[M] An Elder's duty

He let out a long groan as he was filled, his body stretching around the Lycan's member.

His nails scratched into his cheeks slightly. Every time he was entered he could feel more and more pleasure, right now he could truly understand why people submitted, this pleasure, feeling the man rub up against the sensitive flesh inside of him, baring down on his prostate was addictive.

Lycus never thought he would be able to enjoy this but how wrong he was, this didn't scare him anymore, he wanted it.

Alek groaned softly as he continued to thrust into the Elf.

The more time they spent together, the less Lycus writhed and tried to get away. Lycus was enjoying this just as much as he was now.

He still felt stretched and it was still a little uncomfortable; that was normal. But he was starting to feel pleasure and that was good.

The Lycan smiled softly as he leaned over the Elf, pressing his chest to his Elf's back. He nipped at his long ear gently. This was the last time they could afford to be together for so long. He wanted them both to remember this.

Lycus let go of his backside and gripped onto the armrest of the chair, moving his body slowly against the Lycan as he leaned over top of him.

He couldn't help but give a pleased whine as his ear was nipped, they were sensitive and rarely touched, the slightest stroke sent tingles through him.

The Elf was getting move adventurous, even being the submissive partner he got more involved, moving his body, arching and thrusting in ways that benefited them both, enhancing their pleasure.

The pain was easier to look past now and slowly they could start becoming a little rougher, moving slightly faster and going for longer.

Lycus craned his head back and kissed the man softly as his body moved a little faster against him.

A small smirk curled his lips when the Elf below him whined.

Alek could quickly become addicted to this; to feeling Lycus writhing beneath him in a mixture of pleasure and pain, hearing him cry out as Alek forced feelings that he hadn't felt before onto him.

Only he had fucked him like this. Lycus belonged solely to him.

One hand curled in the Elf's chestnut coloured hair, tugging it sharply to pull him up as he returned the Elf's kiss.

He wanted to hear him hiss at the pain of having his hair pulled like this. He wanted to see him wince and feel his body react to the pain.

His hips moved, thrusting deep inside his lover at a hard, fast pace. He wanted to own Lycus' reactions completely. Know how he would react to every little action and manipulate his body through that knowledge.

Soon he would take time to learn all reactions that Lycus had to anything he could do to him. He would do all he could and memorise every last little reaction that the Elf had.

"Does this hurt?" he rasped in a deep, husky drawl as he tugged at the Elf's hair again, pulling his head back mercilessly as his hips continued to move.

Lycus did hiss as his hair was pulled, his body quickly arching up against Aleksandr as his arms held him up and away from the arm of the chair.

He winced as his body tensed for a moment, being taken like this forced the Lycan inside of him deeply, grinding up against part of him that no other had ever touched.

The sensation was almost overwhelming, the Lycan was so deep and moved harder and faster every time that they lay together.

A growl rumbled in his chest as his head was forced back again, his body writhing slightly, wanting to move away from the pain as the rough tugging on his hair caused his scalp to ache.

"No."

He lied, pressing up against the man's torso, limiting how much he could tug his hair back. The way Alek's voice assaulted his ears made a shiver run through him, from his voice alone he could tell how much he affected the man.

The chuckle that caressed the Elf's ears was just as husky as the Lycan's previous spoken words.

His voice was low; a dangerous seductive purr of a laugh.

"Shame." His tongue pushed through slightly parted lips, running slowly over his lower lip, leaving behind a damp trail, before he pressed his lips to the Elf's neck, just below his ear.

He kissed along his neck, tongue laving out over his heated skin.

A soft puff of hot air left the Lycan's mouth as he blew on the wet patch of skin, chilling it.

His hand jerked, tugging harder at Lycus' hair.

"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"

He didn't know whether to cringe or groan at the sound of the laugh, he knew Aleksandr was dangerous, he was powerful and merciless when he wanted to be.

So willingly he had walked into a Wolf's den and become the Alpha's prey, but the fear he was meant to feel wasn't present, instead he felt the a unmistakable surge of yearning, he wanted this man and the danger of it only made his desire more unyielding.

A barely audible gasp left him as tender lips pressed against his skin, such a gentle action among a sea of rough ones, quickly chased by a shiver as his hot flesh cooled unexpectedly.

A restricted sound rumbled at the back of the Elf's throat, the silenced cross between a growl and pained groan as his head was yanked back again.

"I'm sure."

He muttered, this one last time together he would prove to his lover that he was not made of glass, he wouldn't break down and sob from a few rough actions.

His lips pursed a little at the denial.

It really was a shame. He wanted to see the Elf's reactions unbidden. He wanted to know exactly what he was feeling; not be met with a stubborn face that wouldn't share the reactions he was craving.

"If I could right now I would bend you over the bed and whip you until you were crying and bleeding," he purred, nuzzling into the Elf's neck.

"Mark you like only I can."

The movement of his hips slowed. He gripped the firm skin of Lycus' hips as he began a slow, teasing pace.

If he couldn't get him writhing in pain, then he'd have him writhing in pleasure.

A primal purring sounded in his chest as the man spoke, it seemed he had so few victories lately, this one was bitter-sweet however because deep within him he had this lust, this demanding desire to be close to Aleksandr in every way possible, to wear his marks and bare the pain connected with them.

"You will, once they are gone."

He muttered, arching back, moving his hips with the Lycan's thrusts as he captured his lips, nipping and kissing them softly.

"And I will let you."

His admission wasn't a falsehood, despite his constant objections he would miss the feel on the man's teeth baring into his skin, the way his nails tore into it so easily or the sharp sting of his hand as it collided with his thighs or backside.

When they were taken away from him by and outside force, he wanted them, more so than ever before.

With a soft groan he kissed the man's neck, biting the skin teasingly, knowing he could when Aleksandr couldn't.

"You wouldn't have any choice in the matter."

If Lycus wouldn't let him bend him over and whip him, then he'd restrain him. He'd have his way with him whether Lycus objected to it or not.

His eyes slid shut and he gave a low moan when the Elf's teeth sank into his flesh.

He wanted to bite the man. Bite him and mark him and claim him as his own but he couldn't. Not now. Not for a long while yet. The two of them needed to get through the current situation before he could even think of bruising the Elf's skin.

Alek held the Elf's hips a little tighter to prevent him from moving as his hips moved slower still.

A small smirk quirked at the corner of Lycus' lips, in this room he had many choices, there were things he had that could be used to his advantage if the Lycan tried to force him into anything.

The long forgotten vines that had once dwelled beneath his bed now curled around the bed posts decoratively but could still be used if need be.

He gave a frustrated groan as his hips were held, pressing back as he tried to move against the Lycan's member as it thrust into him at an agonizing speed.

"Aleksandr..."
He purred seductively, his head craning back as he licked and kissed a trail down the man's neck, his hands moving from the arm of the chair to the gracing over the Lycan's hands on his hips, stroking them softly.

Rather suddenly the Elf's teeth bore down on the tanned skin, piercing it with a groan as blood swept over his tongue.

With Alek's age and species that would heal in the next few minutes, there was no way the Fae would ever see it.

Alek smirked at the groan.

Lycus was getting frustrated with this slow pace. He loved that he could affect the Elf like that.

Lycus was a needy lustful creature. Just as lustful as he could be when the mood struck him. The two of them could rival each other with their passions.

His lips parted with a low groan when the Elf's teeth sank into his flesh.

"When the Fae leave, I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be walking for weeks," he growled dangerously, thrusting deep inside of the man suddenly.

His lips quirked up again into a small grin as the Lycan groaned, he wanted to cover his skin in bite marks in the hopes that if he inflicted enough of them, one might not fade away so quickly.

He knew that wouldn't happened but he still yearned for the man to wear his mark, he wanted to wake in the morning and see his teeth mark marring the man's skin. That thought was always slightly bitter when he caught a glimpse of the large scar on Aleksandr's neck, Giacinto had gotten to him in the Elf's absence.

"You can try."
He purred back teasingly before gasping a moan as he was thrust into, causing his body to fall forward, his hands grasping the armrest to support his body.

Yes, Giacinto had gotten to him.

It wasn't something he regretted. He had enjoyed his time with Giacinto to its fullest. He had loved her. He still did love her to some extent. His love for her now was more of a companion than a mate.

Right now, though, he wasn't attached to the Vampire. He was far more attached to the Elf than anyone else.

"I plan to do far more than just try," he purred dangerously.

He'd get what he wanted from the Elf. There was no 'possibly' or 'maybe' about it. He'd fuck the Elf and he'd fuck him hard when the Fae were gone. No one would be able to stop him from holing himself up in this room with Lycus and staying here for a few days to participate in what would be a much needed sexathon.

That purr sent shivers down his spine, he both anticipated the dreaded what would happen between them once the Fae left, he knew he would have to endure a lot before the Lycan was done with him.

"We will see, perhaps I'll find myself a pretty little Elf while the Fae are here and not what to give them up."

He muttered in reply with a chuckle, a cruel little smirk curling at his lips, he liked to work the man up, would it annoy him if he found another in his absence?

A large part of him hoped so, seeing the Lycan jealous would bring him a certain amount of satisfaction, he doubted that they were monogamous, however Aleksandr was insistent they he was not interested in sex when he had arrived.

A brow quirked upwards and he gave an amused little smile.

"Fuck your little Elf. It won't stop me from fucking you."

If Lycus really wanted an Elf then Alek wouldn't argue. He wouldn't take the Elf as his own - only Lycus got his passions - but he would allow Lycus to fuck an Elf if he really wanted to.

The Lycan returned to his slow teasing pace.

He'd show the Elf exactly what he would be missing a lot of if he decided to take on another lover.

He nipped the Elf's hear gently with a low purr.

Lycus gave an amused chuckle as Aleksandr spoke, words didn't do anything and he didn't want to know what kind of reaction he would get if he became intimate with another in front of him.

"Keep me satisfied and I wont have to."
He teased as he leaned back and nipped the man's ear firmly, a little grin still present on his lips.

The Elf doubt that anyone could compare to Aleksandr, Lycans had a reputation sexually and he lived up to it.

A growled rumbled in his chest as their pace slowed down, he leaned forward, resting his head on the arm of the chair as he stared back at Alek, he wanted so much more than this.

He kept his icy blue eyes on his piercing silver as his hand reached down to stroke at his member, pumping himself with a moan.

"I plan on keeping you very satisfied after the Fae leave."

No Fae, no limitations.

If push really came to shove, he'd have to arrange a meet-up somewhere out of the coven's grounds. It was an option he would take only if he desperately needed it and for no other reason.

As much as he wanted Lycus at all times, it would cost them far too much to get caught if he was careless and frequent with his advances.

His tongue traced his lips slowly as he wanted the Elf pleasure himself.

He drew two fingers into his mouth, laving his tongue over two before pushing one in alongside his arousal, groaning softly.

He liked the sound of that, once the Fae were gone they could be together, he wanted to explore this new side of his sexuality with the Lycan, there was so much that he had done to others and never tried himself.

But until then they had to stay apart, he would go back to his old ways, being cold and cruel if the Lycan crossed his path.
There would be not kind whispered words between them, only sneered remarks and masked insults like there had been not too long ago.

Lycus gasped and bucked his hips in the man's grasp as a finger was pushed into him, this was more than he had ever taken and he had felt full before, now his taut skin stretched further, throbbing against the Lycan's hardened member and finger.

A low moan left his lips and he pumped himself harder, his teeth gritting slightly at the intrusion.

He hadn't planned to try to train the Elf tonight. He had just wanted to fuck him one last time.

But he couldn't resist it now. This would leave him sore. He'd definitely feel this and remember why he felt so stretched and sore for the next few days. A reminder of what he would get when the Fae left. a reminder that he was his.

He panted softly in the Elf's ear as he thrust both his hips and his finger into him.

Alek wanted to make sure that the Elf would feel well used after this.

"My name," he breathed softly. "Call it. Tell me who you belong to."

Lycus groaned out as the finger and arousal thrust into him, he felt so tight, he had only just been getting use to taking Alek's size and now more was being pushed into him, causing his thighs to quiver slightly.

When the Lycan breathed out those words he wanted to, he wanted to call out that man's name and push back against the intrusion, impaling himself completely.

But once again his pride kicked up a fuss, he wasn't a possession, no body owned him. He wasn't a toy made for the man's amusement.

Though beneath that he knew that wasn't entirely true, the Lycan had more claim on him than he knew, his body pined only for him and being buried inside of him was a luxury awarded only to Aleksandr.

So between panted groans he muttered out the Lycan's name, his nails biting into the fabric of the chair as his body pushed back against him, still bent over like an offering to the man.

He gave a low growling purr at the soft murmurs of his name.

They stroked a primal territorial part of him to life. Lycus was his. He belonged only to him and even the Elf admitted it.

Lycus belonged wholly to him.

The movements of his finger and arousal increased and he groaned at the friction, forehead pressing to the Elf's back.

"Mine," he murmured softly as his movements grew more erratic.

"Mine," he repeated against in a desperate whisper. Even while the Fae weren't around, he'd still be his. Lycus belonged to him. No one else. Only him.

The Elf's toes curled and his hand clung to the arm rest as his hand pumped his arousal faster.

Aleksandr wanted him, after all these years the Lycan actually pined for his body, there was no longer a need to tie him down, restraining him as he thrashed and snarled, trying to strike him when ever he saw the chance.

That desperate whisper called out to him, tugging at some internal part of him, a part that knew exactly what Aleksandr wanted, what he needed from him.

"Yours." He panted out between moans, his back arching with a shudder as the Lycan's movements became more erratic and demanding.

"Always." He added, his body laying against the couch beneath the Wolf in the most submissive pose there was, his body low, exposing his most vulnerable areas.

His body slowly began to tremble with arousal as his breathing and heart rate peeked, the struggled movements of his hips becoming faster for a moment then abruptly slowing.

"Ah...Alek..."

He whined a moment before he came, his body releasing out into his hand and spilling onto the chair as the taut ring of muscles throbbed frantically, tightening and pulsing around the Lycan's member and finger hungrily.

His lips parted slightly, revealing the sharp white fanged teeth that were characteristic of Lycan.

His silver eyes almost glowed and he could swear he could feel his teeth throb in need; an entirely preposterous notion.

The Lycan allowed his teeth to scrape gently over the Elf's skin before he pulled his face away slightly to stop himself from giving in to the need to pierce the Elf's skin and really claim him.

The throbbing in his teeth didn't leave him; his teeth felt sensitive, almost sore with the feeling. It was strange. He wanted to do what he knew would sooth the almost painful feeling.

Instead, he bit into his own arm; piercing his own tanned skin. Blood flowed, streaking down his arm as he hissed and groaned lowly in response to the Elf clenching around him.

With one final shallow thrust he tensed up, his cry muffled against the skin of his arm as he spilled into the Elf.

His breath hitched in his throat when he felt the teeth scrape across his back, he tensed slight in anticipation of a bite that never came, he knew Aleksandr couldn't bite him, his rate of healing wasn't fast enough, the marks would take days to heal if not weeks if the man did too much damage.

The Elf panted heavily, moaning as he felt the Lycan's heat flow through him, filling him like no one else had ever done.

His body trembled softly in the after shock of such a powerful orgasm.

Lycus' brows burrowed slightly as the smell of blood became apparent to him, the crimson liquid dripping onto his back, his eyes turned up to Aleksandr and widened at the sight above him.

"Are you alright?"

He muttered, pulling the man out of himself slowly as he sat up.