"So are you going to tell me why you were smoking or not?" Asked Elliot as he leaned up taking the joint. His legs were still twitching from his last orgasm. 

"I didn't fuck that question out of you?" Asked Skoll as he moved to take back his joint. "I don't think you deserve this." He took another drag from it. 

Elliot shoved him back climbing on top of him. His legs straddled to the sides of him, snatching back the joint, taking a puff off of it as he leaned his head back, rolling his hips teasingly. "Nope." 

Skoll rolled his eyes. Elliot wasn't going to let it go. 

"What are you doing with that?" Asked Skoll as he looked back at Elliot who now held the lighter in his hand. 

"Nothing." Teased Elliot.

Skoll could feel the heat against his skin as Elliot flicked it. The flame danced over his flesh, burning as a twisted grin formed on both their faces. At first Elliot was waving the flame, teasing Skoll with the potential pain he could cause. 

"Are you going to tell me?" Elliot asked, "Before I really start to make you smoke." He held the flame still over his nipple, the heat burning him. 

Skoll hissed at the pain while his brain fed on it. It was Elliot who let up first, letting the flame go out, replacing the heat with the sudden roughness of his tongue, then teeth, biting his nipple hard. Skoll groaning, his hand gripping Elliot's thigh wondering where this foreplay was before. If anything this was asking for a round three. 

"Tell me or I'll stop now." Elliot flicked the lighter again, going to the other side of his chest. 

Skoll's head shot back. His dick hard again. Elliot could feel it pressing against him. 

"You don't want me to stop." Elliot spoke firmly. "Only I can make you feel this good." That's why he kept coming back. Only he could make him feel this way. "Tell me you don't want me to stop." Elliot held the flame close. 

"Don't stop." 

Elliot smirked as he let the lighter die, tongue running over his nipple again. "Now be a good boy and tell me." He pinched his nipple between his teeth. 

Skoll hated it when Elliot called him a boy. He wasn't a boy. His wolf flickered at the word. They both hated it. 

"I can't." Skoll finally said his breath hitching as Elliot moved down lower on him. "I said I CAN'T." His voice raised as Elliot grabbed his cock with a firm grip. There was finding pleasure in pain and there was being scared that Elliot had finally gone mad and really wanted to hurt him. 

"Don't raise your voice." Elliot smiled, "I'm being nice." He loosened his grip, stroking Skoll. "See nice." He was a nice man. "So, don't make me ask again." He was tired of asking. It wasn't like him to ask more than once. 

When Skoll didn't say anything he let go of his cock and gripped him by the balls. 

"FUCK." Moaned Skoll. 

"I'm going to stop being nice now." Warned Elliot as he twisted and squeezed. Skoll squirming under him so he clenched his thighs tighter holding him in place, his free hand smacked against the center of his chest hard. Skoll wasn't going anywhere. 

"I said I can't." 

"I'm not taking that for an answer Skoll." Elliot squeezed his balls tighter. The hand on his chest going to his throat again, pinching at the sides, constricting the blood flow. 

Skoll panting now. His mind floating in an ocean of pain and pleasure. His breath hitched even more when Elliot started to stroke his cock again. His lips brushed against the side of Skoll's neck. "Fine." 

Elliot hopped off of him, looking for his jeans on the floor. If Skoll wasn't going to talk he wasn't going to talk. He knew it would end up like this when he came over. He was sad to admit that a part of him was looking forward to a good fuck. It had been a while since he was fuck by someone who was up to his standards. Skoll was so bad for him. He should have listened to his brain and not his cock when it told him not to come over here. 

"Don't come looking for me again." Elliot buttoned the front of his jeans. "I mean it this time Skoll. This is it." 

Skoll sat up in bed, tisking. "It's not." 

"Yes, it is." He was serious this time. More than he ever was. They were too different. There were too many secrets. Nothing about this was healthy. It was fun but it was toxic and it always had been. That wasn't going to change. 

"Goodbye Skoll." Said Elliot. 

"WAIT!" Shouted Skoll as he jumped to get his boxers on, stumbling out the bedroom. "Elliot. I said wait." 

"I said goodbye." He reached for the front door, Skoll slammed his hand against it. 

"I'll tell you." He said reluctantly. 

Elliot looked over his shoulder at him.  

Skoll nodded his head. "But you have to agree to some rules and swear to me that you won't tell anyone or go to the cops or do anything stupid." 

Elliot looked at him confused.