The Decision Has Been Made

The Demon chuckled, the noise taking on a much more sinister sound than it usually did, it sounded cold and detached.

"Then get over here and eat."

He muttered as his hands moved to unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling out his hardened member.

It took a lot of alcohol, unspeakable amounts, to have an effect on a Demon. Belial hadn't stop drinking since he had left, it had taken three days for him to get to this tipsy state.

He would have to work towards getting Belial to cook him a proper meal.

That was fair enough.

Though he wasn't happy about the method Belial had chosen to make him work for it. He'd have to swallow Belial's semen. The thought made him uncomfortable.

But if he didn't do that he'd get nothing else.

Steeling himself for the unpleasant experience, he crawled over to the edge of the bed, hands resting lightly on the Demon's thighs as he leaned over to lap at the head of his master's arousal before taking it into his mouth.

His head bobbed steadily, eyes sliding shut.

Zakhar would be able to smell it, the scents of countless others that had been on the Demon's body in the last few days, the scents weren't easy to pick apart from one another, there were too many, they simply blended together.

Belial had been to his harems, enjoying the 'company' of those that lived in the manors that he owned, it have been too long since he had enjoyed.

The Demon's head tilted back as he moaned softly, his eyes sliding shut as the Lycan took him into his mouth.

How many woman had sat on him, how many men had done exactly what Zakhar was doing to him right now in the last few days, too many.

He wanted to ignore all the scents he could smell.

He had to for his sanity.

Belial could fuck whoever he wanted. Zakhar had no say. He had to squash that jealousy he felt.

It was Belial's choice to decide who he fucked; not Zakhar's.

His teeth scraped gently against his shaft, tongue laving over him gently.

The scraping of teeth against him drew a more substantial moan from the Demon's lips.

"Harder."

He demanded, gripping onto Zakhar's hair and forcing it down as Belial thrust his hips up.

If he wanted gentle lapping he would've found some skill-less human girl, he expected more, and better things from Zakhar.

He tried not to gag when his head was forced further down the Demon's shaft.

It took a moment to compose himself but when he did he followed the Demon's order. His head bobbed faster, teeth scraping against him a little harder.

His tongue lapped at him eagerly.

One hand slid from the Demon's thigh to stroke and massage his balls gently.

He wanted him to come soon. As much as he hated it, he wanted Belial's come. He was hungry and that would be all he got unless he pleased his Master greatly.

He loved those little struggled noises Zakhar made when he was force to take more than he was ready for, having the Lycan gag on him was amusing.

Idly he wondered how long it would take for him to wear down the Lycan's gag reflex until he no longer had one.

He gave another moan, his back arching as his hips jerked eagerly into the man's mouth.

His eyes fluttered shut as his head dropped back onto the pillow, he was enjoying this immensely.

Zakhar wished he was enjoying this as much as his Master.

He wished he didn't feel the dread seeping into him at the thought of having to swallow when his Master released.

Belial hadn't made him swallow like this before.

He wasn't forcing him to swallow now. he had given him an ultimatum. Swallow this or get absolutely nothing.

His teeth scraped over Belial's shaft once again, the massaging of his fingers becoming a little more firm.

Belial could feel heat spread through his pelvis, he wasn't going to try and hold out or any such thing, coming brought momentary gratification, something he wanted right now, to feel sated instead of angry.

His grip on Zakhar's hair tightened as his head tilted back further, his lips parting as he panted softly as the feeling of the Lycan's fingers and teeth pulled him closer and closer to the edge.

After a few long moments he moan loudly and came hard, releasing into the man's mouth with a please shudder.

He wanted to pull away; to turn his head and spit.

But the grip in his hair prevented him from doing so.

Reluctantly, he swallowed what was in his mouth, a low groan of disgust sounding in his throat.

He hated it. He truly hated it.

But he could feel it slick down his throat and he pretended it was water. Something to drink. Something that could sate his thirst.

Slowly and gently, his tongue lapped at his Master's member to clean him.

"You don't like my taste, Zakhar?"

He muttered with a falsely hurt voice before chuckling softly, he no longer cared if the Lycan didn't like it, he would do as he was told.

"Semen is high in protein, it's good for you."

He added, a smirked turned up on his lips as the Russian cleaned him.

The crueler he was, the further he kept the man away the less pain he felt, soon he would be sealed off again, blind to his affections, bound in the protective barrier that was his hatred.

He stayed silent.

The Lycan pulled back once he had finished cleaning him off and knelt with the same silence.

Not once had he looked up at him. Not once had he spoken. He had done what Belial told him like a good Slave.

What Belial was doing annoyed the Lycan greatly. But he understood it. He was taking out his anger and frustrations on him by making him do things that he knew got to him; scared him, made him uncomfortable.

He was doing it to try an relieve his frustrations.

In time he hoped the Demon would calm and treat him a little less...cruel. It could happen eventually. he didn't know when. He didn't know how long the Dmeon could be angry or hurt for.

But he would wait out. He would be the Demon's good little Slave. Do everything he wanted of him. Earn whatever he needed. He'd be good to get his meals and drinks. He'd be extra-good to get the possibility of sleeping in the same bed as Master. And maybe eventually he would get the pleasure of some bonding time with master like he used to.

Belial was spiteful and Zakhar had hurt him, he couldn't see that far into the future.

Sure Zakhar could earn small rewards, food, drink, perhaps he would be allowed to sleep in the bed at some point if he pleased him enough.

However Belial didn't see bonding in their future, he didn't want to, bonding was what had caused this problem in the first place.

He would not open up again, he would remain a mystery to the Lycan, those sweet times would fade in time and be forgotten, at least, that is what he planned on doing.

Belial got to his feet silently and walked over to the bathroom, he was sticky and stunk, he needed a shower.

Zakhar sat silently.

Silence.

It was all he would know until Belial gave him permission to speak. When would that be? Hours? Days? Would he be allowed to speak more than a few words at a time?

Time would tell.

His eyes slid up do watch Belial through his lashes as he made his way to the bathroom. His back was to him; he couldnt see Zakhar looking at him. He was safe for now.

Belial stepped under the scolding water, which ran down his bare body, washing away the unwanted scents that clung to him like the whore-mongering women and men that they belonged to.

He let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his eyes, he felt like shit, his head pounded, his eyes were sensitive to light and his throat felt dry.

Drugs, sex and alcohol, he was a role-model Demon right now, basking in sin. However all he felt was the crashing low as he came down from his momentary high.

When he was clean he slipped out of the shower and dried himself walking out into the room and slipping on a fresh change of clothes, dark grey sweatpants and a black wife-beater.

"Fuck Tony, fuck Achinoam, fuck Aofh...."
He cursed a few more names under his breath, he resented everyone right now.

He listened silently as Belial showered.

For once he wanted to be in that shower with him. To hold him. Hug him. Kiss him. He wanted to be there in that shower with him.

Zakhar gave a shaky sigh, hands clenching.

Already he missed their gentle moments. He wanted them again. He wanted to be able to lie with his lover and just be with him. He never cared about the collar around his neck. It meant little when they were bonding.

They were two people in love.

His stormy silver eye turned up to Belial when he started cursing people. He waited for his name to be said.

"...fuck lucifer and fuck you father."

He muttered, kicking the wardrobe firmly as he glared out the window and into the night air.

Zakhar's name never came, despite everything, despite how hurt he was, he would never curse the Lycan, he would never wish anything bad upon him.

He was mad at himself, instead he hated everyone around him for being influences in his life.

He was tipsy and still high and he was angry, it was a dangerous mix which set him on edge.

His name never came.

He was shocked. He expected to be one of the first on the list of people the Demon would curse for his anger and hurt. but he wasn't. Belial hadn't cursed him.

More than ever, Zakhar wanted to reach out and hug his Master.

But he stayed silent. Watching the Demon through his lashes.

"Get out."

He muttered softly as he leaned against the window sill, Belial still had some dignity left, Zakhar didn't need to see him like this.

Despite his earlier actions he didn't want to lash out and seriously injure the man, but in his current drug fuel rage it was a likely outcome if the Lycan stayed close to him tonight.

He would go find the man when he had come down in the morning, but tonight, he wanted to be alone, he had, had enough company the last few days to last him an eternity.

His lips parted to refuse before they closed again.

Now was not the time to be defiant.

He stood silently and moved over to the desk, pulling on his clothes quickly before moving to the door.

He paused before he stepped outside.

Belial could punish him for this later. "Goodnight, Master." And then he disappeared. instead of heading to his room, he left the mansion.

He wanted to go walk in the woods or go down to the beach for a while.

His eyes narrowed as Zakhar spoke, he didn't want to hear that voice, the voice that he had spent hours talking to as they lay out beneath the stars or jumping upon one another in the ocean.

He couldn't look into those eyes, eyes which had lit up with emotion when he had confessed his love, eyes that had looked down at her so adoringly as they walked hand in hand before he embraced her.

As Zakhar closed the door Belial picked up a book from the shelf and ditched it roughly at the door, causing a loud bang to echo through the hallway.

"I still love you, Zakhar."
He muttered beneath his breath as he tore his eyes away from the closed door.