A Little Domination [tag: Cyrus]

[BELIAL]

Belial peered into his vessel's bathroom mirror, meeting the gaze of the man that gazed out from the reflective surface. It was the face of his vessel, who he saw as a handsome creature. In that moment he believed he felt his willful human vessel stir making himself known. The demon smirked as he reached up to caress his chest over his heart, touching the flesh of his vessel gently “I know you're there beloved. We will have our fun tonight, you'll be rewarded soon. Don't I keep my promises and more?” he said addressing the man who was housing him. Belial grinned evilly at the reflection as he drew up the eyeliner stick, he was certain that his vessel was pleased. Oddly, unlike most demons, he had taken his vessel not by force but by joining with a willing human who offered himself up to the darkness like a sacrifice. His devotion to evil had been rewarded by housing a powerful demon within his body. Belial knew he had made the right choice.

Softly he hummed to himself and his vessel as he finished dressing and applying his eye make-up. Once he was done, he checked one last time in the full length mirror in his bedroom. His powerful-looking body dressed in leather pants that were secured by a belt with a skull belt buckle while his top half was covered by a leather vest which left a great deal of his top portion exposed. Pleased by his look, he set off towards his vessel's motorcycle, mounting it before it roared to life. The demon soon found himself at a bar which all too eager to welcome the fringe side of the human race who enjoyed their domination and leather. Belial fit right in. He settled at the bar, nodding to the bartender “Beer,” he ordered.

[CYRUS MOORE]

Cyrus was sitting in back of the bar, a small frown of anticipation drew his brows together as he waited for his name to be called. He would be up to sing soon. It would be his time to serenade the group of people who had gathered to listen to the local bands, and he couldn't help but feel the anxious butterflies brushing their imaginary wings against the walls of his stomach. He was trying to calm his breathing. Slowly he breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. He was so wrapped up in his breathing exercises that he missed the first time his name was called.

The second time he stood and with an apologetic smile walked out onto the stage. With his hand wrapped securely around the neck of his guitar, he sat upon the stool behind the mic and settled down. He didn't introduce himself, didn't say anything about the song because though the song was finished it had no name yet. Instead his fingers found their comfortable spots upon the strings and he began to play. His song was soft and haunting as he played and sang, and almost immediately his audience was captured.

His chocolate brown eyes spoke volumes of the story he sang, which was about a boy who was tempted to the dark and embraced it. It spoke of something that had happened to him personally. The climax of the song was scarily strong and then it abruptly ended. Making the audience want more. He finished his time on stage with a song that wasn't his called, Set Fir to the Rain, it was by Adele. The song was one of his favorites and though it wasn't as soul touching as his first, it was still strong and his time ended with enthusiastic clapping.

Cyrus left the stage and zipped up his guitar carefully in it's case. Then he left to go sit at the bar, his faithful instrument slung over his shoulders. He sat down next to a man who was rather large and drinking a beer. Flagging down the bartender Cyrus said, "A beer please." The bottle was soon set in front of him and he took a greedy pull, wrapping his lips around the neck of the bottle and swallowing the wonderful golden liquid.

The addiction lingered in the back of his mind as he set the beer down. It was waiting for him to get that stupidity from the drink so it could take over, so it could make ache with the need for the blood.

Words: 438
Muse: AMAZING
Song: Set Fire to the Rain- Adele

[BELIAL]

Belial turned his head slowly to peer at the stage, his sultry green eyes drinking in the sight of the young singer/guitarist playing his haunting music for the patrons. His music was like a captivating siren song, holding his audience spellbound. The demon, himself, could not help but listen to Cyrus's song as it filled the air about him. It was a beautiful tune which Belial was sure was coming straight from the human's soul and experiences. He smirked as he turned back to his drink at the abrupt ending of the song. It pleased him to hear a song that spoke of embracing the dark, instead of telling people to turn away from the darkness. In a way, he felt as if he was singing directly to him.

He listened silently to the second song as he nursed on his beer, he was already quite gratified with his choice in bars for the evening. Belial placed his bottle of beer down to clap his approval of his music before returning his attention to his drink. “Lovely music..especially the first one..” he complimented Cyrus without looking at him, his large pink tongue swiped across his lips to gather the traces of his beer off of them.“It sounded as if you were speaking from personal experience,” he said as he finally looked towards Cyrus, his strangely attractive face framed by long raven tresses which made his skin look even paler in the leather attire he worn.

[CYRUS MOORE]

Cyrus's eyebrow quirked upward as he turned to look at the leather clad man. His gaze did a quick assessment of the man, he was attractive in a dark way that drew Cyrus to him. He held a sort of power that Cyrus had always found alluring, something that caused tingles of desire to prick through his fingers. He grinned around the neck of the bottle as he took another gulp of his drink, the smooth taste of alcohol warmed his throat and stomach, giving him liquid courage. He placed the bottle once again on the bar as he thought of his answer.

"I always sing of my experiences, if they are my songs," Cyrus said with a shrug. The power that emanated from the man caused shivers of excitement to run through the human's body. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, it makes me happy when my audience is happy." His gaze lowered shyly, looking at the man from beneath lowered lashes. He took another sip of his beer rolling the bottle in between his hands as a distraction from his anxiety. The thirst was there, worming it's way through his brain into the center of his mind where it would be most noticeable.

The desire or blood, the want for the warm rush of liquid running down his throat, would only grow until he couldn't ignore it. "What is your name?" Cyrus asked, his eyes still slightly lowered in a submissive gesture. It was something that showed that the other man didn't have to answer if he didn't want to. Cyrus was always prone to following what others wanted to do. He had his own ideas and stood by them but that didn't mean he outwardly went against what people wanted. In fact he was less likely to argue than he was to sing. Which was saying something considering he sang all the time.

Words: 324
Muse: Good
Song: Skin-Rihanna

[BELIAL]

“Very kind of you,” he remarked as he studied the mortal next to him, there was something about this young man that he found intriguing, but what it was he could not put his finger on. Belial was quite certain that Cyrus was attracted to him, he could see and feel that just from looking at the musician. He had to admit he found Cyrus appealing too, but there was something else about him. Then it hit him, the human was a submissive which appealed to his need to be in control.

The giant demon smirked as he took in the submissive manner of the young performer, something that stirred the domineering nature of both entities. He definitely liked it. So Belial decided to honor Cyrus with the name he had asked for from him. “I'm Belial,” he told him in a low growl of a voice that sounded perfectly demonic. Carefully he lifted his beer to his lips, downing a little more of the amber liquid before placing it back on the counter. “What is your name, boy?” the demon inquired of Cyrus, equally curious about him as he was about him. “Nice tats,” he complimented him as he rose to rest his big arms on the table, revealing the sleeve tattoos that covered the thick arm muscles of his vessel.

[CYRUS MOORE]

Belial's voice took on a deep growl when he announced his name. The voice of someone who had more than just human blood inside them. What else was there Cyrus couldn't be sure but Cyrus was sure that the large man was more than just human. But more than human was always exciting, something to jolt his adrenaline into overdrive if something were to happen. Though what were to happen all depended on how carefully Cyrus played this game. Could he get out without getting into trouble? Or perhaps he'd even be lucky enough to get someone to share a bed with tonight.

"My name is Cyrus," he said with a small smile gracing his angelic features as he finished half of his beer. At the compliment a soft tinge of pink flushed the human's pale cheeks and his gaze skittered over the tattoos covering Belial's arms. "Yours are cool too. Do they have any meaning?" The question was innocent enough, but what Cyrus was trying to figure out was what this man was. What kind of blood ran through his veins, and did it taste sweet? Always it came back to the blood.

Cyrus's tattoos meant something, most of them at least. The words were the name of Abigor, his first demon master who had transformed him from a street kid into an addict. Most people wouldn't see that as a step up, but Cyrus did. He had, had a good life for a while and been truly happy. Now he was an addict who was just getting by in both the money and blood department. He was making enough cash that he could go to school and have a small, yet horrid apartment; and in order to get his blood he sold his body. Not that he had a problem with sex with people he didn't know. In fact he kind of enjoyed it. Though he did miss waking up next to someone. He never spent the night with people, and he missed that terribly.

Words: 345
Muse: Good ^^
Song: Bang- Armchair Cynics

[BELIAL]

“Cyrus,” he repeated the name, listening to the way it rolled off his tongue and tasting it like a fine wine. The smirk that claimed his lips made it clear that he was pleased by the name that was given to him. “A pleasure to meet 'cha,” Belial said, subtly allowing his vessel's Texan accent to slip into his words as he lifted his beer, finishing half of it before settling it aside once more. The demon watched Cyrus with the hint of a smirk on his lips as the young man blushed at his words. It was something he was quite good at, making vulnerable boys and girls blush like shy school children. He did enjoy it. It was just another sign of his power over other people.

His green eyes lowered to his inked arms which he examined like he had just noticed them “Yes, they do have meanings. Many of them are representations of dark and mystic world... and death...” Gently he rubbed his hand over one of the demons drawn on his arm like a lover's touch. “I like them...they are like artwork that I like to amuse myself with when I'm bored... but I didn't chose them. This is merely a shell I'm inhabiting.” He admitted to the musician, watching his reaction closely as he carefully leaned forward, drawing his mouth close to Cyrus's ear “I'm a demon,” he whispered.

[CYRUS MOORE]

Demon, demon, demon... the word echoed in Cyrus's head as he brought his head back and away to stare at the man. The word reminded him of the blood, the sweet rush of flavor that coated his throat as he slit a vein from of his donors and drank. The thirst came back full force and it hit him like a punch in the gut. A desire so strong it was hard to ignore, took hold of the young human and twisted his mind viciously. The desire to take out his switchblade slice the demons jugular a little and drink his fill.

The sharp inhale of breath that followed the statement a few seconds later showed the arousal of Cyrus's desires. It was also showed by the flush that covered his slightly pale skin, reaching from his neck all the way to his cheek bones. He looked winded and hungry as he stared at Belial. The demon before him could so easily destroy him without the need for his inhuman strength. But that only made it better, the thought of the danger and the possible pain to come sent Cyrus's emotions skittering into a dizzy haze of lust.

A hard swallow before he commented, "Are you now?" He raised an eyebrow, curious, he licked his lips a nervous sign if any but also sensual. "I do believe my interest is peaked. Demons have many things, but only two interest me. Their blood and their hunger for domination. You, I hope are no different." He wasn't confident, but his words were smooth and easy. A perfect lie for someone whose entire life was built in a sticky web of traps and lies. His hand slid into his pocket, touching the cool metal of his switchblade. His other hand raised the bottle of beer to his lips and he smirked around the opening as he too a deep pull from the drink.

Words: 325
Muse: GREAT
Song: You Lie- The Band Perry

[BELIAL]

He could read it so easy on Cyrus's face the arousal, flushed red. The sharp intake of breath was also a dead give away about how much his desires were peaked by the demon. Belial was surprised by it, he had not even touched him yet he seemed so turned on. Whatever made the young musician so excited, it amused and excited the giant demon. “Yes, I do in fact have both,” Belial stated with a sly grin upon his lips, his eyes a deep sultry hue of green which glistened with sex appeal and power.

Slowly his gaze followed the path of his hand to his pant pockets which disappeared into it. His curiosity was peaked at what might be in his pocket “What's in your pocket?” he asked boldly of Cyrus while he lifted his own beer to his lips, draining some of the amber liquid down his thick throat before placing it back on the counter. “Hope it's something fun,” he smirked evilly at the human as he leaned forward, his large hand coming to rest on the back of his neck. Even though he did not apply any pressure, he let Cyrus feel his hand. “You wanna come with me?” he asked with a eyebrow raised curiously.