Settling in Together

Lino stayed close to his masters side as they walked down the long corridors of the beautiful mansion. Never in his life had he been in something so extravagant and big. Even his stepfathers mansion paled in comparison to the coven.

Once they got back to their bedroom Lino again let his eyes go immediately to the red fancy wallpaper in their room. He didn't have a lot of stuff to unpack, his possessions few. Just a few clothes that Zakhar had purchased for him, his mp3 player, a few books and a small coin collection that he had.

In the short period of time that Zakhar had left him alone in the room, he was able to unpack his belongings and set them up in the room where he wanted them. It appeared as if they were sharing a room with two other people, as there was more then one large bed in the room.

His cheeks blushed softly at the thought that someone might be in on what he and his master do behind closed doors, he didn't want anyone else to know about it, as obvious as it may be.

As soon as the door shut behind them, the Lycan pulled away from his changeling and padded towards his bed, fingers moving over the buttons of his waistcoat.

It dropped to the floor and he kicked it aside.

"Ti piace nessuno di loro?" he asked, fingers moving to his shirt. He was curious and hopeful. If he made friends he'd gain confidence and possibly gain some fire.

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Did you like any of them?

Lino followed behind his master at first but then parted so he could stand by the window. He let his fingers trace down the thick fabric of the drapes before pulling them back slightly to peer out them with one pale blue eye. He took in the view that they had from their new room and then looked back to Zakhar.

Without making a sound he shook his head no. None of those people he liked. The female seemed unstable and a bit psychotic. Her twin seemed to have more sense about him, but something about the way his blue eyes looked at Lino gave the young lycan the creeps. The vampire was no better, the way he openly mocked him and challenged his master.

No one should ever challenge or mock his master. Lino furrowed his brow as he realized that the mere thought of it made him sick. Everyone should respect Zakhar. Everyone.

"E 'un peccato."

He laid on the bed, his white shirt open over his chest. He crossed his arms behind his head, cushioning it.

"Provate a fare gli amici mentre siete qui." He wanted the boy to make friends more for his gain than the pup's.

He stared up at the ceiling, ankles crossing.

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That's a shame

Try to make friends while you're here.

Lino let the drapes shut again and sat down in a chair by the window, slipping his feet out of his sneakers and criss crossing his legs up in the chair. He studied his masters face, unsure what to make of what he was saying.

He'd been homeless for so long. And then after that Zakhar found him and they traveled for about a half a year. It'd been a long long time since he had any friends, and he was much different then than he was now. He wondered if he'd still know how to make friends. He just wanted to stay close to his Master. He didn't want to be close to anyone else.

"Cercherò Maestro." He said softly.

"Felice."

He stretched his arms above his head, the muscles of his stomach and chest rolling with the movement.

He patted the bed next to his hip, beckoning the pup to join him on the bed.

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Good

Obediently Lino stood from the chair and padded over to join his master on the soft mattress of the bed. He crawled up next to the strong lycan and curled up beside him. He closed his eyes, his eyelashes brushing against the top of his cheek, and rested his hand tenderly on Zakhar's chest.

The Lycan's arm curled around Lino's waist when he curled up next to him.

His fingers slid under the boy's shirt, stroking his skin idly as he continued to stare up at the blank ceiling. He'd have to find something to stick up there to amuse himself.

"Ti piace qui?"

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Do you like it here?

The young pup took a deep breath as he felt Zakhar's fingers stroke and tickle around his waist. His toes curled from under his socks and he nuzzled his face in closer to Zakhar's strong torso. He took in the man's scent. A scent he feared and pinned for all at once. A dreadful sort of comfort.

"C. .. Credo di sì. E 'davvero grande e misterioso. E confortevole ..." He said softly, adding the last part in a near whisper.

He wanted to explore the mansion, let himself get lost in it's winding hallways and elegant gardens. He'd also heard that there was possibly a beach near by. He loved the ocean so much. He used to go to it with his family and old friends and just spend hours there.


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"I... I think I do. It's really big and mysterious. And comfortable..."

His eyes slid shut when Lino nuzzled closer to him.

"Da." It was nice here. The rooms were comfortable and the people were... interesting.

But he'd have to find out the Alpha and Beta and introduce himself. If either of them even stayed with the pack. Most tended to avoid their packs and only appear when they were needed.

"Dovremmo stabilirsi qui bene."

His hand slid up the boy's back, pushing his shirt and jacket upwards.

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We should settle in here well.

His skin got little goosebumps as Zakhar started to pull his white tank and olive green jacket up.

"G-Grazie Maestro. E 'bello avere una casa." He said weakly, letting his fingers run down Zakhar's chest and over his abdomen, down to the man's waist. His touch was light, like the tickle of a feather, his hands a bit shaky.

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"T-Thank you Master. It's nice to have a home again."

His rough, calloused fingertips ran over the smooth skin of his pups back.

"Da." He had been in the same home for seven centuries. The last twenty years travelling had been nice, but he liked being in a home.

A soft purr rumbled in his chest as Lino's fingers ran over his skin.

"Fino a quando decidiamo di lasciare, questa sarà la nostra casa."

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Until we decide we want to leave, this will be our home.

He sensed he'd have more freedom here, and so grateful, Lino kissed Zakhar's neck softly, yet hesitantly. He was still anxious about this sort of thing. But he wanted to show his Master thanks.

His fingers brushed under the hem of the older lycan's pants before tracing back up to Zakhar's chest slowly, still trembling a little.

He continued to neck the man, his soft lips and hot breath caressing against the Russian's skin.

Zakhar lay silently as Lino kissed along his neck.

He was surprised the boy was bold enough to do something like this. he had thought he had completely broken the boy.

But this mean that there was some hope of him gaining confidence and getting some fire back in his spirit.

He continued to lay still bar the fingers tracking along the pups spine, encouraging him to do whatever he wanted. He was curious about how much the boy would do if he had complete control.

Lino continued to kiss Zakhar's neck and trace his fingers along the man's chest a little longer before pulling back and looking into his Master's eyes.

He was confused, normally the man would take control by now. Lino worried if he was doing something wrong, or if he'd said something wrong. If he'd overstepped his boundaries.

"Signore?" He asked softly, a troubled expression on his face. For once his grayish blue eyes held some sort of emotion. A hint of worry and perplexity.

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"Sir?"

"Hm?"

His silver eyes flickered open to rest on Lino. He was slightly disappointed that he had stopped.

But he liked the emotion in the boys eyes. Emotion was a rarity unfortunately. He liked seeing emotions brewing in peoples eyes, no matter what it was.

His nails scraped over the boy's back softly, not enough to leave marks, but enough to send a shiver down his spine.

Lino did feel the shivers run down his spine as Zakhar dragged his nails down his back. He took in a small wavery breath.

"Mi dispiace sto solo confuso. Tu non sei normale come questo ..." He said softly, looking down and biting his lip. He wasn't sure what was going on in his masters mind. Was this some sort of test? The boy didn't know what to do or think.

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"I'm sorry I'm just confused. You're not normally like this..."

"Abbiamo un cambiamento di scenario, perché non cambiare qualche altra cosa?"

Settling in a new place always bought change upon the Lycan. Many things could change here.

While they were travelling, he wanted complete control over the boy. it was easier travelling when your companion could do nothing wrong.

But here they could settle and let themselves go a little. Make friends, gain confidence, be a little different.

He tugged the shirt and jacket up a little more. "È necessario essere annoiati di essere sottomesso per tutto il tempo. Strip." He tugged on the shirt again before releasing. "Ora è il tempo di esplorare cose diverse."

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We have a change of scenery, why not change a few other things?

You must be bored with being submissive all the time. Strip.

Now's your time to explore different things.

Lino's eyes widened slightly and his cheeks blushed. He'd never ever thought that he'd witness the day that Zakhar would say those things.

He quickly tugged down on the zipper of the jacket, his hands fumbling a little. It was clear he was flustered, unsure what to do with himself or the situation.

He then pulled off the jacket and let it fall off the side of the bed. After which he pulled off the tank top.

His torso, all though masculine, was also thin and soft looking. Small scars littered his back and some areas on his chest from where his master had gotten carried away in his more sadistic moments.

He began to fiddle with the snap on his jeans and looked back up into Zakhar's eyes, searching for some sort of answer to all the questions racing through his mind. There was a hint of desperation behind his eyes, a look the older lycan would know well on the pup's face.

Zakhar watched as the boy began removing the layers of clothing he wore. The green jacket had become a trademark he wore it so often.

His eyes burned paths against the boy's chest, following each thin line of a scar.

He liked seeing the scars littering the boy's chest. They proved that he had been there and explored the boy's body thoroughly. It was a little sigh of possession he much enjoyed seeing.

Zakhar sat up and cupped Lino's cheeks, leaning forwards to kiss him roughly.

He nipped the boy's lip sharply, one hand sliding down his chest to massage him through his jeans.

Lino tensed at first as Zakhar grabbed his cheeks and kissed him roughly, but he quickly relaxed into it, feeling a wave of relief flood over himself.

This was what he was used to. This was how it was supposed to be.

He closed his eyes tight and gripped onto the top of the older Lycan's thighs once he started running his hand over the top of Lino's jeans. He could feel his body reacting all ready to the man's touches. The jeans would soon restrict him.

His cheeks became hotter and he tried to steady his breathing through his nose from behind the kiss.

"Spogliarsi per me," he purred in the boy's ear before nipping his lobe.

His hands slid up the boy's chest, exploring the skin he had already explored a hundred times before, pads of his thumbs brushing over the boy's nipples as he bent his head to kiss and nip along his neck.

"Spogliarsi," he growled softly, hands smoothing down his sides again before he shifted back away from the boy, silver eye sharp, watching him intently.

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Strip for me

Strip

The pup couldn't help but let out a soft whimper as Zakhar ran his thumbs over his chest and the sensitive areas wherein.

His cheeks were a deep rosy color now, the blush something that would always give him away. How embarrassed he was and yet turned on at the same time.

Trembling hands made their way back down his jeans and unsnapped the button, then pulling down the zipper. He steadied his breathing as he propped himself up on his knees, pulling the jeans and his boxers down with them.

All ready his body was pining for Zakhar's attentions, as cruel as they could be. He bit his lip in shame at how obvious it was, his member all ready swollen into an upright position.

He pulled the last article of clothing off of himself, letting it fall off the side of the bed. The only thing still on his naked body was the collar that Zakhar had fastened around his neck.

Zakhar's lips curled upwards slightly when the soft whimper sounded in the boy's throat.

He loved those sounds. Just little noises that told him that he was doing the right things to rile the boy up.

His eyes dropped to watch the boy silently as his hands fumbled with his jeans, silver eye smoldering.

He tugged Lino closer to him by the ring attached to his collar. His free hand ran across the boy's thighs slowly, massaging the skin, nails biting into it.

"E ora mi," he murmured.

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And now me

Lino continued to bite down on his lip, his mind numbing over from the pure lust and anxiety flowing through his body.

He shivered as Zakhar stroked and touched his thighs. He could envision the little half moon markings that his masters nails left imprinted into his skin.

He swallowed deeply and undid the Russian man's belt. Oh how well his flesh knew that belt and all the other uses Zakhar had for it. He pulled it through the loops and set it aside on the bed before pulling down on his masters pants, stripping him down as well. He rested his cheek on the older man's chest as he did as he was ordered, taking deep steady breaths and listening to the others heartbeat.