I Scored Myself A Mate

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TW: sexual content kind of rough

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Pain was not always something bad. Pain wasn't always caused by someone you hated or someone who intended to hurt you. Pain could be pleasure and Mark loved it. The sensation, the thill. The way his body shivered underneath his touch, the red scratches his fangs would leave on his neck. He had been thrown on the bed, his head pushed back, his neck exposed for the demon to devour.. 

Mark was breathing heavily, he had wrapped his legs around Asmodeus' waist and was tightening his grip while his lips traced downwards. He ripped his shirt, the sound of the fabric being teared echoing in the silent room and his hot lips wrapped around his nipple. He bit hard and Mark exhaled, feeling the air leave his lungs. It hurt but the pain was too sweet to make him sad. 

The demon raised his head. He had a smile on his face, his eyes shining with desire as he scanned Mark's flashed face. He loved it, how vaulnerable he was to his slightest touch. He hovered over him and cupped his face roughly. Mark could feel his fingertips press his skin, his eyes focused on him and his naked torso. He couldn't stop staring. The muscles that flexed on his shoulders, the veins popping on his arms. Everything, all the small details that signaled how seductive Asmodeus could be. 

They kissed. The demon biting his bottom lip hard and Mark moaned. He was cornered in this small area of the bed, Asmodeus' weight over him, his tongue on his mouth and he cried. 

"Impatient aren't we?" Asmodeus asked him with a smirk. Mark looked away. When he talked he could feel the embarrassment burn his body. He felt exposed. His lover wouldn't let it pass though. He turned his head, forcing him to meet his eyes. "if you look away once more you're getting punished." He warned him. Did he want it? The red haired felt his heart speed up. The roughness of his voice and the tension of his stare. He looked away, just a little bit, without realizing and before he knew it he found himself in Asmodeus' arms.

"Wait, wait. I'm sorry, I'm sorry" the red haired exclaimed and Asmodeus laughed. 

"Too late now." He said. Mark felt so light in his arms. Fragile and that made him want to hurt him even more. See him crying and bruised begging. He licked his lips, thinking of what he should do to him. His eyes traveled on the room searching for a plan and after a few seconds he smiled brightly, satisfied with himself. He let go of Mark. His legs stepping softly on the ground. "Get undressed"

"Now? Here?" He asked and Asmodeus tilted his head to the side.

"You're half way there anyways" he said, referring to his missing shirt. Mark breathed heavily, his chest rising as he stared at him. "You won't do it?" Asmodeus asked him and the red head with trembling hands undid his pants. The soft fabric fell to the ground leaving him in his underwear. His excitement was obvious, tightening the piece of clothing, torturing on his body. 

He looked at him from head to toe, stopping on his underwear. He grinned seeing how horny he was and Mark attempted to cover himself. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" he warned him and Mark immediately removed his hands. "Now this too. Take it off."

"No" Mark said. He wanted to resist him. Show him he didn't need him. Asmodeus remained silent, he simply kicked him, not hard enough to hurt him but hard enough for him to fall on his knees. 

His boot touched his thigh, moving inwards where it rested on the tent on his underwear. Mark breathed in, the breath getting stuck on his neck and his eyes widened. 

"Take it off" Asmodeus repeated and pressed the spot. Mark gasped and a moan escaped his lips. His palms landed on the floor, as a support and he tried so hard not to plead for him to do that again. More, roughly. He wanted to beg but he was embarrassed. "Is there something you want to tell me?" Asmodeus asked him, his voice cold. He could see it. Through Mark's hazy eyes he could see clearly the need that was overflowing. "It's now or never. Come on." He said and moved forward, he reached close to his lips and lingered there. His tongue locked Mark's bottom lip, slowly. "I won't do anything if you don't say it" 

"Harder" Mark whispered.

"Can't hear you." The demon teased him with a victorious grin.

"Harder, step on me harder" Mark told him, gathering all of his courage. He felt like he would melt. Asmodeus pressed on his member with his shiny boot and he moaned. His pleasure echoing in the walls and for a second he thought he was too loud. He bit his lip trying to restrain himself. 

Asmodeus caressed his cheek.

"It's bad if you're the only one that's having fun. Isn't it?" He asked him and the young man nodded obediently. Asmodeus took off his pants and Mark removed slowly his underwear. He was hard, he wanted him too and just the idea of that made him want to do anything he wanted. 

He licked him, tasting him, and Asmodeus grabbed the back of his head. He pushed him hard. He felt his tip hit the back of his neck, tears gathering in his brown eyes and he moaned. Asmodeus' fave fell back, his eyes closed in pleasure. He opened his eyes and stared at Mark. On his knees, sweaty and flushed, teary with him in his mouth, deep inside. 

"Fuck." He swore and pushed Mark back. "Now it's time for your punishment." He said and raised him up. Mark had no idea what he was intending to. He led him away from the bed and took him to the window. It was long, almost in the shape of a balcony door and unfortunately on the ground floor. Mark stared at him with wide eyes 

"Someone could see" he told him, knowing very well that servants passed by there all the time. That was why he usually kept the curtains closed. 

"Well that's why it's fun Baby" he told him. Mark froze. He had called him baby, his voice, his smirk, his eyes. How could it not be fun when it was with him. He felt Asmodeus push him on the cold window. His back turned on him. Asmodeus caressed his ass, and then his touch stopped only for a slap to land. Mark moaned loudly, sounds he had never made before escaping his lips. "Look outside." Asmodeus whispered in his ear "look and think that if someone passes by they will see you like this. Pushed against the window, sweating and begging to be punished. How nice is that? Really just the thought of it makes me want to cum"

"No" Mark said and Asmodeus raised an eyebrow. "Inside me, you can cum inside me" he whispered and Asmodeus laughed.

"Who am I to let you down." He said and his fingers circled his entrance. One, two, three fingers and surely for Mark that wasn't enough. 

"Hurry up" he whined.

"That's not the right way to ask for things" 

"P-please hurry" 

"Hurry with what?" Asmodeus asked and pushed his fingers further inside.

"Put it in, please" Mark cried.

"Oh look, someone's coming." Asmodeus told him and the red haired gasped. At that moment he entered him, hard and in one go. "Just kidding" he said. One of his arms moved forward. It wrapped around Mark's neck choking him as he started moving.

It was pleasure mixed with fear and pain. It was perfect and Mark felt soon that he was reaching the edge. As he heard Asmodeus gaso behind, him. His voice call out his name in pleasure. He hit his spot so easily, filled him up and when he felt him release inside of him he couldn't be more aroused. He finished too, everything splattering on the window. 

Asmodeus took a step back and poor Mark almost fell to the floor his legs not keeping him any longer. Asmodeus grabbed him, rasing him gently in his arms and took him to the bathroom. He filled the bathtub with warm water and helped him in. The whole room smelled of vanilla and rose and the red haired smiled happily as Asmodeus washed his hair. 

"I hate you" Mark said.

"I don't"

"No you have to say you hate me back. It's supposed to be romantic, saying the opposite of what we feel. They do it in the movies." He said when a bit of shampoo landed in his eye. "Ouch"

"Sorry, sorry. You're good at saying things you don't mean"

"Was that supposed to be some kind of secret message?" Mark asked him.

"You're smart enough aren't you?" The demon said with a grin and Mark splashed him with some water. "Are you going to help that wolf kid?" 

"I guess. I mean situations like these define if you're really good or bad."

"You'll always be good"

"And you will always be you" 

"Yes" Asmodeus answered and Mark smiled.

"I think that's perfect."

"I think so too."