[M] Drip Drip Drip

The Lycan smiled softly as he looked over a few different bottles of red wine.

He felt the need for a good drink and where better to go for his alcoholic needs than down into the wine cellar?

Finally deciding on one bottle, he moved over to a large counter with glasses already set out. Giacinto kept this place well organised.

The cork came free easily enough and he pulled a glass closer. As he tipped the bottle, a few droplets of the crimson liquid falling into the glass, splashing against the clear bottom. Drip drip drip.

A loud crash of an old bottle sounded in the room, a bottled lodged awkwardly into a rack, tottering slowly and finally giving up, falling to the stone floor with a loud crash.

He cursed as the bottle slipped from his hands and smashed on the edge of the counter. Stupidly he had reached out to catch it, his hand getting caught in the explosion of glass; small shards cutting his tanned skin but none embedding into his hand, thankfully.

A mixture of blood and wine dripped from his hand and splashed against the stone floor below. Drip drip drip.

Lycus had been heading down to gather a bottle of his own, he was a large fan of wine and had been coming down to the cellar quite frequently since he had first ventured down here.

The sound of smashing caught his attention, his long pointed ears twitching as they picked up the the direction of the noise.

The smell of red wine and blood quickly wafted through the air, despite his species not having the best sense of smell, he knew the scent of that blood well enough to know who it belonged to.

"How clumsy of you Aleksandr, such a waste of good wine."
He mused as he looked over the massacre in front of him, leaning against the door frame.

The Lycan sighed softly, hand lifting to lap his tongue over the small wounds.

His silver eyes flickered up to rest on Lycus.

"Evening," he muttered softly, wiping the mixture of blood and wine off on his slacks carelessly. He'd just shove them in the wash when he got back to his room. No harm done.

"If you're so worried about letting good wine go to waste, you could always lick it off the floor."

"I believe it is a dog's duty to lick mess off of the floor, is it not?"

He asked, quizzically tilting his head to the side as he watched Aleksandr.

"So perhaps you should lick it off the floor, Aleksandr."

The Elf chuckled softly, he would enjoy watching the Lycan lick the floor clean immensely.

"I believe I'm much higher than a common dog."

One brow arched high in challenge. "I believe wolves lick the blood of their felled enemies off the floor."

He took a step forwards, a few drops of blood and wine splattering against the ground, following behind him.

"Perhaps I should live up to that after I tear your throat out and watch you bleed out right here?"

He was in a bad mood. he had gone through another loop earlier that day and with Lycus here he had felt even worse afterwards than usual. He was jumpy and ready to lash out.

"There is no reason to get violent over a simple jest, you seem more tense than usual."

His lips curled up into a little smirk as he looked the man over.

"Could it be that you have a little pent up frustration that you haven't been able to work out on your own?"

The Elf took a step forward and ran his finger alone the top of his waistband suggestively.

"I think I know a way we could work out some of your anger."
He mused, looking down at the Lycan.

"I have some pent up frustration," he replied, eyes turning down to the fingers at his waistband and narrowing slightly.

"None of it can be solved through sex."

That was a lie but he didn't really want Lycus thinking he could fuck him whenever he wanted.

"So I would suggest getting yourself a bottle of wine and leaving," he muttered softly, pressing a hand to the Elf's chest.

"A lot of things can be solved through sex, I think you underestimate it."

He replied, he was sure that is Aleksandr had someone warming his bed more often then he wouldn't feel the need to be so hostile.

When the Lycan's hand pressed against his chest he only pushed closer, brushing his lips against the man's neck, his hot breath flowing over the sensitive flesh as his tongue lapped over it.

"You've been avoiding sex so long that you've forgotten how much you like it."

He muttered softly as his blunt teeth bit into his neck gently as his hand dripped beneath his waistband for a moment.

"I underestimate nothing. I just don't see the need for sex."

If it wasn't for children he didn't particularly care. And right now he didn't have anyone to have children with so he didn't need sex. It was that simple.

His lips parted slightly when when he felt the hot breath and the slick heat of the Elf's tongue.

A soft groan sounded when teeth sank into the sensitive skin of his neck.

His body shivered softly.

"Pleasure and satisfaction."

He purred in against the man's neck, the words caressing in against the Lycan's ear as his mouth trailed lower down his marked neck, biting down against, more roughly this time as he sucked on the trapped flesh.

His hands stroked around the Lycan's waist band, pulling him closer by it before his hand dipped down beneath the fabric and caressed his backside and thighs gently.

"And you know that I can make you feel both."
He had left Aleksandr sated last time, he could easily do it again.

"You can get both without sex."

He didn't need sex. Nor did he particularly want it. It was there and it felt good. But he didn't need it so he rarely indulged in it.

Another groan sounded as his teeth bit into his neck more harshly.

It was times like this that he cursed his love of being bitten.

The muscles of his back adn thighs tensed slightly as the Elf's hands caressed them. Like many Lycan, he didn't bother with underwear. Pulling off so many clothes was just too much effort. So the Elf was caressing bare skin rather than the cloth of underwear.

He smiled as he felt the bare skin beneath his hands, it seemed Aleksandr was always ready for a little fun if he didn't wear underwear.

"But having me touch you feel better than doing it yourself, doesn't it?"

He asked as he unbuttoned and unzipped the man's pants pushing his hand down the front of them as he grasped onto the man's member, stroking him firmly as his tongue lapped over the intents his teeth left in his neck.

It did. The Elf's hand was confident. He had being doing this for thousands of years. He was good at it.

But Alek would never admit it.

It'd boost Lycus' ego and that wasn't something he wanted to do. The Elf was cocky enough as it was.

A soft whine sounded in Alek's throat, hips pressing forwards against the hand around his member.

He gave him a few firm and fast pumps before easing off and gripping onto the front of his pants as his tongue trailed Aleksandr's neck and collar bone.

"Lets get somewhere a little more private so we don't get interrupted."

He purred his words as he nipped at the Lycan's neck again, pulling him forward by his pants as he led him towards the dungeon.

He had found that on his travels around the mansion, it was well stocked and it looked amusing.

He whined and moaned softly, shivering as the Elf pumped him.

It had been so long since this had happened that he was overly sensitive. These little touches were bringing such intense reactions from the Lycan. He both loved and hated them. Or rather, he loved the reactions but hated how they were being caused.

A soft purr sounded as he followed behind Lycus when the Elf pulled him along.

He was aroused and he wanted more.

And he cursed himself for it.

He pulled Aleksandr into the dungeon and locked the door behind them, then began pushing the Lycan's pants down over his hips so that they pooled around his ankles, a soft purr rumbling in his chest.

"Lets have some fun."

He murmured as he slowly unbuttoned Aleksandr's shirt, exposing the man's broad chest and shoulders.

His hand found the man's arousal again, the more he kept the Lycan turned on the more compliant he would be.

He didnt move when he was slowly exposed to the Elf.

He just stood, eyes heavily hooded, letting the Elf do whatever he wanted.

He shrugged his shirt off of his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, totally forgotten for now.

Alek's tongue lapped over his lower lip and a low moan tore from his throat as Lycus' hand moved back to his arousal.

As long as he was enjoying himself, Aleksandr was like putty is in hands.

"This way."

He coaxed, moving him towards a piece of equipment that had the Lycan kneeling down with his backside presented in air, but it still left room for Lycus to continue stroking him while he fucked him.

It would be perfectly and it meant that he would be able to use toys on the man without any hindrance.

The Lycan followed obediently.

He had seen this equipment before. Or, at least, older more outdated versions of this equipment.

Lycus didn't know that he had been a Master before. He didn't want the Elf to know. God knows what would happen if he knew that Alek was used to seeing all of this and rather enjoyed it at times.

His eyes trailed over the piece they were heading towards, a low purr erupting in his chest. If only he and Zakhar were together at the moment. He could see the younger Lycan attached to this piece, his pale ass up in the air for him to tease and torture.

Lycus pushed the Lycan down onto the piece of equipment, promptly strapping in his arms and legs, he was going to enjoy this immensely.

His hand stroked over the man's backside with a soft purr before one of his hands moved to continue stroking him while the other continued to caress the soft cheeks.

His fingers delved between his cheeks, drawing circles around his entrance slowly as he leaned over, sinking his teeth sharply into the Lycan's right cheek.

He laid out on the piece obediently when he was pushed down.

He was a little wary about being strapped into it but it looked easily enough to break if things got too bad. it wasn't made my Elves. It was for human use. Whoever started making Lycan-proof sex devices would truly be loved by a lot of people.

A soft purr rumbled in his chest as his hips moved slightly against the hand stroking him.

A loud gasp sounded and his body jerked in its bonds when teeth sank into one of his cheeks.

His hands continued to move as he bit down just as sharply on the other cheek, leaving both sporting red bite marks.

He looked down at the man's backside, admiring his work with a soft purr before pulling away, he looked so good marked like that, he would very much like to see Aleksandr sporting more of his marks.

The Elf got to his feet and moved to one of the walls, picking up a braided leather riding crop.

He seemed to like being bound and bitten, Lycus wanted to see how he took to being spanked.

The leather tip of the crop skimmed over his backside slowly, caressing his skin before biting into it with a sharp crack as he whipped the man.

A soft, almost inaudible, whine sounded when the Elf's hands moved away from him.

He'd never admit to it if Lycus commented on it, though. His pride wouldn't take admitting that he had been enjoying the Elf's touch. He'd rather bite off his own tongue than admit it.

His lips parted in a soft whimper as he felt the cool touch of a leather crop.

So many times he had trailed one over his own skin before whipping Zakhar sharply; hearing the younger Lycan's sharp cry of pleasure.

A sound that tore from his throat as the loud crack sounded.

A smile spread across his lips as Aleksandr cried out, it was a beautiful sound and intended on enjoying every second of it as the crop met his backside a second time.

The second blow was strong enough that the Lycan's skin tore open beneath the leather, blood trickling down his tanned backside and onto the floor.

A purr sounded in the Elf's chest as he watched it do so, he was a sadist and seeing scenes like this got him more hot and bothered than he cared to admit.

He shivered violently with another cry as the crop met his skin again.

His hands clenched into fists as he felt his blood rolling down his thigh, staining his tanned flesh red.

His sharp teeth sank into the flesh of his lip as his back arched slightly, pressing his backside up a little, swaying t side to side as best as he could in his current restraints.

Alek wanted more. More attention, more pain, more pleasure. Just more.