[C][M] Permission

Zakhar laid out on his Master's bed comfortably.

He laid on his side under the large, fluffy covers, staring at Belial's back as the Fallen hunched over his desk working on something.

This was quite normal for them. The two were the closest, though Belial had been spending more of his time with Coilean lately. He and the Fallen were so comfortable with each other that they didn't need to be doing things together to enjoy each other's company.

Zakhar was quite content to just lay here and watch Belial until the Fallen was done with what he was doing. Then the Lycan could start hounding him for attention.

Just because they were comfortable without doing things together didn't mean he didn't want to constantly feel Belial inside him.

The Fallen was honing his magic, tinkering away with various metals and powders, grinding and melting them down until he got the reactions he wanted.

He got caught up in his own magic sometimes, he was constantly discovering and noting down new things, it was information he kept to himself, it gave him the edge against opponents.

He had always been a firm believer of knowledge being power and the state of his book filled room was a testament to the vast amount of knowledge he possessed.

The Fallen gave a groan and stretched his arms over his head before slumping in the chair, his experiment wasn't going as well as he had hoped.

"That's enough for one night."
He muttered, aspects of what he was working on vanishing from sight as he sent it away to one of the various places that he hid his secrets.

Those were the magic words that bought Zakhar to life.

He went from lounging on the bed curled up in Belial's duvet to kneeling next to Belial's chair, looking up at the Fallen with his stormy silver gaze.

He didn't speak.

Just waited.

If Belial wanted to acknowledge his presence then he would. Zakhar just had to be patient.

And hopeful.

A small smirk curled at the Fallen's lips as Zakhar moved swiftly, he had barely finished stretching an the man was at his feet already.

His own violet gaze turned down to the man, staring into his stormy gaze.

Reaching down he grasped onto Zakhar's collar and yanked him up with a firm hand, his lips finding the Lycan's with ease as he kissed the man fiercely.

There was no need for words as his hand released Zakhar's collar and moved to cup his cheek, tilting the man's head back as he deepened the kiss.

Zakhar didn't even make a noise when Belial yanked him up by his collar.

Belial was rough with him constantly. It was normal for him to be dragged around like this and he was more than happy to deal with being dragged around.

In fact, he really enjoyed it.

Zakhar returned the kiss eagerly, pressing up against his Master with a pleased purr.

His hands moved to beneath Zakhar's arms, hoisting the man up and into his lap.

Things had been a little intense the last month, with Zak and Coilean both in heat it had been difficult for everyone.

"How are you feeling?"

The Fallen asked, his hands stroking over the man's body slowly as he leaned down and kissed his neck softly, he had been quite rough with the man this last month.

He and Coilean had been an unstoppable force over the last month.

All three of them had been exhausted by the end of the month. The past two days had been spent resting up to try and feel a little more active than the tired lumps they had ended up becoming.

"Better," he replied, though his hips still pressed down against Belial's eagerly.

Belial had been rough and he'd been insatiable. The month had taken a lot out of Zakhar.

But he still wanted more.

"Better?"

He replied with a chuckle as his hips pressed forward against Zakhar's backside, grinding against him.

The boy did seem much better, he was still needy despite the season being over though.

"I suppose you don't need any more from me then?"

He asked with a smirk, his hands stroking over the man's lower back teasingly as his fingers dipped between his cheeks.

Zakhar arched a brow instead of responding.

What a stupid question to ask.

Even after Mating season was over, Zakhar was never sated for long. He constantly wanted his Master. If Belial was up to giving him something, then he wasn't ever going to complain.

His hips pressed back against Belial's fingers needily as he gave a soft whine.

Of course he needed more.

Belial chuckled, he loved the fact that Zakhar was never sated for long, he wanted to be adored and desired and he got exactly that from the man.

"Such a shame that it is dangerous for the mental health, I would have loved to see you put in chastity for the month."

Having the man so desperate and locked away would have been immensely amusing, sadly he could never do it during mating season, there was the very real possibility that Zakhar could lose his mind.

However....it was no longer mating season.

He gave the man a firm smack on the backside before standing.
"Hands and knees on the bed, eyes down."

Zakhar shivered a little.

Chastity.

Perhaps his least favourite practise. He hated chastity. He hated going unsatisfied when he had the chance to be sated.

Zakhar's mouth ran dry when he was given the order and he swallowed thickly.

Please, no. His eyes screamed that even as hhis body moved mechanically to do as Belial said.

Shit.

Shitshitshit. He really didn't want Belial to put him in chastity. That would be so cruel.

That would be perfectly in Belial's character.

The Lycan whined softly as he crawled onto the bed and lowered his head to stare at the blankets under him.

Belial loved it and he knew well enough that Zakhar hated it, that's why it made such a perfect punishment, nothing was more effective than chastity for Zakhar.

The man wasn't being punished today, this was for Belial's own amusement.

He made his way over to the wardrobe and picked out the perfect cage. It was made of steel, the bars wide enough apart for him to be able to torment the man through them with his tongue.

He came up behind the Lycan and attached it securely, locking it in place with a click.

Belial rolled Zakhar onto his back, reaching up and locking the man's wrists to the bed posts before trailing his tongue slowly down the center of the man's torso.

The Lycan whimpered when he felt the cold touch of metal against his skin.

He didn't want to suffer through this.

He didn't want chastity.

Zakhar whined softly when he was rolled over, eyes still fixed on the bed. Belial hadn't told him to look up yet.

He wriggled a little to try and get comfortable, purring softly as the Angel's tongue laved over his stomach.

"Zakhar, eyes on me, don't remove them for a second."

He ordered with a smirk as his tongue laved over the man's pelvis, he was going to torment the boy, it was Belial's way of being paid back for the month of harassment from both Lycan.

The very tip of his tongue dipped lower pressing through the metal bars and lapping at the length of the Lycan's member, he wanted to see the man hard and cramped in that cage.

The man's eyes flickered up when he was ordered to.

His tongue laved over his lower lip slowly as he watched Belial's tongue trace over his pelvis.

Zakhar knew he was going to go through hell with Belial today.

The Lycan gave a loud whine when Belial's tongue slid through the bars of his cage, tugging at the bindings around his wrists.

Belial gave a smirk as the man whined and tugged on his bindings.

"You're so cute when you struggle."

He adored seeing the man like this, the fallen pulled away from his member, sprawling out beside the man as his hand feathered over the cage, dipping between the bars every so often.

"I think I'll leave you like this for a while."

He muttered, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his Slave's throat.

Belial loved to see him struggle. He was a cruel, sadistic man.

That was the reason he submitted to the man. He loved submitting to someone who could dominate him so perfectly. Though he was less than pleased when chastity came into play.

It was the one thing he truly hated being done to himself.

Edging and ruined orgasms were fine. Frustrating but fine. When it came to not getting anything and being locked in a little cage that tormented him, he got grumpy. This was not fine.

He was secretly happy that Belial had picked this cage, though. He could have picked one with a sounding rod on the end. That would have been his undoing.

His eyes stayed locked to Belial's as the man moved to lay beside him.

He whined loudly again as the Fallen's fingers stroked him through the cage, though his head tilted back just a little to allow better access to his throat when it was kissed.

Belial leaned over and kissed the man chastely on the lips, his tongue swiping over them as he leaned up on his elbow.

"You can relax now, I've decided to leave you like this."

He would keep the Lycan locked up until the morning, he wanted to see Zakhar's arousal strain in it's confines when he work up up in the morning.

Reaching up he unbound the man's hands before letting his hands slide back down to his crotch, stroking and rubbing the tip through the bars softly.

Zakhar returned the soft kiss, eyes sliding shut.

The Lycan's lips pursed together in a less than pleased expression as Belial spoke. He'd be locked in here for hours. It was only mid afternoon.

His hands flexed when they were let free, one moving to run his fingers through Belial's long hair while the other rested lightly on his muscular shoulder.

His lips parted in a soft moan when he was teased through the bars again, hips rocking up against Belial's fingers.

Was Belial going to tease him all evening like this?

The Fallen smirked softly, leaning into the touch of his Mate's fingers in his hair.

He moved slowly, straddling Zakhar's hips, pressing his backside down against the man's caged crotch.

"I've always liked the look of metal against your skin."

He purred, his fingers reaching beneath him to tug softly on Zakhar's piercing from between the bars of the cage.

His tongue laved slowly over his lower lip when Belial shifted to straddle his lap.

He caught his lip in his teeth, letting his teeth scrape against the skin as it was slowly released.

Belial hadn't straddled him like this in a while. Seeing him like this was hot. Feeling his Master's hot skin rub against him; knowing that if he wasn't in his cage he'd feel his backside rubbing against his arousal...

His hips jerked and he gave a moan when his piercing was pulled at.

Belial smirked as his body changed, shifting on top of the man until he took on female form.

"You're so cute, Zakhar."

She chuckled, her exposed body pressing down against the man's caged crotch.

Her hand reached down, stroking his hair out of his face as she leaned down and kissed him.

Lia.

Zakhar hadn't seen Lia in over a month. Belial had felt particularly cruel this Season. He'd kept the two of them locked tight and dominated them brutally.

He hadn't felt Lia's gentle, teasing touch at all in the last month.

Zakhar leaned into the gentle touch of the woman's fingers brushing hair out of his face, a soft smile curling his lips.

The kiss was made rough by Zakhar's teeth catching the woman's lip, scraping it hard. His mouth moved desperately against hers. He missed her.

The Fallen gave into the Lycan's desperate kiss, kissing him back with equal fervor.

Her hands cupped his cheeks tenderly as her mouth worked against him with force.

She had missed him too, they connected on a more emotional level when the Fallen took on this form.

Lia refused to be separated from him for long and by the time their lips finally parted she was panting heavily.

Zakhar panted softly, his head falling back onto the pillow when she finally pulled back.

He knew Belial was the same person as Lia. But there were slight differences between the two that made them seem slightly different in his head.

"Missed you," he murmured softly when he gained his breath back a bit.

A soft smile curled his lips as he gazed up at her.

His silence stretched for a few moments before his lips parted again. "I have something to ask, Mistress."