The Day After

When the Demon's eyes finally opened it was nearly noon, his gaze looked over the bed before landing on the man next to him, still curled up and asleep in his arms, they were a mess.

The room smelled of blood and sex, they were both covered in plenty of both. After the events of last night they had just passed out next to one another, both too spent to be able to do anything else.

Belial's body ached deliciously from the rough sex and the effort put forward to branding Zakhar, he rolled his shoulders slightly, the dull pain on his back making itself present, the Lycan had clawed at his skin and the marks had almost faded completely.

His lips curled up into a soft smile as he looked over at the man next to him, he moved slightly, planting a gentle kiss on the man's neck.

As he thought he would, Zakhar slept like a log through the night. No tossing and turning in bed, no dreams. He just slept.

The Lycan gave a soft moan when Belial kissed his neck, rousing slightly, shifting a little closer to the source of heat on the bed. He nuzzled against Belial with a soft purr as he settled.

If left alone, Zakhar would sleep all the way through the day and not wake until late into the night.

After a night that intense, Zakhar wouldn't want to do anything.

The smile on the Demon's face widened slightly as Zakhar nestled in closer.

Dried blood clung to the Lycan's body and semen was streaked over the sheets, last night had been completely raw with desire that they had disregarded everything.

His arms wrapped around the man tighter as his tongue lapped across the slowly healing bite marks on Zakhar's neck.

Belial gently stroke the man's back, his finger tenderly caressing his soft, warm skin. The Demon's eyes trailed down his body and a purr sounded in his chest as his gaze fell upon the mark on Zakhar's backside, his mark.

A soft moaned sounded when the tongue lapped at his skin.

His back arched into the hand stroking down his back as a slightly louder purr sounded.

Zakhar was quickly rousing from sleep now. Being stroked and kissed like this was waking his body up and soon his mind would follow.

The Lycan's eyes flickered open slightly and he gave a soft yawn, eyes flickering up over Belial sleepily.

Zakhar looked so hazed when he woke from his sleep, this was the first time he had woken up beside the man, normally Zakhar would wake and wander off to do whatever he did during the day.

Belial's gaze glowed warmly as his hand reached up to stroke the man's cheek, the Demon considered himself lucky, despite the trouble that seemed to follow Zakhar around he was a rare find, not many people could withstand what the Demon had to offer.

Leaning over he planted a kiss on the Lycan's forehead.
"Good afternoon."
He purred softly, as his hand continued to stroke the man's back, they had slept half of the day away and he knew that they would not be straying very far from this bed anytime soon.

Zakhar leaned into the hand cupping his cheek, his heavily lidded eyes gazing up at him as a low purr rumbled in his chest.

"Good afternoon, Master."

And what an afternoon. He could already feel the dull ache on his backside and thighs reminding him that he had been whipped.

When he shifted slightly, an ache flared up in another place and he gave a soft, contented moan. He had truly been fucked last night. He could definitely feel that he had been fisted and fucked last night. He wouldn't be walking around today, that was for sure.

"How are you feeling?"
He asked softly, his hand trailing down the man's spine and stroking over the mark on his backside.
Zakhar was yet to see exactly what he had done to him, directly after placing the branding they had both collapsed into a deep and undisturbed sleep.

He knew that the Lycan's body would be far worse off than his, he had put the man through a fair amount last night and Zakhar had impressed him with his ability to take what ever Belial threw at him.

"You look exhausted."
He added with a purr in his voice, he was one of the few people in this world who knew exactly what it was like to truly lay with a Demon.

"Sore," was his immediate reply.

Zakhar felt deliciously sore. He felt used and abused like any good Slave did after a Session like that. It was an amazing feeling that he hoped to feel many times in the future. As long as Belial kept the collar around his neck, he wanted to feel like he was the Demon's dirty little whore to use whenever he wanted to, however he wanted to.

Feeling like he had just been trampled by a stampede of elephants was exactly what he wanted to feel right now and he was happy that he did feel like that.

Zakhar's lips curled upwards a little. Exhausted was one way to describe it.

The Demon gave a low chuckle at the Lycan's response, now that Belial knew just how much Zakhar could handle the Lycan would be feeling this sore exhaustion much more, there would be no more restrained sessions like their very first one.

He chuckled a little louder as his eyes trailed over the two of them, naked and covered in each others blood, laying out on a bed that was covered with semen and sweat.

"We made a bit of a mess."
Most Masters would be displeased to see their room in such a state, but the Demon was not like most Masters, he wanted to see the results of their frenzied desire.

A bit of a mess? The room looked like a warzone.

Blood everywhere, the damaged wall, the messed up sheets. Even their own bodies looked like they had been locked in battle rather than having sex.

"It looks like we did, Master."

A little smirk curled his lips. He had managed to draw this side of Belial out of him and completely destroy this room. He doubted many people had been able to do that to the Demon that laid before him.

He was proud of his accomplishment.

Belial stretched out his limbs with a contented groan before settling back down, the room was destroyed but he didn't really care, he'd get someone to clean this up once he and Zakhar could be bothered moving.

"Do you like the gift I gave you?"
He asked, stroking his hand back over the rune that now marked the Lycan's backside, it was one of the only marks that he had given Zakhar that would be permanent, unless one of them disowned the other.

Now the Lycan was well and truly claimed, no one with half a brain could dispute that fact.

"Hmmm?"

He hadn't looked at the mark that had been branded into his skin yet. After it had happened, he had just collapsed into a deep sleep.

The Lycan moved, bending and arching flexibly to take a look at the mark burned into his skin.

A low purr sounded. It was the same mark that was on his collar. Belial's mark.

"Yes, Master, I do."

"Now you will be well and truly safe, I'm not taking anymore chances when it comes to your ability to call me when you're in trouble."

He replied, stroking his hand over the rune, his fingers tracing the lines of it.

"We'll share a mental link now that you can use to call for me and I will be able to locate you."

No matter where Zakhar was, no matter how much trouble he was in the Demon would be able to be there in an instant as soon as the Lycan reached out to him.

"Your collar is not longer needed but I love how it looks on you."
The rune on his collar was all but useless but it still showed the world exactly who own the Lycan when he was dressed.

A purr rumbled in his chest as he looked down at the dark leather against the man's pale skin, his hand reached up to trace it, stroking Zakhar's throat softly.

Zakhar gave a little nod.

That sounded much better - more likely to work when he was truly stuck like he had been the night before.

He was thankful Belial had thought about that and found a way around it.

His eyes slid shut and a smile curled his lips as his head tilted back a little, showing off the leather clasped around his throat. He loved how it looked on him, too. And he just knew that if he didn't have a collar, he wouldn't be as submissive as he was now.

Zakhar was most submissive when he had something around his neck.

A purr sounded deep in his chest.

The purring in his chest rumbled louder as Zakhar presented his throat, such a little showman.

He could not help but admire his Slave, he was definitely very pleasing to the eye, more so when he was covered in blood, wearing his collar so proudly like that.

"You're definitely mine now."
He purred, stroking the man's neck as he leaned in, kissing him as a small smile spread across his lips.

"Perhaps I should clean you up."
He murmured as his hands traced across the streaks of blood that covered the Lycan's body.

He purred softly.

Mine. Belial had claimed him as his property. "Yes, Master, yours. Only yours." Unless, of course, Belial decided otherwise. He was certain that there were times that Belial would have his acquaintances present and he would have to pleasure them all at Belial's command. It happened to every Slave at one point or another. They were just toys to be used and their Masters decided how they were going to be used.

Zakhar's body arched into the touch of Belial's hand.

Though last night had left him sated, he could help but let his mind pass over different ways the Demon could clean him. How could he still want to be teased so soon after last night?

Belial kissed the Lycan after he had spoken, those words sounded so delicious coming from the man's mouth.

The Demon pulled himself off of the bed and padded towards the bathroom, his back marked with the same rune that Zakhar now wore was smeared with his own blood and the faint lines that the Lycan had clawed into his back were still present.

Belial's bathroom housed a large bath, big enough for three people to it in comfortably.

He ran the hot water before making his way back out to Zakhar, there was no way that he would be moving around like the Demon was for another day at least.

Leaning over he scooped the man up in his arms and carried him towards the bathroom.

He knew Zakhar didn't like sharing a shower but he would have to push through it, he was intent of cleaning up his Slave with his own hands.

Belial sat back in the bathtub with his back against the wall, sitting Zakhar down between his legs so that the Lycan could lay back onto his chest.

The Demon picked up a wash cloth, covered it in body wash before stroking the cloth against Zakhar's stomach, his arms circling around the man.

Zakhar purred lowly, eyes boring into the Demon's back, watching the way his muscles moved as he walked, eyes locking onto his perfectly sculpted ass. He hoped Belial could feel him staring at him. And he hoped the Demon liked being admired.

The Lycan's arms slid around Belial's neck and he clung to him as he carried him into the bathroom.

He felt awkward sharing a bath with his Master. He felt awkward sharing a bath with anyone, no matter how close they were to him.

But his eyes slid shut and he leaned back against the Demon's chest. The less he complained, the faster it would go and the quicker the bath would end.

The Demon dutifully cleaned Zakhar's stained skin, scrubbing his chest before running the cloth down his legs and slipping it between his thighs.

He gently stroked the man's pelvis before slipping the cloth between his legs with great care, he knew that Zakhar would be sore as such he treated the Lycan tenderly, he needed time to recover before Belial would consider being rough with him again.

Once the Lycan was cleaned he planted a soft kiss on his neck, Zakhar had done well with something that he knew the man did not enjoy at all.

Zakhar kept his face straight as possible as Belial cleaned him.

He didn't want Belial to think he was disgusted with him. He wasn't. He was just disgusted with the thought of someone else cleaning him like this. While he was bathing, he was vulnerable. He didn't like being vulnerable around people.

He trusted Belial enough to be vulnerable around him during Sessions, but the thought of being vulnerable any other time made the man want to cringe.

A soft hiss sounded when the cloth slid between his thighs. Belial was being gentle but it still hurt. He had been fucked and fisted brutally. For the next couple of days being touched there was going to be fairly painful.

The Lycan nuzzled back against the Demon when a kiss was planted in his neck.

After the trials that he had put Zakhar's body the night before he would give the Lycan a fair few days to recover before he took him for another session, the man's body could not withstand having to go through this every night, that was for certain.

Belial quickly cleaned himself up and scooped the Lycan up again, sitting him down on the toilet as he wrapped him in a towel.

"I'll be back in a moment, stay here and dry yourself."

With that the Demon got up and padded into the bedroom again, leaving Zakhar in the bathroom to take care of anything that he needed to do as Belial organized everything that they needed.

The Lycan gave a little nod when Belial walked off, turning his attention to the task he had been given.

Zakhar patted his skin down gently, taking the time to dry every inch of himself slowly and carefully.

Usually Zakhar was lazy and stepped straight out of the shower and slouched into bed. He didn't even bother with a towel most of the time. He just didn't care. But Belial had given him the task of drying himself and it had been so long since he had sat down and done so, that he was going to do it well.

He hummed to himself as he patted the towel over his stomach and thighs gently. His skin was bruised and raw with welts and scratch marks. He didn't want to rub them and irritate them.

When his skin was dry his focus turned to his hair, humming as he ran it through the towel.

Belial made quick work of stripping the bed and, simply covering the mattress with a new fitted sheet and pulling a clean blanket from the wardrobe.

The Demon put some clothing on and vanished from the room, personally he was starving so after being strung up in a warehouse he imagined that the Lycan was feeling even worse.

In his exhausted state Belial was in no mood to cook so instead opted for porting down into town to one of the many cafes and ordering a load of food before walking to the store and buying a collection of dvd's, he was not one to watch a lot of movies though he did enjoy them, simply laying out in bed and doing the bare minimal sounded great.

He had been gone for about fifteen minutes before reappearing in the bedroom, setting out everything he had bought on the bedside table before making his way back into the bathroom.

"Ready to go lay back down?"
He asked, gazing down at the Lycan as he leaned against the door frame.

Zakhar had just finished towelling his hair and was running his fingers through it as a makeshift comb when Belial appeared in the doorway.

His eyes turned to Belial and he nodded, small smile gracing his lips.

Just laying around for the day sounded like a good idea. It would be nice after the adventure and excitement of yesterday.

He set the towel down and moved to stand, wincing a little.

Belial caught sight of that wince and moved closer, scooping the man up in his arms again, Zakhar's body had been through a lot and he didn't want him aching too much from moving around if it could be helped.

"You can walk around tomorrow, today I am not letting you move about."

His body needed time to recover, as such Belial carried him back to the bed and lay him out on it, propping him up with pillows so it could sit comfortably in the now clean bed.

Belial used Zakhar's body how ever he wanted as such he took it as his responsibility to help that body heal.

He covered the Lycan's legs with the blanket before grabbing one of the dvds and walking over to the large television which hung on the opposite wall, above his desk and slid it into the dvd player.

Grabbing the remote he sat back down next to the Lycan and grabbed two large foam take-away containers out of a shopping bag.

Handing one and a fork to Zakhar with a soft smile.
"I could not be bothered cooking, but there is the great little cafe in town. Eat up, we're doing sweet fuck-all for the rest of the day."
He replied with a chuckle as he turned on the movie, Gladiator, a nice violent action movie, something they could both probably enjoy.

Both his container and Zakhar's housed the same thing, insanely large portions of ham and cheese tortellini carbonara and garlic bread. The Demon opened his and purred softly as he dug in.