Feeding (Gabriel and Belial)

"Mmm...I always did like the bad boy." he purred, plucking the newly lit cigarette from Belial's mouth to press a playful kiss to the man's lips, nipping his lower lip teasingly.

He should feel more scared than this. The man had just announced that he could happily rip his head off if he wanted.

But there was something within him that was... not brave. More... suicidal? Yes, that was more likely. Plus the effect of the demon's blood had made him a little

He popped the cigarette between the man's lips again, kissing along his jaw slowly.

“Glad to hear it.”
Belial’s smirk widened as he watched the Vampire’s drunken antics.

“You fledglings just can’t handle your demon blood, can you?”

He mocked softly as he kissed the man back; purring softly as his cigarette was returned to his lips and his jaw was kissed.

Silently he wondered what Gabriel would think of all this when he came down from his high; though with the amount he had drunk it would take a fair few hours until it wore off.

Gabriel moved to straddle Belial, pressing up against him as his lips continued to trail along the man's jaw. He nipped sharply at his neck before stopping to pout up at him sulkily.

"Why am I the one doing all the work? Aren't you supposed to be the one leading me into bad ways?"

It had been too long since he had been properly dominated, and now he wanted more. It had been so good, the pain, the blood...

And knowing that he wasn't supposed to like it just made it all the sweeter.

His hand stroked up the man's neck, gripping his chin as he pulled the man in for another kiss, pressing his lips firmly against the Vampire's pout.

"You're quite a demanding little strumpet, aren't you?"

Belial trailed his lips down the man's neck, biting him firmly on his collar bone as his nails raked down Gabriel's back, leaving deep scratches in the man's pale skin.

"Don't drink any more of my blood."

He warned, if he drank more he would pass out and Belial would not think twice about punishing him.

Gabriel kissed him back eagerly, with a playful nip to the man's lower lip.

"Strumpet?" he teased with a laugh. "Ok, grandad."

He let out a sharp gasp as teeth sank into his collarbone and nails raked down his sore back, back arching as he pressed into the man with a low moan.

"Yes." he promised obediently, though his eyes flickered down to the man's neck longingly.

He gave a low chuckle and gripped onto Gabriel's hip, grinding up against the man as he sat in his lap.

Belial could not help but wonder if the Vampire could really last another round without biting him, he had a taste an now probably yearned for it like the others.

He tilted Gabriel's head up again, capturing the man in his gaze, he wanted the Vampire's undivided attention.

Belial nipped his lip, cutting into it and lapping at the small bead of blood as he let the taste of the Vampire spread across his tongue.

His hips rolled down against him eagerly, pressing up against the man's abdomen, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

His eyes met Belial's again as his head was guided upwards, gaze heated and hungry, tongue darting over his lips in expectation. A small moan was muffled into the demon's mouth as his lower lip was pierced, hips rolling a little faster against him as he leaned up to kiss him eagerly.

His hands wove into the long, dark locks, pulling him in closer with a soft purr into the man's mouth.

Belial's tongue invaded the Vampire's mouth, claiming his mouth with a fiery passion as he pressed up against the man.

Gabriel was so keen to lay with him again and that simple fact pleased a primal part of his ego.

"Let on your hands and knees."
He demanded, though his voice stayed soft but left no room for defiance, if the Vampire want to be taken again he would do as he would told.

At least of he took the man from behind the temptation of biting him again would be lessened and he could get another round out of him without the Vampire drinking himself into a stupor and passing out.

He kissed him back roughly, hands winding tightly into the long black locks, tugging it a little as he pressed up against him.

The order sent a little shiver straight through him. "As you wish."

He bent to kiss and lap along the man's jaw and down his neck, sucking a patch into his mouth. But he needed more before he lost the chance to bite Belial again. His self-restraint was wearing and he just needed to...

His fangs sunk into the demon's neck roughly, the skin tearing a little under his jaws as blood flooded his mouth.

The vampire let out a low moan, tongue lapping over the wound.

An inhuman growl rumbled through the Demon's chest as he felt the Vampire's fangs plunge into his neck, Belial grabbed a chunk of Gabriel's hair and tore him back roughly.

The Vampire's fangs were ripped out of his neck and tore a large hole in the Demon's skin.

He kept a tight grip on the man's hair and forced him back against the ground as he lay on top of him, his large muscular body looming over Gabriel menacingly.

"What did I just tell you not to do?"
He murmured, his voice low and threatening.

He yelped as he was dragged away from the demon's neck, clawing at the hands clenched in his hair.

His eyes screwed closed uncomfortably as he allowed the man to push him down to the floor, whimpering and squirming against the pulling of his hair.

"...Bite..." he mumbled.

Belial was pissed off now and the worst thing would be to aggravate him more by not answering.

A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips.
"So you did hear me, and yet, you bit me anyway."

Belial was less than impressed, he had killed thousands for less than this but he still wanted to enjoy Gabriel's body for a while longer.

Blood rolled down his chest as he stared at the Vampire, the wound already closing up within moments.

His eyes narrowed slightly but his smirk widened, he had decided what he wanted to do.

Releasing the man's hair he flipped him over, forcing him to lay on his stomach against the lawn.

The Demon's hand came down against the Vampire's backside with tremendous force a loud crack breaking the silence as he embedded his hand print on the man's backside.

He remained silent, allowing himself to be pulled about, face nestling into the dewy grass.

The silence worried him. He could feel Belial's eyes on him, and it was driving him insane with the waiting.

A cry ripped from his mouth as the hand came down on his backside, body jolting, arching upwards in surprise.

He barely felt the pain at first. But as the shock subsided, the full force of the blow hit him, and he twisted on the grass in pain, eyes stinging with tears. That...hurt. That hurt a lot.

The pain had a twisting in his stomach, feeling ill from fear, from the pain, but also a faint twisting of arousal, legs quivering a little below the aching weight of his body.

Belial's hand came down again with the same unrelenting force, smacking doing against the original hand print, small specks of blood raising the the surface of Gabriel's skin as the red hand mark blazed against his skin.

Hearing the Vampire cry out and feeling his pain and fear through the quivering of his body quelled his anger, no matter what the situation seeing people submissive below him always pleased him.

He leaned his head down and trailed his pointed tongue around the outline of the hand print, a purr rumbling in his chest.

"You will not disobey me again."
He muttered, his voice low and stern.

The noise became almost a scream as the hand came down on his skin again, hitting the raw patch roughly.

His knees buckled from the force, collapsing onto the grass with a dry sob, the coolness of the dew on the long grass soothing the burning skin a little.

He let out a low whimper as a tongue trailed over the blistered flesh, a shiver running down his spine at the sensation.

His hand slipped underneath Gabriel's body, stroking down his body, gracing over the man's pelvis before rubbing his member softly.

He still intended on having his way with the man, hence why he refrained from beating the man black and blue until he could no longer move, regardless of how much he currently wanted to, the sounds of the man's screams were intoxicating.

Belial's tongue soothed over the hand mark before he bit down on the raw flesh roughly.

A shiver rippled through his body as the hand stroked over his skin, eyes sliding closed in expectation of the touch.

He let out a low moan when it finally came, hips jerking into the hand as heat washed over his body, trembling a little into the touches. The pain made the pleasure more powerful somehow, and he couldn't help but whimper softly, his body melting against the hand stroking him.

Another sharp yelp escaped him as teeth clenched down on the burning skin, twisting at the combination of pleasure and pain as he jerked in the man's hand.

He licked the stinging skin again as he trailed his tongue lower, laving it over the man's entrance, circling him slowly as a soft purr rumbled in his chest.

Belial pulled Gabriel back onto his hands and knees, pumping him firmly as his other hand gripped onto the side of his hip, supporting him so he did not fall back onto the ground.

He ground his hips against the man's backside, pressing up against the abused flesh.
With a low groan the demon pushed himself back into the man, taking him for a second time.

Another quiet whimper was muffled into the grass, hips jerking back against the man's mouth.

His limbs were wobbly as the demon propped him back up again, weakened from the effect of the blood in his system, the pain and the arousal. He let out a low moan, jerking into the hand as he was pumped, faintly hissing at the friction on his burns, but pressing back against Belial eagerly.

His body shuddered as he was re-entered, moaning softly.