[M] Belial's Plan

Belial whistled softly as he strolled down the hall leading to the pack Alpha's room.

With the Fae currently hanging around they had been keeping a close eye on him, it was difficult for him to get anything done recently.

As such he had been enlisting the help of others who could take on the work themselves, it hadn't been hard considering the debts that were owed to him around the world.

He had something to ask of the man and it required his attention immediately, as such he knocked upon the door loudly and waited for Aleksandr to greet him.

Alek laid bare on his stomach on the messed up covers of his bed, face pressed into a pillow.

He hadn't thought that it would be this hard. In the near two weeks since he had said goodbye to Lycus, he hadn't had sex at all. Usually two weeks would be nothing for the Lycan, but with the increase in his sex-life, he'd felt a heightened need for sex that he currently wasn't getting.

Horniness and agitation clung to him like a second skin.

"Come in," he called out, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

He didnt care if he was seen naked.

Belial let himself in the moment he heard Aleksandr's call, the two of them where friends and if he could burst through his bedroom door with a dead body then he was going to let himself into the man's room.

The Fallen chuckled as he walked into the room, a scent lingered in the room that was easily recognizable to him, his eyes trailed over the room before landing on the paper-basket full of tissues, bingo.

"You need to let some fresh air in here."

He muttered, moving to the window and pulling open the blinds, cracking the windows open to cleanse the room slightly.

Belial moved and sat down on the edge of the bed with the Lycan.

"I need you to do something for me."

He added, Aleksandr would know what they meant, he had a debt and it was time to pay up.

Alek watched Belial disappear behind the partition wall to open one of the two large windows behind.

He hadn't been bothered to do much in his room recently. His window had rarely been opened, books rarely touched. He had spent his free time slowly filling up the waste basket Belial had spied when he first entered the room.

Silver eyes flickered a little.

Not a request. A demand.

He'd play ball. Something to help him keep his mind off the current situation.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Usually I take it upon myself to dispose of any unwanted guests that sneak into Earth but with the Fae breathing down my neck constantly it is difficult for me to get away from the mansion."

Belial liked Earth the way it was, demon free, it was probably his one redeeming quality, he knew demons and he knew how to get rid of them with very little effort on his part.

"A Demon has made it's way to Earth, nothing too serious, but normal bounty hunters would be useless against such a creature.

I need you to go and send it back to Hell for me, I can port you to where you need to go and port you back when you're done."

He replied as he lay back on the bed, go away, kill a demon, come home, easy peasy.

"A young demon." Not a question; an observation.

It would have to be a young Demon. Belial wouldn't send a Hunted without any ability to exorcise for a strong Demon.

The younger and weaker a Demon was, the easier it was to send it back to Hell by physically maiming its body. Killing it in a sense of the word.

"When do you want me to leave?"

The sooner the better in Alek's eyes.

"Young enough for you to be able to handle."

He replied, it wasn't an insult, Aleksandr was strong but with no magical affinity it was impossible for him to do anything against an older Demon, if that were the case he would be sending Coilean.

"Immediately, get up, get dressed, gather anything you need, you might be tracking it for a day or two so keep that in mind."

He replied, if Aleksandr needed to bring anything with him then it was up to him to pack it.

Alek nodded.

He felt no insult. It was the truth. Alek knew when he would be outdone alone. He'd definitely be outdone with no magical ability against an older Demon.

"I don't need anything."

He fought as a Wolf. He hunted and lived off the land.

He didn't even need clothes. They'd just weigh him down if he he was travelling and fighting. He was happy to go as he was right now.

"Show me where it is."

His lips quirked up slightly, Aleksandr really was eager to get away wasn't he?

Belial knew well enough how much of a mood he had been in lately, normally Alek was so mild mannered but as the days rolled on his aura became more and more irritable.

"You may want to close your eyes and hold your breath for a few seconds."

He muttered as he pressed his hand against the Lycan's shoulder, as soon as he had the man before him vanished from his sight, sent far off to deal with the problem.

Belial chuckled to himself and got to his feet, walking out of the room and shutting the door, his job was done.

Lycus sat perched up in a tree, Belial had come to him and asked him to do this job in return for covering for him when the Fae came to question him about his resurrection.

As such he had gotten dressed in his black hunting gear and set off, the forest around him was quite dense, he had no way of knowing exactly where he was but so far he had been scouting around for half and hour and found no trace of a Demon anywhere.

The Elf dashed through the trees quickly when he hear a sound near by, the branching ruffling softly as he moved through them at incredible speeds.

Being transported was a new and fairly unpleasant feeling for the Lycan.

But he had recovered quick enough and soon he was running through the forested area on large paws.

Scout first. If he smelt anything strange then he would go after it.

He didn't know if this job would take a few hours or a few days.

He'd find out as the task went on. Honestly he hoped that it would take as long as possible. He didn't like being cooped up in the mansion without Lycus there at his side.

Night had fallen before he arrived here and the dense tree tops made it difficult for even him to see very well as the moonlight didn't reach the ground, if he heard a noise he moved toward it otherwise he sat at listened.

The Elf's eyes flicked up as he saw a fire ignite not too far away, that was suspicious, as such he moved silently, carefully moving from branch to branch without a noise.

He peered into the clearing but it was empty except for the lit fire and a basket.

That was odd, highly odd, his senses stretched out and he still found nothing what so ever, no sign of the Demon.

The Elf dropped down from the trees, his black hood and mask covering his features as he moved toward the fire, inspecting the area carefully.

Nothing.

Damn it all. This Demon was young but it sure was sneaky.

By now he was creeping through the forest, staring intently into the dark, looking for any sign of life.

Anything.

He paused for a moment when he saw a figure up ahead.

Was the Demon stupid enough to hide in plain sight like that? Oh well, he didn't care if he was. It just meant he as cocky and would, hopefully, put up a good fight.

Alek lunged, intent on knocking the 'Demon' off of his feet.

Lycus heard a noise behind him and wheeled around fast enough to see a blur lunging at him.

The Elf swiftly drew his bow and shot at the creature, his blessed arrow grazing against the side of his shoulder before he fell to the floor.

He looked up at the hulking animal with wide eyes, the only part of his face visible behind his hooded cloak and mask.

He held his bow up under the creatures jaw, holding him back and trying to keep its sharp fanged teeth away from him.

After a moment of struggling his mind clicked as the fire's light dance over the creature's face, he had seen a Wolf like this before.

"Alek?"

He muttered in shock.

He gave a low growl of pain when the arrow grazed his shoulder.

Fuck.

His lips pulled back from his teeth and he gave the Elf a low threatening growl. He didn't enjoy being shot at like that.

He recognised those eyes but he couldn't for the life of him remember where.

It was only when he heard the voice did it click. He shifted back on top of the Elf, brows drawing together.

"Lycus, but- Belial."

The Elf slumped back against the ground and panted softly in relief as he shifted back into human form, thank god, that hadn't looked good for a moment.

He reached up and pushed back his hood and pulled his mask down, exposing his face as he looked up at the Lycan.

"Belial? Did he send you out here too?"

His asked, looking up at the man with the same look of utter confusion.

"Sorry about the arrow."

He muttered softly, glancing up at the already healing wound on his shoulder.

Alek gave a low snort.

"Sneaky little bastard."

Belial had sent them both here, chasing after each other. Either to kill each other or to provide some amusement for him. Be doubted it was the former.

He'd just have to provide the Fallen some amusement, then.

Alek bowed his head, kissing the Elf deeply.

Right now they were far enough from the Coven that he didn't give a flying fuck what he did.

And with his lover so close, how could be not do this?

"My thoughts exactly."

He replied, the Fallen had played them both, and they had both fallen for it so perfectly.

Lycus leaned up and captured the man's lips eagerly kissing him deeply as his arms wrapped around him and pulled him down closer to his body.

They had been apart for so long now, his yearning was immense and he was not about to waste a moment of being with Aleksandr alone.

A soft moan left his lips, this kiss felt so good, after everything they had been through this last few weeks, being able to share such simple affection felt amazing.

He pulled away from his lips for the shortest moment, panting gently for air.
"I think he left us something."

The Elf muttered, nodding toward the basket before leaning up to kiss Alek again, his hands grasping onto the short hair firmly.

"I don't care."

His hands moved to tear at the Elf's clothing.

Right now he had one thing and one thing only on his mind. Fucking Lycus so hard that he forgot his name.

Everything else could wait.

His lips moved down to nip and bite at the Elf's neck, regretfully reigning himself in enough to not leave any marks.

A smile pulled at his lips, Aleksandr had the same thing on his mind, they were out where no one would see them, it was safe for them to indulge in each others bodies.

He hastily began unbuckling his clothes and throwing it off before the Lycan had a chance to tear his hunting gear apart.

Lycus pulled off his shirt and lay back with a soft moan as his neck was bitten, he wanted that sharp tearing open of flesh so badly, he wanted the Lycan to lap at his blood and see it staining his chin.

The Elf smiled excitedly, unlike Alek he hadn't spend the last two weeks in bed playing with himself, he had been in the library reading, he had even borrowed a few books from Belial and he had learned a few new trick.

"Alek..."

He breathed out in a husky whisper as he picked up on of his arrows and dragged it over his own forearm, cutting open his own skin.

He winced and bit his lip and blood streaked over his arm but brought his hand out and slowly waved it over the damaged skin, a low light emitting from his hand as the wound sealed itself. Elf's had strong magical powers, it hadn't taken him long to learn how to heal minor flesh wounds and bruising.

He watched the show as it played out before him.

The Elf had learnt now to heal himself.

Excellent. His teeth sank into the Elf's throat mercilessly, tearing through skin and into veins. He lapped at the welling blood eagerly, groaning and pressing his bare crotch to the Elf's, grinding and thrusting.

He was wound up. Horny beyond belief. He wanted his Elf now.

"Strip. Now," he ordered huskily, hands moving to tug at the Elf's pants before he had even finished giving the order.

He wanted his Elf and he wanted him now.

Lycus cried out as his throat was torn into, Aleksandr definitely wasn't holding back, he knew what he wanted and was taking it exactly how he wanted to.

His body shuddered with delight as the familiar sensation of being devoured tingled through his neck as the Lycan's tongue lapped at him.

With the mixture of Aleksandr's saliva as his healing they should be able to get rid of most marks before they returned to the coven.

Lycus didn't need to be told twice as soon as he felt his arousal thrusting against him he was kicking off his boots and socks, wiggling free of his pants and removing all other clothing from his body until he lay out beneath the man completely naked and clearly yearning for him.

"I'm sorry in advance for this," he muttered softly to the Elf as he kissed down his body.

This was going to be rough. Possibly rougher than anything else he had done to the Elf. He wanted this and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back from it much.

The Lycan paused to nip and lap at a nipple as he pressed fingers into his lover's mouth.

He wanted him but he knew he would have to prepare him first.

He was desperate, not cruel. Not yet, at least.

When he had decided his fingers were wet enough, he pushed two into the Elf slowly, groaning at the feeling of his hot skin around him; even if it was only his fingers for now.

"Pain fades."

He muttered, no matter what Aleksandr did to him he didn't care as long as they were close, any wounds he received, any pain he went through would all fade sooner or later, he didn't care about then, he was focused on now.

If he could deal with what the Fae had done to him when they first arrived then he could get through this.

Lycus purred softly as he took the fingers into his mouth, sucking and lapping at them eagerly, laving saliva over them, if he was going to be entered roughly, he at least wanted some lubrication.

The Elf's mouth gaped open as he moaned, his head falling back as he pressed his body down against the fingers gently, it felt so good to have Aleksandr there again after so long, even his fingers would suffice for the moment.

His fingers thrust into the Elf deeply.

Gods how he had missed this. He wanted to be able to do this every night. To lie with his Elf like this.

But he couldn't.

Not every night. Not at all at the moment. The thought was saddening. He couldn't fuck Ly like he wanted.

The Lycan pushed a third finger into him, thrusting them deeper, spacing them out to stretch him.

"After I fuck you we can see what Belial left for us."

Right now being with his Elf was more important than a basket.