Ownership (Zakhar, Damien and Evgeni)

Damien sat on his bed reading. Well, as close as he usually got to reading anyway. It was a tattoo magazine. Some nice ones, and some others which he really wondered why the hell any client would commission them, and why the hell any artist would agree to do them.

Books really weren't his cup of tea. After a while, plots were incredibly predictable, especially when you had been reading for centuries. He had yet to find a book that he hadn't guessed the plot of after the first chapter.

Tattoo magazines, on the other hand, were pretty unpredictable. People ordered the weirdest things sometimes. In this particular one, there was a woman who had ordered a doughnut on her foot, and a teacup in her armpit.

People were weird.

Evgeni scowled up at Zakhar silently as he was dragged to their room.

He wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but he was sure that he didn't trust Zakhar, whatever the hell he was planning. However, after the very painful situation concerning Belial, darts, and places he never cared to have darts ever again, he had come to the conclusion that it could probably be worse.

He didn't feel that he owed Zakhar particularly for what happened with Belial, but as long as Zakhar had Belial as a Master, it was probably bet to be nice to him.

He liked his balls in tact, thank you very much.

Zakhar's heat was finally over. He could finally leave Belial and not badger the Demon for sex every few hours.

And now that that was out of his system, he had other things he needed to be doing.

Like finally training Evgeni. So he had hunted him down and he was now dragging him by his hair to Damien. First off, he needed branding as his then he'd start his training.

"Damien, I need your skills again." This would be the third time he had asked Damien for a tattoo. The third person he had had tattooed, as well.

Damien barely glanced up as Zakhar strode in, dragging the older man along by his hair.

"Same rules as last time, I'm afraid." he replied with a yawn. "Doesn't look terribly consensual when you're dragging him along by his hair."

The man rolled a cigarette, holding it between his teeth as he tried to light it. The lighter clicked, but no flame. He cursed under his breath, shaking it before trying again. The flame flickered and died, much to his annoyance.

"Shit."

During mating season, cigarettes, a regular wank and the local brothel had pretty much been all that had kept him going. Now he only had a regular wank and the local brothel. Great.

"You got a light?"

"What's going on?"

He attempted to pry Zakhar's fingers from his hair with a low, irritated growl before giving up and chucking Damien the lighter he usually kept in his left pocket.

Just so long as he got it back later.

Evgeni really had no idea what was happening, though the word "consensual" had got him suspicious. Had Zakhar brought him here for sex? Or was it something else? Who was this man? He seemed familiar, but he wasn't sure where from.

"Get off me."

Now that he had the shock collar, dragging him around by his hair was incredibly unnecessary. He wouldn't be able to run away easily if Zakhar kept shocking him.

"I dont need reminding."

His lips quirked as he bowed his head, letting go of Evgeni's hair, hand sliding down to stroke his neck gently, fingers tracing the edge of the collar.

"Disagree to this and I will tape the highest shock button to the remote and forget about it, do you understand?" he asked in a low breath; barely loud enough for Evgeni to hear, let alone Damien.

There would be no lashing out or denying. He would get this tattoo and he would be trained. No other opinions came into play. It was Zakhar's way. Zakhar would get his way with this.

His nails bit into the older Lycan's neck slightly in warning as he gave the Lycan a soft smile. "He is consensual. Da, Evgeni?"

A shiver ran up his spine as Zakhar stroked his neck, resisting the urge to shrug him off. It felt nice when Zakhar did that, but it felt altogether too intimate, and his natural reaction to intimacy was to get as far away from it as possible. Especially since his reactions were heightened now.

He bit his lip at Zakhar's words, eyes darting to the side. There really was no way out. Not with this thing locked around his neck.

"Yes." he replied mechanically, though his expression showed no sign of being excited by the prospect.

He looked like thunder.

He leaned forwards to press a soft, lingering kiss to the older man's cheek, stroking his neck and hair gently.

"Good boy," he crooned softly.

He had to make sure that Evgeni knew that good deeds would be rewarded. Stick and carrot method. For everything good thing he did he'd get a reward and for every bad thing he did, a punishment.

"He is a little nervous about needle." That would hopefully explain away the face like thunder Evgeni was sporting.

He turned the older man around gently to face him, leaning down to kiss him deeply, pressing against him. "After this I will make you feel good," he promised, one hand sliding down his stomach to grasp the Bulgarian's crotch through his jeans.

He shot an odd look at the Bulgarian. People didn't generally look so completely furious when they went to get tattoos done. Nervous, yes, but angry, no.

But he shrugged it off. People always reacted differently, anyway.

The man cleared his throat lightly as Zakhar grabbed the man's crotch, but his eyes glinted in amusement as he started to disinfect and set up the tattoo gun.

Though personally, he usually preferred to keep work and play separate, it wasn't the first time something like that had happened in his studio. Masochists came in all the time, usually with a partner.

But he still had to keep a professional demeanor.

"Come here then."

An expression of mild irritation flickered across his face as Zakhar praised him. As he wasn't really in the Slave mindset, generally he found it condescending and generally irritating. He almost two centuries older than Zakhar after all.

However, he found himself slipping all too easily into the kiss, resisting with great difficulty the urge to press up against the man.

His heat had started to get stronger recently, and it was little things like these which made him really aware of it. He inhaled sharply as Zakhar's hand grasped him, hips jerking unintentionally with a soft moan.

It bugged him how much he reacted at this time. All the more so because it was Zakhar who was making him like this.

Shooting one last glare back at Zakhar, he reluctantly made his way to the bed, settling down next to the tattooed man.

Zakhar's lips quirked up as he watched Evgeni move over to the other Lycan's bed.

He knelt next to his bedside table and rifled through it until he found his leather bound journal. His fingers caressed each page gently as he flicked through the book until he found what he was looking for.

The same sketch he had given to Damien the first time around.

He padded over to the bed and laid the sketch down on it before moving back over to his own bed.

Evgeni wasn't like Lino. Right now Evgeni would probably be more relaxed without Zakhar hovering around him.

"Cheers."

He looked over the sketch, nodding. The same one as the last time? In an odd way, he found it funny. The man sitting next to him looked so much the opposite of the last one that Zakhar had brought. Not so much physically, but the whole personality and manner.

Seemed Zakhar didn't exactly have a type.

He glanced up to look at Zakhar, stubbing out his cigarette.

"Same place as last time?"

Evgeni briefly glanced over at the sketch. He wasn't sure whether to be irritated or relieved. The idea of being branded with someone's initials permanently, he found unbearable. But the design, at least, was... tolerable. Perfectly tasteful.

Perhaps if he tried to forget that it was Zakhar's initials then perhaps he could tolerate it.

He did however, find it annoying that he was being talked across like this. He shot a glare at Damien and turned to Zakhar.

"Where?"

The Russian nodded in conformation. "Da."

The same place as last time.

His eyes flickered to Evgeni when he turned to him. His lips quirked upwards. "Inner thigh," he answered. There was nothing to gain from hiding it from Evgeni. In fact, he could probably gain more from telling him.

He could gain Evgeni's trust. Or at least a little bit of it.

Zakhar leaned back on his bed and stretched out, propping himself up on his pillows.

"Take off your pants then. In your own time of course."

Damien started to disinfect his hands, slipping on a pair of rubber gloves.

He started to cleanse the bared skin with an antiseptic wipe before placing the sketch on the man's leg and pulling out a pen. Slowly, carefully, he copied out the design, eyebrows knit tightly in concentration.

Well, at least this one wasn't protesting or wriggling. It seemed like he might have at first.

There definitely seemed to be less trust between this one and Zakhar than the last man that the Russian had brought in, though he couldn't put his finger on why.

Evgeni slid off his trousers obediently before sitting back down on the bed, watching Zakhar in a mixture of annoyance and relief.

At least Zakhar had told him what was happening.

He sat stock still as he was drawn on, muscles a little tense under the man's touch. Although he wasn't exactly relaxed right now, he wasn't hugely nervous either. He had never been tattooed before, but he had had a branding on the underside of his foot from his old Master.

That had hurt like a bitch. It had been impossible for him to walk in days. Probably partly to stop him from running away.

A tattoo didn't seem like it would be as bad as that, at least.

Zakhar laid back and nuzzled more comfortably into his bed.

He'd wait this out. Not interrupt.

Interrupting would probably induce Damien's anger and yet more hatred from Evgeni. Stopping a tattoo midway through would be terrible. It irked him greatly when things were unfinished.

Damien wouldn't be happy if he had to stop midway and Evgeni would be pissed that he had to go through it again to get it finished.

He'd wait it out until Damien gave the a'okay for him to come in and do what he needed.

"Ok, ready?" His eyes flickered up to Evgeni. "Here we go then."

He slowly started to outline the tattoo, tracing the line of the pen. His brows furrowed, and his tongue poked out through his teeth a little as he worked. This seemed to be the man's first tattoo, but his pain tolerance for it seemed to be surprisingly high.

There was no squirming or protesting, like there normally was. Though there could be other reasons of course. He had had masochists before, and some people, very rarely, who didn't even feel pain at all.

Or, of course, Evgeni might have gone through something a lot more painful than this.

"Are you doing ok?" he asked, almost automatically. There seemed to be no need for the question, but it was his job to ask all the same.

He nodded at the question.

His skin leapt a little as the needle started to move over it, but other than that, he sat stock still, just staring at the wall on the other side of the room as Damien tattooed him. It didn't hurt - the pain was nothing by comparison to some of the things that he had been through. Enough to make him jump in surprise, but not enough to be unbearable.

Evgeni couldn't believe he was just allowing himself to be branded like this. He just couldn't understand why. Where had this feeling of compliance come from? Was it knowing that Zakhar was nowhere near as harsh a Master as Belial would have been? Was it knowing that he couldn't disobey him with the shock collar around his neck? Or was it just giving in after so long of being bullied into submission?

He just didn't understand anymore.

"I'm fine, carry on."

His lips quirked upwards.

Evgeni was being very well behaved. He was shocked. Pleasantly so.

The man deserved a reward for his good behaviour when Damien was through with tattooing him.

Perhaps he could play on his exhibitionism for a reward. Or even have Damien join in. Damien may enjoy not being tortured for once and finally be the one doing some of the torture.

It sounded fun. He'd definitely have to talk to the American about it.

Damien nodded and went back to his work, dabbing occasionally at the skin with an antiseptic wipe to get some of the excess ink and blood off.

Finishing the outlining, he adjusted the tattoo gun, and slowly started to fill it in, starting out at the difficult part just within the outlining and slowly working his way inwards.

When he had finally finished, he wiped the skin down and covered it in a layer of antiseptic cream, sticking some clingfilm over it to keep it clean.

"Ok, that's that, then."

He set about cleaning his gun, starting to pack it away.

Evgeni winced a little as Damien started to fill in, the pain intensifying a little, but did not cry out or move, merely chewing on his lip impatiently.

He just wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible. Branding didn't mean you belonged to someone forever, he reassured himself. He didn't still belong to his old Master, and in a few years time, he wouldn't belong to Zakhar.

No, he didn't belong to Zakhar now. He didn't. It was just a mark on his thigh, that was all.

He breathed a sigh of relief as the needle was lifted off his skin and his skin was cleaned.

Of course, he didn't thank the man. It was Damien's job, after all. And he had been pressured into it. Not something to be thankful for.

So he just stood up, walking towards the door and shooting a look back at Zakhar.

"Is that it?"

Zakhar sat up and cocked a finger, beckoning Evgeni to come to him when he turned to look over his shoulder.

"Come here."

He was proud of Evgeni and as such would award him.

Zakhar shifted to kneel on the bed waiting for Evgeni to come to him. If he didn't, he'd get a little shock have the same request.

And he'd keeping getting that until he did come to him.

For now he'd wait for Damien to finish cleaning before involving him.

Evgeni hesitated for a moment.

It would be so easy just to walk out that door right now, and it was sorely tempting. But not only would that risk him getting shocked, but...

But one of the few people who could help alleviate his heat was in here, and he needed it at the moment. He really needed to be touched, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to leave that opportunity behind out of sheer stubbornness.

He walked over to Zakhar slowly, standing, cross-armed, defensively in front of him.

"What do you want?"

He reached out to guide Evgeni to lay on his beg gently.

"I'm very proud," he murmured softly, brushing the man's hair out of his face tenderly.

"Very proud." He leaned down over the man to kiss his neck gently, capturing a small patch of flesh between his teeth, pulling back slightly, letting the flesh slide from between his teeth.

His lips found his skin again, kissing downwards slowly, caressing his stomach and chest, pausing to lave his tongue over a nipple slowly, fanning it with hot breath afterwards.

"I want to make you feel good."