Tattoos (Zakhar, Lino and Damien)

He glanced up at the small whimper, taking the gun away from the skin for just a moment. "You doing ok?"

Not that it would make any difference if he wasn't. To Damien's eyes, there was nothing more disgusting-looking than an unfinished tattoo, and as such, he intended to see it through to the end. Even if it meant strapping the kid down while he finished the job.

He would be tough with this one.

"Tell me if it gets to much."

The needle touched the skin again, and he started to continue the line.

His lip twitched at the whimper.

That only meant good things in this situation in Zakhar's eyes. The whimpers meant he was listening and he was reacting.

"Ti avevo chiamato il mio nome. Le ginocchia sono deboli mentre ci si muove verso il bagno per liberarsi delle prove. Vuoi che accada di nuovo?" There was a slightly deeper tone to his voice now; something darker and silkier to it.

His fingers stroked slowly over the boy's stomach.

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I had you calling out my name. Your knees were weak as you moved to the bathroom to get rid of the evidence. Do you want it to happen again?

Lino bit his lip when Damien looked up to him. Now the man could see how pink he was. He nodded his head up and down in response to being asked if he was okay.

"Tell me if it gets too much."

Lino swallowed. It wouldn't get to be too much if it were just the needle pressed against his skin. But having his Master tease him like this, well, it just may get to be too much.

And Damien would be the first one to figure that out.

Perché devo essere un mostro?

"M-ma c'è un altro uo-omo nella st-stanza Maestro." The pup stuttered out, trying to control his breathing and reactions to the older man's touches and taunts.

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Why am I such a freak?

"B-But there is another m-man in the r-room Master"

He frowned a little at the boy's pink face, not really understanding, but shrugged it off as he went back to his work.

"Ok, this'll hurt a little more."

Filling in between the outlines, the needle sped up a bit, covering more surface area as he moved. Idly he wondered why the boy was behaving like this, but he didn't particularly care. He was engrossed in his job at the moment.

If it were at any other time, he would have picked it up in a flash, but he was too focused on tattooing.

His eyes turned to Damien, engrossed in tattooing the boy.

"Quindi c'è," he mused, eyes trailing over the man slowly as he worked. He was good looking. Tanned skin, a little facial hair, dark hair.

"Vuoi lui a partecipare?" he asked with a little grin.

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So there is

Do you want him to join in?

The pup took a sharp breath in through clenched teeth when the pain got a little stronger.

He stared straight ahead as he registered Zakhar's words. A threesome? He never would have imagined he'd be part of something like that.

"Voglio ad unirsi?!" He asked, voice cracking nervously.

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"Do I want him to join!?"

"Not much longer now."

He said as he heard the boy take a gasp, his free hand rubbing the untattooed skin comfortingly. Damien tried to be reassuring, but it wasn't exactly his forte. He was better at telling people to man up. But that would be kind of uncalled for from just a gasp.

"What are you guys saying?"

It was really starting to bug him how they were leaving him out of this conversation.

Zakhar chuckled lowly.

"Da. Vuoi lui a partecipare?" he repeated, fingser still stroking the skin of the boy's stomach. He wasn't iappointed by that reation. Not at all.

He lifted a hand of Lino's stomach to gie a dismissive wave to the other Lycan.

"Is nothing important," he said with a half-hearted shrug.

Lino's cheeks were on fire. The needle was biting his skin, Damien's hand was caressing his thigh, Zakhar was drawing circles on his stomach and whispering these dirty ideas into his ear.

He gazed down at Damien with big, wide eyes, a bit like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

"M-M-Maestro tu sei l'unico uomo ch-che io abbia mai stato con." He admitted in a whimper as he stared down at Damien.

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"Master you're the only man I've ever been with."

He raised an eyebrow in disbelief as Zakhar waved him away, but went back to tattooing, a grumble rumbling in his chest.

"It's ok, puppy, it's be over soon."

His soothing tone hinted at teasing again, now, finding the quiet whimpers very amusing. He lifted the needle a moment to peck Lino's skin playfully, not really meaning it, but finding it funny.

"Lo so," he purred softly.

He was sure that no man had touched him before he had come along. And he knew Lino wasn't stupid enough to lay with another man while his collar was still around his neck.

Idly one had slid up the boy's chest, stroking along the skin under his collar gently.

Zakhar bristled, an almost silent growl rumbling in his chest as he pulled the boy closer slightly, arms banding around him possessively. Lino was his; Damien had no right kissing him like that or giving him a pet name.

He didn't like it.

The Lycan nipped and kissed along Lino's neck and shoulder.

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I know

Lino felt like his mind was numbing over as all these lustful thoughts filled his head. The needle, the way the man kissed his thigh, the whole situation was all hitting him so fast.

When he felt Zakhar's fingers brush up his trembling skin he tried to focus solely on his breathing, his chest rising and falling as he did.

Goosebumps littered his body as he felt his Master's lips kiss and nip across his neck and shoulder. He closed his eyes tightly.

The touches combined with the needle scrapping at his skin, combined with the two strong men holding him down, was getting to be too much. He didn't know how much longer he could contain himself.

A struggling whimper escaped the little wolf.

Damien glanced up to a moment to see Zakhar pulling Lino in possessively and snickered lightly as he went back to his work.

That reaction kind of made him want to provoke Zakhar a bit more. He could sense his professional demeanor beginning to slip away with every whimper from the boy. It was just too much fun to wind them both up.

His eyes glinted as he pulled the needle away again to slap the boy's thigh lightly.

"Stay still."

Zakhar purred softly when the boy whimpered.

When this was done, he was going to bend Lino over the bed and fuck him. Those noises were delectable and the member hardening against the Italian's back was proof of that.

The Russian bristled again, the growl sounding louder now. Loud enough for the man to hear.

He'd deal with the man after he had finished the tattoo. The tattoo came first and foremost at the moment. But as soon as it was done and over, he'd show the man exactly why he shouldn't touch his changeling.

"Non mi piace," he growled softly.

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I don't like him

Lino continued to stare down at Damien with wide eyes. He couldn't look away from the man since Zakhar had suggested he join them.

When the man slapped his thigh he tensed up, feeling Zakhar become more possessive of him and making the audible growl.

Confusion ran throughout the pups brain. He didn't know what was going on or what was about to happen, or what he should do or feel.

He could feel his master's arousal on his back and it made his own body ache with lust. He hadn't tried to hide his amativeness this much in a long long time and as such a very soft moan eased it's way from his lips in between the whimpers.

He was embarrassed to let such a noise come from him in front of another man.

"m-ma ho pens-sato che vo-l-luto il suo ingresso Signore?" He asked, his confusion rising.

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"B-but I thought y-you wan-t-ted him to join Master?"

Damien smirked silently at the growl coming from Zakhar. He loved winding people up like this. They all had different reactions. Lino, frightened, awkward, Zakhar, more violent. It was entertaining. Especially since he had been so bored recently.

But he did cock an eyebrow at the moan the came from the smaller man. Not a usual reaction. But he had had a few masochists in the past, so it wasn't completely unheard of.

"Done!~" he sang as he lifted the tattoo gun from the boy's skin.

He dabbed off the excess ink and a bit of blood with an antiseptic wipe, before covering it with some cream and clingfilm. A satisfied smile creased his mouth. This was probably the best tattoo he had ever done, and he was quite proud of it.

"What do you think?"

Zakhar continued to growl lowly, ignoring the boy's stuttered question.

That smirk. The kid was stupid enough to smirk at him?

His eyes turned down to the tattoo for a moment, studying it silently. After a moment he gave a satisfied nod. Yes, he was pleased with that. Lino had his mark inked onto his skin. The boy was his.

The Russian man turned his gaze back to the other man, eyes narrowing into a fierce glare.

"You touch my boy as if he was yours."

Lino looked down at the tattoo and also nodded his head. It looked good on him, his Master's mark. He liked it a lot, the feeling of belonging to Zakhar. He liked that Zakhar would brand him like that, that he was fond enough of the boy to claim him like that.

He offered a smile to Damien, still feeling embarrassed for how he moaned out before.

"It looks good." He said softly, his cheeks still very pink.

And then he heard what Zakhar said to Damien and he bit his lip, leaning back into his Master's chest. He looked down, placing his hands over Zakhar's forearms that were wrapped around his lean body.

Damien raised an eyebrow at Zakhar. Huh. Possessive.

"I touch everybody as if they were mine." he responded immediately, shrugging.

He began to pack his tattoo gun and inks away, cleaning the gun and removing the cartridge before dismantling it and putting it away in its box.

"I could give you a demonstration if you wanted?" the man winked, closing the box with a snap.

Zakhar growled lowly, glaring dangerously at the Wolf.

"Perhaps it is I that should show you something." He bowed his head to nip at Lino's ear before laving his tongue up his neck, hand sliding down to massage Lino through the towel he was wearing.

"This boy is mine. No one but me can touch."

As Zakhar got angrier, his English always got better.

oh uomo, che sta chiedendo per essa. Lino thought at Damien's taunting.

The young man couldn't help but let out a soft gasp when Zakhar nipped at his ear, shivers traveling down his spine as he felt his masters tongue slick up the side of his neck.

His breathing picked up swiftly at the strong man's touches, his arousal hardening up quickly in response. He was all ready worked up from before, with the scratching of the tattoo gun and the things his master was whispering.

He squeezed his eyes shut, face still as hot as could be. This was a whole new level of embarrassment for the boy, being touched in front of someone who was practically a stranger.

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Oh man he's asking for it.

"You do realise, now you've told me not to do it, that only makes me want to do it more?"

Damien grinned, moving towards Lino again. Shooting a mocking glare up at Zakhar, he bent over, slowly trailing the tip of his tongue from the boy's knee and up over his thigh and back down, purring quietly into the flesh.

His growl rumbled loudly in his chest when Damien bowed his head and laved his tongue over his boy's thigh.

He shifted, sliding out from behind Lino with one last sharp nip to his shoulder.

The Russian stood next to the bed, reaching down to fist a hand in Damien's hair, tugging him up away from Lino, bringing him up nose-to-nose.

"You are a brave, stupid man."

His eye flickered to Lino. "Lino, vai a prendere la pelle dal mio cassetto," he ordered. He had soft treated leather straps that he kept in the room on days where he wanted bondage but didnt feel like leaving the room.

They'd come in use here.

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Lino, go get the leather from my drawer

Lino's eyes shot open wide when he felt Damien's tongue and breath trailing up the inside of his leg. He stared down at the man in shock. Was he crazy?!

He let out a desperate whimper and squirmed a little as the tattooist got closer to between his legs.

When Zakhar slipped from under him and grabbed Damien by the hair, Lino clung to the towel and backed up against the bed board. He curled his legs up, trying to hide his arousal.

Once his Master made the order the pup wasted no time in scurrying over to the dresser and pulling out the leather bonds.

The inside of his thigh stung from the new ink, but that was one of the last things on his mind as he padded back over to the two men.

He gave a Damien an apologetic glance, though what could the man expect, defying Zakhar like that. He probably wanted this to happen.

Damien let out a panicked, pained snarl as Zakhar dragged him up by the hair, staring the man defiantly in the face.

"I prefer brave, but whatever you say."

He expected the man to hit him but when no such hit came, he glanced over to Lino, eyes widening with a yell as he saw the leather bonds.

"The fuck?!"