[M] A Reunion of Angels

His body jerked and he cried out loudly in painful pleasure. His ass stung like a bitch.

He loved it. He wanted more.

"I think that strength is worthy of Uriel, Brother." Somewhat of a compliment. Uriel was a strong Angel.

He stinging ass swayed enticingly before the Demon. Belial had tempted him with a beautiful view. He could do just the same.

An Angel that needed punishing, bound on his bed, ass bared to him.

If that wasn't a sight to drive him mad, he didn't know what was.

Already he was falling into the pleasurable sins of BDSM.

Belial gripped onto Achinoam's hair, yanking it back as the Demon leaned over his body, his lips in against the man's ear.

"I'd have Uriel at my feet begging for mercy."

He purred his words darkly, Belial was a force to be reckoned with now that he had been conditioned in Hell, it had made him strong, hardened him to the point where he could give even Achinoam a run for his money if he truly wanted to.

Belial's nails raked over the abused skin of Noam's backside, digging into his flesh harshly as his head leaned down.

The Demon laved his tongue over the Angel's entrance teasingly.

He groaned softly as his hair was yanked back and lips were pressed against his ear.

"Show me that power then, Brother. For all I see and feel, you are not strong enough to do so."

More taunting. More teasing. More pushing.

He wanted more of this passionate anger that the Demon possessed. He wanted to feel it. To own it.

His backside pressed back against the nails digging into it harshly.

A soft gasp whistled through his teeth when the Demon's tongue laved over the tight ring of muscles. The tight ring of muscles that had only been entered once since the last time Belial had taken him.

It was evident that the toys that Belial possessed would not be able to withstand his force or inflict much pain on the Angel, the Holy could only truly be injured by the Unholy.

The Demon's hands changed once more, morphing into claws, these he could use without breaking them, his nails would be able to cut his flesh where human made objects would fail to do so.

Belial pressed his member up against the Angel's entrance, he remember the first time he had done this, they had both been so scared.

He forced himself into the man forcefully as his nails raked down Achinoam's back, carving open his flesh with ease.

His taunting expression twisted into one of pain as the Demon's nails raked down his back.

The moan that accompanied the pain was also incredibly pained.

But his back arched up into the claws, his hips thrust back against Belial's, his hands fisted and his arousal throbbed.

It was painful. But it was so good.

Though he had been hesitant and disgusted in the beginning, he couldn't feel that way now. It felt too good to be disgusting.

It was amazing. Addictive. The mingled feel of pain and pleasure as the Demon tore at his flesh and thrust into him was enough to make his toes curl.

Belial moaned as he entered the man, it had been so long since he had been with him, he had truly missed it, after all, he had lost his virginity to Achinoam.

He thrusted hard and fast, he didn't have to hold back with the Angel, anything that he did Noam could take it.

Zakhar was a huge pain slut but he still had limits, and Belial feared that one day he may unintentionally hurt the Lycan.

There was none of that fear with Achinoam, he couldn't kill the man no matter what he did to him.

His claws moved, racking up the man's thighs, cutting into them as he leaned over, his tongue lapping at the cuts on his back, purring as he devoured the Angel's blood.

The hard and fast pace didn't give him enough time to adjust.

It was rough. It was painful. But he could feel the pleasure brewing beneath.

He didn't tense like most would when he felt pain. Tensing made the pain worse. Right now he needed to relax, get over the niggling pain of adjusting to Belial's member inside of him, then focus on the more evident pain of his claws.

He leaned forwards slightly, trying to get some relief from the nails raking over his thighs. He liked the pain of being cut but it was a natural reaction to pull away.

A soft moan sounded before he called out the Demon's name.

This was so entirely strange compared to anything else he had felt.

One of the Demon's hands moved to grip Achinoam's hip, holding him tight so he couldn't move away from him.

His claws retracted as his free hand moved to grasp the Angel's arousal, pumping him firmly.

He wanted to claim Achinoam completely in the only way he knew how, with his body, he had been without this man for so long, the man that had been his Lover before all the others and had been the one constant part of his life.

Belial moaned, the feeling of being inside of him as well as the taste of his blood on his tongue was bliss.

A soft whine sounded when Belial gripped his hip, keeping him in place. The whine sounded strange coming from a man of his size.

The grip Belial was using wasn't too strong. He could break it with little to no effort if he wanted and move his hips again. But he didn't. He had pulled away from the Demon to lessen the sensations he was feeling.

Belial wanted to keep him in place, to force him to feel everything the Demon wanted him to feel without him shying away from it.

Noam groaned softly, hips jerking a little in Belial's hold, grinding against the Demon's hand as he pumped him.

Belial leaned back over, his tongue trailing over the deep cuts in the Angel's back, they took a little longer to heal than the cuts he had gotten down at the restaurant since they were caused by a Demon, as such he pushed his tongue into the wounds.

He hadn't thought that he would've gotten the Angel this far so quickly however Achinoam was never one for doing things by half measures, when he had his mind set on something, he went at it full force.

The Demon groaned as the thrusting of his hips became rougher, pushing into the man forcibly as his hand move in sync with his hips.

A shiver ran through him when Belial's tongue pushed into one of his wounds.

He wanted more of this delicious pain.

The pleasure felt... Damn, it felt good. But this wasn't about the pleasure. He wanted to feel the pain that Belial had told him about. He wanted to explore his masochism.

They had time for pleasure once they had explored the pain.

So he did the only thing he was sure would piss the Demon off. He taunted him.

"Come now, Brother, you have gotten worse. Jegudiel has bought more feeling from me." Jegudiel had been the last man to dominate him during intercourse. The only man besides Belial to do so.

Belial growled as Achinoam spoke again, he was hitting nerves and really starting to irk the Demon, he was one of the few people who could actually annoy him, everything else that others said usually rolled right off of him

He rammed himself into the Angel painfully, completely uncaring as to how much it may hurt the man.

He placed his hand on the Angel's back, teleporting them instantly down into the dungeon.

Gripping the length of Achinoam's hair he yanked him towards the wall and chained his arms and ankles to it.

The Angel's back arched when Belial thrust into him roughly and a loud groan tore from his throat.

He hadn't been lying when he had said Jegudiel had bought more feeling from him. Jegudiel was a rough Angel. He hadn't been rough to the point of using instruments to bring pain like Belial had at the moment but he had been rough and he had loved it.

Before Jegudiel had had him, it had been millennia since he was lasted fucked like that. It had been an all together amazing experience.

His stomach gave the familiar lurching sensation that told him he was being teleported.

His golden eyes slid open to look around before they clenched shut and a soft hiss sounded between his clenched teeth as Belial dragged him towards the wall by his hair.

Noam gave no protest as he was chained against the wall. This was exactly what he wanted.

Belial was annoyed, he didn't like being compared to other people sexually, least of all having his sexual prowess degraded by one of the only person on Earth that he truly cared for and wanted to impress.

Achinoam had done nothing but his is ability since they had started and it was getting to him.

The Demon picked up a metal link whip, something he himself had put down there in case Zakhar did something to really piss him off one day.

He hoped that this would last a little longer than the crop.

Belial raised and arm and cracked the whip across the man's chest and stomach, the sharp metal tearing into his skin harshly and slicing open a large cut.

His eyes finally slid open to gaze down at the Demon.

He looked pissed. Once again the Angel felt like apologising. That jibe had obviously struck a nerve. He didn't like angering the Demon but it felt like it would be the only way to get him to do what he wanted.

Just asking him to treat him a little rougher, his passion wouldn't be in it. When he wanted to be hit, he wanted true passion behind the strikes.

His lips parted when the Demon picked up the whip.

His immediate reaction to the whip was embarrassing. A moan sounded as his arousal throbbed.

Was he going to- A sharp cry sounded, back arching when the metal sliced through his skin.

O-Oh God. "Belial," he moaned softly.

The Demon's eyes narrowed as the Angel moaned his name, if he said another word about his short comings he would send the man back to Heaven himself.

Belial normally wasn't jealous, but hearing that someone else had dominated the man upset him, for so long it had been just the two of them, and that act was something they only ever did together.
Not that Belial had the right to be jealous, after all, he was a whore.

"I don't want to hear you talk."

He growled as he stalked forward, grabbing a ball gag and forcing it into the man's mouth, strapping it around his head before walking back to his spot.

He lashed the whip out again, tearing open the man's chest for a second time, forming a large X across his chest.

He had been fucked by someone other than Belial once.

Jegudiel had had him just once. No one else could come close to what he wanted of a partner after Belial.

The feeling of Jegudiel taking him had been amazing but it hadnt compared to Belial's. He was still his one true lover. The one he would always remember. The one that he would go back to for as long as Belial would still have him.

His lips parted around the gag as it was forced into his mouth, glowing gold eye still boring into the Demon's face.

He had angered the Demon a lot.

The gag would do nothing. It would take seconds to destroy it if he wanted to. But the purpose was clear. It was to stop him from speaking. To stop him from taunting the man. He could understand that. He had said some things that he would have never said had he not been intentionally trying to anger him.

His eyes clenched shut and his back arched as another groan escaped his lips, chain cutting easily through his skin.

Blood seeped from the two wounds on his chest, beads running down over the contours of his pale muscles.

Belial was infuriated, that much was clear, anyone else in existence could say cruel things to him, but not Achinoam, never Achinoam.

The Angel was the one who had kept him sane for all that time, kept him anchored so he didn't do something completely reckless and get himself thrown out of heaven much sooner, or worse.

His anger was only intensified from being close to the Angel, having to feel other things mixed in with his familiar anger only got him more worked up from the confusion of it all.

His hardest strike came next, lashing the sharp metal in a horizontal line low on his pelvis, slicing him open from hip to hip, the blood trickling freely over his thighs and arousal.

The Angel's body jerked when the whip met with his skin again.

A loud moan of pain sounded as he pulled on the cuffs around his ankles, trying to press his legs together.

Drool seeped from around the gag in his mouth, dribbling in a strong from his chin as his breathing became heavier and heavier.

It was painful. It was pleasurable.

The feeling of hot blood flowing his his chest and legs was addictive.

He wanted more.

Not long ago he had been denying this. Telling the Demon that he didn't want it. Looking down at him in disgust. How had he managed to get down here in this situation so soon?

Belial had all but forgotten about the Angel's pleasure, he was all to concerned about quelling the sadist in him.

He had been hurt emotionally and as such he would hurt others physically, it was how he coped all these years.

The Demon grunted from the force of swinging the whip this final time. The metal cracked against his chest with frightening ferocity, causing another large gash in his pale skin.

The links in the chain broke, snapping the metal in two, one half clattering to the floor as the Demon panted softly.

Achinoam's body arched and he gave a loud scream of pain as the whip cracked against his chest again.

That was the second instrument Belial had broken on him.

And still he was not overly injured. His skin was torn but soon that would heal over. He wasn't affected by bloodloss like most creatures were.

He just hoped that now Belial had worked the anger out of his system. He had wanted some passionate anger from the Demon but not anger as fierce as that.

But instead of feeling resentment he felt relief. At least he was taking his anger out on him - someone that could take everything Belial had to give so he could let off some steam instead of hurting anyone else.

Drool still dribbled form his chin, dripping to the floor as he slumped a little against the cuffs holding him in place against the wall.

Belial let out a loud sigh, running his hands through his hair as he looked up at the Angel.

He couldn't bring himself to feel guilty and apologise to the man, if he were sorry he would not have done it in the first place, Achinoam should've known not to rile him up like that in his unstable state.

He was feeling emotions again after millennia, of course he was going to be prone to snapping.

Walking over silently he reached up and untied the gag from the Angel's mouth, wiping the drool from his chin and kissing him.

Achinoam didn't want his apologies.

It had hurt but he had enjoyed it. He had expected the level of anger Belial had showed but he had bought it on himself either way. He wouldn't complain.

He leaned into the fingers wiping the drool from his chin before pressing into the kiss.

His lips moved eagerly against Belial's as he kissed him, trying to press forwards into the kiss as much as he could with the shackles binding him to the wall.

He had hurt the Demon but he didn't want that hurt to influence them and their actions towards each other now. He wanted Belial to love him as he still loved the Demon. He didn't want the hurt and anger to linger between them.

"I love you," he breathed against the Demon's lips.

Belial stepped closer, pressing up against the Angel as his arms wrapped around him.

"I love you too."

He muttered, the man's blood seeping into his clothing as his hair as he held him close, none of that bothered him in the slightest, a bit of blood was not going to keep him away from Achinoam right now.

"You shouldn't say those things to me."

He murmured, a hint of lingering anger in his tone as he looked up at the man, a glint of sadness still evident in the dark purple gaze.

The Angel tensed just a little when Belial pressed up against him.

Pressure on the wounds across his chest was painful. He wouldn't deny it. But he wouldn't say it because then Belial may have pulled away. He wanted to be in close contact with the Demon right now.

He couldn't hold him and pull him close so he wanted Belial to do that. To hold him close.

"I said them to get a reaction."

He wanted to see passion behind the Demon's actions. And the easiest way to get passion was through anger.

"I spoke the truth, Brother, but not the entire truth."

Raphael wasn't a strong Angel but Belial wasn't using the strength of an Angel. He was striking him as he would a Lycan. With some strength behind it but certainly not enough for an Angel as powerful as he to feel as pain.

Jegudiel had been a good fuck. But he had been so because it had been Millennia since he had last been fucked. Just feeling the sensation once more had been amazing.