[C] An Unwelcome Guest

Cu'Silt's brows furrowed slightly as they entered the kitchen, there were some aspects of the over-world that he didn't understand, their ways were different up here and food was one thing that was very different.

His eyes trailed over what Coilean was eating, unsure of what cereal was.

He walked over and grasped onto the box when the man was done with it, placing his hand in, taking a small amount and placing it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

His lips pursed as he swallowed it, he wasn't a fan of that at all.

"You eat this?"

He asked rattling the box disapprovingly.

"It's not everyone's favourite," was his response.

"If I could cook worth a damn, I'd have put some bacon on or something."

Coilean leant against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "I might be able to do toast. What could go wrong with toast?" he asked himself, very unconvinced in his own abilities to use anything that involved cooking.

"Could make you a cold cut, though." Sandwiches he could do.

"What do you usually eat?"

Silt just raised a brow as Coilean spoke, it was as though the man was using a different language, he had studied the overworld for a long time, watching it intently from hell, but there were some things that he couldn't understand because he had never experienced them before.

"What do I usually eat?"

What ever he could catch, he was quite a good hunter when he tried.

"People."

He replied, humans specifically, any poor soul who found themselves cast down into the pits.

People.

"Sorry, we're fresh out of people. Think Moe took the last for her own breakfast this morning," he snorted in a morbid attempt at a joke. "I'll have to have serious words with her."

"Right, you've got a choice between badly burnt toast and cereal. Make your pick."

They'd have to talk to Belial about what the man could eat as a replacement for people.

He didn't quite get the man's humor, he knew about Vampires, they ate people as well, granted not the whole person, a large waste in Silt's mind.

For all he knew his eating habits would appear quite normal up here among other supernatural creatures.

"I don't know, I don't like this stuff though."

He replied, placing the cereal box down onto the counter, he had assumed that living in the overworld would be quite a simple transition, evidently not.

"Drown it with milk or honey or something."

If you didn't like something, mask the taste of it with something you did like.

"Or pour some blood over it instead of milk if you like the taste of people so much." That would probably be better for the Demon. Granted not by much, but it was something.

Coilean tapped his fingers against his arm as he waited for the Demon to come to a decision.

"Blood works."

He muttered, it was better than nothing at all.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder how difficult it would be to go find a human and make a meal of them.

Though he didn't think that would be happening any time soon, not under the watch of Belial.

He hadn't thought the Fallen would make life so difficult.

Coilean pushed off the counter and padded towards the walk-in refrigerator.

He picked up the first blood bag close to his reach and tossed it out to Silt.

"Dig in," he muttered dryly as he padded back over to pick up his own bowl. Blood coated cereal didn't sound all that appealing to Coilean himself, but who was he to judge.

The Lycan dropped to his knees next to Belial's usual chair and set his bowl down on the floor.

Even when he wasn't in puppy mentality, this just felt more natural now. He hadn't eaten a meal any differently in months.

What he would miss, though, was Belial leaning over to pet him or try to distract him during his meal. Oh well, soon Belial would make him a puppy again and everything would go back to normal.

The Lycan bowed his head to begin chewing on the cereal in the bowl in front of him.

He got the feeling that Coilean wasn't too fond of him being here, the man seem to be much more hostile with him today than he remembered from last night.

Still, it didn't bother him much, he had no opinion about the man as of yet other than him being more merciful than the Fallen, though that wasn't exactly a difficult thing to find.

He sat down at the table and ripped open the blood bag, dipping bits of cereal into the crimson liquid before placing them into his mouth.

He still wasn't fond of it, but it was better than nothing at all.

His gaze turned down to Coilean, such a strange man.

Coilean didn't dislike Silt.

In fact, he quite enjoyed his company. The man was a fountain of knowledge that Coilean constantly wanted to learn from. He wanted to know as much as possible and Silt was providing those answers.

He was just getting more and more grouchy as time went by without crawling around naked on the floor with his tail saying behind him.

Coilean was grumpy without being a puppy.

Silt ate silently, purring softly as the taste of blood swept over his tongue.

He really was hungry and even if this wasn't his usual meal it was enough to quell his hunger slightly.

Idly his hand dropped from the table as he ate, gently stroking over Coilean's back and shoulders.

It seemed like a natural action, Silt had owned hounds before, he knew how much canines liked to be stroked like this, this scene couldn't be more different, yet so similar from his usual life.

Coilean's body gave a little start when he felt Silt's fingers against his back. He hadn't been expecting it.

But he leaned up into the touch after a moments shock.

He loved the feeling of being stroked.

And he showed that by giving a soft, pleased whine as he continued to munch on his breakfast.

Coilean was pet, and even when he was acting human the mannerisms were evident and completely obvious to anyone who knew anything about the lifestyle.

"Good boy."

He praised softly, it was an instinctual thing to say, he had approached a unknown dog whilst he was eating and the creature had remained calm and friendly.

The Lycan lifted his head from his bowl to give a soft yap.

He was finding it hard to remind himself that this wasn't Belial or Zakhar and he wasn't a puppy at the moment.

This felt so natural. Being a good puppy for anyone that was dominant towards him.

Even if it wasn't Belial, he was slowly falling into feeling like a puppy again.

Coilean returned to eating once again, his backside moving a little in the familiar motion that would usually make his tail wag.

A smirk curled at his lips as the man yapped and went back to eating, wagging his backside in the air.

He'd like to see the man in full on puppy mode, little tail sticking out of his ass, crawling around completely naked.

He couldn't help but wonder whether Coilean was a fuckmutt or just a house dog.

Knowing Belial he was leaning more toward the first option.

He couldn't help himself and while Coilean's backside swayed in the air his hand stroked down, smoothing over it.

Even when he was feeling like a puppy, Coilean had the sense to know that touching his backside was a no-go area to anyone that Belial hadn't okayed.

His body curled a little and he gave a soft warning growl.

Don't touch.

Playing was fine. He liked playing. But only Belial was allowed to touch his backside without permission.

He didn't want Belial to punish him.

A small frown graced his lips as he pulled is hand away from the man's backside, giving his head a pat before going back to eating his food.

"Message received loud a clear, no touchy."

He replied, shoving a flew blood covered flakes of cereal into his mouth.

He would have to find a way of occupying his time while he was here, that was if Belial would let him away from this coven at all.

Coilean relaxed again when the hand moved away from his backside.

When Silt stroked his head, he leaned into the Demon's hand with a happy whine.

He loved being stroked, he just didn't want to get punished for letting people touch him in an inappropriate place.

When he was done eating, he sat up, resting his head on Silt's thigh. He blinked lazily up at the Demon, trying to pull his mind back out of puppy mentality.

He hated not being able to be a puppy. It just felt so natural to him.

He wanted Belial to give him his collar again. He wanted to be able to curl up with his head in Belial's lap or roll over onto his back so Belial could give him tummy rubs for being good.

"I like you when you're like this."

He muttered as the man leaned against his thigh, he made a good puppy and it was evident by the way he acted that he wanted to revert back to being this way.

His hand stroked through the man's hair, running his fingers through it slowly.

"If I could leave this house right now I'd take you outside to play."

Playing with animals was one of the small escapes that he allowed himself.

Coilean liked being like this. They were on the same front.

The Lycan wanted to stay like this. He wanted to be like this now without the need to worry about guarding Silt.

The Lycan's silver eyes slid shut and he gave a soft pleased purr when the man's fingers stroked through his hair. He loved gentle stroking like this.

Play was the magic word. A soft whine sounded in response.

He wanted to go outside and play. Playing was fun.

His eyes flickered open and he stared up at Silt pleadingly. Previous orders gone from his mind, he had heard the word play and was firmly in puppy mindset even if he didn't have Belial there telling him to do so.

Silt chuckled as he looked down at the pup and shook his head.

"Are you trying to get both of us killed?"

He asked looking down at Coilean, as much as he would love to get out of this stuffy Mansion and go somewhere that was more his scene he didn't see that happening any time soon.

The Demon sighed and leaned back in his chair, still stroking the man's hair.

Coilean's eyes flickered down and he gave a sad whine, but he didn't push any more.

He knew it was a bad idea, but he wanted to play. Playing was fun and it was something the two could do to keep from being bored.

He nuzzled closer to Silt, eyes sliding shut.

He really should try to drag himself out of his puppy mindset.

What would Belial think if he walked in on the two of them now?

His smile warmed slightly as he shook his head as Coilean nuzzled closer, his hand stroking through the man's hair and over his face gently.

"Tell you what, if you want to, we can go back to the room and I'll pet you as much as you want."

That would at least make up for not being able to leave the mansion.

Coiealn's face brightened in a wide smile.

That was almost as good as going out to play.

He pulled away from Silt so sit back on his heels, hands up in a begging motion as he waited for Silt to finish with his breakfast.

Then they could go and have fun cuddling and Silt could pet him as much as he wanted.

Silt tipped back the last of the blood before getting up, ruffling Coilean's hair and grabbing one more chilled blood bag.

He could drink this while they cuddled, at least it would quell his appetite for a while.

"Come on Coilean."

He called before giving a short whistle for the pup to follow him.

The Demon could play by Belial's rules for now if it ensured his survival.