Zakhar finds his new Pet

Zakhar picked up his book again and flicked through it until he found his page.

His eyes travelled over the page, drinking in the words as he leaned back against the headboard.

The Lycan's lips quirked upwards hen the human sighed in bliss. Such a simple life the new generation leads if just the luxuries of a bed make them sigh in utter bliss. It was amusing how little things were so important.

Beds. Humans of this day were lost without a comfortable bed to sleep on.

"Notte uomo." Lino mumbled gratefully after he wuzzled himself under the thick an protective covers.

Even though the lights remained on, in almost no time at all the boy was fast sleep, his breathing light and blissful, his body relaxed and his facial expression peaceful.

___________________________

"Night man."

Zakhar flicked through his book for almost a half hour after Lino fell asleep before he got bored.

He snapped the book shut and set it down on the bedside table.

His eyes were drawn to Lino. He had been right. With a little soap and water, the grime and been removed and he looked even cuter than before. His pretty brown hair didn't hang lank and greasy in his face any more. The curls were dry and bouncy.

Lino definitely suited the clean look.

The Lycan's eyes trailed over the tanned skin that wasn't covered by the thick blanket and he was hit with the sudden urge to touch it. His skin looked soft; youthful.

Zakhar reached out, hand slipping under the cover to run his hand down the boy's bare back. Once again, he had been right. His fingers continued yo stroke and trace over the skin idly as he watched the boys peaceful face.

Fast asleep Lino wasn't awoken by the man's touch. Instead he only gave out a blithe little moan in response. His body shifted just slightly, and a smile came to his lips.

His dreams carried him to a girl he had known and loved and left without even a single goodbye. A girl with long strawberry blond hair and bright hazel eyes. A girl far better off without him in her life.

His lips quirked upwards at the soft moan.

Even when he was asleep, the boy reacted to his touches. He was so sensitive. The thought almost made him giddy.

His mind almost immediately turned to what would happen if he took the boy under his wing. No one would miss him. But would the boy be willing? Would Lino stay with him?

Probably not.

The pads of his fingers traced the waistband of the boy's jeans, dipping under slightly.

He took in a deep breath when he felt the man's fingers trace under the rim of his jeans, his skin littering with goosebumps.

He let his breath out with a sigh, holding the pillow tighter.

His dreams became more intimate, as he was still fast asleep.

Goosebumps.

Zakhar grinned widely. So sensitive~

His fingers pushed further under the waistband of the boy's jeans, caressing the skin; switching between firm and gentle strokes.

His eyes flickered over the boy's face.

Once the Russian man's touches switched from gentle to firm Lino furrowed his brow in confusion. He'd never been touched that way before. Suddenly the girl in his dreams started to melt away as he was pulled from sleep.

A groan came from his lips as he again tried to shift his weight, turning over on his back and holding onto the covers tight.

He was still half asleep, stuck between the dream world and reality.

When Lino shifted onto his back, the Lycan's fingers trailed over his skin.

His caresses immediately turned to the boys stomach and navel, alternating between firm and gentle as he had done before.

The touches trailed lower, once again slipping under the waistband of his jeans, the tips of his fingers brushing over the very top of the patch of the boys pubic hair.

How much could he do, he wondered, before the boy would wake?

Lino closed his eyes tighter, his arousal all ready getting pretty worked up from the touches his body was receiving.

He held onto the covers tightly and his breathing picked up just a little bit with the heartbeat in his chest. It had been quiet a while since he'd been intimate with anyone, even himself.

He licked his lips and peeked his eyes open, though they were glazed over from still being caught between sleep and consciousness.

"Penelope?" He whimpered, his vision not able to focus in on anything real.

His fingers travelled lower, brushing over the boy's erection in a feather light touch.

He stared at the boy as his eyes flickered half way open. He wasn't seeing the room, though. No, eh was still very much caught up in a dream world.

How would he react if he woke up to him jerking him off? Probably not very well. Would he scream rape?

He'd find out soon enough.

The teenagers eyes slid shut again and he furrowed his brow, arching his hips up as the man began to stroke his member.

His lips parted as he sighed out from the teasing pleasure.

He bent one of his knees up and let his leg spread out to the side, giving the Russian man more access.

The bulge was tight in the boys jeans now, his body fully aroused by this point. The head of his erection peeked out from the top of his jeans. He was just above average sized, surprisingly enough for his otherwise small and thin body.

Now the man was feeling giddy.

So compliant!

His free hand moved to unzip the boy's jeans and push them and his boxers down slightly as his occupied hand wrapped around the boy, pumping him.

This boy was definitely bringing him great amusement. How many people had he met that had been this compliant? Not many.

Lino arched his back and clenched onto the bed sheets tightly, squeezing his eyes shut tighter then before. A soft moan came from him as his eyes opened up again.

His member was throbbing from being jerked like it was. Finally he came from his slumber, waking up completely.

He realized that it was the man that was touching him. That it wasn't a dream. That Zakhar had pulled his pants down and was touching him.

His eyes widened in shock and he frantically sat up, trying to push himself away from the Russian.

He couldn't believe it, he just simply could not fathom that this was real.

"Che diavolo stai facendo?!" He cried out, trying to pull his pants back up.

________________________________

"What the hell are you doing?!"

There was no scream of rape, at least.

Without an outward reaction, he moved to pick up his book again, flicking it open and turning his eyes to the page.

"Tale un alto grido. Si potrebbe pensare che non aveva mai avuto un lavoro a mano prima," he tutted, glancing up at the boy as he tried up pull his pants up.

"Ciò si ottiene a disagio. Si consiglia di risolvere la cosa." He had suffered through many cases of blue balls that were uncomfortable at best.

______________________________
Such a loud shout. You'd think you had never had a hand job before

That will get uncomfortable. You may want to sort it out

The boys breaths were quick and panicked, his cheeks dark red with embarrassment. He still couldn't believe that this was happening, that this man had touched him like that while he slept!

"Fottuto bastardo malato!" He shouted, his voice cracking.

He stumbled off the bed and ran as fast as he could towards the door, holding his trousers up with one hand. He just needed to get out of that room, to get away from this man.

He didn't even care if he left his shirt and hoodie in the bathroom. He was going to get to the nearest phone and call his mother and beg for her to come take him home again.

This was too much, the final straw. He needed his mom.

_______________________________________

"You fucking sick bastard!"

As soon as the boy bolted, Zakhar leapt up.

With his speed, he would have just looked like a black blur as he skidded towards the door and stood in front of it, leaning back against it with his arms crossed over his bare chest, looking completely casual.

"Tale una bocca su di te, ragazzo. Ti sei mai insegnato a non maledire gli anziani?" he tutted.

_____________________________________
Such a mouth on you, boy. Were you ever taught not to curse at your elders?

In the time it took Lino to blink the man was somehow in front of him, blocking the only exit . He yelped out in shock and tried to stop dead in his tracks, stumbling backwards.

His eyes were wide, unbelieving of what he just witnessed. How could anyone move that fast? Maybe this wasn’t real… maybe this was still a nightmare.

Si prega di essere un incubo.

“Per favore, lasciami andare. Io non lo dirò a nessuno te lo prometto.” He whimpered, the fear thick in his voice.

_________________________________________

Please be a nightmare

"Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone I promise."

"Come veloce voi ragazzi vanno da grandi uomini forti per i bambini piagnucolio patetici," he chuckled darkly.

People these days had no bravery. It was all staged and fake.

He stepped forwards, slowly stalking towards the boy, herding him back towards the bed. "Non ho intenzione di farti del male." Much, he tacked on silently.

__________________
How quick you teenagers go from big strong men to pathetic whimpering children

I don't intend to hurt you

With every step the tall Russian took towards Lino, he moved away, not realizing he was moving back towards the bed until the back of his knees hit the mattress, causing him to stagger back and sit on it.

Fear gnawed at his gut and his heart was thudding hard enough in his chest to cause his ears to swell.

He crawled back on the bed and tried to get as far away from Zakhar as could, his body all ready starting to tremble.

"Andiamo, amico mi lasci andare." He begged with a quivering voice, barely able to breath.

____________________________________

"Come on man just let me go"

He continued to stalk forwards until he was stood at the foot of the bed, staring at Lino silently for a few long moments.

"Avete mai provato quello che avete fatto proprio in quel momento un altro uomo ha mai toccato in quel modo?" he asked, head cocking to the side as his hands perched on his hips.

He was curious.

________________________
Have you ever experienced what you have done just then Has another man ever touched you in that way before?

Lino looked up into the man's smoldering silver eye. His gaze was unnerving, intimidating, and the boy found himself terrified.

Tears welled up in his eyes at the man's words, his cheeks still hot and red from embarrassment. He tried not to let himself cry in front of the man but he was losing control from his fear.

"Per favore lasciami andare" He choked, his voice smaller then before even. This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening to him.

_____________________________

"Please let me go."

"Rispondi alla mia domanda."

He hated not having his questions answered. Absolutely loathed it.

He crawled onto the be, kneeling in front of the terrified looking Lino. "Non ho intenzione di farti del male." Not yet, at least. He didn't want to hurt him quite yet. That would come later.

Zakhar cupped the boy's cheeks, stroking them gently.

_______________
Answer my question

I'm not going to hurt you

Lino watched in horror as the man crawled the bed and came towards him. His breaths were short and stifled, his vision blurring out on everything except for Zakhar.

He squirmed his cheeks away from the mans touch and brought his hand up to strike him, despite knowing that this man had some sort of supernatural speed.

"Non mi toccare!" He yelled, voice getting angry again despite the fear shrouding it.

__________________________________

"Don't touch me!"

He let the strike make contact, giving a soft moan - not one of discomfort - pass his parted lips as the skin faded into a soft red.

"Tranquillo. Saremo cacciati se facciamo molto rumore."

He didn't want to be kicked out. He was comfortable here. He liked the room and he liked the lack of prying eyes or ears if questionable things were happening under their noses.

The Lycan didn't move his hands form the boys cheeks.

____________________________________
Quiet. We'll be kicked out if we make much noise.