Fatal Meeting (Ev and Zakhar)

He smirked as Zakhar whined out his name, pulling the rope tighter to drag the man up to sit against him.

"What do you say?" he repeated, biting an earlobe roughly as his tongue dipped inside the shell.

Holding the rope with one hand, his other slipped around the man's body to pinch a nipple roughly, tugging it between his fingers. He kissed down Zakhar's neck again with a purr, tongue lapping out to taste the salty skin. And bit down hard enough to draw blood, yanking the rope as he pinched the nipple again.

The younger man grit his teeth together, whimpering slightly as he was dragged up.

As he pushed himself up, he pulled his knees under himself so he was kneeling instead of sitting in a really awkward yoga position gone wrong.

"Fuck you." That was what he would say every time Evgeni asked. His body was submitting totally, but he wouldn't submit mentally. Ev hadn't proved to him that he was worthy of being his Master, so he wouldn't submit.

Zakhar was the Master here no matter how muddled their positions were at the moment.

His back arched a little when a nipple was pinched, resting his head on the older man's shoulder. A hiss sounded at the joint feeling of having his piercings yanked, having a nipple pinched and having his neck bitten into.

He whined and writhed, wishing he was able to touch himself; stroke himself, jerk himself off, move that fucking vibrator inside of him a little.

He shifted and gave a loud moan when the toy moved inside him.

Evgeni raised an eyebrow in irritation, giving the piercings another hard yank before releasing him and shoving him back down on the bed roughly.

"Very well."

He rolled Zakhar over, bending to take a nipple into his mouth and bit down harshly, crushing it between his teeth. His tongue rolled over the nub, a little more soothingly, bringing it into his mouth again to suck it gently.

The needle pierced through the sensitive skin slowly, dragging out the pain as he threaded a bar through and pulled.

He hissed when the piercing was yanked and he was pushed down onto the bed.

Zakhar stared up at Evgeni through heavily lidded eyes, panting solftly when he was flipped over.

He gave a soft moan when the man bit down on his nipple, writhing against his mouth with a whine.

A loud gasp sounded when the needle pierced his skin, his back arching off the bed as he writhed in pleasurable pain.

He whined again, pressing his hips upwards in hopes of the man taking pity and jerking him off or moving the vibrator when the bar was tugged.

His face was flushed red as he stared up at Evgeni pleadingly. He wanted more - much more.

He chuckled lowly, leaning down to bite the man's lip lightly.

"You can whine and whimper all you want. If you don't ask for it, you won't get it."

Once he was onto a challenge, he wouldn't give up. Evgeni was a stubborn arse, and he frankly didn't care what happened to everyone else if he was onto a good thing. And right now, he wanted Zakhar to beg him. And he wouldn't release him until he did.

If Zakhar wanted release without begging, he would have to overpower him. That was the only way.

His tongue flicked lightly over the other nipple, finger running along the smooth metal of the needle as he glanced up at the man, knowing smirk creasing his lips.

Zakhar snorted.

He wouldn't beg. He was far too stubborn and prideful for that, even with the delicious pain of the piercings and the toy that was still inside of him.

He was close to taking over. Oh so close.

He could only stand so much sexual torture of this nature before he decided he had had enough.

The younger man eyed Evgeni warily as a smirk curled his lips. he looked more than a little sinister caressing a needle and grinning like that.

He raised an eyebrow.

"No?"

The needle slipped through Zakhar's skin again sharply, piercing his other nipple, giving a hard yank as it came out the other side. He slid the other bar through the new wound slowly, taking his sweet time in drawing out the pain. When the piercing was secured his knee subtly brushed over the man's arousal before drawing back again, teasing him as he pulled the metal bar sharply.

Zakhar whimpered and writhed away from the needle being yanked through his skin.

Evgeni's movements were getting rougher and causing more pain. But the pain wasn't enough to make him scream out.

His back arched a little, his head turning away from the older Lycan, cheeks flushing slightly as his breathing picked up. The more pain he caused, the more aroused Zakhar got.

He moaned, pressing down against Evgeni's knee, grinding against it before giving a pathetic whimper when he pulled back. Damn bastard. His back arched a little when the raw piercing was tugged.

Finally, he gave up. "Make me scream," he whimpered breathlessly. That's all he wanted. He wanted to be in so much pain that he screamed out.

He purred in satisfaction, leaning down to kiss Zakhar's neck rewardingly as his hand slipped down the man's body to give him a couple of slow, brief pumps. His hand slid further down to grip the vibrator, thrusting it in and out of the man's body roughly.

Kissing down the man's body, he took him into his mouth slowly, continuing to thrust the vibrator in and out of him as he bobbed his head, twirling his tongue around the tip.

He pulled away again with a smirk, lightly caressing Zakhar's thigh.

Just a little more.

"Please." he prompted.

Zakhar moaned, hips thrusting against the hand pumping him.

He gave a loud, satisfied groan, grinding down against the vibrator being thrust inside him, his breathing coming in heavy pants.

The younger man gave a soft whine, jerking into the man's hot, wet mouth.

At the prompt, Zakhar inhaled gently, then spat at the older Lycan. He may have been reduced to begging, but please wasn't in his vocabulary.

His expression did not change as the man spat at him, only turning the man around to face the headboard, forcing him to sit up straight. Rifling through the box again, he came out with some ring piercings and a chain, a sadistic smirk flitting over his lips.

He slowly slid the bars out, replacing them with the rings. Slipping the chain through the piercings, he tied it tightly to the headboard, tying the man's arms with the belt.

"I hope your stomach muscles are good."

He picked up Zakhar's book and flicked back to the beginning, starting to read. Zakhar should take some of his own medicine. When the frustration and pleasure got too much and Zakhar needed to lie down, it would pull the chains and tear his skin.

He'd have to beg before Evgeni would release him.

Zakhar's eyes slid shut, sitting silently as the man replaced the bars with rings.

He gave a small noise when the rings were tied to the bed by a chain, tugging slightly as he tried to readjust himself to sit more comfortably.

He whimpered softly when the vibrator moved inside of him, pausing before he jerked and did some serious damage.

The younger man swallowed thickly as he stayed as still as he could.

He continued to read Zakhar's book, not glancing up as a hand stretched out beside him to pump the man slowly, resting the book on his lap as he turned the page.

Truth be told, he wasn't even reading it. The man's whimpers and moans were distracting, and he found himself smirking and plotting in his head as he continued to pretend to read, thumb rubbing over the slit of his arousal.

Withdrawing his hand, he set the book on the side, lying back to watch him struggle, his sadistic smirk widening.

Zakhar whined loudly, jerking into the hand then hissing when the movements tugged on the piercings.

"Bastard," he hissed jerking against the thumb on his slit then crying out as it pulled painfully at the rings.

He writhed a little, eyes sliding closed as he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down and stop himself from moving. He didn't want to tear the piercings out of his nipples. It'd hurt like hell and look a complete mess.

Evgeni chuckled knowingly under his breath. The less the man moved, the more his body would make him want the friction, and so, he would either be forced to beg, or forced to move, hurting himself even more.

Personally, he'd be content with either.

"Just one little word." he purred out, tilting his head at him.

His own arousal was starting to hurt, so he let his hand slip down his body, pumping himself slowly with a groan as his head lolled back against the pillow. He let out a quiet moan, bucking into his hand, panting softly.

"Asshole," he replied.

It'd take a lot more than a couple piercings and a chain to get him to say please. He couldn't remember the last time he had said please with any seriousness. Zakhar didn't beg for anything.

He shifted a little, moving his hips forwards instead of backwards so the chain didn't pull. That little motion move the toy inside of him somewhat and satisfied him enough that he wouldn't need to beg Evgeni to give him pleasure.

An expression of mild irritation flit across his face as the man made himself comfortable, sitting up reluctantly.

His hand grasped the vibrator, giving it a few rough thrusts inside the man as he tugged the chain viciously, but not enough to actually tear.

Pulling away again, he picked another, longer chain from the box and attached it to the posts at the end of the bed, threading it through the corset piercing again.

Now, no matter whether Zakhar pulled backwards or forwards, he would be yanking one of his piercings.

Zakhar gave a moan, hips thrusting back against the toy being thrust into him, giving a loud, pained gasp when the chain was tugged.

Shit.

Shit, now he was screwed.

The younger Lycan cursed mentally when his corset piercing was attached to another chain.

Zakhar was royally fucked now and he knew it. He could either sit here until it became too much and did some real damage to himself, or he could suck up his bruised pride and beg the man.

He was silent for a good few minutes before he finally relented. "Make me scream, please." The word was spat out, leaving a foul taste on his tongue. Evgeni had gotten him to beg.

He purred in satisfaction, leaning forwards to graze his lips down the man's neck, tongue darting gently over the skin.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

His hand went to the chain on Zakhar's nipples first. They had been attached longest, so it would be wise to take the chain off them before they tore. He untied the chain before slipping it out of the rings, straddling the man's lap to lick and suck the abused nipples soothingly.

His hands strayed behind Zakhar's back to untie the chain on his corset piercing, rubbing over his backside softly.

He gave a half-hearted growl in response.

That was the one and only time he'd beg.

Zakhar gave a soft sigh on relief when the chain tugging his nipples was removed. A soft purred sounded when the man's tongue passed over his abused, pierced flesh. The soft, wet touches of the tongue were a far cry from the harsh pull of the chain.

As soon as the other chain was removed, he thrust his chest forwards into the older Wolf's mouth with a quiet moan.

"Make me scream," he whimpered softly.

Evgeni smiled in satisfaction at the man's reactions, tongue tracing a line down abdomen as he took the belt off Zakhar's arms.

He took him back inside his mouth, one hand thrusting the vibrator inside him roughly as he worked him, raking his teeth over the man's shaft slowly before giving a harsh suck to the head.

His free hand brought the belt down on Zakhar's thigh hard.

Zakhar groaned, head lolling back, caught between thrusting back against the toy and thrusting forwards into Evgeni's mouth.

He gasped, jerking when the belt met with his skin.

"Scream, I want to scream. Make be bleed!" he hissed desperately.

He wanted the man to bring so much pain to him that he couldn't help but to scream out loudly. The whipping hurt and made him cry out, but it wasn't enough to make him scream.

Evgeni rolled the man over again roughly, seizing the rope on the corset piercing. He tugged it harshly as he brought the belt down on the backs of the man's thighs hard, whipping him over and over as he continued to tug the rope each time he did so.

When the leather bit into the skin, drawing blood, he stopped, panting heavily and grasped the vibrator again, tugging the rope again harshly as he gave it a hard thrust, twisting it inside the man.

He groaned when his piercings were tugged harshly.

Those piercings were going to be raw for the next day or two as they healed up from the rough treatment.

Zakhar's hands fisted into the blankets and he gave loud cries every time the belt met with the backs of this thighs.

When he felt his skin being broken and the blood roll over the contours of his thighs he gave a hoarse scream. Fuck, that hurt like a sun of fucking bitch!

Finally! he had been asking for this for a while.

He laid still as the man tugged harshly at the rope again.

But as soon as his fingers slid away from the rope, he turned, knocking Evgeni from above him and pinning him down with a feral grin. Now he was going to have his own fun.

Evgeni snarled as he was knocked down from his position, struggling in the man's grip, a fist flying out to punch him in the chest.

Damn. He had been enjoying that.

"Oh no, you don't."

He wrenched the man's hair, growling, lip curled back over his teeth. If Zakhar had control of him, he doubted the man would let him off lightly. He had a feeling that he might have pushed it a little too far with the man.

He wasn't thinking of giving up dominance any time soon though.

His hand scrabbled at the man's back, yanking a piercing sharply.