Bound by the Mark of Lies (BL)

The room was thick with the musky scent of rut, a heady mix of dominance and raw need that clung to every surface. Damian's golden eyes burned with an intensity that bordered on predatory, his broad shoulders casting shadows over Gabriel's lithe frame as he loomed above him. His chest heaved with each labored breath, the ripple of muscle beneath his skin betraying the barely restrained strength he held back.

Gabriel lay sprawled beneath him, his lean body framed by the rumpled sheets, his skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. His lips curved into that infuriating smirk, one that always managed to both challenge and entice Damian in equal measure. He knows exactly what he's doing, Damian thought, his jaw tightening as his hands roamed down Gabriel's sides, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his hips hard enough to leave marks.

"Careful," Gabriel murmured, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Damian's spine. His fingers tangled in Damian's dark hair, tugging lightly, the sensation pulling a low growl from Damian's throat. "You'll make me think you're obsessed."

Damian's lips brushed against the mark on Gabriel's neck, the one he'd claimed so many times before. The scent of Gabriel's slick filled his nostrils, sweet and intoxicating, a siren call that only heightened the fire raging inside him. His tongue dragged over the mark, maddeningly slow, the faint taste of salt and honey driving him wild. "I am," he admitted, the words rough and unguarded, leaving no room for doubt.

Gabriel's breath caught, but he couldn't lose ground on this and he tilted his head back further, baring more of his throat in a gesture of submission that only fueled Damian's hunger. "Good," Gabriel whispered, his voice dripping with sinful amusement. "Then don't stop."

With a snarl, Damian moved, his hands sliding down to grip Gabriel's thighs, forcing them apart. Gabriel's legs fell open willingly, revealing the slick mess between them, the translucent fluid glistening obscenely in the low light. Damian's cock throbbed at the sight, his knot already beginning to swell at the base, a visceral reminder of what was to come.

He didn't bother with gentleness, not after what Gabriel did to him. He was beyond that now, consumed by the urgency of his rut and the sinful image of his mate sprawled shamelessly under him. Damian's fingers pressed against Gabriel's entrance, feeling the way the tight ring of muscle yielded easily to his touch, already slick and ready for him. A strangled moan fell from Gabriel's lips as Damian pushed two fingers inside, stretching him open with practiced ease.

"Fuck, Damian," Gabriel gasped, his back arching off the bed as Damian curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made pleasure coil tight in his gut. His nails dug into Damian's shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

Damian withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving Gabriel whimpering in protest. But the sound was quickly swallowed by a deep groan as Damian positioned himself at his entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing insistently against the tight ring of muscle. With a single thrust, he pushed inside, the heat and tightness of Gabriel's body engulfing him entirely.

Gabriel hissed, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing, letting Damian sink deeper into him. The stretch burned in the most delicious way, every inch of Damian's cock filling him to the brim. Damian paused for a moment, savoring the sensation, before pulling back and slamming into him again, harder this time.

The sound that escaped Gabriel's lips was a mix of pleasure and pain, a choked cry that sent a thrill of satisfaction through Damian. He set a punishing pace, each thrust driving deeper than the last, the slap of skin against skin echoing through the room. Gabriel clenched his hands on the sheets, his legs wrapping around Damian's waist to pull him closer.

Damian's knot began to swell further, the pressure growing with each powerful thrust. He could feel it catching on Gabriel's entrance with every movement, teasing the promise of what was to come. Gabriel seemed to sense it too, his body clenching around Damian as if trying to pull him deeper.

"Close," Damian growled, his voice rough with exertion. He reached between them, wrapping his hand around Gabriel's cock and stroking him in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and Gabriel's body began to tremble beneath him.

"Nngh… Damian!" Gabriel cried out, his release spilling hot and sticky over Damian's hand and onto his stomach. The convulsions of Gabriel's body around him were enough to send Damian over the edge, his knot swelling fully as he thrust one last time, locking them together.

A guttural moan tore from Damian's throat as he came, hot streaks of cum filling Gabriel with each pulse of his cock. The sensation was electric, the knot keeping every drop trapped inside, making sure it didn't escape. Gabriel whimpered beneath him, oversensitive but unable to pull away, the bond between them stronger than ever. He missed it more than he expected.

Damian collapsed onto Gabriel, their chests heaving in unison as they caught their breath. He could feel Gabriel's heartbeat racing against his own, the warmth of their bodies mingling in the aftermath. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing and the occasional creak of the bed as they shifted slightly.

Gabriel's smirk widened as he felt Damian's knot still swollen inside him, locking them together in an intimate embrace that left no room for escape. His fingers traced the hard lines of Damian's chest, teasing, taunting, until he shifted his weight just enough to roll them over. Damian's groan was low and guttural, his hands instinctively gripping Gabriel's hips as their positions reversed. Now, Gabriel straddled him, his lithe body poised above Damian's muscular frame, their connection still pulsing hot and deep.

"Who's the one obsessed now?" Gabriel purred, his voice dripping with a tease that sent shivers down Damian's spine. He rocked his hips experimentally, the slick mess between them making the movement slick and effortless. The sensation of Damian's cock shifting inside him drew a soft gasp from his lips, his body trembling with the oversensitivity of it all.

Damian's golden eyes darkened, his scent thickening with a possessive edge that made Gabriel's own instincts flare. But this time, Gabriel wasn't going to let Damian take control. His hands planted firmly on Damian's chest, he began to move in slow rolls of his hips, each motion drawing a low, guttural growl from Damian's throat. 'Good,' Gabriel thought, loving the way Damian's grip tightened on him, the way his body tensed beneath him.

"You're mine too," Gabriel whispered, his voice laced with a fierce determination that surprised even himself. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Damian's ear as he nipped at the sensitive skin there. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."