"Wine And Snow"
Part 3
by Mel
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
---Sarah McLachlan
The place that Belial appeared in was quite a little different from Lucifer's main hall. The Dark Lord's abode was full of life, this place was almost empty. It was part of the perks of being one of Lucifer's most well loved princes.
Silken hangings of red and gold made up the walls of their room. The bed that took up most of the space was soft and amazingly comfortable. The sheets were silk and rumpled. Cleaning was rarely something on a demon's agenda.
On these rumpled sheets, facing the fire that burned low in the corner, was the demon Asmodeus. The wearing of mortal clothing was usually forgone by demons whilst in hell. However, both Belial and Asmodeus enjoyed the simple pleasure of removing clothing manually. His brother's pale skin shone in the dim light, he wore no shirt as he lay there on his stomach. Red leather pants rode low on his hips, barely even covering the curve of his arse. The top of his head was full of spiky hair, his roots dark while the tips were a frosty blonde. Two horns peaked out of the top of his head and his ruby red tail danced lazily back and forth.
"So how was your morning on Earth, brother of mine?" Belial could hear the teasing grin in his voice, which was confirmed to him when Asmodeus looked over to him. Stormy grey eyes went from teasing to worried in a matter of moments. "Damn! What happened to you?"
The movements following were swift and amazingly graceful as Asmodeus rose, bare feet padding quickly over to his brother, almost a whole head shorter then Belial. Delicate hands wrapped around Belial's arm and he allowed himself to be guided to the bed. He sighed as he fell down into it. Asmodeus fell with him, throwing one leather-clad leg over both of Belial's, curling up to his side like a cat. One hand threaded in Belial's short curls, the other drew patterns on his chest. The taller of the two looked down into full grey eyes. Asmodeus was chewing his lip, a sure sign of his worry. Belial reached out, easing the lip from between the teeth, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb until it drew a smile to them.
"Michael has returned to Earth, I had a run in with him this morning."
Asmodeus made a soft noise, his fingers taking to kneading the soft flesh of his scalp. "Little Bit hurt you?" He pressed his lips to the jaw. "Are you all right?"
Belial had to smile at that. "I guess, you should have seen Luci get all high and mighty when Michael came down into hell though."
There was a soft chuckle as Asmodeus' breath tickled the bare flesh of his neck. "Lucifer mustn't have been impressed by that. He always did enjoy taking the angels down a peg or two." The voice then softened somewhat. "But are you all right, Belial?"
Another sigh. "It's like he doesn't remember what friends we were, Ami, like all that time means nothing to him. He threatened me with his sword, for goodness sakes!"
Asmodeus' voice was soft and cooing. "It's all right, you're home now." And he kissed him, lips sliding on and over the soft ones above him. Two sets of eyes closed, both falling into the gentle, loving, touch.
"I really wished you'd been there, Ami," Belial's lips brushed Asmodeus' with each word.
"Me too," the grey eyed demon returned. "Michael is going to pay dearly for hurting you, brother dear."
A cheeky smile and Asmodeus saw the Belial he knew and loved beyond measure shine through the gloom. "Don't do anything too vicious, my little imp. You love him too, remember?"
Asmodeus pouted, looking thoroughly fuckable. "If you say so, Bell." He didn't sound to disappointed. In fact, he seemed far from it as he slowly ground his hips into Belial's, enticing a delicious groan from the taller demon. "So, how did he look?"
"Hot," Belial breathed, allowing himself to get lost in the sensations his brother created. "I didn't think anyone could look so good in a baby blue suit." Asmodeus pulled a face before licking the pulse that raced at his brother's neck, his hips continuing their slow, torturous, grind against him. "And when he got angry, Ami, you should have seen his eyes flash. I didn't know whether to fight him or slam him down and ravish him. Damn it Ami, I can't talk to you when you're doing that!"
"What?" Asmodeus lifted his mouth from the rapidly bruising flesh of Belial's neck, grinning as he moved suddenly, straddling Belial's hips, bringing them into close contact. The groan that hissed from parted lips was caught by Asmodeus as his own lips covered Belial's, probing furiously. He had had enough talk of Angels who hurt the people he loved, even if the said Angel was someone he too adored.
There was very little finesse to the coupling, Asmodeus wanted nothing more than to drive all thoughts of the Angel from his brother's mind, at least for now. Wanted to erase the sadness from his eyes and replace it with something primal. And so he tangled his fingers in the short curls of his brother's head, his fingers grazing the sensitive horns, making him groan against the exploring lips.
"Let's get you naked," Asmodeus whispered. He took his time, easing the velvet over Belial's body, the taller boy easing his body up so that it the tight material came off with little effort. The studded bracelets disappeared without thought, leaving Belial bare-chested. Asmodeus let his hands trail over the silken olive skin, marveling at the texture in the firelight.
"Oh Ami," Belial whimpered, arching as the fingers scraped teasingly over his nipples.
"I know, Love," Asmodeus kissed him softly, slinking down his lover's body, leaving a burning trail as his lips roamed down the body before him. "I'm right here, I'm not going to let you fall."
His grey eyes caught and kept Belial's, his touch gentle, loving. The taller demon's breath caught at the deep love he saw in those expressive eyes. He was not worthy of such devotion and yet felt exalted to be given it. "I love you so much, Ami," he breathed softly, the raw feelings making the words catch.
"I know," Asmodeus's lips caressed. "I love you too." His tongue joined his lips and he began to lick at the planes of flesh that quivered beneath his touch. Goosebumps rose at the playful touch and he shivered even in the heated room. "You like that don't you?"
"Yes," the whimper was no surprise. "Ami, don't stop, please."
He didn't, he let hid lips move over his lover's body enticing sounds that he knew, touching sensitive hollows and curves that he knew would bring Belial to the brink. He sucked at the rim of his navel, tongue dipping in as his nimble hands rid Belial of the rest of his clothing.
Belial looked down at his brother, falling into the sweet grey eyes of the one he loved. "Why are you still dressed, Ami?"
Asmodeus grinned cheekily as he shimmied out of the red leather pants. "Are you happy now, Bell?"
"Very," he murmured as Asmodeus once again straddled his legs, this time at the knees, bending over Belial's now straining erection. He was slow at taking it into his mouth, his lips hungrily devouring him. Belial groaned, arching up the heat, craving the touch more with every passing moment. And Asmodeus knew it, smiling around him, continuing to go slow. He took his time to love Belial.
Belial was a mess by this time. He was quivering, arching, all but begging Asmodeus. All he sought was completion in the body he adored. Without even realizing it, the thoughts of Michael were completely gone from his mind in favor for his brother's touch.
Asmodeus couldn't handle it any more, his brother's cries were driving him steadily insane. He let him go, reveling in the groan of disappointment from Belial. He rose above him, waiting till he had his full attention. Only when he had the full attention of the demon beneath him, the chocolate hazy eyes looking up at him, did he begin to lower his body down on to Belial.
Asmodeus had to bite his lips to keep from screaming out, letting himself lower slowly. His body welcomed Belial, stretching around him. Only when he was full did he lean down, palms braced on Belial's chest, and covered his mewing lips with his.
Belial was allowed to set the pace, moving slowly beneath the brother whose lips were roaming against his own. He could feel the love pour from Asmodeus' very soul, slipping into him. He wrapped his hands around his brother, pulling him as close as he could, rocking into him. He broke the kiss slowly, the pleasure building, his lips fastening around one of the two horns on Asmodeus' head, sucking the sensitive horn slowly.
"I love you," the words became a mantra against his flesh as Belial continued to hold the smaller man in his arms. "Bell." His name was a soft whimper as Asmodeus came, his body squeezing his, pulling him with him. "Oh, Bell."
Belial felt the exhaustion of the day settle into his limbs as he snuggled in his brother's hold. It was not long before his eyelids closed and he felt himself drift off to sleep.
Asmodeus waited till he felt his brother slip into the rest he needed before easing off him. With a thought he was dressed, black slacks and mesh shirt meant to tempt even the most chaste of humans covered his light skin. He smiled down at his brother, letting his lips press a kiss to his forehead. Another thought brought the fire in the corner higher, and it would burn so till he returned, keeping his brother warm.
His expression became severe as he turned from Belial, finally letting the fury, which he had kept aside in order to comfort, rise to the surface. "How dare you hurt the one I love, Angel, and I don't care if I did love you once. I'm not going to let you hurt him and have it go unpunished."
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