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  “Oh my God,” he heard Lev say.

  “Talented, isn’t he?” said Belphagor.

  “God, yes.” Lev squirmed as Vasily pursed his lips around the shaft and pulled up until he hit the rim of the head with a sharp pull. “Oh Jesus.”

  “Did you just get religion?” Dmitri asked with amusement.

  Lev groaned an insensate response, lifting his hips as Vasily circled the rim with his tongue.

  “Full Choir,” said Belphagor, dropping his latest hand onto the table.

  “You are a master player, Bel,” Dmitri conceded.

  “As I said, it’s all in keeping an eye on the other players without seeming to.” He ran his hand down Vasily’s back as Vasily bobbed and hummed. Lev was moaning helplessly. “Need something to pacify you, Lev? You seem a bit agitated. A little something to suck on for comfort?” He rose, and Vasily saw from the corner of his eye that Belphagor’s cock was already in his hand, as if he’d undone his pants magically. Maybe he had.

  Belphagor stepped up to Lev, who turned his head with a moaning gasp that was swiftly muffled into a long-drawn-out sound while Belphagor let out a slow breath of pleasure. Vasily released a bit more heat into his tongue, and Lev jerked in surprise, making a loud, full-mouthed moan.

  Vasily felt Belphagor’s fist in his hair, pulling him up the cock.

  “Don’t burn the poor boy,” he said sharply and dropped him back down.

  Vasily dialed it back with resentment. He couldn’t see Belphagor’s cock driving into the Grigori’s throat from this angle, but he could hear the wet sounds, and despite the fact that he had a mouth full of someone else’s, he was burning with jealousy.

  Lev began to breathe heavily, pumping his hips and making sharp, staccato moans around Belphagor’s cock, and then he made a sudden loud noise as if Belphagor had caught him off guard, and Belphagor let out a sharp groan of satisfaction.

  Lev’s throat worked, and he let out a loud, strangled groan around Belphagor’s cock as he shot his own. Vasily clamped his lips tight at the base of the shaft with just a bit of extra heat and swallowed hard on the spurting head.

  Belphagor stepped back, and Lev collapsed against the chair, panting and groaning the last of his climax into Vasily’s throat.

  “Holy fuck,” he gasped as Vasily pulled away and let the exhausted cock drop into his lap. “Motherfuck me.”

  “So I’m guessing you enjoyed that just a bit,” said Dmitri with a smirk.

  “Just. The tiniest. Bit,” Lev panted.

  “I think you may need to carry him to bed to recover,” said Belphagor. “I don’t think he can walk.” As Vasily started to get up, he leaned down and pushed him back onto his knees, kissing him deeply as if to taste the other demon’s spunk. “Remember what I said?” he asked when he released him, fondling Vasily’s unrelieved erection. “I want to watch another demon fuck your ass.”

  Vasily’s gaze darted to Dmitri, who’d gotten to his feet.

  “You remember the word we agreed on?” asked Belphagor quietly at his ear. “If you don’t want something to happen, you say the word. And if your mouth is too full to be understood, you can knock on the table.”

  Dmitri was beside him now, still fully clothed, and Vasily looked up at the Grigori, whose face was impossible to read. He had no indication of what kind of fuck he’d turn out to be, whether the usual fare or something darker like Belphagor. Nevertheless, he had no intention of using Belphagor’s prearranged word.

  “Undo his pants,” said Belphagor.

  Vasily reached up and slipped open the belt buckle, unbuttoning the jeans and releasing Dmitri’s cock from his drawers. It was a nice one, long and slightly curved. Almost as nice as Belphagor’s. What surprised him was that Dmitri was hairless and smooth as if he’d waxed…everything. This ought to be interesting.

  “Do you want to use his mouth first?” Belphagor asked Dmitri, as if Vasily were no longer there. “Obviously, you don’t want to miss that. Just look at Lev. But it might put you over the edge too soon.”

  Dmitri considered. “I don’t think it would be fair to finish in his mouth after.”

  “Vasily will take whatever I tell him to, wherever I tell him to,” Belphagor assured him.

  Vasily sighed audibly. This talking about him like an object was beginning to piss him off, and he was about to say so when Belphagor looked down at him, his dark eyes hard as obsidian, and he changed his mind.

  “I think a little bit in his mouth first,” Dmitri decided.

  Lev was watching with interest, his wet, limp cock still exposed in his lap. Dmitri kissed him and grabbed Vasily’s ponytail at the top while they were still kissing, pulled him forward, and entered him.

  Vasily was determined to make him forget to kiss his boyfriend. It only took him a moment as he let the heat wash into his mouth and then pulled back, letting the heat fade everywhere except his tongue, which he extended along the ridge of the demon’s cock and then curled around the head. It was a technique he’d taught himself when sucking off demons in alleyways had stopped being a thrill he looked forward to and instead had begun to bore him. He repeated the move once more, and Dmitri let go of Lev and grabbed onto the table beside him with a sound that was almost a high-pitched gasp of pain but wasn’t.

  “I warned you,” said Belphagor smugly.

  Enjoying the smooth cock with no hair to tickle his face or get in his mouth, and the velvety feel of the bare scrotum in his hand, Vasily forgot to ease off enough to let it last a little while.

  Dmitri pulled out abruptly. “Shit,” he hissed. “Wait.” Though apparently it was himself he was trying to convince to do so.

  Belphagor frowned. “We’re not leaving this kitchen until someone fucks him in the ass.”

  Vasily had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing, and behind Dmitri, Lev didn’t bother to hide his amusement.

  Annoyed, Dmitri glared at Lev and straightened, breathing deeply.

  Belphagor observed him with his arms folded. “Can you handle the job?”

  The irritated glare shifted focus to Belphagor. “You want me to fuck your boy in the ass? I’ll fuck him in the ass.” He circled Vasily and pushed him onto his hands and knees, and with one of his sleight-of-hand tricks, Belphagor produced a small bottle of oil from his sleeve, along with a condom—Belphagor had told him about the odd little sheaths necessitated by a veritable host of earthly viruses; apparently, the invisible creatures were everywhere.

  Dmitri deftly rolled on the condom and held out his hand for the oil.

  Belphagor uncorked the bottle and poured the pale, glossy liquid into Dmitri’s palm. “Fuck his ass,” he said in the hard voice that sent a shiver along Vasily’s spine.

  Dmitri balanced one hand on Vasily’s lower back and gripped his cock with the other, slick with almond oil, and pushed it swiftly into Vasily’s ass. Vasily let out a pleased groan as it slid smoothly inside him.

  “Turn him this way a bit so I can see,” said Belphagor. Dmitri nudged him over with his boot, perpendicular to Belphagor beside Lev’s chair, and Belphagor watched, idly stroking his depleted erection, as Dmitri went in deep.

  “That’s very nice,” said Belphagor as Vasily groaned. “He looks lovely with a cock up his ass, don’t you think, Lev?”

  “Very,” said Lev as Dmitri began to fuck Vasily in a steady rhythm, drawing soft moaning breaths from him.

  “Would you like to have that cock in your mouth while Dmitri’s is inside him?”

  “Very much,” said Lev, his voice dropping lower. He sat up and put himself together and then dropped onto all fours and crawled between Vasily’s arms to get underneath him.

  Vasily moaned with pleasure as Lev’s head pushed up against his abs and his wet mouth slid over the head of Vasily’s cock. Dmitri fucked him a bit harder.

  “It’s a mouthful,” said Belphagor. “You really have to open wide.” He sat in the chair, watching with a pleased smile while Lev worked his way down Vasily’s cock, and V
asily began to moan louder. “Very nice. I could really get used to watching you take it in the ass.” He lifted Vasily’s chin to look him in the eye. “Is he giving it to you good?”

  “Da, ser,” Vasily moaned, his voice a bit ragged as Dmitri’s thrusts picked up speed. “Spasibo, ser.”

  “What a sweet, good boy,” Belphagor breathed and slipped down off the chair to kiss him. “Are you going to come in that demon’s mouth?”

  “Da, ser.”

  Lev moaned and sucked harder in anticipation. Dmitri had begun to make deep grunting sounds in his throat as his excitement increased with his speed.

  “Don’t forget to cool it down first,” Belphagor said sternly. “I know you’re jealous of Lev despite the fact that you’re the one being fucked silly right now. Isn’t that so?”

  “Da, ser,” Vasily whispered, lowering his eyes.

  “Do you belong to me?”

  “Da, ser.”

  “Does that cock feel good in your ass?”

  Vasily moaned. “Da, ser.”

  “Show me how good.”

  “Da, ser!” Vasily cried as his climax burst from his cock and Lev sucked for all he was worth. Behind him, Dmitri gave a low growl, gripped his hips, thrust forward and emptied into him with a silent, extended shudder.

  Lev was moaning a kind of agreement around his cock, and Belphagor knelt before Vasily and kissed him, his eyes surprisingly moist.

  “Damn.” Belphagor shook his head as he sat back to let Lev crawl out while Dmitri slid gently from Vasily’s backside. “That was almost better than fucking you.” He grinned. “Almost.” The grin faded a bit as Vasily sat back on his heels—absurdly, still wearing the house shoes, though he was naked on the floor—and Belphagor put his hand on Vasily’s cheek. “You look a little pale, love. Too much fun too soon?”

  Vasily shook his head, though he was feeling a little weak now that the adrenaline rush was fading. All he could concentrate on was the sound of the word “love” on Belphagor’s tongue. He’d told Belphagor that he loved him a few times now, but Belphagor hadn’t said it back. Perhaps it was just a slip of the tongue or a meaningless endearment. He didn’t want to call attention to it, but it made his heart beat faster. Belphagor was staring at him.

  “Maybe too much vodka,” Vasily admitted.

  Belphagor’s expression of worry relaxed, and he stood, giving Vasily his hand to help him up. “I’d better put this poor boy to bed.”

  “That’s the biggest ‘boy’ I’ve ever seen,” said Lev with a snort as Belphagor led him away.

  Belphagor kissed him as soon as he closed the door, and Vasily leaned back against the wood, melting into Belphagor, finally his alone.

  “Did you have a good time?” Belphagor whispered, kissing his neck.

  Vasily laughed. “Oh, it was horrible. Couldn’t you see me squirming and wishing it would end?”

  Belphagor raised his head from kissing his collarbone and gave him a sheepish smile. “All right, so that was a stupid question. But I want to make sure you didn’t feel pressured, that you felt okay with everything.” He studied Vasily seriously. “You’re jealous of Lev.”

  “So what if I am?”

  “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

  Belphagor had made it perfectly clear that Vasily belonged to him and could only be with someone else if Belphagor wanted him to be, while Belphagor himself was free to do whatever or whomever he liked. And he clearly liked Lev.

  “Who’s worried?” Vasily shrugged. “I can be jealous without being worried.” He shivered involuntarily, just a slight movement, but he was sure Belphagor would see it as his “tell”. Instead, Belphagor rubbed his arms and turned him toward the bed.

  “Under the covers. You may be a firespirit, but it’s too cold in here for you to be standing about naked.” He winked as Vasily climbed into the bed. “Even if it is how I prefer you.” He undressed, revealing his tattoos part by part, and revealing a renewed erection.

  Wrapping himself around Vasily beneath the covers, he made no attempt to engage him in more intimate contact except for the press of his hard cock against Vasily’s back.

  “Want me to do something about that?” asked Vasily in a soft growl.

  Belphagor breathed in against his shoulder as if smelling him. “Yes, I do. But I’m going to engage in a bit of delicious masochism for a change and just lie here instead.”

  “Suit yourself,” said Vasily, thinking Belphagor was a little peculiar, but enjoying the physical sensation of his unsatisfied desire. “I love you, Beli,” he said quietly after a moment.

  Belphagor squeezed him tight and kissed his cheek.

  Devyataya

  In the morning, Belphagor went out early to shop and returned while Vasily was still curled under the covers. With nothing to wear and Dmitri’s robe still on the floor of the kitchen, it wasn’t really surprising. He climbed on top of the covers, straddling Vasily on all fours.

  “Wake up, malchik. See what I’ve bought.”

  Vasily stirred and looked up at him with a puzzled expression. “What are you doing?”

  Belphagor waggled his eyebrows at him. “Notice anything?”

  “I notice you’ve gone mad. What’s wrong with you?”

  Belphagor collapsed his weight onto him and dropped his chin on Vasily’s chest. “You’re no fun.”

  “I’d be more fun without these blankets between us.”

  “Lord, you’re insatiable,” he groaned. As if Belphagor wasn’t. Since the night barely two weeks ago that he’d finally come to his senses and given Vasily the fucking he’d been begging for, he’d had more sex than he’d had in the two years prior to meeting Vasily. Or one year, anyway. There’d been that wingcasting player who kept betting himself and losing on purpose.

  But he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so consumed with wanting someone—and a specific someone—at every possible opportunity. Going to sleep with a hard-on had been a test for himself to see if he had any self-control left at all. He’d spent so many other nights before they’d become intimate lying with a frustrated erection hidden from Vasily that it shouldn’t have been such a hardship, but fantasizing about what it was like to fuck Vasily and knowing what it was like to fuck Vasily made the same condition two very different experiences.

  He’d gone out to buy himself a reward for not losing his mind and waking Vasily in the middle of the night to punish him for his own lust, though he was sure Vasily would have relished it. The sweet boy had been so good last night, and he needed his rest to be sure he’d recovered from his illness. Belphagor had come back with a reward for both of them. Feeling Vasily’s warm body beneath him and knowing he was naked beneath the blankets was making it difficult to keep the reward for later when he’d planned.

  He jumped up before his thoughts got any more carried away and picked up the shopping bag full of clothes he’d charmed for his boy. “Get up and try these on.”

  Vasily gave him a mild scowl at the order.

  “Pozhaluista,” he added.

  “Bozhe moi. You said ‘please’. Don’t tell me you’ve gotten a virus.” Vasily took the bag from him and sat up, letting the covers fall. Just his chest bared to the coppery brush of hair beneath his navel made Belphagor feel warm. He turned and peeled off his coat and scarf.

  “Put them on,” he said as Vasily looked dubiously at the garments he was pulling out. “I want to see how they fit.”

  “What is this?” Vasily held up a knit shirt.

  “It’s a turtleneck. Keeps you warm.”

  Vasily rolled his eyes. “Like I need to keep warm.”

  “As you’ve demonstrated, you are not immune to this world’s climate. Just humor me and try it on.”

  Vasily shrugged and pulled it over his head, struggling to get through the tight neck. “It’s like fucking an uptight ass,” he complained, finally coming up for air. “Who would wear this?” He straightened the dark crimson sweater that displayed his pecs marvel
ously. Belphagor was glad he’d gotten another in black.

  “It’s what all the supernal assassins are wearing this season.”

  Vasily laughed and climbed out of the bed to try on a pair of pants, and Belphagor bit down on his tongue and drew blood to still the threatened erection. Vasily seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on Belphagor as he leaned over the bed and shuffled through the bag.

  “You bought me underwear.” He turned, depriving Belphagor of the view of his ass and held the jockeys up to his crotch. “How…weird.”

  “Better than chafing, sweetheart,” he said mockingly.

  “Maybe I like chafing.”

  Belphagor smiled darkly. “You would.”

  Vasily tossed the underwear aside and continued digging in the bag.

  “Malchik. If you don’t put one of those garments on this instant, I’m going to give you such a vicious thrashing you won’t be able to sit.”

  Vasily turned toward him. “Are you trying to get me to put something on or not on?”

  “I’m trying to hold on to my sanity and not fuck you twenty-four hours a day until my dick falls off.”

  Vasily grinned. “Except for the dick-falling-off part, I don’t see the problem.”

  “The dick-falling-off part is a pretty big ‘except’. You forget, I’m not as youthful as you are. I’m liable to hurt myself.”

  Vasily burst out laughing. “Yes, you’re positively ancient. How old are you, twenty-eight?”

  Belphagor narrowed his eyes. “Do I look twenty-eight?” In truth, he was at least three multiples of twenty-eight. He tried not to count back that far. But celestials reached the State of Grace in their early twenties and ceased to look much older for most of their lives. He had a vain hope that his stints in the world of Man hadn’t aged him much more than he ought to appear.