Fatal Meeting (Ev and Zakhar)

His eyes screwed up tightly, nails digging into his palms, teeth biting into his lip until his tasted blood.

He twisted, whimpering quietly. If he could only get his hands back... he could deal with it himself if he could just break out of the leather around his wrists.

"I must not... I must..."

Evgeni hated to admit that he was wrong, that he regretted any past action of his, and to admit that to a man who was trying to control him was... an incredibly embarrassing situation.

But it was really hurting now, and he just needed to come.

"I must not kick."

But he wouldn't address him as Master. He wouldn't give somebody that much power over him.

Close enough.

He didn't ask the impossible from his Slaves. He knew that calling him Master was something that would take time for the Bulgarian and he was okay with that. He liked drawing out his training and, as such, having them admit he was Master in the first session wasn't what he wanted.

Zakhar set the book down and leaned forwards again.

He traced the seam of where the toy met Evgeni's skin slowly before taking mercy and pulling the toy out

He dropped the vibrator to the bed carelessly then bowed his head to kiss the man's navel.

"Do you want to come now?" he purred softly, lips quirking into a grin against Evgeni's skin.

His eyes widened as Zakhar moved back towards him again, hips rocking upwards expectantly with a wordless whine.

Yes... he needed this... he didn't want to beg, but he really needed to come now.

A soft whimper slipped from his lips as the man's finger traced the seam where his skin met plastic, hips bucking needily as a shudder rippled down his spine. He cried out softly as the toy was pulled out of him, head falling back on the headboard as his body melted again, weakened and trembling.

He nodded silently at the man's question, not trusting himself to speak.

A nod.

Not quite what he wanted but he'd accept it. Pushing them too hard resulted in one of two results.

1) The Slave broke much quicker
2) The Slave dug their heels in

He'd prefer number two, he liked a stubborn lay; Evgeni was going to be a stubborn lay without digging his heels in further.

Zakhar stripped from his slacks, tossing them aside carelessly before grinding against the man's hips. He pushed into the man slowly with a low groan, gripping his thighs tightly.

Evgeni snarled as the man stripped of his slacks, writhing in his bonds. He didn't want to be dominated any further... he wanted to fuck Zakhar, not the other way round... but he really needed to come and if this was the only way...

But he wouldn't like it, he thought stubbornly.

He let out another growl as the man pushed inside him, the noise quickly mingling with a moan of both pain and pleasure. While he wasn't a virgin from behind, it had been centuries since he had last been the submissive partner and it hurt.

A whimper slipped from his lips, hips bucking up needily. He needed Zakhar to touch him. Not fuck him.

His hips began to thrust against Evgeni's, soft sighs sounding with his movements.

His hand smoothed over the older Wolf's thigh until he reached his arousal.

Zakhar stroked and pumped the man's member in time with his thrusts, purring quietly. He bowed to take a nipple in his mouth, tongue flicking over it.

Evgeni cried out loudly as the man began to move, struggling in his bonds. He had quite a high pain tolerance, so he could deal with the pain... but he hated being submissive like this.

His hips bucked up into the man's hand frantically as Zakhar stroked him, letting out a quiet wail. His cheeks felt hot as he arched up into the man's mouth, body jerking with pleasure and relief.

He quickly stopped struggling against the man, becoming pliant in the man's grip as he stroked him, letting out soft, breathy cries with every thrust and stroke to his arousal.

Zakhar smirked against Evgeni's chest when he stopped struggling.

Good, he realised that the less he struggled, the better the feelings became and the more he'd be rewarded. That was good; it'd make him more pliable.

The thrusting of his hips gained speed and the pumping of his hand matched that speed.

He continued to lick and suck at the man's nipple as his free hand stroked the man's thigh.

Evgeni let out a gasp as the strokes and thrusts became harder and faster, crying out more loudly before biting down on his lip again harshly to muffle his noises. His body writhed in the man's grasp, the muscles in his thighs twitching and jumping under Zakhar's touch.

He could feel himself becoming adjusted to the thrusts inside of him, his insides beginning to twitch with pleasure with each thrust.

There was a tightening in his stomach and his noises spilt freely from his lips now, unable to control them

He ran his thumb over the man's slit, staring up at his face.

What expression would the man give him? A grimace because he was trying to hide how much he liked this? An expression of pleasure after he had finally given up on hiding?

He wanted to find out.

Zakhar bit down on the man's nipple.

His head tossed to the side, burying his face in his own shoulder, obscuring his expression as he let out a muffled cry, hips jerking upwards sharply, his toes curling from the pleasure.

He hated the feeling of being watched like this. It made him feel self-conscious and vulnerable, and he despised feeling vulnerable. When he got out of these bonds, he would show Zakhar what it felt like.

His back arched with a gasp as teeth clamped around his nipple, writhing with a gasp at the movement.

An angry hiss followed the man's movement.

He wanted to see his face; see his expressions. Zakhar wasn't happy with the man at the moment. The younger Lycan liked to see what faces his lovers made; he loved watching their expressions twist as he pleasured them.

Zakhar gave a hard, deep thrust to begin a much quicker pace, pumping the man faster.

If he wasn't going to share his expressions, he'd force more sound from the man. He wanted to hear him scream in pleasure.

He cried out loudly at the faster pace, a jerk and a shudder rippling down his torso, nails digging into his palms sharply.

His teeth sank into his own shoulder, muffling his moans as his hips rocked against Zakhar's needily. The muscles in his abdomen twitched, back arching as he felt himself coming closer to coming, jaws tightening around his skin.

"I'm going to..."

The words were muffled against his shoulder, not looking up at Zakhar.

"Do it," he growled, his breathing coming fast and hard as his thrusts continued.

He felt the beginnings of the hot smouldering in the pit of his stomach that signalled that his release wasn't far off.

"Do it," he repeated, bowing his head to bite sharply at a nipple again. "Come!"

It wasn't a suggestion now. It was an order. He wanted the older man to come. Now.

An order. He didn't like taking orders.

"I won'..."

But he couldn't stop himself.

A cry was muffled into his skin as Zakhar bit down on his nipple, hips bucking upwards frantically. His head rolled back with a silent scream, tossing from one side to the other as he came, legs jerking in his bonds.

Zakhar purred as the man came with a silent scream.

He thrust into the man a few more times before he came himself with a loud groan, his head tossing back, hair flying out around his face and shoulders.

He leaned over the man, holding himself up by his arms as he panted and purred, trying to calm himself down and regulate his breathing a little.

The younger man panted heavily as he pulled out of the man and began to untie Evgeni slowly.

Evgeni whimpered, collapsing backwards, soft pants racking his body as he came down from his high. The soft tremors rippling through him slowly came to a still. He let out a quiet whine as Zakhar pulled out of him, now feeling somewhat empty by comparison, shifting to stretch as he was untied.

A wince flickered across his features as the dull ache hit him and he swore loudly in Bulgarian.

He reached over to his torn clothing, picking up a small white carton and his lighter to light a cigarette, taking a long drag of it as he gained his energy back, eyes sliding closed for a moment.

Zakhar chuckled softly when Evgeni swore, shifting to lie next to the man, running his hands through his black hair to brush it back away from his face.

He grinned to himself. It always felt good breaking in a new slave like that.

Once again, the younger man swiped Ev's cigarette, taking his own drag of it, exhaling the smoke slowly.

He was in a good place at the moment.

The elder Lycan growled as the man snatched his cigarette. Ok. Enough.

His arm shot out to pin Zakhar to the headboard by the throat, forearm pressing against his jugular to stop him moving as he leaned forward to pluck his cigarette out of the man's mouth. He took another long drag before pushing his lips to the man's.

Not affectionately.

It was almost cruel, the force with which he sank his teeth into the man's lower lip, not stopping when he tasted blood, biting a little more as he blew the smoke into Zakhar's mouth.

"Don't ever do that again." he snarled, his free hand wrapping a section of the jet black hair around his fist and pulling his head back hard.

His teeth sank into the man's neck forcefully, leaving a dark mark as he pulled away, the teeth marks bubbling with beads of blood.

Zakhar gave a choked moan when he was pinned by his throat.

He moaned softly when the man pressed his lips against his own, kissing him back just as harshly.

The younger man was fine with the rough, non-affectionate treatment. He wasn't an affectionate person himself most of the time. Especially not during sex.

The mixed taste of blood and smoke made him shiver a moan, his hands rising to fist in Ev's brown curls.

"Or what?" Zakhar challenged people. He always did. And right now was the perfect time to challenge Evgeni. Right now he was guaranteed a very violent horny Wolf if he challenged the man. That was what he wanted.

He hissed when his head was jerked back and groaned when teeth sank into his neck.

"Or I'll respond twice as badly."

He plucked the cigarette from his mouth, eyeing the long column of ash which had built up. Taking one last puff, his hand slid down the man's chest, fingertips brushing lightly over the skin before resting over Zakhar's upper thigh. He tapped the cigarette lightly, sprinkling hot, burning ash in a line up the man's inner thigh.

He stubbed the cigarette in the sensitive crook between the man's crotch and upper thigh with a smirk, twisting it.

"Da? Give me your worst."

He'd be able to take anything the man gave him and worse.

His eyes dropped to follow the path of the cigarette as it trailed down his chest. A soft gasp sounded when the ash scattered over his skin.

Zakhar moaned loudly, his back arching as the cigarette pressed into his skin.

Neither the gasp or the moan were pained sounds; quite the opposite. The burning of his skin aroused him.

Evgeni purred softly under his breath as he twisted the cigarette further into the man's skin, the scent of burning flesh hitting his nostrils. He smirked, gripping the man harder by the throat as he threw him down, reaching over to pick up Zakhar's belt.

His fingers darted over the leather, humming under his breath.

"Ever been beaten with your own belt before?"

His tone was light, conversational as he gazed down at the man, though a dark smile flit across his lips. Now this was what he enjoyed. Having this much power over someone. Being able to do whatever he willed to them, draw out any reaction.

Zakhar gasped again, pressing forwards against the cigarette. The scent of burning flesh seduced his nose. He loved the smell of burning flesh. Truly loved it.

"Many time," he replied in the same light, casual tone.

Though his Master had preferred proper whips than his belt, the belt had done well enough when they couldn't get the whips of his choice.

The thought of being whipped again sent a shiver down his spine.

A mildly irritated expression flit across his mouth. Evgeni had rather hoped that he would be the first to dominate Zakhar, but no matter. He was sure he could leave his mark. Quite literally.

His hand caressed the burned skin, trailing up from just above the man's knee, and up his thigh, pumping him slowly, once, his thumb brushing over the slit. It quickly moved on again, fingertips brushing back down his thigh, giving the singed flesh a sharp slap.

"Spread them."