A Wish to Send you to Hell

Once Ellien finished he brought his master the dessert, knocking on his door before coming in.

Belial sighed and turned down the near deafening music as he watched the man. "Yes?" he asked.

"Since you did not have food yet I thought I would bring some" Ellien said, putting the dessert on the side.

Belial arched an eyebrow. "And if my mom and dad realized you're feeding me treats for breakfast, they'd flip."

"Complaining?" Ellien said with a chuckle.

"Me? Hell no," Belial replied, sitting up. "What is it?"

"Molten lava cake" Ellien said as he put it on Belial's lap which was on a breakfast in bed server.

The teenager stared at it. "Uh, thank you?"

"If you rather not I can always make something else" Ellien said, wondering if he should make something breakfast like that humans eat.

Belial shrugged. "Doesn't matter," he replied and started to eat the dessert that was his breakfast.

"Would you like something to drink?" Ellien asked, producing several types of drinks.

"Um, orange juice is fine," Belial said, staring at the assortment of drink.

"Here it is, Pulp and no pulp" Ellien said, pointing to the two drinks.

"Pulp," Belial replied, watching the two glasses.

"This one" Ellien said, pointing to the one he wanted as the others vanished.

Belial nodded, taking the drink and sipping it. "Thanks," he said.

"Anything for you Master. Let me know if you would like anything else" Ellien said before vanishing to the shadows.

Belial blinked, staring at where he had been. "And how do I do that?" he asked.

"Just say it" Ellien's voice echoed through his head.

Belial nodded slowly. "Alright," he mumbled. "I think I got it." He turned his music back up and smiled at the song. He set the cake aside and got up, grabbing his brush from the dresser and he started to sing, dancing around to the song and not caring if Ellien was watching him or not.

Ellien was watching, half laughing to himself as he watched.

Even now, Belial was so full of life as he danced and sang around his room to the music blaring from the expensive speakers in his room. Eventually, he flopped back on his bed and laughed, panting, out of breath from that workout and he smiled, staring up at the ceiling.

Ellien smirked as he watched Belial, licking his lips.

Belial sighed, closing his eyes and fanning his face with his hand, the red flush on his cheeks was positively delicious. Belial moaned softly and arched his back as he stretched his arms over his head, doing it oh so seductively because he knew Ellien was watching him.

Ellien came out from the shadows, running his hand down his torso.