Fatal Meeting (Ev and Zakhar)

He slapped the man's thigh again, harder than before.

"Answer question," he growled softly.

He was getting a little annoyed at Ev's lack of compliance. Annoyed enough for him to contemplate taking further measures to break him in.

His eyes turned to the other item he had pulled out. Was he annoyed enough to use that yet?

Evgeni yelped, hips bucking up sharply at the pain. A quiet whimper slipped from his lips as the shock died away, leaving him with a burning heat over his skin.

"We must not... we must not..." He forced the words out, biting his lip.

He didn't want to conform like this. He wouldn't. No-no. He wouldn't let himself become a slave so easily.

"We must not do as Master says." he growled out, a smirk creasing his lips.

Zakhar tutted.

"Shame you said that." Life would have been much easier for the Bulgarian if he had just done as told.

Now Zakhar was going to make his life hell.

The Lycan shuffled down the bed and bowed his head to circle the man's ring of muscle with his tongue.

His eyes widened as the man's head ducked down, clinging onto his bonds for something to hold onto.

He let out a muffled moan, biting down on his lip to try to stop his noises, hips bucking up to the man's mouth, thighs spreading apart a little wider at the shock of pleasure which rippled through his body.

Yes, he hated being the submissive, but he couldn't deny his body's natural reactions.

A quiet whimper escaped him as he felt himself becoming aroused, a shiver running through his body.

He purred softly, the noise vibrating his tongue a little as he continued to lick the man slowly.

This was what he wanted. This quiet submissiveness.

it made for easier dealings with his Slaves.

"What do we not do to Master?" he asked softly.

He shuddered at the vibrations and slow pleasure, his body melting against the headboard as his chest raised and fell with soft pants and whimpers. Eyelashes flickered softly as his eyes scrunched up tightly.

His jaw grit stubbornly, the expression slightly odd as his cheeks flushed a faint pink, hips rocking slowly.

"...No..." he growled out, determined to ignore his body's response.

Zakhar tutted softly.

Evgeni was so stubborn.

It amused him greatly. He'd love to see how much it took to break the man.

Zakhar pulled away from the man and reached for the item laying on the bed. He'd break the man. And he'd enjoy doing so.

The Lycan laved his tongue over the tip of the vibrator in his grip.

Evgeni squirmed in his bonds, nails digging into the leather straps. He let out a growl, upper lip curling back over his teeth.

"Don't you dare put that-"

He didn't want to be made helpless like this. He liked being in control of his own body and his own reactions, and he hated anyone controlling him, whether that was in everyday life or sexually.

He pressed the toy against the man's entrance.

He didn't turn it on or push it in, but the man could definitely feel it against him. It was a silent promise of what was to come.

"Master does what he wants," Zakhar replied, flicking the toy on and pressing it against him for firmly.

He squirmed as he felt it press against him, letting out a loud curse.

A moan was muffled into his lip as Zakhar turned it on, jerking and writhing against it, eyes screwed closed tightly. He whimpered, the muscles in his stomach clenching tightly as he tried to control his reactions, head falling back against the headboard with a clunk.

"...Ch-chuka..."


(translation: "...Fu-fuck...")

He watched the man writhe against his bonds with a grin.

It always amused him that people would fight to the bitter end even when all was hopeless.

Evgeni wasn't getting out of his bonds. He belonged to Zakhar now and the younger Wolf was going to prove that.

Slowly, he pushed the toy into the man, twisting it slowly

"What are you smirking at?" he growled, lip curling.

He tried to twist away from it unsuccessfully, letting out a whimpering growl as it was pushed into him, jerking sharply. His body writhed slowly as Zakhar twisted the toy inside him, the leather creaking as his legs attempted to curl up.

"...Bastard..."

A loud, shaky moan slipped from his lips as his breathing sped up, hitching in his throat.

"Think of better insults. Yours are getting unimaginative."

He thrust the toy a couple of times before pausing.

"What do you not do to Master?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he waited for the man's answer, face straight.

He'd train this man.

Evgeni choked out a cry, hands gripping the headboard tightly as Zakhar gave the toy a couple of thrusts, legs jerking against the leather.

"When I get out of here..." he panted, biting down hard on his lip with a muffled whine, hips arching up.

He collapsed back as Zakhar stopped thrusting the toy, heavy pants racking his chest, resisting the urge to let out a whimper at the lack of friction.

"I am going to make you wish you were never born."

He tutted and shook his head.

Not the answer he wanted. Oh well, he could work with that.

Zakhar patted the man's thigh a couple times before slapping it hard and shifting to sit at the bottom of the bed after he picked up his book.

Perhaps a little time to become acquainted with the vibrator would be good for him.

As an afterthought, Zakhar leaned over and turned the toy higher, giving it one last thrust inside the man before leaning back and flicking his book open.

Silver eyes watched Zakhar expectantly, waiting for the hit. He almost wanted it. Not for the pain, but to be able to draw a reaction from the man; to have the satisfaction of knowing that he had manipulated Zakhar's actions.

He hissed a gasp as the hand came down on his skin, jerking. A satisfied smile crept across his lips, gazing up at him smugly.

But he frowned as the man shifted away. No... no... he wanted it out... he wanted to release... just not to be left with this thing inside him.

His head turned away, determined not to let the man see the disappointed and slightly panicked expression on his face.

His eyes widened as Zakhar leaned towards him again, hips rocking expectantly. Only for Zakhar to turn it up and move back away.

Shit. Evgeni bit down sharply on his lip, tasting blood. He wouldn't let himself moan. No, he wouldn't. He wouldn't give the man the satisfaction. His pants sped up in his chest, back arching slowly as he tried to suppress his reactions, letting out a quiet whimper.

Zakhar didn't look up when the man's breathing sped up and he arched off the bed.

His eyes didn't stray from the printed words of his book. His fingers traced over the edges of the pages, crumpling the corners as he read.

His books always ended up dog eared from his nasty habit of curling and crumpling the very corners of each page as he read.

His eyes screwed up in pleasure and frustration, shifting as best as he could.Oh fuck.

No. He would act as though it wasn't affecting him at all. Zakhar wouldn't get the satisfaction of succeeding in winding him up.

The man's jaw clenches, nails digging into the binds as he counted the moments, trying to force his breathing down to a normal speed, unsuccessfully.

Another quiet whimper escaped him as he tried to tighten his thighs, feeling altogether too exposed like this.

"...Oh..."

The noise escaped before he could stop it, his head tossing to the side to bury in his shoulder, cursing his body silently.

Zakhar's lips curled into a dark smirk though he didn't lift his gaze from the page.

It was only a matter of time before the man caved and begged him to do something more. A person could only take so much before they needed more.

He was planning on waiting the man out until he caved. He had the patience to do so.

"Take it out..."

Evgeni's head fell back on the headboard in frustration and annoyance, cursing under his breath. He had intended it to be a snarl, an order, but instead it had come out like a whimpering, fragile plead.

He could feel the pressure building up, and every time he moved to try to relieve some of the tension, the toy moved within him, only making it worse. A quiet moan slipped from between his parted lips, nails scrabbling at the board.

"...Fuck..."

He ignored the plead.

Why would he listen to the man when he was trying to break him? No, he'd let it get too much for him to handle without coming.

He turned a ragged page, eyes turning over the new text.

The Lycan let out a quiet cry, writhing. His hips attempted to rock upwards, legs struggling to close as he attempted to get some friction on his arousal... any kind of friction... he didn't care, just so long as something touched him.

He let out an agonised whimper, unable to control the movements of his body as he writhed, mouth hanging open.

"I want..."

Zakhar glanced up and grinned.

Oh, that was a beautiful sight. Evgeni tied in such a vulnerable position being pleasured by a toy. Even the way his expression twisted as he tried not to show how aroused he was.

He loved it all.

Zakhar loved breaking new Slaves.

"Hmmm?" he asked in a hum.

"...Touch me..." he begged, cheeks burning. Every time he tried to give an order, it became a beg or a plead.

He needed to be touched so badly now, and he didn't want to have to beg for it - he had been determined not to beg for it, but now, he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

His hips bucked upwards as the pressure began to become too much, crying out sharply.

"What do you not do to Master?"

He'd do nothing until that question was answered.

Zakhar turned the page again, humming softly to himself as he reread the pages he had already read a hundred times before.

Evgeni was stubborn but Zakhar's patience could stretch further than Ev's stubborn streak.