Don't Stand So Close To Me (Belial)

[APOLLO]

The night was cold but that comforted Apollo. He had gone out back to take a smoke, breathing it out slowly and just settling into the night air. The party seen was great and all but there had been nobody inside that caught his interest. He had been in this town barely two days and already he had seen a couple angels in their vessels hanging around. Not that Apollo hated them but they were like business suits. Strict, unyielding and brought down the fun. Also not too fond of deities like him since he wasn't legit or whatever.

Fresh air was something that he needed when it got this bad. No good lay's in awhile and the heat in that place had been stifling. Not good at all for his new suit. It was the height of the fashion had Apollo wanted to keep it in the best condition possible because it was his favorite. It showed off his strong but lean physique and complimented his face and most importantly brought out his blue eyes.

Apollo brought his cig up to his lips and let out another puff of smoke, leaning back against the wall and calming his beating heart. Too little action for one night but he wasn't ready to go back into the club yet if at all. Maybe he'd try another one that was less likely to damage his suit? Apollo was too lazy to move, even as he heard the backdoor of the club opening and closing again to signal that someone else had come back out here in the alleyway.

[BELIAL]

Belial had come to the club like he often did to enjoy and join in the sinful activities of the human race. Sometimes he even revealed what he was to a lucky few, offering them a chance to be with a demonic creature for the night and seal their fates. Other times he just watched the race he had once came from so long ago as he stewed in his thoughts. On rare occasions, if things turned bad, he would fight. It was all great fun. That night, he had decided to observe the human and non-humans in human vessels which were patronizing the club. It was a nice place, but it was insanely crowded and he had quickly grown bored. He was so bored that he debated doing something brash and violent or crude just to get things interesting. Instead, he decided to head outside for some air and have himself smoke.

Belial gracefully made his exit through the back door which lean into the alley. At first he did not notice Apollo, his attention solely on getting some fresh air and of course his cigarette. How he concealed his pack with those skin tight leather pants he was wearing was anyone's guess. Once again, Belial had chosen to clad his vessel in leather, though his top was a different material and was a muscle shirt that was sleeves to show off his sleeve tattoos. He was quite an eye-catching individual, especially with his long black locks left down to cascade down his broad back. Carefully he placed the cigarette between his lips, flicking his zippo lighter to life before stuffing it back in his pocket. He exhaled a breath, releasing the smoke from his lips slowly. “Boring in there isn't it?” he said to Apollo in that low deep-sounding voice that seemed to raise up from the depths of his voice box.

[APOLLO]

Apollo nodded absentmindedly, not looking at Belial directly for a moment. “Very. And the vibe is so stifling.” There were many humans inside that were depressed down to their core. He didn’t have the power of empathy or anything but years and years of living on the earth gave him experience deciphering emotions and such. “So much depression. It’s a killjoy.” His eyes flickered over to Belial. The man was not human- tall in stature and very large. He would be surprised if he hadn’t been all around the world, though he was impressed.

“You can call me Ashton,” He said. It was normally easier to use the name of the kid he copied his appearance from if only to keep the hunters away and to avoid confusion and explaining ever so tediously what he was. If this non-human, whatever it was, could tell what he was, then all the easier. “Not successful looking for a good time in there?” Apollo almost laughed. He certainly hadn’t had any luck.

[BELIAL]

“I do prefer my things dark and gloomy, but as they say too much of a good thing can be bad for you,” Belial said with a hint of a playful tone as he met the god's baby blue gaze with his deep green one. The demon was quite sure that Ashton was not a human being. It was an intriguing fact, since he had a pretty good guess that Apollo was not an angel or any other being who might attack him for being a demon. However, there was always a chance he could be wrong, it was what this meeting all the more exciting. “Ashton it is then,” the demon was certain that Ashton was not his real name, but he chose not to make a big deal out of the name.

Belial, on the other hand, decided to give up his real name. He saw no need in concealing it from anyone. “You can call me Belial,” he said introducing himself to the seemingly human youth. Belial arched a brow at his question as he turned to glance back to the door then returned his attention to Ashton “Afraid not... it would seem the light in the room is out here, not in there....” he said somewhat cryptically to Apollo, in his way saying he was aware of what he was without actually saying it. A secret and attractive smile on his lips.

[APOLLO]

Apollo was impressed. Not even demons usually could pick up on what he was. "I'm impressed." His eyes sparkled in excitement. This man seemed like a real challenge. Something a lot different from his usual encounters. Mortals could be such a bore. "My name is Apollo. Call me that instead. You've earned the right since you figured out what I am." It wouldn't hurt any. It wasn't as if this demon was going to sell him out to the humans or anything. That was a laughable daydream in and of itself.

The name also rung familiar. He must have heard it somewhere and he took another drag from his smoke, the quirky smile still in place. "A demon, then? How peculiar. I don't usually see any out in the open like this. A pleasure to make your acquiantance." Demons left him alone for the most part and he had no qualms dealing with them because he wasn't human. And many humans as well as the angels did not like him because he was a pagan god...a mark of shame on the earth. Like he cared what they thought. Apollo stubbed his cigarette out, "So why are you at a place like this, may I ask? Business or pleasure?"

[BELIAL]

“Apollo? God of Light isn't it?” Belial inquired in a low purr of a voice to the god, who's very presence offended his enemy. The demon saw Apollo as the enemy of his enemy, so in turned was his friend or at least it seemed that way to him. “I am not like any demon you will ever meet. A pleasure, indeed it is,” he chuckled darkly as he took a drag of his own cigarette, releasing the smoke slowly and sensually from his lips. Slowly he moved closer to Apollo, until he stood before him in all his towering glory clad in fine leather.

“I suppose a little bit of both... there so many souls to be corrupted... damned to eternal Hell but there is also pleasure to be found among the human multitude,” he answered as he met his gaze once more with those penetrating green eyes which seem to peer deep within the soul. “So in effect, it is both business and pleasure.” Gently he tilted his head as he regarded the god-man who was sharing this time with him with a faint smirk upon his lips “Funny isn't it? A god of light and a lord of darkness meeting such in a fashion. Light and Darkness... Night and Day,” he said pointed things out to Apollo “Fate does have a sense of humor after all.”

[APOLLO]

Apollo felt a bit of excitement. This demon was quite entertaining and was very good company. "It is." He shrugged. "Light and dark compliment eachother anyway."
He wasn't a huge advocate for hurting humans but the demons didn't bother him so he didn't care about their personal affairs. That was their business. He wasn't a busy-body and people did whatever the hell they wanted anyway whether he tried to interfere or not.

"So...have you found what you were looking for?" No doubt Belial was either done with or in the process of doing his business and pleasure trip. He could have found some humans to corrupt but the night was still young and there were many things that a demon could do. It was surprising he was still out here and not inside perhaps looking for a good time as a beautiful conclusion to a successful night.

[BELIAL]

Gently he nodded his head at Apollo's words, completely agreeing with him. “Darkness and light... an eternal battle like the one between good verse evil yet no one ever thinks how much they need each other. Together they act in a continuous balance. The dark needs the light … good needs evil,” he explained to the god, though he was probably quite aware of the balance between dark and light since he was the god of light. “Perhaps,” he said suggestively, a very faint smirk carving its way across his lips like dark thoughts were crossing his mind.

Belial lifted the cigarette to his vessel's lips, taking a drag off it before drawing it away to release smoke slowly from between his lips. He dropped the cigarette to the ground, rubbing it out with the top of his boot. “Well, you wanna go back in and you give me the next dance? Or you wanna get the hell out of here with me?” the demon inquired as he shifted his weight on his feet like he were ready to make a move either way. He had to admit he was eager to see the god's decision, either way he was in for a good time.

[APOLLO]

Apollo's lips turned up in a curious smirk, "Are you offering something more than just an innocent dance?" He was teasing a bit, but also wondered what Belial's angle was. A good bit of fun wouldn't hurt. It could be quite pleasurable. He let his eyes examine the demon's vessel for a moment. Handsome. Very large. Apollo briefly wondered what his packaging downstairs looked like. No doubt Belial would like to take charge. That seemed to be what his personality was like, he exuded confidence and power.

"Dance with me first, then we'll see what happens after that," Apollo stubbed his cig against the wall, and tossed it in the trashcan next to him. He gave Belial a tame but still very coy smile. "Show me what you've got." Without even waiting for him to answer, he slipped back into the club and onto the dance floor.

[BELIAL]

Belial let his lips curved upwards into a devious little smirk at the god's playful inquiry “We will see.” The demon said with a hint of promise of future pleasure as he observed Apollo while he awaited his decision. He could feel the god's gaze move over his vessel's body, something that pleased not only the giant demon but the vessel he was dwelling in. Belial nearly grinned when he felt where his eyes had fallen, a place his tight leather pants clung to as if in emphasis of his manhood. He was large in every sense of the word, he had made sure to explore that aspect of his vessel shortly after he had settled into it.

“Oh I shall.” The demon's mouth split into a devilish smile as he followed the pagan god into the club. With eerie grace he stepped upon the dance floor, walking up behind Apollo, allowing his big, muscular arms to slide around Apollo's waist. Those appendages so large they nearly engulfed the same form the powerful body had taken “Then let the dance begin,” he whispered into his ear before he started to move, putting a smooth rhythm to his steps as he held the god of light close.

[APOLLO]

A humming rumbled deep in his throat as Apollo leaned back against the powerful body. "Such grace for such a large man," He laughed softly, swaying in time with Belial and letting his eyes close so that his other senses could take over. Although his sight went dark, everything else seemed to come alive with a spark of life and excitement.

The smell of sweat and desire overwhelmed him, the heat of the body behind him creating a delicious feeling down to his bones. Yes...it had been quite a while since he had a nice challenge and a possible lay. "Hmmmm." Apollo rubbed his hips against Belial's, tilting his head back against his chest with an approving hum. "You are quite the dancer, Belial. Lots of experience I take it?" Not often he ran into such grace and even coming from a demon. It was pleasantly surprising and he soaked up every detail of it.

[BELIAL]

A sound like a purr followed the sound that Apollo allowed to rumble up from the depths of his throat. “My vessel does have a degree of grace .. one of the main reasons I picked him.” He agreed with the god, his lips drawing back into a wolfish grin as the god of light laughed. Belial continued to dance as the intoxicating scents about him, filled his nostrils, wetting his more primitive appetites which had only increased when he became a demon in Hell. When he rubbed his hips against his so suggestively, he exhaled a breath he had not realized he was holding until that very moment.

Belial smirked down at Apollo, he knew that the god was playing a seductive game with him through the touches of their bodies within the dance they were sharing. “Actually, no... I'm just a quick study...especially when the vessel is so prefect in every fashion,” he said in a low rumbling tone that no doubt vibrated against Apollo's back. “I've became rather intimate with this human. We have shared a lot in our short time together.” He told the pagan deity in a manner that seemed as sultry as the eyes in the vessel's sockets.

[APOLLO]

"Such a charmer," Apollo laughed. This was just the fun he was looking for. A good time, possible lay and endlessly amusing conversation. It sent fiery tendrils of passion through his stomach feeling such a powerful body. The night had seemed such a failure when he had been outside taking a smoke but now it had changed into something very intriguing.

He gasped lightly as Belial rocked their bodies together before another hum of approval left him, pushing his lithe body back against Belial's for another go. Apollo liked this position but it wasn't his favorite. He quickly spun around, full of grace until they were both facing each other. "This is much more intimate... don't you think?" His eyes were glazed with lust as he teasingly rubbed against the demon.

"Now tell me, Belial, how skilled with kissing are you?" A challenge in his eyes, lips pursed in an almost coquetish style as Apollo awaited an answer.

[BELIAL]

“Mmm... yes, very intimate,” he growled before drawing the tip of his pink tongue across his bottom lip as he gazed down into the lustful eyes of the Greek god. The demon's powerful hands kneed into Apollo's back like a cat as they continued to move, drawing him closer so their bodies created more friction between them. He was devouring all of this lascivious vibe, riding it like a wave as he danced with Apollo on the dance floor. He hardly cared what the others around them might think of their sensual display, he was here to sin and being intimate with a pagan male deity seemed like the prefect sin to offend Christianity.

Belial cracked a toothy grin at the god's question about his skill at kissing with such a cute expression. “Oh I've had some experience with that... But I'm always willing to have more practice,” he answered as he drew one arm around to grip Apollo's chin, tilting his head as he leaned his own down towards his mouth. He claimed the deity's mouth with a ravenous kiss as if he wished to devour him from the outside. His large powerful hands gripping his face between them while he passionately kissed Apollo.

[APOLLO]

Oh so much passion! Such strength! Apollo hadn't encountered such strength since Hyacinthus back at his prime in the early days of Greece. That man had really given him a run for his money during their encounters. Now, no one could dispute Apollo's high endurance but after minutes and minutes of kissing- what seemed like an eternity of pleasure- he pulled back to get some breath. His eyes glimmered with excitement. "You are a very good kisser." The deity bit his lower lip a bit, pleased to find it pleasantly puffed and bruised.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Apollo murmured between more kisses as he ran his hands sensuously down Belial's body. He liked his lovers to be satisfied. Though he didn't like his body marred horribly much he would do almost anything to an extreme extent to make sure their pleasure matched his own. He crinkled his nose a bit, playfully.