Settling in Together

His hand continued to weave through Lino's hair.

"Ho finito, Lino. E 'finita."

He was just as shocked as he was sure Lino was going to be. What had he ever stopped at two lashes? When had he given lashes that light? The red marks would fade by the morning.

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I'm done, Lino. It's over

The boy crawled off his masters lap and curled up on his side of the bed again, resting his head on the pillow. His brow was furrowed. This had to be some sort of trick. Maybe Zakhar wanted to catch him when he was off guard? He could never let himself be off guard.

Staring at the wall ahead of him, back facing Zakhar, the young Lycan rested in a crumpled heap on the bed, still shivering slightly every now and then. He could feel the mans seed still oozing inside of him.

It scared him how the man didn't continue. How easy he'd let him get away with the disobedience and failing to comply to his orders. This wasn't the Zakhar he knew. Despite all the pain, that was the Zakhar he felt secure with. The man he thought was constant and unchanging.

"Grazie Maestro." He said in a weak and worn out voice, still staring away at nothing. His pale grey blue eyes were filled with confusion.

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"Thank you Master."

Zakhar watched the boy move to lay on the bed, back facing him.

His silver eyes flickered down over the boy's bare body silently. He was so tense. Did he think it was a trick or test?

Probably. It was unlike Zakhar to be as soft as he was.

He laid out on his side of the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

After laying for sometime the pup felt his strength start to return to him again. Moving slowly and carefully he tucked himself under the covers. He would have to clean off in the morning. For now he just wanted to rest.

Totally spent he slipped into a restless slumber quickly, his breaths soft in his sleep.

He listened to Lino's breathing even out for a few minutes.

When he was sure the boy was asleep he shifted onto his side, curling around his smaller body and resting his chin on the top of his head, the thick brown hair tickling his chin.

"Ne ostavlyay menya, pozhaluysta," he murmured softly, hugging the boy tight against him.

He didn't want to be alone. Not now, not ever.

Lino was his only companion now. He didn't want the boy to leave him alone.