Angel and Demon [Belial]

[Belial Bane]

Belial just stood, only a short arms length between the two men, studying his new victim. He watched each and every single movement to make sure he forgot nothing, that nothing Reikas did would be left to chance and nothing would be allowed to give him hope. He started to feel very pleased the other man was shirtless now, he knew how vulnerable it could be with nothing to shield you body from the cold, or whatever stalked within it. He made a small mental note to himself, that he would always make sure his new victims had little clothing to protect themselves. He wanted to touch him now, but the fear wouldn't be strong enough yet, he knew he had to do more before he would allow himself.

It was the most silent assault Belial could have made and he began to make a hand reach around Reikas neck, a hand that could only be described as cold, demonic and most importantly rough. Touch was an important part of making a fear real, and as the hand gripped the back of Reikas neck firmly but not enough to hurt him (much) he leaned in, whispering into his ear like faceless voice in the dark. "You've lived too long... Richard." The voice was dark, and cold and Belial wasn't sure what this name meant to Reikas, but his instinct had told him it was the right thing to do, and so far, it had never been wrong.

He was only inches away from the other man now, his hot, harsh breath against Reikas neck and it would have only meant moving a few more centimeters to touch the man and take all the fear he wanted, but still Belial controlled himself (just) wanting to make the fear more pure, make the ecstasy that was to come be more powerful for both of them, he wanted it more than he could even start to comprehend.

[Reikas Esterion]

Time skipped a beat, then froze its way through Reikas' body like ice. The demon's lips parted as the cold seeped its way down his spine and through the rest of his body, a bone-jarring terror he weakly tried to fight as he raised weak and violently shaking hands to the grip on his neck. That word...that name, the name of weakness, of humanity, of a past long forgotten but never quite dead. How could he know. How could he know?! It sucked the life from Reikas like nothing else and replaced it with sweat and tremors. Nothing reminded him of his own terrible mortality than that...that awful, human name.

His head started to shake of its own accord, back and forth, an automatic, terrified denial. His lips mouthed the same, wordless pleas he didn't have the strength to voice. He could feel it behind him, but he didn't dare look. He didn't want to, he didn't dare see the face of his executioner, the demon he'd begged for this life, here to take it from him with the same careless cruelty he knew he was powerless against. The only demon left alive to know that name, the name he'd stripped from the man like he'd stripped him of everything else, even his dignity. He could never face that demon again. He didn't dare take the chance.

He couldn't close his eyes though. They were wild, searching the darkness for something, anything at all.

"No...no please no...I gave you...everything, y...ou c-can't..." Barely a whisper, with all the weakness of a dying breath, he forced the words from his chest, feeling his own fingers trembling against the terrible grip they fought vainly to take hold of. His arms, his whole body pulsed with adrenaline and rushing heartbeats and breaths that rasped at an already dry throat. Oh god, please, no...

[Belial Bane]

That was it, the moment all creatures had, the height of all their senses and yet they were so powerless. Belial could feel another being coming over him, as if he could no longer control himself, his addiction wanted this now and not even his own mind could stop it. The demonic hand held Reikas there a little longer, one of Belial's hands reaching out - no, he would do one last thing to scare the man, one last hint of fear before Belial would take all that he wanted. Shaking from his excitement he leaned in closer to Reikas neck, his own mouth much less fearsome than the one he tried to project into Reikas mind.

Rough and yet strangely familiar lips placed themselves on Reikas neck as if to bite it and all the fear seemed to rush in towards Belial's body, making him shake from wing tip to his feet and give out a strange cry, no longer able to keep up such a false image of reality, the room suddenly rushing back to what it truly was, and the once false demon showing itself to be Belial. Ecstasy. There was nothing else for Belial. His eyes had gone a strange shade of red, unlike they had ever been in the presence of Reikas and wings had spread out to their fullest.

His whole body had changed, his veins even more prominent than before, blood obviously rushing throughout his whole body like there was a sudden need for more. He fell backwards, landing with a rather loud thud on the floor. His wings didn't soften the blow but Belial felt no pain, pure fear was a drug that made him feel nothing else, and he would be in a very unresponsive state for the next few minutes.

[Reikas Esterion]

Everything spiked and Reikas' mind went white as he felt the thing move, laying its mouth against him, about to bite or suck out his soul or--or--!!

Just as a tiny cry of death escaped his lips, the whole room swallowed him up once again and everything was gone. He whipped around, free of the hand, and the sensory overload of the terror, the room, and the demon on the floor made his head spin sickeningly. He wobbled as if trying to walk, then his knees just gave out and he collapsed with a quieter but just as unceremonious series of thuds, and lay there. His mind desperately wanted to shut down and the whole room swam and fuzzed through his sideways vision, but his body was too strong, too used to years and years of abuse, too surrounded by Belial's bliss pounding through him, to let that happen.

It took a long span of endless seconds for him to be okay again. For a while, he lay there, shaking like a leaf in the wind, violent and helpless, his heart violently demanding release from its ribcage prison as he struggled to breathe, but Belial helped. Without doing a thing his ecstasy filled the room and Reikas, quickening his recovery and restoring his senses, clearing the mess of chemicals from his bloodstream and calming him down.

He didn't even know he was crying until his weak and shaky arms pushed himself up and he felt the tears trace new paths down his cheeks. He sniffed loudly, and took a few deep breaths, feeling his arms steady slowly. He looked back at the prone mara wordlessly. It wasn't moving. One sweaty palm smudged the tears around his face in a vain attempt to clear them away, and he wiped it on the floor. He was cold now, the air drying the slick sheen of perspiration that covered his exposed skin.

He crawled his way lethargically over to Belial and sat back on his knees, looking down at the mara. It looked like a drug user post-hit, except...hauntingly beautiful. Or beautifully haunting...

Reikas' eyes traced the prominent veins lacing through the creature's body. How ethereal. He could see how this creature was crafted by a god, even if only as a god's mistake.

He looked down at himself, and wiped the sweat from around his lips, and wiped that on his jeans, and...laughed. Quietly at first, in pure relief, but mounting slowly to something almost hysterical. It was still fairly quiet though, he didn't want to take his mistress. No, she was a thousand miles away now, it was only him and Belial.

He laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and fresh tears streamed down his face, and when he was done he felt empty. Empty and hollow but satisfied, like a pipe forcefully and unexpectedly cleaned of a buildup of gunk. Fresh. He licked his dry lips, and then laid down, on his side, his back against Belial's side, his head on the man's left arm, and took his arm in Reikas' own hands, and stayed there. His own skin was cold to the touch, Belial felt warm. Eyes open, staring at the wall, surrounding himself physically and emotionally with Belial's presence, his mind was empty, reduced to little more than a child in the aftermath of the internal storm he had just weathered...and survived.

[Belial Bane]

It took rather a long time for Belial to even remember to breath, to remember that he was alive. His body was still tingling from the feeling of pure terror that had flooded his veins, he could barely move, his whole body filled with such a wonderful sensation. It seemed like a lifetime before he noticed Reikas again, and watched him with a curious eye as he laughed more like a mad man. A flickering thought thinking he may have frightened him into insanity, but it was soon extinguished by feeling the pure bliss inside him. What did he care as long as the man was still happy? He felt Reikas lay beside him, and a little on him and a smile spread across his lips he made sure his wings were down on the floor like a soft blanket between Reikas and the floor.

Belial tried to speak, but the words seemed to escape him as they often did and normally he would have left it there, but considering the man had been so kind to him he made sure to try again. "Reikas..." He whispered, his voice barely loud enough to hear, with a slight stutter that he couldn't stop, "A-are you alright?" Belial didn't actually know why he was asking that, right now he didn't have a single care in the world, but he thought it the best thing to do. With some effort, Belial turned a little, so that his chest was against Reikas' back and his other arm (that wans't being lent on) went over the other man, to comfort him.

[Reikas Esterion]

Reikas made a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a whimper in response. He curled himself more into Belial, and reached up with his left hand to interlace his fingers with Belial's right. He blinked a few times, took a breath, and really steadied himself. Talking. Belial had asked a question. Speech. Required for response.

He did manage a nod beforehand, though. "Yeah...y...yes. Yes." The simple act of proper speech seemed to empower him, and he smiled. "I am. Christ..."

Thought slowly returned as well, and he started laughing again, quietly to himself, but it tensed his whole body. He was such an idiot. What an arrogant fool he was. How dare he think he could just...take whatever Belial threw at him and pretend he was afraid, like a kid just a little too old for that haunted house? He always...did that. Always thought he was better, stronger, more resistant, somehow, than the people he subjected himself to. stronger than the men and women, demons, humans, and vampires, who prided themselves on their manipulative skills practiced and perfected throughout a lifetime, or naturally acute and powerful. He was always sooooo arrogant. Yes Reikas, you can take it. No problem, he's just going to be a little creepy and then we can snuggle in bed. Not for a second had the demon thought he'd be reduced to a quivering mass on the floor, sweat-soaked and sobbing, the burning eyes of Belial and Rasi'il still fading from memory.

What a proud, arrogant fool who'd gotten exactly what he deserved. He'd never learn. Never ever ever and that was why he laughed. He laughed because he knew it. He lived for it. He lived to tempt the fates, believing himself some kind of god at his height and never learning when he was dragged back down to hell. It was funny. It was as perversely funny as a cruel businessman losing everything, that sick satisfaction brought on by justice at its very finest.

He relaxed in Belial's arms; really relaxed, for the first time. Every muscle that should have been aching but would instead in a matter of seconds be ready for more slowly released its tension with a collective sigh.

He blinked just as slowly, leaving his eyes closed for a second or so before reopening them, and asked in response, "...Are you?"

[Belial Bane]

Belial had to think about the answer he wanted to give for a while. Was he alright? He wasn't sure anymore, he wasn't even sure who he was right now so it was hard to answer. He smiled feeling the hand grip his own and it was a instant reaction to hold it back, rather tightly. He made a soft noise and his other wing wrapped gently around them both like a blanket, those rugged feathers brushing softly over Reikas naked upper half. His face hid itself in the nape of Reikas neck and his words were very soft and gentle. "I think so... I can't feel anything bad."

With a soft movement Belial's free arm stroked Reikas' side, trying to comfort him more than he had, he was enjoying this, being completely care free, somewhere safe that he knew he could fall asleep without having to worry about where his next meal was coming from. Right now he thought he would never need to feed again.

[Reikas Esterion]

Oh, this was bliss. Better than the old days, Reikas would swear up and down. Those feathers were a godsend, a warm gift graced to him alone for his endurance and strength, and they felt marvelous against his skin.

He laughed quietly at the given response, but it turned into a sort of humming purr as Belial's fingers traced his skin.

"Good," he murmured, half-into the other's arm. "Good..." God, what a rejuvenation. The sad part was that unlike Belial appeared to be, Reikas wasn't in the least bit tired anymore. He was calm, but he wasn't tired. Near-death fright would take it out of any normal being, but those muscles once quivering with anxiety had been replenished with fuel before they could even tire, and remained awake now and at top form. The rest and recovery process had been sped exponentially by the mara now surrounding him with its beautiful warmth and waves of contentment. He was still cold, though, but he was dry now, for the most part, save for areas like around the waist of his jeans where the denim had soaked up some of the sweat. He'd be cold for a while, too, especially if he remained here, unmoving, which, to be honest, was was quite content to do. Well, perhaps he wouldn't mind transferring their collective position to the bed, but he didn't dare ruin the moment. Belial's wing was more than soft enough anyway.

Oh goodness, he realized he was in fact laying on the mara's other wing. He hoped it didn't hurt. He wasn't the lightest of gentlemen out there. Well, if Belial wanted to move, he wouldn't protest. He wouldn't protest anything, at this point.

Anything...Mmmm. That drifting hand was intoxicating. He wanted to shift, to give Belial more space to wander, but he didn't. He doubted anything like that was on the mara's mind. He'd let Belial have the moment right here, leave him alone, and enjoy the little comforts he gifted to his pet, like that lovely hand. He was probably tired from his exertions and wish fulfillment anyway. Resisting an addiction was a draining sort of thing. Reikas didn't mind. He just hoped that Belial was satisfied with his performance.

[Belial Bane]

There was a soft noise coming from Belial's mouth, as if he was trying to hum a little but didn't have the amount of energy to do so. This was a little far from the truth, he wasn't really in the mood to sleep, but his body didn't want to move just yet, he was still caught in the moment of bliss, but he noticed the feeling coming back to his body, slowly draining back into reality. The wing under Reikas twitched a little, noticing the weight on it, it wasn't painful, but it was strange not being able to move it. His other wing hugged the two together more tightly to try and keep the other warm. He smiled, feeling an emotion stir within Reikas that excited him a little, he wasn't sure exactly what it was, but he rather liked it, letting his hand move up and down the man's side still, letting more fingers touch his skin.

With gentle lips he leaned up slightly, finally willing his body to move and a voice like melting butter whispered into the other mans ear. "If you're cold, you should move~" He wondered if he should tell Reikas now that he could feel a lot more than just fear, but he was worried the man might retreat back into himself, even though they had just shared, what Belial would describe as a 'beautiful fright' one of the most wonderfully experiences he knew of, where one realised they were safe. The feelings coming off Reikas almost made Belial want to touch him more now, placing his rough lips almost casually on his ear like a kiss.

[Reikas Esterion]

As Belial shifted Reikas attempted to shift slightly away to allow the mara to move as he needed, but he was pulled back in by that powerful wing and gladly resumed resting. This time though, he did dare shift his arm up a few inches. Just, y'know...in case.

A line of warmth spread down his spine as Belial spoke, right in his ear. It was a different tone, he realized; nearly a different voice from before the "encounter." It was something....indescribable, really. And he was about to reply when he felt a gesture that couldn't possibly interpreted as ambiguous.

His heart didn't skip a beat. His breath didn't freeze in his chest. All of that had already been done and exhausted. Everything just...paused for an incredulous moment. And then the warmth that had traced its finger down his spine now touched his stomach, and spread its heat outward from there.

He almost did it. He almost turned right there and pressed his lips to Belial's. He wanted to, and for a moment he lay there, paralyzed by the war between desire and proper conduct. A powerful heartbeat broke the spell and he swallowed, then took a breath.

"I'm...quite warm here," he started. Dammit, he didn't want to sound like he was uninterested, but Belial had been overly-affectionate before without obviously coming onto him. "But..."

Oh f*ck it, they were two half-naked men lying in each others' arms, and Belial had just kissed his ear! Did he need a banner announcing it?! A tingle settled around his lower abdomen as he let go of his hesitance and allowed himself to just want the mara.

He squeezed Belial's hand, then slipped his fingers from it, trying to determine the way to best get up without pressuring the man's wing further. "Let's move to the bed," he said, much more decisively. If he lost the moment, then he'd accept responsibility for it. But enough of this holding back. He'd at least try.

He opted to try to roll forward onto both arms and use his whole forearms to gather himself up rather than just his hands or elbows. Dispel the pressure by widening the base. He knew his basic sciences.

[Belial Bane]

There was a small chuckle as Belial felt the the tingles run into his own stomach, he loved sharing feelings, and this night he was glad they were Reikas', and he loved how much the man was trying to hide what he wanted, because it only made things more fun. He watched the man move away, not very pleased with his now empty hand and his other hand no longer having anything to touch and with small flickers of wings he stared to feel the cold, a very large shiver now running down his prominent spin. Luckily for him, his wings had taken a lot worse that a simple man rolling off them, and this made him smile how careful Reikas was being with him. He wanted to just pull the other man back down to show him just how tough his wings really were but he decided it wouldn't be a great idea.

Once Reikas had removed himself from the tattered wings Belial moved onto his back, giving his wings a little room to shake before sitting up. His head spun a little after laying down so long and this only added to the feeling he was getting from Reikas, but not wanting to appear as if he could feel the other man's feelings he stood, stretching his entire restored body, his wings stretching even more than before with their new found freedom, a few spare feathers falling to the floor.

There was something different about the way he looked, now standing at his full height, it was clear to see that fear had made him look less demonic, and he felt and looked a lot more confident in himself and with a grin across his face like a man who had just won what his heart desired he stared at Reikas again, wondering what the man would do next.

[Reikas Esterion]

Reikas picked himself up rather quickly and also stretched, but not extravagantly. He brought his arms back behind him and forward again, but his attention was shamelessly drawn to the full display of Belial extending himself out to the maximum. Those wings were magnificent, and their span was huge. he couldn't help but pity Belial as he watched some feathers cascade to his floor, though. That had happened when they were walking from the park as well, and he wondered how many fell out and how often. He'd leave them there tonight though, they'd be a nice present tomorrow to hold the memory of their first night together. He hoped his weight hadn't pulled them out accidentally.

Sneaking a look at Belial himself while the mara still stretched, Reikas couldn't stop a smile. He looked...better, somehow. Belial looked and felt wonderfully happy, and this pleased Reikas greatly. He himself felt wonderful, not ready for bed but willing to go anyway.

When Belial looked over at him he dropped his gaze quickly so as not to be caught staring. He looked down at his jeans. They'd have to come off. They were cold and slightly wet around the waist still because they were denim and denim took forever to dry out naturally and therefore were quite uncomfortable, but...just strip 'em off here and now? He had boxers on, but...

Screw it. Grinning down at his jeans, he undid the button, and walked over to his dresser. He had some thin flannel pajama pants, a few pairs, and looked back at Belial.

"You gonna sleep in those or do you want to borrow some pajamas?" he asked. "I've got several sizes." And he did, he asked Irina to get him several because of the unstable nature of his body's weight and dimensions. He didn't want her getting deathly ill for a week and a half and then suddenly having to buy out the belt store because his abs disappeared.

He dropped trou' shamelessly, revealing red plaid boxers, and pulled open the top drawer, rooting around inside for some oddly matching red plaid flannel pants. Loose, comfortable, and with a drawstring for easy removal adjustability, he pulled out these and another pair in solid navy blue and brandished the latter at Belial.

"They're comfy!" he enticed in a sing-song, grinning. And so they were quite comfy. Not to mention thinner and more responsive than jeans.

[Belial Bane]

Belial had noticed he was looking directly at him and he couldn't help but chuckle under his breath again. There was a little less stretching now and his wings shivered down, resting at a much lower height than they did normally which gave away just how relaxed and purely happy he felt. He watched in silence as the other man seemed to strip in front of him and a smirk played across his face again, taking a few, short steps towards his new companion. He loved like a dream, taking the easy way of moving he was behind Reikas in less than a few seconds and looking over his shoulder, making sure that one of his wings bent around to touch the other man's shoulder, he loved the touch.

He grinned looking down at the rather large amount of different pajamas, it didn't occur to him that he would have so many because of fluctuating health and he couldn't help but laugh, this night, most like other nights, he wasn't actually wearing boxers. Without a word he took the navy pajamas off Reikas, letting his hand trace over the other mans slightly and he turned, the same slim fingers undoing his trousers before letting them drop. Luckily for Belial, his wings covered a little of his backside, but there was enough for Reikas to stare at and Belial wondered just how worked up he could get the man before he snapped."Thank you Reikas~" He purred, turning his head to watch the other man, he wanted to see the look on his face when he spotted his butt, for he was rather proud of it.

[Reikas Esterion]

Touch. Touch touch touch, all these lovely little touches and Reikas picked up on every one. His smile held something knowing, but disappeared when Belial's pants descended. Oh. Ohhh. Commando. Now that just wasn't fair. He could not sleep next to a man he knew not to be wearing any form of underwear like that and just...lie there. But he didn't have lube!! The thought was a whine in his head, a desperate disappointment. What a fine behind, too; what he could see of it, at least. But he had a strict no-dry policy with people who weren't his master. How awfully disappointing.

He was staring in full-on longing and frustration when he realized Belial was talking to and looking at him. He flushed a cherry red and grinned in slight embarrassment.

"My pleasure," he managed, bending down to slip his own pants on while still looking up at Belial. The effect unbalanced him, and he gracefully fell into a lean against the dresser, looking only half-unintentional. He got them on and straightened up, then tied the drawstring in a loose bow. The color hadn't left his cheeks. They were quite close now...Quite close indeed...

He looked at the man with that same goofy grin, his turn to wonder what would happen next.

[Belial Bane]

There was an obvious shiver all over Belial's body as he kept catching the feelings of pure lust from Reikas and there was truly something he wanted now, but he wasn't about to make the first move. Yes, he was going to have to tempt Reikas even more, and he knew just how to do it; he carefully bend down, his wings covering even less of his backside down before placing the night garments on and pulling them up without tightening them at all, which made them loosely hang on his hips. He turned to face Reikas again with a smirk on his face, the pajamas were hanging low enough to show off the 'v' which was so perfectly formed by his skinny body.

He walked towards the other man, wings flexing slightly with excitement as he stared into his eyes, he had said very little since feeding so fully, mostly because his voice had changed and he knew it. He felt he should say something, but wasn't sure what people would normally say in times like this, he hadn't really even gotten into these situations, too scared to become addicted to yet another bodily pleasure. He took a deep breath, standing right in front of the other man now. "Reikas... I'm not really tired..." He confessed, hoping this would encourage the other man a little more, still staring into his eyes.