[M] A Night Out To Remember

Idly, the Lycan wondered if Belial would make him swallow or let him spit. Or even not come in his mouth at all.

What would happen?

He didn't know what would happen. He and Belial hadn't done this before. He didn't know if the Demon would be kind enough to give him the option or if he would just do what he wanted.

Would he decide that he didn't want to come in his mouth and just throw him down on the bed? Probably not.

Zakhar would see in a minute, he guessed.

The Demon gave a deep moan as gave the Lycan hair a tug, pulling him away from his member.

Zakhar had him all worked out, that much was evident from how his body reacted to the man's touch as how his eyes gaze down at him hungrily, he wanted more of the Lycan.

It was the first time they had lay together with him in this form and he didn't want to come in the man's mouth, he wanted to come in time with Zakhar, their bodies pressed together in blissful agony as they climaxed hard.

Belial pulled the man up and kissed him urgently, his mouth depanding everything the Lycan had to offer him as he held the man tightly against his body, his hand grasping onto his back as he walked him backwards until they hit the bed.

The two of them toppled over, landing back on the bed as the Demon continued to assault the man's lips, nipping, sucking and kissing him roughly.

Zakhar gave a low hiss when he was pulled up by his hair but the hiss faded and a moan sounded when the Demon kissed him urgently.

His arms slid around his Master's chest as he pressed against him, offering everything he had into the heated, primal kiss.

This wasn't just a kiss. They were devouring each other. Everything; they were fuelling their own lust with their lovers. The more demanding Belial got, the more Zakhar would give.

Zakhar didn't make a peep when he topped down onto the bed with Belial on top of him. He merely wrapped his legs around his waist and began rocking his hips urgently as he grasped at his hair.

Tonight he didn't want gentle torturous teasing touches. He wanted to be fucked brutally. He wanted to wake up tomorrow and cry out in the pain that he'd feel but know that that was exactly what he wanted.

Zakhar was a pain slut through and through. That pain that he would feel tomorrow would bring him great pleasure because he knew he was feeling that pain because of the pleasure that he and Belial had experienced the night before. He wanted to go wild tonight. He wanted to be bruised and marked as Belial's.

Belial didn't hesitate, didn't pause, he didn't want to wait any longer, he wanted Zakhar and he wanted him now.

The Demon rammed himself into the Lycan, impaling him on his rock hard arousal with a loud groan as he bit onto the man's lip.
Belial did not hold back with the roughness of his touch of his thrusting, Zakhar yearned for pain and the Demon was pain personified, he would give the Lycan everything he had to offer.

After torturing the man like he had Zakhar felt amazing around him, he gave his hips a hard thrust as his nails raked the male's body, leaving deep claw marks in his sides as he pulled the man down upon him.

The way the Demon moved inside of him was urgent and primal, as if everything depending on this single act of brutal claiming.

The more animalistic side of Belial reared its head and took control. They were not two men having sex, nor was it the act of a Master asserting his dominance over a Slave, it was something far more raw, they were two beasts locked in an act of desire fueled possession.

Zakhar gave a loud moan, back arching when Belial thrust inside him.

There were no gentle teasing touched. No preparation. He was just claiming him. Taking him however he wanted.

Zakhar's lips, tongue and teeth continued to work into the heated, primal kiss as he thrust against the Demon, trying to set a hard, merciless pace for the Demon to follow.

The Russian gasped and moaned and clawed at Belial's back as they moved together.

Belial bit Zakhar's bottom lip until the flesh tore beneath is ravenous mouth, his tongue moved to lap at the blood as it beaded and attempted to run down his chin.

A shudder ran through him as the taste of the Lycan flowed over his tongue, he had always loved the taste of his Slave's blood and Zakhar's was even better, now that he knew just how high the man's pain tolerance was he had no reservations about causing him to bleed. He would be surprised if they managed to go through sessions now without both of them slipping blood.

The Demon pulled away from the kiss, looking down at the Lycan with a fierce predatory glint in his eye.

He lowered his head and bit down harshly on the man's neck, digging in his teeth until he once again tore open the Lycan's flesh, his tongue delving deep into the wound.

This man was his and tonight he would prove that in the most animalistic way possible.

His thrusts got harder and faster, pounding into Zakhar with all the force that he demanded through the movement of his hips

The Lycan moaned softly when Belial's sharp teeth tore into his skin.

The taste of blood heightened his sense. He could taste it, He could taste his blood, he could taste that unique taste that was Belial. The joint taste of both of them was addictive.

He wanted to taste more. His nails bit into the skin of Belial's back, scraping dowards harshly. Blood beaded up on the broken skin and rolled down over his back, staining his skin a dark pink.

He groaned when Belial bit into his neck, tilting his head back to offer more of his throat.

A low hiss sounded when the tongue pushed into the new wound and he began writhing, thrusting his hips a little harder. More. He wanted more. He wanted to scream in both pain and pleasure until his throat was raw and eh couldn't take any more.

No, he didn't just want it. He needed it.

He needed Belial to possess his body fully tonight.

Belial gave a loud groan and arched his back against the Lycan as his nails tore at his skin, the Demon could feel his own blood rolling down his back and dripping from his sides slowly staining the sheets below them.

A growl rumbled loudly in his chest as his tongue lapped at the Lycan's neck, not out of anger or warning but because the raw bestial part of him was beyond purring, it was a primal noise that rarely ever left the man's throat but now it sounded loudly as he claimed his Lycan.

Belial bit into Zakhar's throat again, his teeth sinking into the flesh as he marked the man, his teeth tore at the abused skin, tugging and grinding it between his teeth, the wounds would heal but while they remained there would be no second guessing as to who owned Zakhar.

The Demon pulled his head away from the Lycan's neck, looking down at him as he panted, the man's blood staining his lips.
Belial's pointed tongue licked his lips clean as another growl erupted from his chest.

Belial bit down roughly on his own lip until it spit open, the Demon's blood beading on the wound.
He leaned down and kissed the Lycan deeply, letting Zakhar taste him truly.
Tonight there were no rules there would be no punishments for wounds inflicted or names shouted, this was about them, completely free of what a Master and Slave relationship would dictate.

His arms clung around the Lycan as he thrust into him with unfathomable ferocity, each violent thrust forcing the man to slide up the bed until Belial had Zakhar sitting up slightly, pinned against the headboard, the bed rocked as they move, pounding against the wall.

A growl tore from Zakhar's chest in return to Belial's.

This was... It was primal. This wasn't a coupling of two men like how it had started. It had escalated and shifted. The two of them weren't men any more. They weren't even animals.

They were beasts. All they wanted was to feel sated and they'd go about that by any means necessary. Even if that meant tearing each other apart in the process. They were well on their way to doing that at the moment and Zakhar was loving every second of it.

He hissed when his throat was torn at again. This would hurt like a son of a bitch when he wasn't focussed on fucking Belial. He wasn't looking forwards to feeling this particular pain. He'd deal with it when it happened.

A loud moan sounded when Belial kissed him again and he tasted his Master's blood on his tongue. It tasted like nothing else he had ever tasted before. It was... he couldn't describe it. He didn't want to try and fit it to words.

Zakhar's head leaned back against the headboard when he was pushed up, panting heavily as he continued to thrust his hips against Belial's.

This was intense. This was stronger than what he and Lino had. It was stronger than his relationship with Tyrael. It was even stronger than his feelings for Aleksandr. This was on its own level. It was raw need.

The Demon's eyes were hazed with the ferocity of his yearning for the other man, the growl now a constant rumble deep within his chest.

The calculating and controlled Belial had faded away some time during the frenzy of kissing and stroking and something far different had taken his place, something much truer to the Demon's real nature.

The Demon's breath came in heavy pants as he pushed in for another kissed, the taste of his own blood and that of Zakhar's blending together in their mouths.

Belial was completely relentless, thrusting his hips forcibly, his body pressed up hard against Zakhar's as his hands clung to the Lycan's back, his nails digging into his skin, clawing at his lower back as he gripped onto him.

With each thrust the bed moved with them, grinding against the hardwood floors before slamming against the wall, chipping away the paint and plaster.

It was lucky that his room was put in the far end of the mansion, with the noises they were making plus the thumping of the bed against the wall anyone would think someone was being murdered, not having sex.

This raw need that was filling him was finally beginning to affect him.

he could feel the fire licking at his skin that told him that he was going to come. He was going to come hard and it was going to be intense. It was going to be far more intense than any other orgasm he had had that night.

When Belial pulled away from the next kiss, Zakhar cried out, clinging tighter to the Demon. "B-Belial! I'm going to-"

He couldn't stop it if he tried. Never had he had an orgasm like this before. He didn't think he had the will to stop this if Belial wanted him to.

Zakhar didn't care who heard them. They were enjoying this, fuck everyone else and what they thought.

His legs tightened around Belial's hips as he pushed forwards against the Demon, barrelling him over onto his back and leaning over him to kiss him roughly as he began moving his hips at his own fast pace, dragging one of Belial's hands from his back to curl around his arousal.

He was going to come hard and he wanted Belial to push him over the edge with blinding pleasure.

Belial gave a loud moan as he was pushed over and the Lycan moved on top of him, roughly impaling himself on the Demon's arousal.

His hips pushed up to meet Zakhar's downward thrusts, his hand grasping the Lycan's member firmly as he pumped him at the same frantic pace that Zakhar moved at.

He too was feeling this all too intensely, fire was engulfing his stomach and pelvis, he had been built up over such a long that his release promised to be blinding, the Lycan was quickly sending him over the edge.

Belial's chest rose and fell in desperate panting as his back arched, a long low moan escaping his lips as he felt the pressure building up inside of him.

His eyes flickered slightly as all the muscles in his body tensed, Zakhar was about to force him into and intense orgasm like one he had not had in quite some time.

It didn't take long for Zakhar's will to snap after Belial began to pump him.

He threw his head back and howled as his body jerked against the Demon. His howl was loud and full of emotion and the lust he felt.

Zakhar continued moving against Belial even after he had come, riding out his orgasm and forcing Belial into his own. He had had an amazing orgasm, there was no way he would let this end without Belial feeling the same.

The Russian bowed his head to bite sharply into the Demon's neck, breathing heavily.

He groaned and collapsed against the Demon's chest, utterly spent.

He didn't care about the blood and semen covering him at the moment. The Lycan felt like he wasn't going to be moving for quite a long time. He was totally and completely spent.

His tongue lapped out over the Demon's damp skin with a low purr as his fingers stroked the skin under his hands.

His body shuddered violently as the Lycan reach his climax, his body throbbing against his member.

Zakhar's movements forced Belial to find his release, the Demon tossed his head back and cried out loudly as he came with tremendous force, his back arching as his body convulsed for a moment before he slumped back against as bed as Zakhar collapsed on top of him.

The Demon moaned out the Lycan's name as his tongue lapped out over his damp skin.
Belial was blurry eyed as he lay beneath Zakhar, panting heavily as the man stroked his hair.

His own hand reached up and threaded through the Lycan's raven hair.

Belial was exhausted and lay there panting, stroking the Lycan's hair as he gazed up at him.

Zakhar's eyes turned to Belial and he gave the Demon a small smile.

That had been...indescribable. How could he put that into words? He just... he couldn't. Even if he tried.

The Lycan nuzzled closer to his Master with a low purr as he began stroking his hair gently. This after sex hugging was nice. Lino had never wanted this and he hadn't gotten it with Alek or Tyrael.

He kissed the Demon's neck gently, eyes sliding shut.

Belial was not going to move, he couldn't bring himself to budge, everything else could wait for morning.

He lay there, one arm wrapped around Zakhar while the other stroked through his hair.

The Demon's eyes slid shut also as he lay there idly stroking the wolf.

They were both a gruesome yet erotic sight, their mouths, necks and backs all smeared with each others blood and the bed had come out worse for wear also.

The wall was cracked and paint and plaster chipped off of it from the ferocity of their movements.

The Demon's purrs mirrored that of the Lycan's as he lay there completely spent, simply petting his wolf.

Zakhar didn't want to move. He was comfortable here.

He could feel the blood and semen wetting his stomach and chest. he could feel his hair clinging to the bloody scratches on his back. He could even still feel the Demon inside of him.

Zakhar hadn't put forth the effort to move enough for the Demon to slide out of him. He didn't particularly want to.

His purring never stopped or quieted as he nuzzled closer to Belial.

So much had happened tonight and it had exhausted him. Absolutely knackered him. He was going to sleep like a log tonight and with how he was aching, he doubted he'd be doing much moving tomorrow.

"Zakhar..."
He mutter softly as he stroked the front of the Lycan's hair gently.
The collar had been a good idea but he feared for the day where someone decided to go after him again, or worse, they decided to use Zakhar against him.

Belial had vowed to protect the man and there was one sure way that he could do that without fail.

He gave a low groan as he pulled the Lycan off of him, sliding out of him reluctantly, he was quite content to stay inside of the man for the entire night and sleep curled up against each other in a mess of blood, sweat and semen, but he wanted to get this down now.

He placed the Lycan on his stomach and slid one arm in front of him and the other smoothed over his backside.

"I am going to give you a gift but it is going to hurt, I want you to bite down on my arm for relief."

The Lycan would need it, he had a high pain threshold but Demon marks where not a pleasant thing, if anyone could attest to that, it was Belial.

The Lycan gave a soft whine when Belial moved away from him. He had been comfortable. He didn't want to move just yet.

A soft hiss sounded when the Demon's hand smoothed over the broken and raw skin of his backside. When in the midst of passion, he could take a lot of pain but right now he felt tired and content; pain had a bigger affect on him when he was like this.

Another gift?

"Yes, Master," he murmured softly.

Zakhar bowed his head to kiss the skin of Belial's forearm gently, tongue lapping out over the skin.

His arm gripped onto the Lycan as he lapped and kissed his forearm, he didn't want the man trying to move away from the him while he did this.

Pain like this would be foreign to Zakhar but he simply hoped that he could take it. Belial had wanted to wear the Lycan out as much as possible before doing this in the hope that his body would put up less resistance.

The Demon took in a steady breath, this was going to hurt him just as much as it would hurt Zakhar.

His palm pressed down firmly on Zakhar's right cheek, gripping it as the Demon began to chant in a low rumbling voice.
The words would be foreign to the Lycan, it was demon-speak, only a handful of people on the Earth would know what he was saying.

As the Demon chanted the large rune on his back began to glow, searing red as if it were heated metal.

The glowing slowing spread down the length of the rune, tracing its pattern, as this occurred the same rune was slowly traced onto the Lycan's skin, smouldering against him as if it were being drawn on with a hot iron.

The Demon hissed as he chanted, his body tensing as the burning set in fiercely.

His body was too spent to writhe and kick and scream like he probably would have done otherwise.

His eyes squeezed shut as the burning began on his skin. He continued to lick and kiss the Demon's skin, trying to focus his effort into that rather than thinking about the mark being seared into his ass.

It took a while for the pain to become too much but it eventually did and he couldn't help himself as his teeth sank into Belial's arm sharply. He hissed, eyes clenching shut painfully.

His hands fisted in the blankets as he began reciting one of his favourite books in his head. He had read that book so many times that he could repeat it word for word. Right now he was thankful for that. It'd take his mind off the pain somewhat.

Belial let out a pained hiss as he forced himself to keep chanting, the rune slowing drawing itself on the Lycan's backside.

He had wanted to avoid this, the long term benefits would be worth it in the end but the pain it took to do this branding was immense for both parties.

After what he had learned about the Lycan he was set on keeping the man around for quite a long time and that wouldn't be possible if he kept getting himself in trouble.
This would've been inevitable.

The rune blazed across the Lycan's skin, heat radiating off of each of their bodies.

Belial clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, it was nearly over.

Zakhar tried to keep as still as possible, his body tensing.

Just a little longer. Just a little longer. That always seemed to be his chant when he needed to hold out. Just a little longer and he'd stop beating you. Just a little longer and you can come. Just a little longer and the branding will be over.

His teeth sank into Belial's arm harder as tears began to well up in his eyes.

This was immensely painful. He didn't want to have to deal with it. He wanted to pull away and run. Get away from the pain. But he couldnt. He knew he couldnt. He had to stick this out.

He trusted Belial not to do anything too painful. This...This was immensely painful but he could force himself through it. He could take it for Belial. To hear his low voice telling him that he had done well and feel the hand stroking through his hair.

If he could deal with this then he would get that and it would make up for anything that had happened.

The Demon's body trembled slightly as he forced out the last of the chant.

The mark on Belial's back was much large than the one he had put on Zakhar's backside, closer to the nerves of his spine too.

Over the pain of the burning of his back he barely registered that the Lycan was biting into his arm.

He grunted the final word as the branding on the Lycan and fell forward, collapsing onto the bed.

Belial panted heavily and pulled the Lycan into an embrace, holding him tight against his chest, the Demon was completely spent, making bonds like that wasn't exactly an easy task.

He held Zakhar close and kissed him tenderly, looking down at him with sorry eyes, he really hadn't wanted to do that but it would ensure his safety.
"Twice in one day you've made me immensely proud of you."
He muttered softly, stroking the man's face.

Zakhar nuzzled into the Demon's arms eagerly.

He really was going to be sore tomorrow. He had been whipped, he had been fucked and scratched and bitten and branded. The night had been busy. So full of excitement.

A loud purr rumbled in his chest when Belial spoke. He leaned into the hand cupping his cheek, eyes sliding shut.

Twice he had made him proud. Not once but twice.

Those gentle words definitely made up for the pain he had been through.