The brilliant white light of the angel before Michael made him grimace and narrow his eyes further.  His large hands clenched into dark fists, the orange-red aura surrounding them flaring brighter with his anger.  Heat was radiating off of him, and the fire in his eyes glowed white-hot.  "How dare you proselytize me, pigeon of God!  Subsisting on his mercies!"  His voice raged, booming in the confined area of the bedroom, and her total lack of reaction drove him mad.<br/><br/>Michael took hold of her again by her upper arms, shaking her faintly as he continued to rant.  "You are<em>mine!</em>"  She truly was his, he knew... Somehow.  But why would an angel belong to a djinn, he wondered.  Contradictions warred in his thoughts, and he cried out, almost howling.  "You are mine!  And I will not be denied!!"  The wisps of thick black smoke that rose about him began to lengthen, twisting and joining in a slow, seductive dance that was completely at odds with the heaving rage of its master.  His shadowy, muscular chest swelled as he watched her carefully, studying her, as if seeing her for the first time, and the tendrils of heavy darkness began to slide slowly along her calves and up her thighs.<br/><br/>"Now you shall feel the torment, time without end.  Never again will you deny me," he said softly, his eyes hungry with desire soon to be sated.  The smoke crept ever higher, caressing her hips and abdomen, wrapping her up slowly.  Michael's hands pressed tighter into her arms, and the warmth of them flared searingly hot against her skin.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gabriel flinched instinctively when Rebekah swiped at him, shocked at the sudden appearance of the sharpened claws.  He felt the slashing only faintly, though, and realization was quick.  She couldn't hurt him.  Nothing she could do would hurt him or get her away from him.  He let out a throaty laugh, pushing her down hard against the wooden floor again and throwing his head back.  His hair seemed to sway in the air almost as if her were underwater, moving softly even as he grinned down at her.  "Hello, Rebekah.  It's lovely to see you."<br/><br/>Even as he spoke the cloyingly false words, Gabriel noticed his fingers slipping through her, losing their grip.  His anger was leaving him, the lack of any obstacle was leaving him with nothing to rage against.  His face contorted in frustrated agony, and his touch left her, slipping through only to rest against the wood floor along with her.  He was... inside her, somewhat.  Phased.  It was a very odd feeling, almost more invasive than what he had been about to do.  "What in the... "