[M] Belial's Plan

Alek pulled out of his lover slowly, moving to lay on his stomach next to the Elf.

He crossed his arms and lay his chin on top of them, panting softly as he gazed at his lover's face.

"That was..." He gave a shrug of his shoulders and a low groan of contentment rather than trying to supply a word.

After so long keeping himself in check, that had been wonderful.

And he had two more days of this.

His lust hazed gaze followed the man's movements, he wanted to roll onto his side so he could better watch Alek but his body refused to move right now, so instead his head fell to the side and be looked over at him.

A small smile pulled at his lip as the Lycan tried to talk, he knew all too well what he meant, that had been intense, he had never felt anything like it before in his life.

"Mmm, I'm sore."

He muttered softly, though his voice held no complaining element to it, he was glad he was sore, to feel something other than the loneliness and yearning of the latest two weeks.

Lycus reached up and pushed the sweat slicked hair from his face.

"Good."

His lips curled up into a little smirk. "You'll be more sore come tomorrow."

He was going to fuck him as much as physically possible over the next few days. He'd fuck him until they both collapsed; rest; then fuck him again.

He'd be making use of the toys they had to offer.

The Lycan's eyes slid shut.

"I missed you," he murmured softly.

"That better be a promise."

He muttered, when they got back to the mansion he wanted to be able to feel the Lycan there for days, something to remind him constantly of the time they got to be together.

"I missed you too."

He muttered, rolling over with an uncomfortable grunt before curling in against the Lycan's side, resting his head on the man's shoulder.

He wanted to have as much physical contact as possible, they didn't have time to waste.

"Of course it is. A promise I plan to keep."

Alek liked keeping his promises. He always strived to keep them.

The Lycan smiled, one arm sliding around the Elf's slim waist, pulling him closer. "It doesn't look like they'll be leaving any time soon," he muttered with a soft sigh. He didn't want to have to spend any longer with the Fae around but they had set up camp and he doubted that they'd be packing up and leaving any time soon.

Alek kissed his Elf gently.

"We'll get through it and soon we'll be able to be together again."

He wouldn't be letting go of Lycus then.

"They've been here longer than I expected, at least we've only had a few deaths."

He muttered, the news about Brandusa and Noah being killed was not pleasant to hear, he didn't know the two of them but it was sad none the less, the coven was meant to be a safe place for supernaturals and they were being culled.

Lycus moved in closer, peppering his Lycan's neck with soft affectionate kisses and nips.

"I hope so, I don't like being apart for so long, though I suppose that is evident since Belial felt the need to send us away to deal with our frustrations."

He naturally gravitated toward the man and it was hard knowing that they couldn't even touch once another, they had stolen a few glances, brushing up against each other in the halls 'accidently' and he had been making sure that Alek knew he was alright each night by tapping on the wall, on days that he hadn't seen the man around he anxiously awaited a tap back just so he knew no harm come to the Lycan.

Alek sighed at the mention of death.

Two from his pack. A heavy toll on him. On his whole pack. He and the twins had mourned together at their loss and he had sat with Zakhar as he cried over his lost daughter.

"She was part of my family." He had always considered Zakhar his son. "My grandchild. She'll be missed." He hadn't gotten to know her on her personal level but the bond was still there.

He pulled Lycus closer, nuzzling into his light brown hair affectionately.

"I'm glad Belial is a being of sin." If he wasn't affected by other people's sinful desires then he wouldn't have sent the two of them away to work it out between the two of them.

"My condolences."

He muttered in reply as he held the man closer, he hadn't know that one of the two had been connected to his Lycan, he hadn't met them, he had simply been told that a Lycan and a hybrid had been killed off in the first day, so far there hadn't been any more reports, everyone had been staying low.

Lycus nestled his head in underneath Aleksandr's chin, though he was taller than an inch he was growing fond of curling up like this, nestling in lower than him, simply so he could press his long ear up against the man's chest and listen to his steady heart beat.

"So am I, I never thought I'd be this happy to have someone like him as a friend, I'm surprised by how much he has helped up, he even covered for me after I lied to the Fae about making a deal with him."

"Zakhar took it the hardest." Despite Brandusa's hatred towards him, Zakhar had loved the girl and seeing his reaction to his daughter's death was painful.

Alek gave a soft snort.

"Covering for you or seeing an opportunity for gain and taking it?"

Alek had a high opinion of Belial but he was under no false pretences of a nice person with him. Alek was certain that Belial had taken that cover story as a chance to have the Elf indebted to him.

"I'm thankful."

He was glad he was on good terms with the Fallen. If they weren't on good terms, he didn't know what would have happened between them.

"Does it matter if he gains from it? We gained from it immensely, I was so afraid that I would say something that incriminated you and his name was the first one I thought of to peg it on."

He muttered, his arms holding the man tightly as he kissed his chest, blaming stuff on Belial was quite easy and he didn't mind owing the man a debt if it meant that their secret stayed safe from the Fae.

Lycus almost wanted to ask Aleksandr what he had avoided for a long while now, he was still immensely curious as to how he died and he didn't know whether or not the Lycan knew anything that he wasn't saying.

Alek laughed.

"Who better to blame something on than the personification of sin."

The idea was funny. Lycus needed someone to blame something terrible on so he blamed it on Belial. The Fae wouldn't have a second thought on that. To them, Belial could do no good.

Alek nuzzled into the Elf's hair with a small smile.

"You held up well. I was very impressed." Not once had he said or done anything that could hint towards Alek being involved.

"I don;t want you to have to go through anything like that again."

Lycus chuckled and nodded softly, looking up at his Lycan from his place resting on his chest.

"There really is no one better in existence."

He admitted, no one was more capable, had more reason, or was unpredictable enough to blame any wrong doing on than Belial.

"I did the best I could, though I regret being reduced to tears in front of Giacinto, even during all of that I could tell she was getting off on it."

He snorted softly, he would've been very proud of his efforts if she hadn't been there to see it.

"I don't either, but that is beyond our control, there are some things in this world even you can't protect me from."

He muttered, leaning up and kissing the Lycan softly.

"Speaking of which I want to break the deal we had before."

"She gets off on everyone's pain. Ignore her."

He loved the woman but she could be frustrating at the best of times. She wasn't someone that he would enjoy having around when other suffered.

Alek returned the kiss with the same tenderness.

The Lycan gave a soft hum. A wordless question.

Right now he didn't want to think or remember anything. He wanted to live in this moment for a little longer.

Lycus would have to remind him of said deal.

"We made it quite some time ago down in the dungeon when we were punishing Gia."

He muttered, his hand stroking over the man's chest slowly, drawing idle patterns on his skin.

"If you protected me then I'd let you dominate me.
I know it is irreverent now but I want that deal gone, I want to be with you because I want to, and I want you to have a certain claim on me because I love you. Then when we have sex, I want you to dominate me because it's what I want, not what I promised you."

He replied, the deal had been long forgotten but this was something he had wanted to say to Aleksandr, even if the Lycan already knew it, he wanted this, just as much as Alek wanted it.

His lips curled upwards slightly.

He vaguely remembered that deal. Lycus was right; it was long forgotten and its meaning useless now.

Alek hadn't even thought about that deal in a long while.

"The deal ineffectual at any rate. I am surprised you even remember it." He would openly admit that he didn't remember it well.

He liked the idea of the two of them being together because they loved each other rather than an obligation to be together.

Lycus chuckled softly.

"I'm an Elf, we tend to remember most things."

They were well known for their memories, they held great knowledge and seldom forgot anything of importance.

"I know it doesn't matter anymore, but I just wanted to tell you that, and that... once the Fae leave...I may not try to cover up your marks much anymore."

He didn't want to make promises but he knew letting over people see his claiming marks would make Aleksandr happy, and that was what he wanted, as such he would lay off wearing those collared jackets he use to hide any marks the Lycan made.
Lycus was really trying to make this work.

Alek smiled softly.

Lycus was willing to make himself a little uncomfortable to make Alek happy. The idea in itself made him happy.

"I'd like that."

He pulled the Elf a little closer and nuzzled against him.

"I make no promises, but I will try not to mark you quite as much." His lips quirked upwards a little as his eyes descended to the many bruises on the Elf's throat.

He would make no promises.

Sometimes marking him was too much of a temptation.

"I suppose if I'm going to wear anyone's marks, I'd be happiest wearing yours."

He muttered, his lips pulling up as Alek spoke, he doubted that would ever happen, his Lycan liked to bite him too much to be able to hold back for long.

"You could always make me in more intimate areas instead."

His thighs and backside were normally covered in marks anyway, at least he could heal most marks now, he may leave some though, once the Fae were gone, walking around with them would make Alek happy, and if anyone made a comment about them he would simply beat them.

An eyebrow arched upwards.

"Are you suggesting I dont mark you in intimate areas?"

He did and Lycus well knew that. He was the one that had suffered those marks time and time again.

"But if you really want me to mark you more-"

His lips curled up as he pushed Lycus to lay back against the ground, sliding down his body until his lips were against his thigh.

He bit into the skin until he tasted blood.

"That's not what I...."

There was no use, even if he had meant it in another way the Lycan was going to take it how he wanted to and right now no matter what he said he was going to be on the receiving end of Aleksandr's bite.

The Elf groaned as his thigh was torn into, his leg jerking on reflex as his thigh became hot with the pain of being bitten, however a soft moan passed his lip as his blood flowed freely into his Lycan's mouth.

He propped himself up on his elbows and watched the man bite him, there was something oddly erotic about watching himself be marked like that.

His tongue ran over the wound slowly, silver eyes lifting to meet Lycus' pale blue ones as he caressed his lover's skin with his tongue tongue.

Rivulet's of blood rolled over the Elf's skin and Alek chased them with his tongue.

"Is this what you want?" he breathed in a husky purr.

"Do you want me to mark you here like this?"

His teeth latched onto the Elf's skin once again.

His mouth fell open in a pained groan as his thigh was torn into again, his leg jerking slightly.

"Perhaps I wont heal these ones before we go back, I can wear them safely beneath my clothing."

He muttered before laying back on the grass, purring loudly as his blood once again spilled into the mouth of the Lycan.

"It'll give me something to look at when I'm alone in my room at night."

He added with a suggestive growl in his voice.

Alek purred softly.

Yes. He'd be able to keep his lover marked.

"Every night I'll know that you're a few feet away, pleasuring yourself with my marks on your skin," he whispered with a smile.

Lycus would wear his marks proudly.

"I may have to leave a few more for you to look at."

"Tomorrow, before Belial picks us up, I want them to last as long as possible when we get back.

With any luck for a few days after we get back I'll still be able to feel you."

He muttered, his hand stroking over his own entrance fleetingly, the more they went at it, the more sore he would be and the longer he would remain that way, hopefully it would last a long while and he would still feel close to the man.

"I'm going to have to give you the drawings I did for your mark, the sooner it's on your skin the happier I'll be."

He muttered with a smirk.

"I plan to leave many marks between now and then."

It was Lycus' choice to decide which ones he would heal and which ones he wouldn't. Hopefully he would leave quite a few of them as they were. The more marks he sported the better.

The Lycan purred softly when Lycus' fingers passed over his own entrance. He leaned forwards to nip at his fingers, tongue lapping over them.

Alek gave a half-hearted nod as he drew the Elf's fingers into his mouth.

He'd have Ly's mark tattooed onto him soon enough.