.

Sean's mouth was open and it seemed that he had cum in his pants
while caressing Miguel.
Miguel laughed hard and pushed himself as close to Sean as possible.
"That, my friend, was the spanish charm in me. It comes out once in a
while."

"Holy Shit!" Sean said and gulped.

They sat like that for hours.
Talking, kissing and caressing.
Sean stood up and took Miguels hand.
"Come on."

For the first time in a long time Miguel was able to stand.
They walked together to the bathroom where Sean prepared a bath for
them.
He stripped Miguel completely and then took off his own clothes.

Miguel ran his hand over Sean's back as he leaned over to feel the
temperature of the water.
Sean turned around and gently took of the bandages covering Miguels
wounds.
They were healing nicely.

First Sean got it and helped Miguel over the edge.
Then he sat down and then helped Miguel sit against him, his back
against his chest.
Bubbles filled the air as Sean soaked a sponge in the water and
gently washed Miguel all over.

He sighed and leaned back against Sean.
"This feels good." He exposed his throat as he leaned his head back
on Sean's shoulder.
"I want you to love me too." Sean rumbled into Miguels ear that
instantly looked at Sean.
"I take it you heard me." He chuckled and then closed his eyes again.
"Heard you? It's what made me cum in my pants." Sean laughed and
poured hot water down Miguel's chest.

Miguel sighed and caressed Sean's arm.
"It could get dangerous... I really don't want you to.... to get
hurt." He mumbled.
Sean chuckled and kissed Miguels neck.

Suddenly it hit Miguel. "Sean... Sean who?"
Sean laughed, covered Miguels eyes and poured water down over his hair.
"You know who."
With flapping arms and legs Miguel fought to get up from the water
but Sean kept him there.
He pushed Miguel's head under the water and kept it there.