[M] Belial's Plan

That look in the Lycan's eyes always made his body shiver, he was being hunted and caught, the feeling of danger that rolled off the man in that moment sent a thrill through his body.

He kissed Aleksandr back, his tongue flicking over the man's upper lip as his own lower lip was bitten onto.

His eyes shut tightly as the first ball forced his entrance open wide, groaning lowly as his ring reached the widest point then slid easily down the slope.

"One."

He murmured, panting softly as his entrance throbbed, tightening around the toy.

Alek bowed his head, tongue tracing the crease of the Elf's thigh, so close to his entrance that he'd be able to feel his hot breath there.

A second bead was pulled out slowly.

Alek shivered softly. Watching the Elf stretch around the beads, then close over the next was addictive. If he could, he'd spend hours pushing the beads in and pulling them out. He'd do it in the future.

Third bead.

He bit sharply into the Elf's thigh to bite back a groan.

"Two."

He whimpered softly, his body throbbing against the toy as he gave up another bead, he felt so stretched, his backside felt so warm.

The Elf gasped as his thigh was bitten, his body jerking as the third bead was pulled out.

"Oh God...three."

The third bead was followed by something else, semen dribbled down over his backside, the hot liquid that Aleksandr had left inside of him coating the beads and spilling out of the Elf slowly.

Lycus let out a soft whine and his body arched against the ground, his around twitching needily.

Alek purred softly.

Watching the beads being pulled out was hot. Watching his semen dribble out of his Elf as he was pulling the beads had the Lycan shivering in a lusty need.

Another bead.

Alek's tongue lapped out, laving over the Elf's tight entrance, lapping at his own semen, tasting Lycus' skin.

Another.

Alek wanted his Elf and he wanted him now.

"Four."

Lycus was writhing beneath his Lycan, his legs trembling softly as his entrance was licked at.

Aleksandr could see what was happening to him, every small detail and he could see as his body offered up what Alek had given him.

The Elf's breath was coming in quicker pants with each bead that was pulled out, his body didn't want to wait and his excitement was intoxicating.

"Five, please Alek, faster."

He pleaded, his body arching in need, he felt like he was on the edge, like at any moment he was going to lose himself.

Defiantly, the Lycan's movements slowed.

Six.

He let go of the handle and stroked along the Elf's back, smirking as he leaned over him to press his muscular chest to Lycus' slim back.

"Enjoying yourself?" he crooned, smirking as his fingers stroked over the man's shoulders idly.

"Or do you want more?"

His fingers stroked down the Elf's back to grip the toy again.

Seven.

"Six."

He muttered in a frustrated sob, he wanted to come so badly and Aleksandr was toying with him, drawing out his torment.

"I want you."

He replied, he dd want more, more of his Lycan, he couldn't possibly get enough of him.

Lycus gave a conflicted purr a he leaned into the man's gentle stroking, normally he craved such touches but right now he wanted heated passion.

"Seven."

He murmured, biting his lip.

Eight.

"You'll get me soon enough."

His tongue traced the Elf's ear, nibbling gently on the tip as he jerked the toy inside of him a couple of times.

Before they reached ten, he'd have the Elf a writhing mass of need.

It was his current goal.

Smirking, he pushed the eighth bead back inside of him. "Seven."

"Eight"

He muttered, a shiver running through him as his ear was nibbled on, the long points flicking in a feline manner as they tried to evade the Lycan's teeth.

The Elf gave a long whine his body writhing and arching as the bead went back in.

"Seven."

He groaned sadly, Aleksandr had told him to count and he wouldn't give the man a reason to punish him.

Alek gave a low, husky laugh.

Lycus was not happy with the return of the eighth bead, which made him even happier about it.

Teasing and torturing someone with such a simple toy was past the point of amusing. He loved it. Lycus had looked for something that wouldn't do much damage and now Alek was going to do as much damage as he could with it.

He pulled the bead back out again. Eight.

Nine.

A smirk curled the Lycan's lips as he watched the Elf.

One last bead to go.

"Eight...nine..."

Lycus squirmed beneath the Lycan, a soft whimper leaving his lips, he was so desperate for his release, he just wanted this torment to be over so he could touch himself until he released.

This last bead was the worst, it was only the size of a marble and he knew that if he lifted his hips he would easily fall out of him, but the result of him doing that would be horrible, Alek would put more back in and bind him so he couldn't move....or worse.

He wanted to plead with Alek to take the last one out but if he did that he knew the Lycan would do the opposite and put more back in.

Alek leaned over the whimpering Elf, lips curled up into a little smirk as silver eyes flickered over his face, searching for any amusing reaction to his close proximity.

The kiss that he pressed to the Elf's lips was gentle; a soft and lingering brush of lips and tongue that trailed over his throat.

Alek's tongue swiped over Lycus' throat, cleaning the pale skin of red stains. The taste of the blood exploding on his tongue dragged a soft purr from the younger man as his hips pressed against the Elf's stomach.

He was hot and hard and the Elf would be able to feel his length against his stomach as his hips rocked slowly.

One small jerk of his hand had the beads falling to the floor, forgotten as soon as the handle left his fingers. Ten. The last bead gone.

The Lycan moved down his Elf's body, kissing and licking at his skin, taking the time to clean all the bloodstains he came across. His tongue found the Elf's entrance and he took his time cleaning him out, removing all evidence of semen ever gracing his skin.

Lycus was still panting gently, his body letting out a soft tremble every now and again as he tried to control himself, his member throbbed needily and if he let go he had no doubts that he would come without the Lycan even touching his member or entering him.

He kissed the man back eagerly, pressing up into the gently kiss, his hand reaching up to stroke over the man's cheek.

His mouth gaped open slightly as Alek lay on top of him, he could feel the man's hard member pressing up against him, wanting him, he had made Alek that way by simply allowing him to do as he pleased with his body and he couldn't help but wonder how Alek's body would react if he let the man do what he knew he wanted deep down.

"Ten."

He whispered out with a sigh of relief as the last bead left his body, his ring clenched, expecting an intrusion but finding nothing.

The Elf purred softly as his body was licked and kissed, Alek's lips felt cool against his hot flesh, soothing him slightly. He groaned lowly as he was cleaned, his backside pushing down against the man's tongue gently, the skin pink and plump from accepting the larger beads.

Lycus had taken the beads with very little argument or defiance.

Alek was impressed. The more Alek did to his Elf, the less he fought against him. The more he coaxed him, the more he was able to do. If Alek had come at the man with those beads a month ago, he'd be beating his way through yet another barrier to try to get at his Elf right now.

He hadn't even seen the barrier in a long while. He was pleased with that.

The Lycan crawled up Lycus' body again, prowling slowly.

His hips pressed down against the Elf's as he laid his body against his lover's.

Another kiss was laid to the Elf's lips as his hands stroked over his thighs, coaxing them apart gently.

A soft shudder ran through his body as Alek prowled towards him, it felt primal, he was being hunted down and instead of feeling intimidated or defensive an odd feeling of longing over took him.

An internal part of him wanted to be hunted, chased down and captured by the Lycan, taken in the most primal way possible.

That thought shocked him, it wasn't long ago that such a thing would repulse him, being made a Lycan's bitch was shameful, even still he couldn't help but feel drawn to this side of Aleksandr, Lycans were naturally dominant creatures, an Alpha more so, and he couldn't help but be aroused by the very thought of being with the man.

His body had wanted to be with Alek like this for so long and his mind was finally playing catch up to his inner yearnings.

Lycus kissed him back, his hands reaching up to curl into his Lycan's hair, pulling his mouth closer as his legs parted willingly.

Perhaps this was the natural order and no matter how he fought this would've always been the result. Perhaps Aleksandr had some sort of power over his desires, or perhaps the man had simply broken through his insecurity and shown him possibilities that he had denied himself for too long.

Alek adored this.

Lycus was his. He was finally allowing himself to feel and enjoy what Alek had to offer him. No fighting with himself. No fighting with Alek.

He was just feeling.

This was what Alek had been trying to accomplish for weeks. He wanted Lycus to be able to lay with him without feeling the need to fight against him like he had been doing in the past.

Alek dragged his teeth along the Elf's throat as he pushed himself into the man slowly.

A soft groan sounded from him.

He had taken what Aleksandr had said to heart, he wasn't going to fight fruitless battles, instead the only time he would make a fuss was when he really didn't want something to happen, otherwise he would allow change.

That way at least the Lycan would know for sure that something was wrong and not just him acting up again.

Lycus gripped onto the Lycan's shoulders firmly, holding onto him tight as he was filled once more, a long groan left the left, his insides were so sensitive after being teased like that and his body reacted accordingly.

The arch in his back pressed his lean body up against the Lycan as he writhed, already he knew that he would be coming long before Alek did, he was pent up beyond belief and with the length of his hardened flesh buried within him he wouldn't be able to control himself for long.

Alek kissed his lover deeply, purring softly as he began to move his hips slowly.

Arousal swept through him as he thrust into his love's eager body.

Neither of them would last long in this. They had both been teased; Lycus physically, Alek mentally. He'd been teasing himself with the sound of Ly's moans and thinking up ways he would fuck the man when the time came.

A violent shudder ran through him as one hand moved from keeping his weight off the Elf to stroke his hard length.

Silver eyes gleamed at his Elf as he stroked and pumped him.

Lycus kissed him back, letting the kiss linger on as his lip captured the Lycan's pushing up against him as his tongue grazed over the man's sharp teeth.

His body gave a pleasured shiver as Alek's body began to thrust into him, he had been so scared of being entered once, but now he understood, after the pain such pleasure was present and now his body could take the Lycan without too much discomfort.

The Elf gasped sharply as his arousal was stroked, his head tilting back in a moan of pure ecstasy, his eyes struggling to stay open as he looked up at his Lover.

Lycus was in heaven and that was evident enough by the barely audible whines and moans that continually snuck out of him, his body writhing and his hips moving against the man's arousal, impaling himself deeper onto his Lycan before thrusting up eagerly into his hand.

The small discomfort he felt now would fade.

Soon he wouldn't feel any discomfort at all; all he would feel when he was being entered would be pleasure. Alek was certain of it.

His thumb pressed to the Elf's head, grinding against his sensitive slit.

He wanted to feel his lover lose himself. He wanted to feel his hot semen against his hand and his entrance constrict around him and hear his yells as he came. Alek was generally a very patient man but currently he was feeling far less than patient.

He wanted Lycus to come.

Now.

And he growled his desires out in the Elf's ear, licking and nipping at his lobe as he did so.

Lycus didn't disappoint, he didn't need to be told to come he was already well on his way after having been tormented for so long.

His hips thrust down on his Lycan's arousal harder and faster, his speed increasing for a sort moment as he panted, then he stopped, his breath hitching in his throat and his eyes going wide.

His body arched and shuddered violently as he came, a loud cry falling from his lips as his ring of muscles clamped down on the Lycan hungrily, throbbing with the same ferocity of his arousal, which pumped hot liquid over Aleksandr's hand, offering up everything that had built up inside of him through the ordeal.

His nails crawled over the man's back before he slumped against the ground, panting loudly, his eyes half hooded as he gazed up at Alek, he was lost in the power of his release, his blue hues hazing in sated lust.

Alek's pace sped at the same time as Lycus'.

He wanted the Elf's release just as much as the Elf wanted it.

The Lycan groaned loudly as the Elf's body clenched around him, throbbing against his hard flesh which throbbed in return to the feeling.

He was close to his own release now.

His fingers rubbed at the Elf's semen, smearing it over both his skin and Lycus'. It felt good. Hot against his own heated skin.

His hips thrust at a hard, fast pace, determined to bring himself a release just as spectacular as Lycus'.

The Elf wanted the same thing, he wanted to feel his Lycan's semen spill into his body, the hot liquid filling the depths of him, seeping out of his body when he stood, a reminder that Aleksandr had been inside of him and pleasured them both.

For once instead of hindering the man when he tried to lay with him, he would help.

Lycus hitched his legs over Aleksandr's hips, allowing him to drive deeper into him as his hips began to move again, thrusting down on his Lycan as they moved in sync, his hips slapping roughly against the Elf's backside as their pace remained hard and fast.

His hands wrapped around Alek's neck, holding onto him as his body moved for him, soft moans leaving his lips as he was stimulated even after coming.

His lips parted a little when the Elf's legs hitched over his hips.

A hungry growl tore from his throat as his hips moved harder against his Elf's. He was so close. So agonisingly close to the release he wanted.

He nipped along Lycus' throat, bruising and tearing through skin as the movement of his hips became a little more erratic.

Soft pants sounded in the Elf's ear and he whined softly as he felt heat spread through him.

With one final soft gasp he came, his hot release spilling into the Elf.

By the time Aleksandr came Lycus lay beneath him panting erratically, his body limp and slick with sweat, low moans leaving his lips and his legs trembling as his body was filled with his Lycan's hot release.

He looked up at Alek with parted lips, his toes curlings as the dull ache in his backside became more apparent, mixed together with the oddly intoxicating feeling of Alek's release pooling in his depths.

The mixture of the pants and whines in his ear and his bruised and torn throat had him reeling, completely overwhelmed with sensation that he no longer knew what to do with his body other than lay there trembling and writhing softly.