[M] Every wolf has its day

The soft purring became slightly louder as he pushed up against the hands stroking his torso.

After the pain of losing his virginity these soft fleeting touches were absolute heaven.

His head tilted back slightly as his neck was kissed, though despite everything he still refused to expose it to the man.

Lycus' own hands gripped onto Aleksandr's as he squeezed them gently, his fingers still slightly damp from cutting his palms earlier.

He didn't want to answer that question, chances are what ever he suggested he would be denied anyway, his response came in the form of a soft hiss as his flesh was bitten into once again.

One more mark to Lycus' slowly growing collection.

Alek was proud of the marks he had left on the man. He was determined to leave as many as he could all over Lycus' body. Perhaps he'd leave some in some rather obvious places for anyone to see.

He'd probably pay for that in Lycus' free Session but it would be well worth it.

The Lycan's lips trailed upwards, kissing along his neck again until he reached his jawline. He bit down harshly, sucking hard to leave a very visible mark. One that would be near impossible to hide.

Alek smirked a little. One very visible mark. But he wanted to leave one somewhere more...obvious.

His eyes flashed as he bowed his head to take Lycus' lower lip into his mouth. Split lip, some bruising around his lower lip. It'd definitely show up and he'd definitely have a hard time trying to cover it. It was perfect.

Lycus winced as his neck was bitten, Aleksandr had gotten right on the sensitive nerves, sending small jolts through his body.

He knew what the Lycan was doing, staking his claim and leaving his mark for everyone to see, at least he could hide that with his hair as long as he kept it down.

A warning growl rumbled loudly in his chest as Aleksandr took his lip into his mouth, that was too obvious, people would see it, they would know what he had been up to.

He didn't want to lose respect as an Elder of this coven, what would people think if they knew he was laying beneath the Lycan.

No doubt the other Lycan would not take him seriously, it could really wound his reputation.

"Aleksandr, don't."

He growled as he tried to pull away from him.

Alek arched a brow at the Elf as he tried to pull away.

He didn't like the idea of being marked there too much, did he? Too obvious, perhaps? Most probably. The mark would be right there; no way to hide that.

Its why he wanted to mark him there.

There's no way anyone could deny that he had been claimed and dominated by someone.

It wouldn't be too unusual to see an Elf dominated by someone. They were the bitch of the Supernatural creatures in most creatures eyes. They were used by everyone for items that others couldn't create easily and healing.

He doubted many of the older Lycan would bat an eyelid at the Elf being dominated. It was just the way the world worked.

And so Alek didn't pull back. His teeth latched onto the Elf's lip and bit down, sucking harshly to leave a dark mark.

Elves got trodden on by everyone, they always had been. They were second class citizens in the supernatural world, closer to the rank of humans than anyone else.

It was that singular fact that drove the Akonito family, and many other Elven clans to become Slavers.

If they couldn't protect themselves then they would dominate a use a species that could do it for them. Having Lycan's at their feet made Elves a force to be reckoned with.

Lycus refused to be like that, he refused to be helpless and used simply because he did not possess natural strength.

When Aleksandr bit onto his lip the Elf's entire demeanor changed, he had been calm and docile, now he was bucking and thrashing wildly beneath the man.

Enough of this, he wouldn't behave and let the man dominate him like this, he couldn't.

Alek gave a grunt when Lycus started thrashing beneath him.

Back to how it was before. Joy.

The Lycan pressed his weight down against Lycus' body to try and still him. Lycus was taller, but Alek had more muscles than him; he was heavier.

"I'd calm down a little before I get the machine again," he growled softly in the Elf's ear before biting down on it and giving it a sharp tug in warning.

He wouldn't be as kind as he was last time if this kept up.

He gave the bindings around his wrists a violent tug, slightly damaging the chain that held the cuffs together.

He growled as he was told to calm down, he wouldn't, he refused to no matter what was done to him. Lycus would rather wear the marks of being beaten within an inch of his life by the Lycan rather than his claiming marks.

"Get off of me!"

He growled through gritted teeth, Aleksandr could go fuck himself with that machine for all he cared.

With that the Elf's eyes turned their pale icy white once more as his barrier flared up, pushing the Lycan off of him and sending him sprawling back.

Once the Lycan was off of him he closed his legs tightly and began to squirm, given enough time he could get out of these, he knew he could, he just needed that barrier to hold up until he had the use of his hands.

He grunted loudly as he thrashed his arms forward, bashing the chain against the pole of the bench he was tied to.

Alek growled when he was knocked off of the Elf with that damned shield again.

He was getting rather annoyed with that shield coming into play whenever Lycus got pissed off. Idly, the Lycan wondered if there was a way to stop the Elf's powers for a short while.

He'd have to look for an old witch or something and see if it was doable.

The Lycan pushed himself to his feet and padded towards the shield again, pausing a few feet before the shield then barrelling forwards, his shoulder colliding with it.

Lycus was tired and with that his powers were slightly weakened, the weaker he was, the weaker they were and without any connection to the Earth he had no way of regenerating himself.

When Aleksandr collided with the shield the Elf winced as the blow reverberated through him. If the Lycan kept this up then he didn't have long to work with.

He grunted again as the ringing of metal on metal sounded through the room. He was trying frantically to free his hands, if Aleksandr got through that barrier he was in serious trouble.

He bashed the chain against the pole one last time until the chain finally snapped apart.

Lycus wanted to lay back and rest, he was quickly becoming tired but he didn't have time.

He tore the cuffs from his wrists and unbound his legs with a relieved groan as they stretched out.

The Elf rushed to his feet but quickly slumped against the bench beside him, wincing.

The pain in his backside was quickly becoming apparent and he had gotten to his feet too fast.

His shoulder collided with the barrier again. It shuddered but didn't break.

It was weakening. That was a good sign. He wouldn't need to work on it too much longer to break it.

Another crash and the barrier shattered around him.

He stumbled forwards with a low curse but caught himself easily enough before he fell to the ground.

Alek straightened up and stalked forwards slowly as his tongue ran over his lower lip.

Leant against that bench like that, Lycus had nowhere to run. The bench as one side of him, the wall next to him. He doubted the Elf would be up to climbing over the bench at the moment. He had successfully boxed the Elf in.

A little smirk curled his lips when he stopped in front of the man.

He snagged his hair and pulled him against him, kissing him fiercely.

The Elf yelled a curse as the barrier broke, the shattering felt like a physical blow, his powers were so closely connected to him that any damage to them, damaged him.

He backed away when Aleksandr stalked forward until he was pressed against the wall.

He had no where to run, he couldn't hide and he didn't have enough power to fight.

When his hair was gripped another shield attempted to separate them but he was too worn down, the barrier pushed against the Lycan feebly for a moment before retracting.

Lycus tried to pull away from the kiss, his hands pressing up against the man's chest, pounding against it.

He pressed the man against the wall, purring softly as he kissed him.

All their progress and Lycus' good behaviour this Session had been lost. But seeing the Elf's will spark and witnessing his fire after he had looked so defeated and vulnerable had turned him on.

He loved seeing people broken and vulnerable at his hand. But he loved seeing them fired up and so alive at his hand even more.

He had caused that drastic change in him and he adored it.

Alek's lips trailed from the Elf's, moving down to his neck.

Lycus' brows furrowed as he was pushed against the wall and kissed.

Aleksandr wasn't tearing him apart, he didn't even seem mad about his defiance, if anything he seemed more turned on.

The Lycan's lust was infectious and he found his anger turning to passion but he continued to push against the man trying to force him away.

"You can have the free session back, just let me go, I don't want you anymore Aleksandr."

He muttered, pushing on the Lycan's chest again. He made the Elf realize just how weak he was and he hated it, he hated seeing the proof that his species was less than everyone else, he refused to accept it.

Lycus would improve himself, and keep improving until he could stand against a supernatural his age and hold his own.

Alek didn't move when he was pushed.

Lycus wasn't strong enough to force him away in this weak state.

It almost made him feel bad knowing that he had weakened him. But he shook that quick enough. The worst Lycus was suffering was a sore ass from losing his virginity and feeling a little tired after his release.

Hardly anything life-threatening. He could recover soon enough.

The Lycan's tongue lapped over the taller man's neck, tasting the mix of blood and sweat that coated his skin.

He gave an involuntary moan as the tongue lapped out over his neck.

Why did his body refuse to behave, why couldn't he just brush off the man's advances unaffected.

His hands gripped onto the Lycan's shoulder firmly, his nail biting into the skin as his forehead rested against it.

"I hate you."

He muttered as he pulled the man closer and bit firmly into the side of his neck until he could taste blood, his tongue lapping out over the wound.

He hated Aleksandr, hated him for what he had done to his body, hated him for over powering him and pointing out his weaknesses.

But most of all he hated the Lycan because he simply could not resist him. He wanted Aleksandr, he yearned for him in one way or another, he made submission feel so good, and for that he could never forgive the man.

A soft chuckle sounded. He hated him. Hearing such strong words said so weakly amused him so much.

He tried to act so strong. Be so independent. And then Alek came along - a man who once lived under his rule - and suddenly he wasn't the perfectly strong being he thought he was. He was overpowered and his first reaction was to hate the thing that had overpowered him.

Alek gave a soft groan when his neck was bitten into.

His hips ground against the Elf's slowly as he lapped at his neck, tongue caressing the dark marks that littered his skin.

His teeth sunk in deeper as he bit down again, marking the Lycan's neck with his dull teeth.

That felt good, being able the damage him and leave his own mark, even if it was only fleeting, with the Lycan's healing rate his marks wouldn't last long.

But it made him feel like he had some control in this situation, he could still do something with his body, he could still affect Aleksandr in some way.

His own hips responded as they ground back against the Lycan, hardened flesh brushing against hardened flesh as they moved.

Lycus didn't understand himself, one moment he fought him off with such determination and the next he was pressed up against him wanting more.

Alek gave a louder groan as Lycus bit harder.

He didn't offer his throat, though. He may be enjoying it, but he was the dominant one here. He wouldn't lay down and let Lycus take control.

A smirk curled his lips when Lycus pressed against him. Well, that anger hadn't lasted long. In seconds the anger had faded and lust had taken over. He... didnt understand it. He didn't understand how lust could take over so absolutely in such a short period of time.

It had been a long time since he had truly felt that lustful.

But he wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

One hand gripped the Elf's hair, pulling it so his head tilted backwards to offer his throat. A purr sounded as he bowed his head to kiss and nip at the exposed flesh.

Lycus tried to pull his head back down as Aleksandr exposed his throat, he didn't like his body being manipulated like that, he didn't like being made more vulnerable.

It just seemed that in the small moments where he began to forget about his losing position and started enjoying himself something would happen to remind him that the Lycan was making him his bitch.

Slowly the Elf began to struggle again to try and free himself. It didn't matter how useless it was to try, he would do it.

Alek ignored the struggling, kissing down Lycus' neck to his chest.

He purred softly, diverting from his straight path to turn his head and nip sharply at a nipple. He purred, teeth scraping against it before his tongue flicked out.

The Lycan returned to kissing down the Elf's body slowly, keeping him held in place with two strong hands on his hips.

Alek's silver yes turned up to Lycus as he dropped to his knees and leaned forwards to nuzzle in his thigh, nipping softly, tongue laving over the flesh.

Lycus hissed a breath as his nipple was bitten at which point he looked down at his body for the first time.

His thighs were red and the skin broken in multiple places, he could feel the dampness on his neck from the multiple bleeding wounds.
The taste of blood lingered in his mouth from his split lip which was tender and bruised.

Bruises littered his skin from his struggles to get free of his bindings, he looked like a mess.

And with irritation he noted that though he had gotten free of the bindings he hadn't had time to remove the collar around his neck, with each little movement the metal buckle jingled softly, taunting him.

That would be next, as soon as the Lycan was distracted he would remove it.

His eyes fell onto Aleksandr as he knelt down and nuzzled his thigh, he resisted the urge to cover his member with his hands in an attempt of shielding himself from any of the man's sexual advances but that would earn him his hands being bound and he still needed them right now.

A little grin curled Alek's lips as he looked up.

He could see all the damage he had done. All the blood smeared over his skin, all the forming bruises and bite marks.

It was beautiful.

A loud purr erupted in the Lycan's chest as his head tilted and his tongue laved over the Elf's member.

Lycus was well and truly claimed.

It would take days for these marks to heal, the deeper ones could be there for the next week or so.

After this was all over he was just going to find a quiet part of the woods, find himself a hiding spot and let nature heal him until the marks were completely gone.

Lycus was just thankful that he had arrived in the coven after November, he could only imagine what his body would've looked like.

The only question was when was he getting out of here? Soon he hoped. Though they couldn't have been down here all that long it felt like an eternity to him.

The Elf gave a soft moan as his member was licked, his hips shifting in the man's grasp as he tried to move.

His tongue lapped over the man's member again.

All these little moans and the small shifts of his body as he tried to pull away or lean further into his touches. They all amused him. All made him want to laugh.

People... People were always so strange. They wanted one thing but did another. And that other was more often than not what they wanted deep down.

Lycus was submitting to him. Perhaps, under his power and self-imposed superiority, he just wanted to lose all that for a little while. And he did when he submitted. His pride made it hard but there was still a large part of him that wanted to submit.

Alek stood abruptly, turning and moving to the large wall of equipment. He picked out a nice leash. Heavy, made of a heavy chain and decorative braided leather. The small, intricate designs in the leather suggested Elven make. Trust Giacinto to get the best.

The Lycan padded back towards his (however unobedient) submissive, pausing for a moment along the way to pick up his discarded crop. "I promised you some time outside," he purred lowly, clipping the chain to the Elf's collar. He held the collar up, pressing it to his lips. "Bite down. Don't let it go. I'll be back in a minute."

He gave another soft moan as his member was licked, it was moments like this that he cursed being so sensitive to other peoples touch, but it was the result of thousands of years of denying people the ability to touch him.

When Aleksandr moved away from him he slumped against the wall and took a deep breath, being near the man seemed to weigh on him, moving got harder, breathing became more difficult in his presence.

He watched silently as the leash was attached to the collar around his neck, Elven made, something made by his own species being used against him by a Lycan.

Lycus bit down on the handle of the leash, his dull teeth baring into the leather firmly in frustration.

Aleksandr was leaving? Perhaps he would have enough time to get out of here.

The thoughts swirled through his mind as he looked at the Lycan, waiting for him to move away.