Fatal Meeting (Ev and Zakhar)

Zakhar gave a little grin at the irritated look. He loved annoying people.

His eyes slid shut and he purred softly as the man caressed his skin.

His hips jerked against the hand that pumped him with a low moan. His body jerked a little at the slap, another low moan sounding.

The only reason Zakhar spread his legs as ordered was because Evgeni dominating him was an amusing thought. He'd humour him for now; do whatever he wanted him to do without question.

"Good."

He slid down Zakhar's body slowly, kissing over the burns, tongue darting out to taste the seared flesh with a purr. Pressing a light kiss to the tip of the man's arousal, his tongue swiped over the head, teeth giving a couple of light, feathery rakes over the sensitive skin before pulling away.

The belt came down on the blistered and burned skin hard, with a painful crack. His eyes gleamed as he admired the way the skin coloured and bruised, and the slight crack of blood vessels beneath the skin.

He purred, hips pressing up against Evgeni's mouth, eyes sliding shut.

He shivered, hips jerking when teeth scraped over his skin. No, no he didn't want these light touches. Light touches drove him mad. They weren't enough. He needed more; much more.

He needed-

Zakhar gave a shout when the leather struck his skin.

Yes! Yes, that was what he wanted. He wanted to be blistered and bruised and bleeding. He wanted to be manipulated. He wanted to be dominated.

He purred, leaning back up again to grip the ebony locks once more, biting down on an earlobe and tugging it between his teeth. His tongue moved to trace the inner shell of the man's ear, flicking inside for a moment.

"Why would you make me submit when it's so obvious that you want me to dominate you?" he murmured into Zakhar's ear, punctuating the sentence with a sharp bite to the skin, crushing it between his teeth.

Leaning away again, he brought the belt down on the blistered skin again, harder this time, so that his arm wrenched with the force that he used to hit the man.

He moaned softly when Evgeni tugged at his ear.

"Because breaking stubborn bastard is fun," he chuckled breathlessly. He loved breaking people that thought they'd never be dominated. it amused him to see them out of their comfort zone.

Zakhar was a man that could quite easily swing both ways when it came to Slave-Master sessions. He could be a Slave or he could be a Master.

His back arched and he gave another moan when the belt came down on his skin again.

He writhed, purring, one hand sliding down his stomach to grip himself. He started a slow, teasing rhythm, thumb passing over his slit.

He snarled, his free hand shooting out to pin Zakhar's hands above his head as he brought the belt down again, further up the man's thighs, dangerously close to his crotch. If his hand had still been there, it would have grazed his fingers.

He wound the belt around the man's neck, pulling it tight. He ground his knee against his crotch agonisingly slowly as he yanked the belt, jerking him forwards to kiss him again roughly.

A faint purr echoed in his chest at the faint taste of blood and smoke, raking his teeth along the man's tongue.

Zakhar gave a little growl when his hands were pinned above his head.

Oh well, there goes his ability to pleasure himself until Evgeni let his hands go to do other things. He could be patient.

He groaned when he was whipped again. Evgeni definitely wasn't reserved when it came to whipping him; that much was obvious.

The younger man gave a low warning growl when the belt was wrapped around his neck. He didn't trust the man; he didn't want the belt around his neck. He knew now that for as long as the belt was around his neck, he wouldn't do anything that Evgeni wouldn't like.

The man had the ability to strangle him to death and he really didn't like the sound of that.

He returned the rough kiss with equal vigour.

Evgeni yanked the belt roughly as the man growled at him. Not enough to do any damage, but enough to give a decent warning.

"Don't growl."

Keeping a tight hold on the belt, he released Zakhar's hands, brushing his lips over the man's collarbone to suck a patch of skin into his mouth. A hand slid down the younger lycan's body to circle his entrance before pushing three fingers inside him roughly.

He purred quietly at the sensation of the skin around his fingers, twisting them sharply. Drawing them out, he pinned the man's arms again as he slid the belt off Zakhar's neck.

Zakhar almost flinched when Ev yanked on the belt. He hated being at other peoples mercy, but the thought of being manipulated by others like this aroused him almost painfully.

Evgeni could do anything; have him do anything. No matter how unwilling or embarrassing, Zakhar would do it because it made him more aroused.

He gave a tiny nod of his head at the order. No growling; he could do that.

When his hands were released, he kept them still, lying on the bed above his head. He knew that if he let them anywhere else, they'd gravitated back towards his arousal. He wouldn't do that. Not until the belt was clear of his throat, at least.

Zakhar gave a loud, half-pained gasp, back arching as three fingers pushed into him. It had been a long while since anything had been pushing into there so the new stretch was somewhat painful. But with a small shift of his hips he found himself getting used to the pain and finding pleasure in it.

A soft pink flush swept over his skin as his thrust his hips down against Evgeni's fingers, whimpering a moan when he twisted them sharply.

The younger man gave a relieved sigh when his neck was released. He wouldn't be choked to death now, at least. That was a big comfort to him.

His silver eye darted to look anywhere it could but at Evgeni as he gave another soft whimper, begging the man to touch him, slap him, beat him, use the twos that were in the drawer he had gotten the leather straps out of on him. Anything. He wanted the man to dominate him and do it well. He wanted to be sore for days and sport the marks that proved that this had happened for longer.

His legs spread a little further in hopes of the man taking mercy on him and doing something.

He purred quietly as Zakhar seemed to melt below him, sliding back down the man's body to rake his teeth over the head of the man's erection, biting down softly. Not enough for complete agony, but enough for a slight twinge of pain, mingled with pleasure.

The tip of his tongue darted out to press into the slit of the man's arousal, before pulling away.

He leaned back up, lips hovering just over the other man's as his fingers pulled out again, giving a sharp flick to the head of his erection as he pulled his hand away.

"What do you say?"

His hips jerked when the man's teeth scraped over his arousal and bit down a little. A half-pained hiss escaped through clenched teeth.

He whined, hips pressing upwards insistently.

He panted softly, his breath blowing over Evgeni's lips.

Another whine sounded and his body jerked when Ev flicked the head of his arousal. But otherwise he stayed silently. What do you say? Nothing. He would say nothing.

He flipped the man over onto his stomach roughly, forefinger and thumb pinching the pressure points on the sides of his neck hard.

"Answer the question."

The order was murmured into the man's ear, his teeth biting down sharply on his shoulder with a satisfied purr as he felt the skin breaking between his jaws. His hips ground against Zakhar's slowly as his tongue darted over the wound soothingly, tasting blood.

His free hand squeezed the base of the man's arousal tightly, but not moving his hand.

"What do you say?"

Zakhar gave a loud moan when he was flipped over and a pressure point was pinch.

Fuck. That hurt like a son of a bitch.

He clenched his teeth and stayed stubbornly silently. He wasn't going to say anything. Nothing at all. Evgeni would have to go to the ends of the Earth to get him to say anything.

The younger man whined, hips jerking against the hand squeezing him.

"Say nothing and you will get nothing."

A smirk flit across his lips as his gaze landed on the vibrator, picking it up, his fingers trailing over the rubber. Turning it up to its highest setting, he rammed it inside the man roughly, giving it a sharp twist before pulling his hand away.

He gripped the man's wrists tightly to stop him from touching himself as he lay down next to him, eyes watching his reactions carefully.

"Fuck you," was his response to that. it was something, just not what the older man wanted to hear.

His back arched and he inhaled sharply as the vibrator was thrust into him.

He whimpered and spread his legs a little, hips jerking a little.

His head lolled back and his eyes slid closed. His lips were slightly parted, soft pants passing through them.

He ignored the insult, moving a little closer to the man to watch his expressions closely, purring under his breath.

There was something so satisfying about dominating a man who had tried to capture him. Especially when his reactions were so entertaining.

The belt licked along the backs of the man's thighs again, before coming down a little harder on the blistering skin. He leaned down to trail his tongue along the reddened skin, purring at the heat.

Moving away, he lay back next to the man, a hand slipping down his body to touch himself, letting out a low moan.

The join feeling of the toy inside him and the belt against his thighs made him whine loudly.

Damn.

Zakhar writhed, whimpering softly as the toy moved inside him, tugging at the hand around his wrists.

He wanted more than this. The toy and belt wasn't enough as it is. Ev needed to do more. Really torture him. He wanted to feel pain. He wanted Evgeni to make him scream out in pain.

His eyes fell on a box across the room and he gave one last, forceful lash to the backs of the man's thighs. He watched the skin turn a flushed pink, fingertips tracing over the stinging skin, before binding the man's arms to his sides with the belt, wandering across the room to inspect it.

His eyes gleamed as he opened the lid and inspected the contents. Sterilised needles. Lots of different sizes and gauges. A piercing kit.

He shot a thoughtful look over at the man as he picked the kit up, carrying it over to the bed to sit down next to him.

"I hope you're not afraid of needles." he purred.

Actually, that was a lie. If Zakhar was afraid of needles, he would be very amused. And having the opportunity to abuse him like this, he would make the most of it.

Zakhar moaned when the belt lashed over his skin again.

He wriggled a little when he was bound an left alone.

What the Hell was the man doing? Where was he going? If he left now, Zakhar would hunt him down and kill him. He wouldn't tolerate being left here like this.

Needles?

He blinked, shifting to get a look at the man, arching a brow. Why would the man ask that? What was he planning?

Just the thought of not knowing what the man was going to do had a shiver running down his spine and a soft moan sounding out.

He crawled over the man, straddling his hips as he brushed the black locks away from the man's neck. His lips brushed over the base of Zakhar's hairline, the movements surprisingly gentle as his kissed and lapped at the skin, slowly working his way down the man's spine.

The tip of the needle trailed down the dip in the man's spine, leaving a light scratch on the skin.

Pinching a section of the man's skin, he slowly slid the needle through, curving it up to emerge out the other side. His tongue darted over his lips as he slid the ring through the newly opened wound.

A smirk darted over his lips as he leaned down, tugging the ring between his teeth.

His eyes fluttered a little as the man kissed and lapped at his skin, purring softly.

Zakhar shivered violently when the needle scratched down his skin. Needle... He was piercing him?

That would be a new experience for him. He had never been pierced before. He had done a lot but never been pierced.

The Lycan gave a soft whine, keeping as still as he could when the man slid the needle into his skin. That proved very difficult with the vibrator still inside him, driving him mad.

He gave a soft moan when the man tugged at the ring now embedded in his skin.

He purred softly, tongue darting around the metal fleetingly, the lingering, subtle taste of blood hitting his tastebuds.

Drawing back a little, he positioned the needle directly opposite the new piercing, pushing the needle through a little harder and quicker this time. He wriggled the needle inside the skin a little to loosen it, before threading the next ring through.

Leaning up, he kissed down the back of Zakhar's neck softly as his finger hooked through the ring, giving it another playful tug.

His hand drifted down to touch the man fleetingly, thumb rubbing over his slit before pulling away again.

The Russian gave a quiet whine, writhing a little and biting his lip when Evgeni wriggled the needle.

His back arched with the tug to the ring, moaning softly.

The feeling of his sore flesh behind tugged and rubbed against by the new intrusion in his skin was addictive. He wanted to feel more. He wanted more. He wanted more pain.

He needed Evgeni to make him scream.

Zakhar moaned, hips thrusting against the hand touching him.

He did the third, fourth, fifth and sixth piercings slowly, each time the needle working its way through the skin agonisingly slowly, twisting, bending upwards, sliding the rings through slowly.

When he was done, he searched through the kit until he pulled out a length of rope. A grin flit over his mouth as he threaded it through the rings in a criss-cross pattern, pulling it tight, the skin taughtening from the strain.

Zakhar stayed as still and quiet as he could as Evgeni pierced him.

Occasionally he moaned or writhed from either pain or the vibrator still working inside him.

He hissed quietly when Ev threaded rope through the rings and pulled it tight, back arching.

"E-Ev," he whined softly. He wanted more.