Laziness

Zakhar almost pouted.

Not all because of him, huh?

"Ah, I can understand doing what Master Teo told." He did everything Aleksandr told him to do without question. He had a deep respect for the man.

The Lycan smirked. "If you feel vulnerable then I shall take advantage of your vulnerability. Makes it easier to dominate."

“Our sessions will not be much fun if I cannot put up a good fight against you or if I don’t have to stamina to go for long periods of time.
I’m not blessed with the strength and stamina of a Lycan, unfortunately.”

If he were Lycan he would not have to put so much effort in, not that he minded, their sessions provided him with entertainment.

“So I suppose some of it comes down to you.”

Tyrael chuckled and shook his head.
“If that’s the case then I take back what I said earlier, I will use your weaknesses against you.”

He replied, glancing at Zakhar’s blind eye with a smirk.

"You would disappoint very much if you cannot go long time."

He wouldn't amused if his sessions had to be cut short because Tyrael couldn't handle long sessions.

The Elf definitely had to train his stamina.

Zakhar pursed his lips. He didn't like the idea of Tyrael using his blind spot but he had bought it on himself by saying what he had.

"I refuse to be a disappointment so I guess I will be hitting the gym."

A few weeks of intensive training then continued maintenance would work wonders for his body.

The Elf was incredible healthy so all he had to do was push his body harder and he would have no problem keeping up with Zakhar during a session.

He ran his hand through his hair, sex was going to be getting a lot more intense and much more enjoyable.

Zakhar smirked a little, picturing the man panting and sweaty.

It was a pleasing thought. A very pleasing thought.

He'd be looking forwards to seeing that sight many times in the future; through watching him train or ...other means.

"I will tell you if you disappoint."

"I wouldn't expect any different to be honest."
He could imagine Zakhar scolding him if he preformed badly and forcing him to do it again until he did it in a way that satisfied the man.

"Though you know I am going to have high expectations of you, I would be thoroughly displeased if you don't perform to standard."

They had both gone through hell to get to this stage and he would be damned if the sex got dull and unsatisfying.

"An eye for an eye," he chuckled softly.

If Tyrael disappointed him, he'd hear about it and the same for him if he disappointed Tyrael.

He didn't mind that. He'd much rather know when he was performing badly and working to improve than going on performing terribly because his partner didn't tell him that he wasn't up to standard.

A grin spread across his lips and he gave a soft nod.
"Exactly."

At the very least they were blunt enough to be able to tell each other the truth about sexual performance.

"Since you're up and about again you will have to give me a detail recount of how your Slaves take seeing that scar across your chest.
I'd find that to be a rather interesting story."

Zakhar snorted.

"Perhaps I shall invite you so you can see expressions yourself."

He himself wanted to know how Lino and Evgeni would react to the scars. he was particularly curious about Lino. As far as he remembered, Lino had never seen a scar on his body besides the ones on his face.

He had definitely never seen a scar that claimed him as someone else's. He definitely needed to find out what his reaction would be.

"You'll have to go find that untrained Slave of yours soon.
He's been hiding from you by the looks of it since he didn't know you have been gone.

He was far too happy when I said you would not be back for a few days, time to burst his bubble."

Tyrael chuckled softly, the Lycan had been rather irritating, he'd take pleasure in seeing him unhappy about Zakhar's reappearance.

Zakhar nodded.

"Da. It is about time I reintroduce him to my toys."

He needed to crack down and really break the man in before he got too annoyed and just ended up killing him.

A dead Slave didn't provide any amusement.

Talking of amusement...

"You said Evgeni doesn't like electricity." His lips quirked into a dark grin. "Does your craft skills extend to shock collars?"

A smirk of amusement curled at the corners of his lips and his eyes gazed over at the Lycan.

"Electricity and crafting, my two specialties."
He gave a soft chuckle, he felt slightly sorry for Zakhar's Slave if he was going to have a shock collar.

"Would you like me to design one for him?"
He asked raising an eyebrow at the wolf.

"Da. If you would be so kind."

After a moment of silence, he pursed his lips. Payment. He doubted the Elf would care much about money.

"If it is done, I will submit without fight one time."

For one session of Tyrael's choosing, he would do anything and everything that the Elf wanted him to do without complaint. He would even wear the damned collar of his.

His smirk widened at the choice of payment, now that idea did please him.

"That sounds like a fair payment, I'll make the shock collar for you.

If you want some input into the design we could do draw it up now so you know what you are getting."

He didn't want to go through the process of making it if the Lycan didn't like what he received.

"Do not waste session; it will not come along often."

It would be a rare occasion that Zakhar would fully submit to the Elf. Tyrael better take times like this and really let his imagination run wild.

He nodded. "Da, that sounds good."

He liekd the idea of having some form of influence on the design.

"Oh no, I will be saving it for a special occasion."

He replied with a chuckle as he rose to his feet, he wouldn't waste something like a free pass, he save onto it for when he really needed it then he would take full advantage of the situation.

"Come, lets go design a collar for him then."
He replied, offering the Lycan a hand up.
When he had a job that interested him he was eager to start, craftsmanship like his took time so he liked working on it as soon as possible.

Zakhar grasped the Elf's hand and hoisted himself up.

He brushed off his backside and the backs of his thighs before bending to pick up his shirt, slinging it carelessly over a shoulder.

"Yes, lets."

He would enjoy helping design a collar for his Slave.

Tyrael walked the small distance away and picked up his T-Shirt, slipping it back over his head and walking over to the Lycan.

He nodded his head towards the mansion and started walking towards it.
He had been tanning the leather and smelting out in the garage however he worked mainly from his bedroom.

"We will have to go to Aria wing."
He replied as he lead the Lycan towards his bedroom, today he would permit the man inside despite the rule against it, they had made the exception for if they were invited in.

Zakhar gave a nod.

He hadn't really paid much attention to the Houses within the mansion. he had arrived, he had been put in a house, he got his room. That was the end of it.

So Tyrael was in the Aria wing. A different wing than him. Fairly far away from him, too. The other side of the mansion.

At least he'd know where to go if he needed Tyrael and he was in his room.

He wouldn't break their rule but it would be nice to know where the man stayed when he wasn't anywhere else just in case he did need him.

He walked beside the Lycan until he reached the room which belonged to him, unlocking the door and gesturing for the man to enter.

"Come on in."

He shut the door behind him and moved to the section of the room which belong to him, his shelf was covered in books and knick knacks but other than that it was fairly tidy, his section of the room also housed a large oak desk.

Something he had brought himself to work on, he opened one of the draws and pulled out a sketch pad and pen, the top of the desk was covered in different types of leather and ink, as well as metal bits and pieces or half finished projects.

He liked to work or more than one thing at once, that way if something was drying he could move onto something else.

Amongst the clutter of the desk sat the collar intended for Zakhar, being stretch against a curved bit of steel to give it a perfect shape.

He sat down at his desk and pulled up another chair for Zakhar.

"Try not too touch too much."
He didn't like people messing with things on his desk, a lot of it was fairly delicate.

"Right so any initial ideas beyond a typical shock collar?"

Zakhar didn't even bother looking at the details of the Elf's room.

He didn't care.

He wasn't curious and he didn't think there'd be anything of interest to him even if he did look.

The Lycan sat on the chair that was pulled up for him.

"Can you engrave metal?"

"I can emboss, engrave, cast, anything you want I can do it, why what did you have in mind?"

He asked and he started drawing down possible electrical circuits that would be powerful enough to bring a Lycan to their knees yet small enough to fit into a streamline collar.

He'd need to make a locking mechanism on it to ensure the Lycan couldn't take it off without a key which Zakhar would possess as well as a remote to control the shock strength.

"Something I plan to have all of my Slaves possess."

It looked so great on Lino's skin that he couldn't resist making it a sort of trademark.

He motioned for Tyrael to pass him the sketchbook and pencil. It;d be easier to show him the design than tell him about it.

"I'm intrigued."

He replied, raising and eyebrow as he flicked to a new page and handed the man the sketch book.

He picked up a metal ring from his desk and started polishing it while he watched Zakhar draw, he wanted to know what the Lycan was planning to make.

Tyrael brought he bare feet to his chair and sat cross legged upon it, he figured it was his room, his space, he could be as relaxed as he pleased.

Zakhar hummed softly as he began to sketch.

The pattern was fairly complex, a mass of leaves around a very decorative Z.

It didn't take long for him to sketch the design out. The Lycan couldn't draw much but he was good with lettering and he was proud of his skills.

"There. Is that possible?"