[M] Restlessness (Evgeni and Belial)

Zakhar's eyes stayed locked on the ground as he waited.

What was going to happen? What did Belial have planned? Would it punish Evgeni or the both of them?

Most probably the both of them.

This was going to be fun for Belial, he was sure.

The Lycan's eyes flickered up but he didn't dare move in case that angered the Demon more.

"I'm not-" he began in a snarl, but was cut off as a hand fisted into his hair.

The man let out a noise half-way between a growl and a cry as he was dragged across the room by his hair, twisting in his bonds. "...Chuka..."

With Zakhar, he almost knew what to expect. He had been punished by Zakhar numerous times, and he knew that, painful as it was, Zakhar wouldn't permanently injure him. He didn't trust Belial. Or know Belial. This felt too vulnerable.

He tried to struggle as he was chained, letting out a soft gasp as he was hoisted into the air.

"Let me down!"

"Hmm...no."
The Demon responded, laughing softly, this man was insane if he thought that Belial was going to listen to a word he said, he could go to hell for all the demon cared, literally.

"Zakhar, make yourself comfortable on the bed, this is going to be quite entertaining, I don't want you missing it because your sitting in the entryway."

He called to his Slave, Belial was definitely going to enjoy this.
The Demon pushed the suspended Lycan, causing him to spin around on the chain as he walked back over to the table and picked up the dart.

"These hurt you know, if I wasn't what I am this could've done serious damage."

His eyes screwed up tightly as he was spun, the motion making him feel quite sick. It was horribly reminiscent of the teleportation earlier. The strain of the chain was starting to make his wrists and ankles ache.

"All lycans are tense at this time of year. You brought it on yourself." he snapped back irritably.

He knew his words would probably only make matters worse for himself, but he didn't know how to be quiet when someone spoke to him like that. Much less apologise.

"Well then why didn't you go find someone to mate with instead of sulking around being miserable and getting edgy.

You've been a Lycan long enough to know what you have to do, as such you've brought this on yourself."

He replied in a cold tone as he knelt down in front of the Lycan, lifting the dart that he had thrown at the Demon and stabbing it into the tender flesh of his scrotum.

He let out a yelp as his skin was pierced, automatically trying to jerk away from the pain, back arching upwards instinctively. But his position made it almost impossible to move.

"Po dyavolite!"

A shudder rippled through him as the shock subsided, the pain starting to hit him fully. He could feel the blood slipping down his thighs and he let out a low groan, head dropping down in resignation.

Zakhar had pierced him there before, but that was with a needle. The dart was a lot thicker and blunter, and he could feel the rawness of the entry wound only too keenly.


(Translation: "Fucking hell!")

"Hurts, doesn't it Evgeni, perhaps I can beat some compassion into you.
Well it wont hurt to try, of course I mean it wont hurt me to try.
Chances are it is going to hurt you greatly."

Belial bit into his own finger, coating his thumb and index finger with his blood, lowering his hand to the man's wound and healing it with the power of Demon blood.

Though it may have seemed like a merciful act, healing the wound, it was anything but that.

The body can only register so much pain in one go, every extra hole he would have put in the Lycan would have been less painful than the last, this way he could inflict the same wound over and over and it would still hurt just as much as the first one.

The Demon smiled, puncturing the man again with the dart, this time, leaving it in the wound to hand and pull on the hole.

"I'm s-"

Evgeni almost apologised. But the word hitched in his throat, and he was unable to force it out. Perhaps from the pain, or the fear, or the sheer hatred for the thing doing this to him... or all of those things. It was uncertain.

He whimpered almost gratefully - if he had ever had the ability to be grateful - as he felt the tingling warmth of the healing wound. His eyes slid shut as he attempted to block out the pain, drawing in a shaky breath. He could feel himself slowly becoming aroused... he shouldn't be aroused from this scale of pain, but it had been-

He let out another screeching yelp as his skin was repierced, jolting in surprise and agony. Tears pricked his eyes as he twisted against his bonds, teeth gritted.

"...Zudnik..."


(Translation: "Asshole")

"Stop with the insults or I will start piercing you...here..."

He replied, reaching down and gripping the head of the man's member, pinching the very tip of it harshly.

Belial continued his process of stabbing the man, then healing him only to stab him again over and over until his legs and the floor beneath him were stained with his blood.

After about the tenth time the Demon lost amusement in that for of torture and decided to move on, not healing one of the wounds, instead placing a ring through it.

A whimper slipped from his lips, squirming uncomfortably. He nodded silently.

And then cried out as he was stabbed again.

Each stab was punctuated with a sharp yelp or scream, writhing until the point where he was almost tired of resisting anymore, sobbing silently as salty tears began to streak down his cheeks.

This was agonising. He was exhausted from the struggling, and could barely breathe for panicking, and yet he couldn't make himself calm down, couldn't make himself stop twisting and thrashing.

A relieved sigh escaped him as the stabbing stopped, the pain of a ring being worked through his skin minimal by comparison.

Belial sneered in disgust as he looked at the Lycan, so easily brought to tears and panic.

Walking over he gave the man's new piercing a violent tug, tearing the skin a little, causing it to bleed even further before moving away from him.

The Demon went to the bathroom and washed his hands clean of the Lycan's blood, taking off his dirty shirt and discarding it in the trash.

"Zakhar, tend to your Slave, do what you want with him, torment him further, clean him up, kick him out, I don't care anymore."

He replied and he moved to the bed and pulled out one of his books after glancing towards the Russian.

The Lycan gave a little nod.

"Yes, Master," he muttered softly.

The Lycan slid off the bed and padded towards Evgeni. He stood in front of him, staring down at him silently for a good long while.

Zakhar's hand lashed out, slapping Evgeni's cheek hard. "Idiot," he hissed softly, tugging his head back using a handful of his long curly hair. "Stay silent; don't fight back against him. That was all you had to do to keep yourself from getting this."

He tugged at the new piercing sharply.

The Russian sighed heavily as his hand moved over to the other piercing, giving that a sharp tug.

He pursed his lips then sighed heavily, tugging sharply at the chain keeping the man suspended, letting Evgeni fall to the floor.

His silver eye turned to Belial. "Master, do you have the keys to his handcuffs?" Stupid question; of course he did. Question was: was the Demon going to give them to him?

Evgeni cried out as Belial tugged his piercing, head dropping with a dry sob as he finally gave up resisting, body stilling in his bonds. He barely registered the Demon's words, only breathing a sigh of relief as he walked away, body slowly starting to untense.

His head lifted as Zakhar started to walk towards him, shooting a pleading glance over at him.

"...Master...!"

He sucked in a breath with a wince as he was slapped, but took the hit without a word of protest. This was familiar. This he could accept... almost welcome, in comparison with what he had just been through.

An uncomfortable whimper escaped him as his piercing was tugged again, body starting to tense up again. Zakhar was angry. But he wasn't to have known... how would he have known that Belial was Zakhar's Master? He had only just met him.

He cried out in shock as he was dropped, curling up on the floor.

Belial's face was masked from view as he buried himself in his book though a hidden smirk spread across his lips as he heard Evgeni cry out that word, such a revelation.

He didn't look up from his book as his Lycan spoke to him, his hand simply delving into the breast pocket of his shirt, jingling the keys slightly before tossing them in Zakhar's direction.

He wasn't going to withhold the keys, he didn't want a bleeding, sniveling Lycan on his bedroom floor all night.

"Thank you, Master."

He caught the keys when Belial threw them at him then turned to Evgeni.

He smirked down at the older Lycan as he knelt to unlock the cuffs around his ankles, dragging him to stand by his hair then undoing the cuffs around his wrists.

"Go stand facing the wall, hands on the wall, bent over so I can see your ass," he ordered, slapping one of Evgeni's cheeks sharply before turning back to his Master once again.

"May I use your toys, Master?" This wasn't the dungeon. He couldn't just take whatever. He needed the permission of his Master to use his toys.

"You may, you're cleaning them afterwards, as well as the blood on the floor, he's your Slave, his mess if your problem."

He replied sternly, the Demon was in a no nonsense mood, he had put up with enough from the both of them for the day.

The fact that he had done as Zakhar had requested only made him even more foul, he was sure he would feel better if he had simply torn the man's legs off.

Evgeni scrambled to his feet as Zakhar pulled his hair, allowing him to undo the cuffs silently, staring vacantly at the floor. His heart-rate was beginning to slow in his chest, and he drew in a deep, shaky breath, eyes sliding closed for a moment.

He sucked in a sharp breath of surprise as his ass was slapped. "Yes."

Though he had addressed Zakhar as "Master" on his own terms now, the word still didn't spring freely to his lips.

Walking across the room, he did as he was ordered, legs shaking a little beneath him from pain and bloodloss. He bit his lip in anticipation, waiting for Zakhar to do something.