[M] Belial's Plan

Alek gave a low purr and pulled away from his lover, crawling up his body again slowly.

He took the Elf in a demanding kiss, his body pressing down against Lycus', grinding up against him with a low groan.

Lycus was well on his way to his third release of the morning and Alek had been given one release. He was horny and in desperate need of another orgasm.

He gripped the Elf's hips, lifting them slightly as he ground against the Elf's backside, nipping at his neck.

The kiss almost knocked the breath out of Lycus but he found himself pushing up into it, kissing him with unbridled passion as he pushed his hips up against Aleksandr, hardened flesh rubbing up against hardened flesh.

He could see himself staying like this for a very long time, laying out in the woods completely naked with Alek, rolling around in the grass having sex all day by a fire then hunting their own food when the need hit them.

A small smile curled at his lips, they would both lose so much weight, hardly eating and going at it constantly.

Lycus tilted his head back, offering his neck to Aleksandr completely as his back arched, pressing his backside down against his lover's arousal.

The Lycan purred loudly as he pushed into his Elf slowly.

A low groan sounded as his eyes slid shut.

He kissed and licked at his lover's neck gently, tongue and lips passing over the numerous marks on his skin, as his hips rocked slowly into his lover's.

He was going to miss being able to do this when they got back. He'd want to bend Lycus over in the halls but knew he couldn't. It would be difficult for the both of them while the Fae were still here.

The slow rocking of his hips sped up dramatically.

He wanted Lycus to remember this. Every step he took would awaken the ache inside of him and remind him of how he got it.

Alek was determined to make Lycus very, very sore.

Lycus hissed softly, the noise barely audible, as he was entered, his ring of muscles was still tender from that night and the fingering earlier but the aching didn't hurt too much, plus he wanted this, really wanted this.

The Elf gasped and cried out as the paced changed so suddenly, Aleksandr was really letting go and being slightly rougher with him than normal.

"Oh god..." He whined softly, biting his lip.

His nails dragged over the man's shoulder blades as he gripped onto him roughly, after today he knew he wouldn't want to be walking anywhere.

Alek's lips crashed to Lycus' in a hard kiss.

He wanted to see his lover's lips bruised through kissing, even if he knew that he'd have to heal himself in a few short hours so the Fae wouldn't be able to see.

He wanted to see his lover look absolutely ravished by the end of the day.

He grunted the Elf's name as his fingers gripped his hips a little tighter.

He'd leave little bruises where his fingers were if his grip stayed that strong for much longer.

Lycus kissed him back viciously, their lips caught in a battle of nipping, licking and pressing together, the Elf's soft skin grazing up again the stubble that decorated Aleksandr's chin, the coarseness scratching at his face.

His hips squirmed slightly in Alek's grip as he tried to grind and thrust against him but the man's strong arms kept him in place.

He gripped onto Aleksandr's hair and tugged it sharply, pulling him closer, pressing every inch of his body up against the Lycan as his breathing slowly began to quicken.

"Gods, Lycus," he groaned softly into the kiss.

This felt amazing. They had laid together more than a few times already since arriving here and the experience only got more intense the more they were at it.

He was glad. He didn't want to waste a moment when he could be fucking Lycus.

The two of them were going to get the most they could out of the rest of the day.

His hands ran down the Elf's thighs, caressing and groping at his skin with rough hands.

A shiver ran through him as Alek groaned his name, he would never get sick of hearing that, he loved knowing that the man wanted him, only him and it couldn't simply be a physical thing because there were many others who would willingly bed Alek who were better looking.

The Elf lifted his legs up as they were caressed, wrapping them around the Lycan's waist tightly, allowing Aleksandr to push deeper and faster into him.

Normally rough hands on soft skin was no a pleasant experience but Lycus loved it, he would never admit it but being handled roughly excited him more so than being gentle, it was exhilarating and the sense of danger that came with feeling vulnerable under a strong Lycan was something that he was quickly growing to adore.

Alek's breathing was getting harsher as his hips rocked into the Elf's over and over.

He could feel heat spreading through him and, try as he might to hold himself back, he knew that Lycus' body around him would force him to come undone soon.

The Lycan nipped sharply at the Elf's neck, a low purr sounding in his chest.

His hands pressed against the back of the Elf's thighs, pushing them from his waist and pressing them against his chest as his hips began to move faster.

His silver eyes smouldered as they gazed down at the Elf.

The Elf's head tossed back, his mouth gaping open in a silent cry as his legs were pushed up against his chest, his legs pressed up between their bodies.

His eyes fluttered as his head rolled to the side, panting frantically to try and get enough air, this was more intense then he had expected, he never knew Aleksandr could bury himself to deep within his body and the sensation flowing through him had his body shuddering in need.

He looked up at Aleksandr, his eyes heavily hooded in need as he panted, the Lycan was driving him insane and he wouldn't be able to hold out.

His hand slid down his chest and moved to grip his arousal but when he did his body shuddered again, he was over stimulated and he member throbbed and ache in need.

With a low cry he gripped himself, only managing a few swift pumps before being sent over the edge, his body throbbing against Aleksandr desperately, clenching and aching against the Lycan's arousal as he spilled over into his own hand

He gave a shaky breath when the Elf's legs pressed up against his chest.

The Elf's body was hot and tight around him, throbbing and clenching as he moved inside of him.

Alek only managed a few more long thrusts of his hips before his control snapped. He buried himself deeply inside of the Elf and gave a loud cry as he came, his hot release coating the Elf's insides as he slumped down over him.

Panting softly, the Lycan kissed at any skin he could reach.

That had been incredible. The experience only got better with each passing release.

Lycus couldn't help but let out a hoarse moan as his Lover's release spread through his depths.

The Elf lay there panting softly as Aleksandr peppered his sweat slicked skin with kisses, his legs trembling softly from the intensity as he relaxed against the ground.

His arms wrapped around the Lycan gently, stroking over the welting skin of his shoulder blades and as Aleksandr lay on top of him, his slowly calming arousal buried in him, his body throbbed, weakly pulsing against him in small after shocks of his own release which coated his previously cleaned chest.

"One day you'll do that and I'll end up passing out."
He muttered softly, a small smile gracing his lips.

"If I can fuck you so hard that you pass out I think my life will be compete," he chuckled softly.

That had been beyond what simple words could describe.

He'd definitely miss this when they parted ways.

His eyes flickered up to the sky and he groaned softly. Close to midday.

He had to wonder whether Belial was coming at sunset his time or their time. He had gathered that this was a place far away from Italy so the timezones would be different. Which timezone would Belial be keeping to when he arrived to take them back?

He nuzzled into his lover's neck, eyes sliding shut.

"And you were so adamant about not being interested in sex when I first arrived at the coven."

That memory always made Lycus laugh softly to himself, it seemed either Alek was lying or he had found his sexual appetite again, and it was back with a vengeance.

Lycus nestled in against his lover's wavy locks, burying his face in them as he hugged him tightly, gently letting his legs lay back out on the ground with a groan.

His body really was beginning to ache a lot more, many more times like that today and he definitely wouldn't be walking.

"I blame you for the return of that," he replied simply.

He hadn't been interested in sex for so long. This was all a complete shock to his system. For the first time in hundreds of years he had a healthy desire for sex.

Well, a desire for an unhealthy amount of sex but for the moment he was chalking that down to mating season.

"If Giacinto hadn't given you that invitation then I would be laying around reading right now."

How boring that seemed to him now.

"I'll take full credit for that, I just wish I had a little more stamina."

He replied with a chuckle, he wouldn't be surprised if when the Fae left that the only times they would sleep was when Lycus simply couldn't go again.

If Giacinto hadn't given him that invitation a lot of things would not have happened but he would take the good with the bad considering in his opinion being with Aleksandr was more that worth it.

"Seems my other hobbies have taken the backseat now that I'm with you."

He didn't do a lot of crafting anymore nor did he do many other things that held his interest.

"I'm not apologising for that," he replied in a murmur.

He was happy that Lycus was spending so much time with him. He didn't care if the Elf was giving up other things to be with him.

His tongue laved over the Elf's throat before he moved to lay beside him, giving a soft noise when he pulled out of his lover's body.

Alek stretched out, groaning softly.

"You don't have to, it wasn't a complaint."

He replied with a purr as his throat was lapped at, giving a gentle groan as the Lycan pulled out of him, again he felt oddly empty but his backside ached terribly and he knew he would be feeling that for days to come.

Lycus tried to get more comfortable, rolling over to lay on his stomach as he nestled in closer to Aleksandr.

He was well on his way to looking thoroughly ravaged, his body was covered in bitemarks and bruises lined his hips from the man's fingers gripping onto him so roughly. His chest and stomach coated in a fresh layer of semen and his hair looked tousled and clung to his sweat slicked body.

Alek knew he didn't look too much better than the Elf.

His neck was littered with marks that were slowly healing themselves. His body was slick with sweat, hair slicked back and soaked through with a mixture of sweat and lake water.

He smiled a little as one hand tried to comb through his knotted hair but just got snagged and tangled in the mass.

That was going to look terrible when it dried.

With a soft groan of discomfort he moved closer, curling in against Aleksandr's side, resting his head on the man's chest as his hand stroked over his stomach, tracing each outline of his muscles.

Lycus smiled softly and gave Alek's chest of soft nip as he looked up at him.

"You look like a mess."

He chuckled, the Lycan's loose curls were tangled and messy, though he was sex-hair rather well, it was nice seeing him a little rough looking.

"Don't remind me," he groaned softly.

Stubble and the worst case of sex hair he had sported in a long while.

When he got back to the mansion the first thing he was going to do was lock himself in the bathroom so he could sort out the mess of his appearance.

"You don't look much better," he pointed out with a little grin.

At least Lycus was in the same boat as him.

"I don't even want to know how bad it is."

They had been rolling around on the grass, the length of his hair was probably filled with grass and twigs.

"Next time we have sex for days on end remind me to tie my hair up."

He muttered, pushing a few loose strands from the front of his face, it was going to be a bitch cleaning himself up but right now he couldn't muster up the energy to care about something so trivial.

"I like your stubble."

He murmured, running his hand over the short, spiky hairs that graced his Lycan's chin.

"If I remember."

Alek's eyes flickered open and he gave the Elf a little smile.

He didn't have much of an opinion on his stubble. It was just there. He shaved because it had become an ingrained part of his morning routine over the past millennia.

His fingers began toying with the cross dangling from his neck idly.

He looked up at Alek with a soft smile, the man was so handsome even though he was slightly older.

He had soft age lines forming around his eyes and mouth but they only added to his features and in moments like these he couldn't helped but be memorized by him.

"You're religious?"

He asked softly as his attention was drawn to the man's rosary, he had seen them before on him but never had the chance to ask about them and since they were getting to know one another it seemed fitting to find out now.

His brows drew together and he gave the Elf an incredulous look.

Lycus had known him for two hundred years. Long enough to know that he was. "Hellenistic." He hadn't lost his outlook on life since he was a child.

His fingers began to toy idly with the beads again.

"This was a gift." From another Greek man, he thought idly. A very long time ago.

"From Cato."