Tattoos (Zakhar, Lino and Damien)

"E trrust eem." He answered Damien's question, then looking back at the older lycan to see what he would chose for him.

Lino let his eyes take in the decorative design that his master had made. He didn't know the man could create stuff like that. It was beautiful.

He watched as Zakhar got to his knees before him and slid the towel to the side. He started blushing and bit his bottom lip, hoping that he wasn't exposing anything to the new lycan. He couldn't tell from the angles they were at.

About five minutes ago, he would have seized the opportunity to check the pup out or tease him by saying something was showing.

But now that he was in a professional mood, he pretty much saw the kid as a piece of meat. Well, a piece of meat that had to give consent and squirmed and did it's own thing, but a piece of meat nonetheless.

He looked at the sketch, cocking his head.

"It's do-able. But it's quite intricate, so it will take a while. Your kid better not be a squirmer. How big?"

His eyes flickered up to Lino.

Squirmer... He sighed mentally. Shit.

"He won't be for this," he said after a moment. He'd hold the boy still for the entire time if he had to.

"Same size." He stood again and strolled to Damien, handing him the square of paper. It wasn't large. The scrap of paper was fairly small and the actual tattoo design didn't fill the entire scrap.

Lino nodded his head once Zakhar said that he wouldn't squirm around for this I mean, it was just a tattoo, it could hurt that bad. Not any worse then the feel of the Russian mans belt, that's for sure.

"When is dis 'appening?" He questioned as Zakhar handed Damien the scrap piece of paper. The man's entire aura seemed to change from someone who was carefree and sly to someone who was professional and would get the job done.

It was a little weird for Lino to see such a quick change but he felt more comfortable with Damien's obvious passion and professionalism in his career.

"I have the stuff ready now, if that is ok with the both of you? Makes sense to do it all in one go."

Damien cleaned the gun with disinfectant thoroughly, rubbing the excess liquid onto his hands before opening a fresh packet of disposable rubber gloves.

He shot a questioning look up at the two of them as he checked over his tattoo gun, just to be safe, ensuring that everything was in order. Turning to the boy, he ran through the ins and outs of it - standard procedure, just as he would do in the studio.

"Now, the pain should feel like a scratching sensation, although it will vary depending on your tolerance. A tattoo this size would usually last about half an hour, but because this is more intricate, I give it forty-five to fifty minutes. Do you have any questions before we begin?"

Zakhar nodded and turned his gaze to Lino. Now was fine for him.

He rested a hand on Lino's shoulder.

"Tatuaggi non fanno male molto, Lino. Ho avuto uno prima," he assured the boy. And, with his time with the older Wolf, Lino had developed quite a pain tolerance.

The tattoo shouldn't hurt much.

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Tattoos don't hurt very much, Lino. I've had one before.

Lino nodded in response to Damien and his questions, indicating that everything was fine with him and he agreed to all of it.

"No ques'stions" He said softly, then looked up at Zakhar.

He had seen the tattoo around the heel of his left foot before, though he couldn't read the Russian alphabet. And even if he could he still wouldn't have been able to understand it.

"Sì, signore, non ho paura." He said softly as he stared at the Russian man's lips.

"Posso cambiare nei miei pugili reale veloce prima di iniziare?" He asked, shooting a quick glance at Damien.

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"Yes Sir, I'm not afraid."

"Can I just change into my boxers real quick before we start?"

"Good."

He couldn't understand the question, but unintentionally answered it as he continued to clean and prepare his equipment.

"You can put something on if you want. I wouldn't suggest boxers, as they cover too much of the leg, but briefs would be fine."

When he was done, he moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs swinging over the side.

Zakhar's eyes slid from Lino to Damien and back again when he instructed the boy on what to wear.

He gave a silent nod, agreeing with what the other Lycan had said. Boxers were a bad choice.

The eldest Lycan padded over to the bed Damien was sat on, perching on the edge as he waited for Lino to change and Damien to finish up preparing.

Lino looked back and forth between Zakhar and Damien, his cheeks getting a little pinker.

"S-Signore, ....io non ci sono mutande." He said sheepishly, holding onto the edge of his towel a little tighter.

His hair, all though still damp, was starting to dry now and get slightly poofier, framing his face in thick brunette waves.

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"S-Sir,... I don't have any briefs."

He lifted his head, cocking an eyebrow at Zakhar. "Care to translate?"

Maybe he should really learn Italian one day. Now that he was living here after all. But he had never really been any good at languages, and apart from anything, it was far too much effort. Although Lino couldn't speak English, though, so there were probably others in the mansion who couldn't. Hmm. Perhaps he should start.

If he could be bothered.

Zakhar's shoulders shook as he tried to suppress his laughter but all efforts were thwarted when he hunched forwards with a loud snort then gave peals of low husky laughter.

Lino didn't have any briefs?

"Allora non vi resta che andare nudo mentre lo sta facendo," he snorted softly. Now, it'd be amusing to see both men's reaction to that.

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Then you'll just have to go nude while he's doing it

Lino looked down, feeling pretty embarrassed. His cheeks were getting pinker.

Though he did like the sound of Zakhar's laugh, even if it was at his own expense. The man had a deep kind of chuckle and despite himself, the boy had grown fond of it over the time they spent together.

Lino let out a puppy like whine escape him when his Master said the next words.

"va bene" he mumbled, padding over to Zakhar and sitting down very close to him.


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"okay"

Damien frowned at Zakhar in confusion. "He's not changing, then?"

He was very confused about what was going on. Was he tattooing Lino without him getting dressed first? Was Lino have second thoughts? Did he want to wait a bit before getting tattooed? What was happening?

"For fuck's sake, tell me what's happening."

"He doesn't have briefs so going nude," he explained, still chortling as he bought Lino back against his chest.

This was going to be an amusing situation.

"Non pensare a qualcosa di non appropriato e ottenere duro," he chuckled in the boy's ear.

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Don't think of anything inappropriate and get hard

Lino relaxed back against his Master's chest, feeling secured and protected there. He needed that since there was going to be another man right between his legs.

But then he whispered that in his low voice, with his hot breath against the pups ear.

Lino's cheeks grew pinker and he swallowed.

"non mi ricordo poi." He mumbled.

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"Don't remind me then."

He picked up a pen, settling himself between the boy's legs comfortably, moving the towel aside just a little so that he could access the skin with baring all. Pulling the boy's leg on top of one of his to get a better angle, he bent down. He huffed a sigh. The angle was difficult here.

Oh well.

The man shifted onto his stomach, so that his head was just above the boy's skin, now able to see what he was doing perfectly. Much better.

"I'm going to draw the outline now." he informed them both. "And then I'll pretty much get straight to it."

He picked up the sketch for reference, glancing down at it every now and again as he drew, licking his thumb to rub off a section before redrawing it carefully. When he was satisfied that it was good enough, he pulled away to pick up the tattoo gun.

"Ready?" he asked Lino, glancing up at him.

"Io per ora si comportano," was all he gave to the boys mumble as a response.

He nodded to the younger Lycan silently as his hands slid around his boy's waist.

"Cercate di non muoversi troppo," he murmured softly, watching the pen glide over Lino's tanned skin.

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I'll behave for now

Try not to move too much

"Sì Signore." He said softly to the older wolf telling him to hold still.

Lino sunk back further against Zakhar as Damien positioned his body in the right way. His cheeks were hot, getting pinker with every passing minute.

Zakhar had been the only man, and second person in general, who had ever seen the boy nude. He placed his hands over the Russian mans and held onto him tightly to feel more secure.

Zakhar was here and he'd keep things under control.

It tickled just slightly as Damien drew the design on his inner thigh. He made sure to hold still and closed his eyes lightly.

He let his mind relax and just focus on the steady heartbeat he could feel against his back from his Master's chest.

He peeked his eyes open and saw Damien holding the tattoo gun. He nodded his head up and down in response to the man's question.

Damien placed the needle on the boy's skin, scratching it.

"It should feel a little like that, only slower." he warned. He had found that the first time he had got tattooed, he had wanted to know what to expect. Scratching was the nearest thing he could liken it to.

Smiling up at the boy reassuringly, he turned the gun on, starting to follow the line carefully and slowly, chewing on his lower lip in concentration. His free hand held the skin in place, stroking it soothingly as he tattooed.

Normally in this situation, with his head between a naked boy's legs, he would have flirted, or cracked a dirty joke. But this was work. He almost saw the naked skin as a piece of meat now.

"You doing ok?"

Zakhar's lips twitched upwards as he watched Lino's cheeks burn brighter and brighter. The boy's embarrassment was amusing.

His thumbs stroked the bare skin of the boy's stomach idly as he watched the man press the gun into his boy's skin.

And that was it; they had started one of the most meaningful things the two of them would go through as they were now. Lino was being branded as his in a way that'd be extremely difficult to get rid of. And impossible to hide if he were to take a lover.

He didn't like that thought.

His arms tightened possessively around the boy's waist a little.

The thought of Lino taking another lover besides himself left a bad taste in his mouth. Which he quickly remedied. His lips skimmed along the boy's neck before his tongue darted out to lave over the skin slowly.

Lino was his.

Lino nodded his head yes when Damien asked him if he was okay. The boys hands clinged firmly onto the top of Zakhar as the man held him. He had to clench his teeth from the scratching needle like sensation the gun felt on his tender skin.

But other then that he was doing really good. No squirming, no whining. Only the bright pink hue blushing over his cheeks.

And then he felt the man's lips caress along the length of his neck before slicking it with a slow and sensual lick.

His eyes widened slightly and his entire body tensed up. He could feel the stir of arousal start to knead it's way throughout him. The pups breathing stifled and he bit down hard on his lip.

Against himself he couldn't help but squirm just a little, feeling shivers crawl over his skin.

He didn't notice Zakhar's tongue trailing up the side of the boy's neck, eyes glued to the skin. When he was focusing on work, he rarely paid attention to anything else. But he still growled a little warningly as the boy began to squirm, taking the needle off the skin for a moment to stop it slipping.

Starting to draw again, he continued along the line, doing the finer outline, which he would fill in a little later.

He felt a shiver ripple through the boy's skin under his fingertips and frowned in confusion, before shrugging it off and refocusing on his work.

Zakhar grinned at the shiver.

Such a simple act could cause such a strong reaction. Lino was so reactive to his touches. It pleased him a lot.

He was just as reactive to his words.

"Ti ricordi prima? Il modo in cui ti ho avuto sul letto, gemendo e gemendo per tutto quello che valevano come ho preso in giro e torturato voi?" His tone was conversational, light. As if asking him whether he was going to go down to the kitchen for something to eat after this was through.

His face was just as casual as his tone.

There was nothing to indicate he had just spoken such provocative words.

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Do you remember earlier? The way I had you on the bed, whimpering and moaning for all you were worth as I teased and tortured you?

The pup could hear Damien give the low growl in warning. He closed his eyes and tried once again to focus in on just the way Zakhar's heartbeat felt, or in a song or something.

He closed his eyes tighter when his Master started toying with him further. It wouldn't have been possible for the boy to get any more pink. Even his ears were blushing by this point.

He struggled to keep himself from getting aroused, clinging onto his Master's hands even more firm then before.

He started shaking just slightly and his toes flexed out as he tried really hard to not let his body show just how turned on he was getting.

He couldn't help a very soft whimper escape him though.