Say Thy Name

To be fair, there were no evil intentions the night they met. It simply....ended with evil. Perhaps that is too vague. Perhaps it doesn't shed enough light on the horrific actions taken that night. People had died. People had suffered. They wept and bled and sacrificed life and limb that night.

No one had planned for it. However, remorse and regret has never changed a thing, has it? Realizing the wrong already done won't change the past. Nothing can change what those fools did that night.

And young, delicate Marama would never forget what they had done to him; could not forget, could not forgive them for offering him to the devil on a silver platter, all to save their own skin.

One day, he knew, they would burn. Their own demons would drag them to hell, no matter how much they ignored him when he walked their streets, when he stared them down and dared them to call out the dead man walking. He would make sure they knew his pain.

For now, he was but a slave to a demon, one of cunning and evil.

And Arviyak knew of Marama's anger, of his rage and his desires; the demon fed off of it, thrived in the storm of his prize's hatred and suffering.

Even now, he kept a tight leash on his human pet. Marama silently organized his notecards, ignoring the burn of claws digging into his naked thighs. He had grown used to it. The demon only wanted his attention, to scare him, to devour his fear.

Arviyak didn't scare him anymore, though. Only the flames of his revenge kept him from simply giving in to the demands laid before him.

Of course, Arviyak is...difficult to resist.

The raven hair that fell over Marama's shoulder, the pale skin of his big, rough hands - the dark contrast of his claws, the way his fingers clasped so tightly around his thighs. He couldn't ignore the hot breath against his neck, the wolf-like teeth that grazed over his cheek, the lobe of his ears.

Very difficult to resist. A little indulgence didn't hurt, but he had to fight just a little, to keep the demon from claiming his soul instead of just his body.

"You belong to me." The deep, raspy voice in his ear seemed to echo and ring, making Marama's hands shake and nearly drop the stack of notecards.

He turned his head, lifting his gaze to meet the two-toned eyes of crimson and gold.

"I know." Marama sighed, closing his eyes as soft lips brushed over his jaw. "You burned your mark into my skin, how could I ever forget that I just your property?"

The demon's reply was to only laugh, a dark and sinister sound that he knew all too well. It usually meant pain in his future.

"Ah, my sweet, you are far too clever for me." Arviyak straightened up, hands finally withdrawing from his thighs, claws leaving deep scratches in the fatty flesh.

"Does that mean you'll let me go?"

"Never."

"I suppose I must continue to be clever, then." Marama tutted, turning his attention back to his notecards. Anyone else would be terrified, laying in this giant lavish bed of violet sheets, laid up with this beast pretending to be a man. He, however, knew that this beast had no plans to kill him, nor force him upon his back.

No, Arviyak had...better ways of tempting his prize.

The warm hand upon his back, fingertips just barely grazing the brand that marred his dappled skin. The mouth that kissed upon his neck, murmuring promises to be gentle this time, to be kind. The promise to make him feel good, to make him forget.

"Stop that." Marama finally snapped, slamming his stack of notecards down on the bed in front of him. "You know I need these for work!"

"You have time in the morning." Arviyak was already pulling him backwards, moving the small, delicate youth into his lap with no effort. "I want you beneath me now."

"You may own my body, but you don't own my time, Arv'."

"Not yet." The demon grinned, forked, snake-like tongue flicking out at Marama's face. "But you'll give in to me, one day. We both know that there is not enough rage in this fleeting world to keep your soul out of my hands."

Marama couldn't give a reply to that, couldn't prove him wrong. Not yet. But he also knew there was no point in keeping what Arviyak wanted away from him.

Really, the sex wasn't even that bad. It was great, actually. And because of that, he decided he'd ignored the demon long enough.

"Ma-ra-ma." He turned at his name, carefully moving his entire body to face the demon currently singing his name. Like this, he was pretty much straddling the demon's lap.

"Oh, I like this, have you tired of your cards?" Rough hands curled around his forearms, the grip loose enough that Marama could move out of his arms if he so pleased; it seemed to please Arviyak when he stayed.

"If I indulge you, maybe I'll get some peace and quiet. You can have me as you please, upon my back or upon my knees." Marama hastily put up a dainty hand, fingers splayed out against Arviyak's mouth. "However."

"You've got terms now, Marama?" As he spoke, Arviyak's teeth gleamed between dark fingers, a dangerous threat hidden behind sweet pink lips.

"You can have me....but then I am to be returned to my work, and you must let me be. No more temptations." He hesitated, dropping his hand from the demon's face to his broad chest. Beneath the rough, scarred flesh, he could feel the beat of a strong heart. "At least for tonight."

He was met with silence. A stony, uncomfortable silence, one that made the little human squirm with nerves. He blinked, shivering as clawed hands tightened their hold of his arms.

"Please." He murmured, staring up at Arviyak's unreadable expression. "Please, Arviyak. Humor me, for tonight?"

"....for tonight, my dove. I will leave you alone. But you can't resist me forever."

With that promise, as feeble as it was, Marama let himself be pushed down into soft, satin sheets, allowed himself to pushed and pulled and molded into the perfect position that Arviyak desired.

His legs were forced apart, spread so wide that his thigh muscles burned. Hands slid over his stomach, pinching the soft fat there, though Arviyak never teased his prize the flesh; he simply lavished his attention to it, gently applying kisses over the not-so-flat stomach.

Marama let himself relax as a long, hot tongue licked a line of fire down his stomach, over his half hard cock, warm lips closing over the head. The littlest bit of suction had the youth gasping, head falling back against the fluffy pillows.

He whined, unable to stop himself, as Arviyak pulled away from his often neglected cock, head dipping down to pay some attention to his ass.

Marama's hands flew down to grasp at the demon's dark curls, fingers digging into the thick hair. A part of him hated the vulgar, obscene insistence on eating him out, hated how much he loved it. The pleasure always won against the shame in the end. But dear god, how he loved to hate it.

He tried to reason with himself even as his mind went to shambles as Arviyak went to town licking at his ass like a starving man, muttering over and over that there was logic in letting the demon put his mouth there. Those claws were not made for stretching one for rough sex.

Barely paying any attention to Arviyak now, his mind already deep into that blip of space he always slipped into during these fits of heated pleasure and passion; Marama almost missed it when the demon moved away, when the pleasure started to fade.

"Ar-Arviyak?" The youth lifted his head, not bothering to resist as the demon yanked his hands out of his mane of curls. He withdrew as soon as his limbs were let go, pulling his arms to his narrow chest. Even now, chest heaving with the effort to breathe through his mounting desperation, he managed to be wary of his captor.

"Shh, my star." The demon soothed him, warm hand resting upon his trembling thigh. "I am only fetching the oil."

The hand on his chest guided him to lay back once more, leaving him only for a moment as Arviyak rustled about in the bedside table's deep drawers.

The demon resurfaced, triumphant, with the small vial of oil they used instead of the more modern lube - it fit the budget better, and honestly, Marama had always liked the scent. He wanted to sit up again as the vial was uncorked, the strong, sweet scent of lavender comforting him briefly.

He watched with wide eyes as Arviyak slicked his cock, the clear oil dripping from the silver piercing that adorned the tapered head. The demon had always been generous with this part of their dance.

"Relax, that's it, what a good boy." Arviyak's hands caught hold of Marama's hips, lifting his ass into the perfect angle. And he was held there, the cold metal of his piercing pressed against him, but not pushing in, only teasing him.

The demon wanted him to beg.

"Arviyak…" Marama was whining, he could hear it in his voice, see it in the smug, pleased smirk on Arviyak's face. He'd be ashamed of himself later, but for now, he wanted to be plowed through this shamefully lavish bed. "Arviyak."

"Yes, dear?" The demon purred, leaning a little closer, still smirking like he had already won Marama's soul. Bastard.

The youth scowled, then, earning himself a little noise of protest from Arviyak, wrapped his legs around the demon and dug his ankles into that scarred back.

"I want y-you in me, now. Fuck me, please."

His demands were met with Arviyak promptly thrusting upwards, slamming himself balls deep into Marama without pause. The youth could only grab hold of the sheets around him as he was brutally slammed into, over and over. With every cruel, harsh thrust, the pain ebbed and faded, quickly replaced with a hot, pulsing pleasure that seemed to chase away all common sense.

It left him moaning and jerking, throwing his head back and crying out, ignored as Arviyak blatantly used him like a fleshlight.

He climaxed more than once, but gave up counting not long after the third time; his mind was in ruins, and a coherent thought would be asking too much.

Marama came to with a snap, realizing that Arviyak had finally spent himself and was talking to him.

"There you are, star. Thought you'd gone to pasture for a moment." The demon smiled, gently carding his clawed fingers through Marama's hair, the pale locks tangling almost immediately.

"I...mmmh…" He tried to sit up, but it was like his entire body had turned into putty, and he let himself fall back onto the damp sheets. "I don't, ahh, think you wer-were very gentle..."

"No, I wasn't. Are you hurt?"

"Hmm....no....I feel like I-I, oh, won't be walking for a few hours, though."

"Mission accomplished, then. Would you like me to carry you to the bath, dear?" Arviyak didn't wait for a response, simply scooping the youth into his arms and briskly carrying him to the master bath, where a tub of warm, bubbly water already awaited them.