[M] Belial's Plan

"Good."

He enjoyed the Elf taking matters into his own hand. He enjoyed total control but occasionally power bottoms could be a fun experience.

"I did enjoy that. And from your cries, I can only assume you enjoy that just as much as I did." A prideful gleam streaked through his eyes. He had caused the Elf to cry out that loudly.

The Lycan laid down next to the Elf, stretching out comfortably.

"It's not as painful like it use to be."

He muttered as he rolled over onto his stomach, groaning in slight discomfort, his ass had been well used already tonight, that much was evident from his rosy pink ring, slightly swollen from being stretched and pounded so roughly.

Lycus lay his head on his arms as his panted breaths slowly calmed, he needed a rest before he would think about doing anything more than laying where he was.

"I feel foolish for objecting to this before."

He added as his body stretching out with a satisfied whine.

"You still are a fool at times," he laughed, reaching over to tug the Elf's hair playfully.

There were many things that the Elf could be considered foolish for. Everyone had their foolish moments.

The Lycan leaned forwards to nip the tip of the Elf's nose gently before capturing his lips in a deep, demanding kiss.

"My foolish Elf," he crooned softly.

His Elf.

He really liked the sound of that.

His tongue passed over his teeth again; the ache had dulled almost completely now. Perhaps one day in the future.

Lycus gave a soft snort before laughing as his hair was tugged.
"You'd think age would make me wise, but sometimes I strongly doubt that."

He got a lot of things wrong and he hoped with his new outlook on life that things might change, with new experiences would come new knowledge and he may start making smart choices.

A small grin appeared on his lips as his nose was nipped, who would've thought that time would have them like this, lover's instead of rivals or enemies.

He kissed the man back heatedly, his hands stroking over the Lycan's neck and cheeks before nestling in against him, nuzzling his face in against his neck affectionately.

"And you're mine."

He murmured gently, his hands stroking the short loose curls tenderly.

"Age makes people headstrong. Wise is a matter of opinion."

What could be wise tellings to one person would be utter foolishness to another. It all came down to a persons opinion on what wise truly was.

Alek stroked his Elf's hair gentle as he nuzzled against his neck. A soft smile curled his lips.

"Yes."

The two of them belonged to each other. No matter how much or how little they were marked, they were together. They belonged to each other and each other only. Alek wouldn't believe otherwise.

Lycus was his.

A soft purr sounded in his chest his hair was stroked, the chestnut locks flowing out freely over his body and onto the grass beneath them.

"And once the Fae are gone I'm not going to let you forget that fact."

The Elf muttered, nipping onto his Lycan's neck softly, once they could be together again hopefully things would get better, he didn't want to be ashamed of their relationship anymore, ashamed of letting himself be dominated.

At the end of the day he couldn't let his choices be dictated by other peoples views on him, he just had to live knowing that some people would think less of him.

Though Gia's words still haunted him at times.
Do you cry out like his little whore and whimper his name?

Yes, yes he did, but his sexual preferences were no ones business, as such he would wear the man's marks and display their affection if Aleksandr wanted him to, if anyone had a problem then he would personally beat them.

He'd never forget that fact.

He couldn't ever forget that Lycus belonged to him.

He hoped that when the Fae left he could give into his urges; make sure they belonged to each other permanently.

Wishful thinking.

Alek pulled his lover closer.

But it was good to have dreams.

A gentle smile appeared on his lips, the rare kind which softened his features, making his eternal youth really show.

His arms wrapped around the bare Lycan and held him close, laying against his body as Aleksandr's heat warmed his own body.

"I love you Alek."

He muttered softly, brushing his lips against the man's neck tenderly, they had a short amount of time together and he was going to remind the man of that simple truth as much as he could.

"I love you, too," he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of the Elf's head.

He did love his Elf.

Having to pretend not to was torture for him.

He pulled his lover as close as he possibly could, nuzzling against him affectionately. He wanted to keep Lycus as close to him as possible right now.

His hands stroked over the Elf's back in idle strokes.

Pretending was the worst part out of all of this, he had said some cruel remarks the last few weeks when he knew the Fae were close buy, it had hurt him to do it, he knew in the past he had said and done worse things but it was different now.

Having to go back to that was going to be Hell after two days of this bliss, but they had no choice but to endure.

He nestled in against his Lover's muscular body, purring gently as his back was stroked, his own hands reaching up, winding his Lycan's curls loosely around his finger before combing them through the wavy locks.

Sated and tired and pressed against his lover, the Lycan relaxed slowly.

This was nice.

He enjoyed the peace the two of them could share now they weren't near the Fae. They could do what they wanted and right now he was content to just lie here and enjoy having the Elf in his arms.

A soft yawn escaped the Lycan.

Sleeping had gotten easier in the last week but in the first week apart he had struggled to drift off. He had gotten too used to having the Elf in his arms while he slept.

He too had struggled to sleep the first few nights, his bed felt too large, empty and cold without his Lycan beside him, holding him close.

Each night he would lay there and listen for the moment Alek's breathing got deeper, his heart rate slowing slightly as he fell asleep, those gentle noises soothed him and he would soon follow.

Ever since he had been brought back Alek had been his anchor, keeping him calm when anxiety began to rise, the week after he had woken in Belial's room had been hard and nightmares had taunted him but with his presence they faded away quickly.

A gentle hand, smoothly stroked over his head could calm him immensely when it was Aleksandr.

It had become normal to stroke the Elf's head and back to soothe him.

He enjoyed touching his Elf any way he could and knowing that it calmed him when he did it was just an added bonus.

The gentle movement soothed him and made him relax just as much as it did Lycus.

Soon he felt himself drifting to sleep; the stroking of his hand slowing to a stop.

He was tired and now he had the chance to sleep in his lover's arms he wouldn't forfeit it.

They could have more happy moments together when both were well rested and ready to face another day.

There it was, the slowly fading movements, the deep breaths and gentle beats of his heart, Aleksandr was asleep.

A small smile graced his lips and he nestled in against him, the Lycans hard muscular body was oddly comfortable to lay against and he too quickly found himself drifting off to sleep in his lover's arms as the fire crackled beside them, warming their exposed bodies.

Once the Fae were gone he wanted to spend every night like this, curled up in Aleksandr's strong embrace, holding him as close as he could while they rested.

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The Elf stirred softly as he awoke from his sleep, his body ached but he found himself not resenting that fact instead he loved it.

This was what he had wanted after all, to feel as though he and Aleksandr had only just finished, he wanted to ache like this for days because it was something he could have with him constantly as a reminder of the Lycan.

He stretched out his body with a soft groan, his blurry eyes open and a smile passing his lips and he noticed the Lycan still asleep next to him, sprawled out and naked on his back.

Lycus couldn't help but chuckle, it seems neither of them had been completely sated that night as they shared the same arousal that came from waking each morning.

A small smirk pulled at his lips as he moved closer to Aleksandr, his long hair gracing over the man's skin, stroking across the hard muscle of his stomach as he lowered his head, kissing and nipping at the man's pelvis before laving his tongue up his length.

The Lycan grumbled softly in his sleep.

Like they were known for their massive appetites, Lycan were also known for deep sleeping and snoring loudly. Alek was not exempt from any of those three traits and soon after his grumbling quieted he let out a deafening snore.

His muscular stomach tensed slightly as the Elf's long hair ticked over his tanned skin, dusted slightly with a thin spattering of light brown hair, trailing down his stomach.

His hips moved slightly and he gave a soft moan between snores as he felt the slick heat of his lover's tongue on his hard flesh.

Lycus rolled his eyes at the Lycan's loud snore, Aleksandr was by no means a graceful creature, even his quiet nature was ruined as soon as he fell asleep and began to snore.

His fingers trailed down the small dusting of hair that trailed down his stomach and to his pelvis, wrapping around the man's arousal and pumping the base slowly as his lips pressed a kiss to the tip of his member.

This would be a pleasant way for the Lycan to wake up, as such he wrapped his lips around the hardened flesh and sucked on his head, his tongue lapping at his sensitive slit slowly.

The Lycan moaned softly again, hips shifting slightly as the touches to his sensitive skin woke him from his slumber.

Silver eyes flickered open groggily as his gaze flickered around, trying to gauge what had women him up this morning.

His answer came when he felt the Elf's tongue trace agonisingly slowly over his slit.

One hand stroked the Elf's hair away from his face gently so he could watch him such at his arousal.

What a sight to wake up to. He could get used to that.

The Elf's icy eyes flicked up as the curtain of hair was swept away from his face, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips as he looked down at his Lover.

They didn't have a lot of time together and there was no telling when the Fae would leave, as such he was going to take every opportunity he could get to spend touching the Lycan in some form or another, he'd never get enough of him.

His tongue swirled around the man's head before writhing and lapping at his slit again, all the while one of Lycus' hands worked his shaft, giving him long satisfying strokes and the other cradled his balls, caressing them softly.

Alek purred softly as the Elf continued pleasuring him eagerly.

This was something he'd be more than happy to wake up to every morning.

His fingers buried in the Elf's light hair, stroking the strands and tugging at a handful of hair gently.

"Morning," he mumbled, the deep tone of his voice thick and husky with sleep.

He was definitely enjoying the morning so far.

His eyes fluttered shut softly as Alek's hands stroked through his hair, he loved these gentle touches and it seemed that his Lycan was more than happy to supply them.

"Morning."

He purred softly as his tongue flicked out over his head seductively, lapping at the small glisten of moister which sat on his tip.

That tone of voice sent a shiver through him, everything about Aleksandr was so enticing and he wanted more of him.

He smiled gently as his mouth lowered once more, sucking eagerly at the Lycan as he slowly started bobbing his head.

Gods, he was pleased with this turn of events.

He tugged sharply on the Elf's hair, eyes sliding shut as his hips began to rock up into his lover's mouth.

They didn't have much time. By that evening they'd be leaving each other and going back to acting like perfect enemies again. He didn't want to have to do that so soon. Another day or two with Lycus would have been much appreciated.

Perhaps he could try and get more from the Fallen. it couldn't be too difficult to persuade Belial, could it?

His lips parted in a deep groan as the Elf's movements continued.

He grunted around the Lycan's member as his hair was tugged, wincing softly as he tried to keep his head where it was.

As the man's hips began to rock he started to bob his head faster, sucking eagerly at the hardened flesh as his hands worked dutifully to pleasure Aleksandr.

He wanted to badly to pleasure the Lycan, for no other reason than to see him laying out on the grass, panting with a small smile curved at his lips.

He'd make the man happy.

The Lycans free hand moved, stroking along one of the Elf's long ears gently; his calloused fingers caressing his lover's soft skin.

Alek was still a little groggy with sleep and as such didn't have the current capability to try and hold his release off.

He could feel the heat in the pit of his stomach already; hips rocking and writhing against the ground as his hands gripped his hair a little tighter.

He murmured the Elf's name softly.

Lycus didn't expect him to last long, if he were in the same position he wouldn't be able to hold out either, it was hard doing so when you had just woken up and the arousal of sleep still lingered.

His long ears twitch slightly against the Lycan's hand, his body offering up a soft shiver from the small action, his ears were rarely touched and highly sensitive, drawing decent reactions from him.

Hearing his name murmured like that made his lips curl up slightly, it was so easy to have Aleksandr like this and he had to wonder, if the man's aroused state during sleeping had anything to do with thoughts of him, vain thoughts but pleasant ones nonetheless.

His head moved faster, bobbing and sucking greedily on the Lycan as his hands stroked and pumped him firmly whilst still fondling his balls softly.