[C][M] The Summoning

"I'm sure you will."

He was looking forward to seeing it.

It would be funny seeing Maks' attempts at trying to get revenge for this.

No plot would be too much and he was excited to see just how much Maks was going to try to get revenge.

Maks went back to ignoring Lyo idly staring at the screen as he ran through ideas in his mind.

Slowly as the movie progressed a little smirk curled at his lips as a plan began to weave it's way into his mind.

Revenge was always a lot of fun.

Oh, Lyo didn't like that little smirk...

A chill of excitement ran down his spine. He was looking forwards to whatever that little smirk had planned.

By the time the credits rolled on the screen, Lyo was sat forwards on the couch, ready to lunge for the off button.

"Let's go find Belial."

"Hmm?"

Maks replied, being pulled out of his little day dream as Lyo spoke.

"Oh right, Belial, okay."

He replied with a shrug, he had no idea who or what Belial was, besides Lyo's mentor.

Still, if he had answers then it was best to talk to him.

Leaving the plate on the table ad the DVD in the player, Lyo made his way out of the games room, heading upstairs.

"Let's hope he's in a good mood..."

Let's hope he had woken up horny and taken any frustrations out on Zakhar.

When they got to the heavily carved door, Lyo paused before knocking on it gently.

He didn't know what to expect.

Maks followed behind, completely unsuspecting on what he was about to witness.

Belial had woken up a little earlier than usual today and had decided to give Zakhar a little treat.

He had tormented the wolf for the last hour, getting him to the edge of coming before stopping, over and over and over.

Even now he pressed a vibrating wand to the Lycan's testicles, his member wrapped up tightly in a length of leather.

When there was a tentative knock at the door he pulled the wand away again and pinched the tip of Zakhar's arousal firmly, to stop him from getting off.

"Answer the door."

He ordered, laying back on the bed with a purr as he watched the man get up.

Zakhar had been practically clawing at the bedsheets to stop himself from grabbing Belial for the past hour.

His lower lip had been split more than once with the force of his teeth grinding against it and blood coated his chin and cheeks.

Zakhar slumped, whimpering when the wand was pulled away from his aching balls. He muttered a soft curse under his breath, hips jerking as the head of his member was pinched firmly.

His Master was so cruel.

But, he slid off the bed immediately when he was ordered, padding uncomfortably towards the door. He opened it with no care that all he was wearing was a little bit of leather around his cock.

Lyo didn't even glance down to assess Zakhar's naked form. He'd gotten used to seeing the man completely naked over the past year.

"Is Belial free to talk?" the younger Rus asked the older, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

Zakhar looked back at his Master over his shoulder. "Master?"

"Fucking hell."

Maks muttered as Zakhar answered the door, what the hell kind of place where they wandering into if a man like THAT was the one answering the door.

"Let them in."

Belial called out, Zakhar always liked an audience, perhaps he would let him come while Alyosha watched.

He waited for Zakhar was walk back in, his legs parting on the edge of the bed and patting the space between it, he wanted Zakhar sat between his thighs so he could play with the man while they faced their visitors.

"Take a seat Alyosha."

He invited, pointing to the seat directly opposite the bed.

Maks' mouth gaped open as he caught sight of Belial, the man was HOT and his shirt was currently hanging open, moisture clinging to his chest and neck from Zakhar's affectionate mouth.

Zakhar held the door open for Lyo to enter. Lyo muttered a quiet thank you to the Slave as Zakhar closed the door behind him.

The Lycan was quick to return to Belial, happily sitting between his thighs and leaning back against his chest when he was bid to. Zakhar turned his head to press little kisses to Belial's cheek and neck, tongue lapping out occasionally.

Lyo took a seat, glancing back to Maks as he did so.

The ghost looked like a kid in a sweet shop, staring openly at Belial and Zakhar.

"I summoned a spirit last night." No point beating around the bush.

When Zakhar sat back down, Belial's hands found their way into the man's crotch, playing with the leather currently binding his arousal, tightening it and loosening it periodically.

Belial raised and eyebrow at Alyosha, looking at the boy as if he had just said the most stupid thing in the world.

"I can see that, assuming it is the scrawny black haired boy that's currently gawking and floating around you."

He replied before rolling his eyes.

"We spent all night going through this so if you couldn't summon one I'd be pissed off. I take it you want me to get rid of it?"

Wouldn't be the first time someone had summoned a pestering spirit.

Zakhar gave a pleased little moan as Belial began toying with the leather around his member.

Lyo couldn't help the little grin as Belial described Maks to him.

"No," he replied far too quickly and far too loudly when Belial asked if he wanted to get rid of him. Zakhar actually jumped at the volume of the voice. He hadn't expected it. He couldn't once remember Alyosha yelling like that while talking to Belial. "No, no. I don't want him gone."

Lyo settled back into his spot, brushing his hair out of his face.

"I summoned him from Moscow." His gaze turned up to Maks. "In my sleep. I'd like to ask a couple things from you, Belial, but to get rid of him is not one."

Maks growled, giving Belial a glare, he wasn't scrawny, but Zakhar's moans soon stole his attention.

Belial ran a soothing hand over Zakhar's stomach when he jumped, evidently he had come to the wrong conclusion.

He watched Alyosha look at the spirit, his head tilting slightly in interest.

"You summoned him in your sleep? Honestly Alyosha your stupidity knows no bounds, you need to control your magic otherwise you will summon something that you wished you hadn't one day."

Belial rolled his eyes, exasperated by his students antics, though he made himself a little happier by giving Zakhar's arousal a firm stroke.

"Then ask."

He added, he made no promises but the boy could ask.

Zakhar's hips rocked upwards as Belial gave him a satisfying stroke.

"I know," Lyo replied with a sigh. He was getting pretty worried about his power himself.

"First, I need to know how long this will last. He was connected to another Necromancer before I summoned him. Will he go back to that Necromancer any time or is he here now permanently?" He needed to know how long Maks would be here for.

"And I need a way to control my power while I sleep. Last night was evidence enough that I can't control them in my sleep and I dont want to bring anything malicious here."

Lyo hesitated, his gaze turning down before meeting Belial's purple gaze. "Is there a way to bring him back?" Was there a way to bring Maks back in all his glory?

Belial's brows furrowed as he listened to all of the questions.

"He wasn't bound to another Necromancer, if he was, you wouldn't be able to summon him, when a Necromancer summons a spirit it puts a kind of leash around it, connecting it to this world, put two leashes on something and it wont be pulled into a different direction, it will stay where it is."

Belial looked to Maksim, staring at him for a moment.

"What where you connected to?"

It could have been any number of things, his grave, an object, a place of importance.

"A shirt."

Maks replied, chewing on his lip a little.

"If the object is destroyed then so is he, at the moment the leash you put on him is stronger than the force holding him to the shirt, therefore I see no reason that he would be yanked back there."

Belial nodded at the next question.

"I'll create something that you will be able to have around you when you sleep the stop any magic from seeping from your body."

It would be simple enough to do, when he got around to it.

Maks froze at the next question and Belial pursed his lips.

"If his body is still intact then I can force his spirit back into it, however without a body my ability is limited, the Fallen aren't gifted with the ability of resurrection."

He had lost his ability to do that when he fell.

"Though there are some that are."

"So I just need to keep the shirt protected?" Looks like he would be finding a way of getting in touch with Danii again. Have him send over the shirt. Or maybe even go there and pick it up himself just to make sure it would stay safe.

Lyo nodded in thanks. That at least was a weight off his shoulders. No power leakages in the night.

The man's shoulders slumped and his eyes dropped to the floor.

"He died eight years ago." There was no way his body was still intact after so long.

"Do you know anyone that can, without his body?" He kept his gaze on the floor as he asked.

"Eight years? And you haven't passed on yet, or been collected?"

That was interesting, very few spirits stayed in limbo for that long, seems like he had some unfinished business, or just a hell of a lot of burdens.

Maks stayed silent, he didn't want to talk about that, he knew well enough that it was Lyo that was keeping him here all these years.

"A witch or something similar might be able to cook something up, I've heard of cases where witches have forced a spirit into a completely separate body.

I'd suggest seeking out their help, if you can find one, witches are typically quite secretive, for obvious reasons."

A witch.

Lyo bit his lip as he leant back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. How was he supposed to find a witch?

It wasn't like he was able to send out an ad in the newspapers.

NEEDED: ONE WITCH. NEEDS TO BE ABLE TO RESURRECT A MAN WITHOUT BODY. IN INTERESTED CALL-

It wouldn't work.

Zakhar nipped at Belial's jaw, giving a quiet whine.

"Okay," Lyo mumbled. "When will you have the power thing ready for me?" He didn't know what it would be so it would be dubbed 'the power thing' for now.

"If you decide to take that path I would recommend talking to either Tony or one of Aleksandr's boys, they are the most likely to know of any witches hanging around."

Alyosha might just get lucky, go never knew.

"Give me a few days and I'll have Zakhar bring it to you."

He added with a chuckle as the lycan nipped at him, he gave the man a firm squeeze before bringing the wand to press against him again, he wanted Zakhar to come for them.

Lyo nodded slowly.

One of Aleksandr's boys. Aodh or Coilean. Coilean would be the easier of the two to talk to. Aodh still had it out for him.

Maybe he could get lucky.

Zakhar inhaled sharply when he felt the strong vibrations pressed against him again. His hips jerked and he whined, burying his face against Belial's neck.

Lyo tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. "When do you want to meet up for our next lesson?"

"Same time next week, I want to give it a few days to see if the magic blocker will work first."

There was no point teaching Alyosha more magic if he couldn't control it.

Belial's lips kicked up in a smirk.

"Come for me."

He whispered in Zakhar's ear when he hid his face, in one swift movement he pulled the cord off of the man.

Alyosha nodded and pushed himself to his feet.

"I'll see you next week, then. Have Zakhar bring it to my room when it's read."

He turned his back and headed towards the door, calling for Maks to follow him just as Zakhar cried out in release.

The Lycan groaned as he slumped against Belial, nuzzling closer to the Fallen. "Thank you, Master," he murmured softly.

Makes was still gawking when Zakhar came, shivering at the sound.

Once the show was over he followed after Lyo reluctantly.

"Man...fuck."

He murmured as they left.

Belial grinned and pulled Zakhar down with him onto the bed.

"Rest now."

He cooed, stroking hair from Zakhar's face.

"If you ike that, you should come with me next week," Lyo chuckled as he made his way down the hallway.

"Every time I go, he's doing something different to him. I almost feel sorry for the fucker sometimes." Zakhar went through a lot as Belial's slave.

It was actually sort of admirable that he could deal with it all.

"We have a lead now, though. We'll have to go talk to Coilean soon."

"What were they?"

He asked as they walked down the hallway, he was curious, he couldn't tell one species from another.

"So we have to find a witch and what, I'll be alive again?"

It all sounded a little easy. He wished Danii had of known this.

"Should we go see him now? This Coilean person?"

"Zakhar's a werewolf." Lyo paused, turning his gaze to Maks with a little smirk. "And Belial is a fallen angel."

How would Maks react to having met a real 'evil' angel?

Lyo shook his head at the question. "We're dealing with witches. It won't ever be that easy. First I've got to actually convince them to help, then we have to do whatever they want us to do, then its got to actually be done."

That was if they could even find a willing witch in the first place.

"Yeah, probably a good idea. We can go pick up Tuz while we're at it."