Tattoos (Zakhar, Lino and Damien)

"Prendere le sue braccia."

For once, Lino would be given the chance to have a dominant role in sex. He didn't mind if Lino touched others, but he wouldn't stand others touching his boy.

Zakhar let go of Damien's hair and reached out to grip his ankles, pulling him along the bed until he was laid spread eagle over it. He tugged two straps from Lino's grip and set about tying the Lycan to his bed.

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Take his arms

The pup froze when his master barked the order at him. Take his arms?

He watched, not daring to move, hardly able to breath as Zakhar used his leather to tie down the other man. Leather he had used on Lino many times before. And now another man was feeling their bonds.

"I-I c-can't." He stuttered weakly, voice barely audible. He didn't' take his eyes from Damien.

Damien let out a yell, struggling to be free of Zakhar's grip, his legs kicking as they were bound. He growled up at the man, eyes flashing.

Normally, he wouldn't have had a problem with fucking the man. But being fucked was a completely different matter. He hated feeling vulnerable, and he had a feeling that Zakhar wasn't going to make it any easier.

"What are you doing?!

"Forse hai rotto troppo bene," he murmured, eyes flicking over the boy as he tightened the bonds around the man's ankles.

He pulled back and reached for two more bonds from Lino's grip, moving to tie Damien's wrists to the bedposts in the same fashion as his ankles.

Zakhar pulled back to let his eye flicker over the bound man appreciatively before pulling Lino to him, bowing his head to kiss the boy deeply, hands caressing his back and sides.

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Perhaps I broke you too well

Lino looked away as Zakhar bound the man to the bed. His cheeks were still blushing madly. He held onto his towel tightly as he stared at the ground, shivering just a little. He didn't know exactly what his master had planned, but he knew he'd be finding out very soon.

His eyes widened when he felt the man pull him in close and begin kissing him passionately. The pup whimpered out as he kissed Zakhar back, feeling like he was in some sort of freak show for Damien. But he didn't pull away or resist his master. He could only press his body against the man more and kiss him devotedly in return.

Damien flinched as the ties around his ankles were tightened, letting out a panicked snarl. He made to strike the man, only to find his wrists being forced back and bound.

"This isn't funny! Get these fucking things off me!" he yelled. His arms tugged hard at the bindings, only to yelp as they would not budge, burning his wrists.

He watched the two kiss in a strange combination of confusion, attraction and fear. It wasn't that he was against the idea of a threesome, but being bound and helpless like this panicked him. And Zakhar did not seem like someone to be vulnerable around.

"You want to touch my things like your own?"

His eye turned to Damien and smouldered darkly as he gazed down at him tied to the bed. No one could ave him.

"Then I shall teach you lesson by touching you like I would my things."

Zakhar bowed his head to kiss Lino again, his hands running up the boy's back to slide into his hair.

Damian's yells and demand were like poison burning into his ears. He tried not to look at the man when Zakhar spoke, but he couldn't help and let his eyes gaze over his body tied to the bed, a look of vulnerability and panic on his face.

He bit his lip, his brow furrowed. That was... that was his job wasn't it?

Lino pulled away from the second kiss, looking up into his Master's eyes with a pleading expression.

"Si prega di Zakhar ... lo lasciò andare." He asked, his voice barely audible and afraid sounding.

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"Please Zakhar... let him go."

He tugged at his bonds again, whimpering as it only made the burns around his wrists and ankles worse.

"But I am not "your thing"." he growled, upper lip curling over his teeth.

His glance flit over to the smaller boy, irritation and fear mingled on his features. When he couldn't understand what was being said... earlier he had merely felt left out... now it made him uncomfortable and almost scared.

"Ahh." He grinned widely down at the bound Lycan.

"You dont like other touching you like they own you, da? But you can touch other like you own them. So hypocritical of you."

Zakhar waved a hand dismissively at Lino. "Silenzioso."

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Quiet

Lino's eyes flashed back and forth between the bound man and his Master. He wasn't the type to disobey Zakhar's orders, but he was desperate.

He clung onto the mans hand with both of his.

"Si prega di Maestro! Se non avete intenzione di lasciarlo andare, almeno lascia che lo hanno. Io ero quella che stava toccando, lascia che lo mostrano." He begged.

Why did he say that?

Partially because he didn't want to see his Master doing something to someone else. Lino was his slave, not anyone else.

Another reason was because he had pity for the man, and he knew he'd be a lot more gentle then Zakhar would be.

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"Please Master! If you're not going to let him go then at least let me have him. I was the one he was touching, let me show him."

"Yeah, and I'm sure you'd be fine with being treated like you treat others." he snarled back sarcastically. "Now who's the hypocrite here?"

Damien knew he was probably making his situation worse, but he couldn't help lashing out like that. It was his only way of defending himself in this position.

He didn't bother to listen to the Italian, knowing that he wouldn't be able to understand any of it. So instead, he continued to struggle against his bonds, growling and snarling.

Zakhar's eyes turned to Lino, ignoring the other man's snarls.

He didn't care for them. He was willing to go either way; he had just ended up being a Dominant to Lino and liked the power. He could quite easily take the role of Slave. He had done in the past.

He raised his hands to cup Lino's cheeks. "Tu sei geloso di piccolo ragazzo lupo," he crooned, eyes alight with sick amusement.

Lino was so desperate to be the only one he gave attention to that he would push himself out of his comfort zone and take on a Master persona. It gave him a sick pleasure to see the boy so desperate to be his only lover.

"Molto bene. Avere lui. Guarderò e guidare."

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You are jealous of little wolf boy

Very well. Have him. I will watch and guide.

Lino closed his eyes when he felt Zakhar's hands cup his blushing cheeks, feeling too ashamed to look him in the eye.

He could always see right through the pup couldn't he?

"Grazie." He said softly, finally opening his eyes to look up at the Russian man.

What had he just done? He couldn't be the dominant. He just... couldn't. Damien was about the same height as Lino, but his body mass was bigger, more husky then the Italian's.

He took a deep breath. He couldn't back out now. He walked over to the man bound on the bed and let his towel drop off, pooling at his ankles.

Looking at Damien right in the eye he crawled over him and straddled over his thighs, shaky hands making their way to unbutton the older lycans shirt.

Once Lino had the man's chest exposed he ran his trembling fingers down his torso, never breaking eye contact as he did.

He reached his hand into the man's pocket and pulls out his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Gingerly the pup pulled one out, sticking it in his lips and flicking the lighter on. He puffed inwards to light the thing, the all too familiar smoky flavor coming back to his tongue.

He furrowed his brow, but his eyes didn't water and he didn't cough. No, even though he'd hated it he'd done it before. And even though he'd said he'd never do it again, the toxic filling his lungs was exactly what he wanted right now.

He took a deep breath and then leaned forward, blowing the smoke into Damian's face.

"I tried to warn you." He whispered, looking into the man's eyes. The boy's own expression was one of conflict. There was anger in his eyes, shrouded with guilt and some sort of inner torment.

He took another breath of the smoke and let it trail out of his nose and lips as he spoke.

"Was the collar not enough to get it through your head?" He asked, voice getting a little louder, but still pretty soft.

The boy leaned back up.

"But I get it you know? Not a lot of people listen to me. Don't take me too seriously." He shrugged, holding the cigarette up by his face as he spoke.

"But Master told you not to touch and you did it anyway." He said, his tone darkening. He took another deep drag of the cigarette and blew it out of the corner of his mouth as he pressed the burning bud out on Damien's chest, right on his nipple.

Damien's eyes flickered over to Zakhar as the younger man made his way over to him, stilling in his bonds as an expression of confusion flickered briefly over his features. Why was the boy coming over? Was he going to release him?

Lino seemed so timid, in comparison with Zakhar. He couldn't imagine him doing anything... and besides, Zakhar was the one that was angry with him, right?

He blinked as the towel fell away, sucking in a breath as the man settled in his lap. Normally he would have made a joke or tried to make a move, but he couldn't get over the vulnerable feeling of being in this position, and yet... for some reason, unlike Zakhar, he found it harder to lash out at Lino.

Perhaps it was because Lino was smaller, and seemed less of a threat.

Damien bit down on his lip as fingertips brushed over his skin, unsure whether to relax into the touches or to try to get free from the bonds. He couldn't imagine that Lino would hurt him, but he still hated being in the position...

His eyebrows knit together in confusion as Lino lit a cigarette... before... he had said that he didn't like them... so why...? He whimpered quietly at Lino's words, eyes watering from the smoke.

His eyes widened in realisation about what he was going to do, suddenly yanking at his bonds roughly to try and get away, his body twisting under Lino's in protest.

"Don't you fucking dare-!"

He let out a sharp yelp of pain as the burning cigarette met his skin, jolting. His body twisted as he tried to get away from the pain, before stilling on the bed with a panicked snarl.

He had got the wrong idea about Lino. And now Lino had power over him...

"Fucking bastard!" he snarled up at him.

"Non deludermi," he murmured as his silver eye followed Lino.

When the boy situated himself on the over man's lap, Zakhar decided he'd make himself comfortable and watch.

He dragged a chair over and sat in it, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back as he watched his boy light a cigarette.

His lips quirked upwards and he gave an amused half-hum when the man yelled out, arching away from the boy.

Lino played Master very well for someone that had spent all of him time being Submissive. Perhaps he had picked the behaviour up from him? Was he channelling him from when he was trying to break the boy in when they first met?

His eye continued to flicker over the scene in front of him silently.

Lino felt sick when he heard the man whimper from his words. He had made someone else make that noise, the noise Zakhar drew him his lips almost every day for so long now.

The more Damien jolted and writhed underneath him the more Lino pressed the bud against the man, twisting it as he bit his lip. His brow furrowed and his eyes flickered with intense emotion, the anger coming out stronger then the guilt.

“I’m the bastard!?” He yelled, flicking the now put out cigarette away from the bed. He lurched forward and gripped the man by his hair, pulling it tight and glaring at him.

“You should be thanking me! This is what you wanted isn’t it!?” He sneered. He gave a final tug before letting go of the man’s hair.

He made quick work taking off Damien’s belt, then unfastening his jeans and yanking them down roughly. He didn’t even look at the the man’s member though. All he could do was gaze into his eyes, never breaking contact.

He let out a panicked, pained growl as Lino seized him by the hair, wrists jerking in his restraints impulsively. A mingled expression of confusion and pain flickered across his face.

Where had Lino got that idea? He hadn't wanted this... he had wanted to wind Zakhar up, and yes, the image of teasing and fucking Lino had flickered across his mind, and, yes, been very appealing.

But he had wanted to dominate, not be dominated.

He let out a quieter yelp as Lino tugged his hair again, pulling his head away quickly as he was released.

His stomach leapt in his chest as the man removed his pants, glaring into Lino's eyes challengingly with a soft growl. He didn't have a problem with having sex with either or both with them, truth be told, he just hated feeling vulnerable like this. This position made him feel threatened. And when he felt threatened, he lashed out.

"Thank you? My ass." he snarled back, lip curling.

The pups chest raised and fell with this burning inside him. He called him a bastard. Of all the things Damien could have said, all save but that one word wouldn’t have affected him that way.

Because he was a bastard. His father disowned him. And his Step-Father reminded him of that every day the boy lived under his roof.

Bastardo inutile. Posso capire perché tuo padre avrebbe lasciato.

Lino leaned himself over the man, laying on his chest. He pulled his hair again once he had Damien exposed.

"What, this makes you cry out? This is nothing compared to what he would be doing to you." Lino snarled, gesturing his head over towards Zakhar.

"You should be fucking grateful." He said through clenched teeth, eyes burning.

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"You worthless bastard. I can see why your father would leave. "

He hissed under his breath quietly with gritted teeth, expecting the tug this time. His eyes locked in with Lino's and forced out a chuckle. If Lino was anything like him at all, he knew laughter would get to him most.

"Where did this come from, puppy? You seemed so timid and frightened of me last time we met." he stopped, a smirk curling the edges of his lips. "Good thing your master wasn't there, huh?"

He wasn't sure why he was persisting in winding the boy up when he was in this vulnerable position. Perhaps it was just that he wanted some form of control, even like this. Verbally, he could control and manipulate what the boy did, and that reassured him in some twisted way.

Lino raised his brow when Damien chuckled. In an odd sort of way it reassured the boy. His breathing started to calm down. He leaned up, letting go of the man's hair again.

He quirked his own sick little smile.

"Yeah, last time we met you didn't look so pathetic either wolf." He saw right through what the man was trying to do and it wouldn't work.

For once, Lino Pianesi was in control. This man was at his mercy.

"Are you scared Damien? You're fighting but I think you want this." He whispered into the lycan's ear, running his hands down the man's torso again as he leaned forward.

He gave a soft nip to Damien's ear and then licked down his jaw line, sucking on the flesh tauntingly, enough to leave a hickey. His long thin fingers continued to run up and down the man's sides slowly.

His mouth twitched in annoyance at the lack of reaction. Damn it.

"I'm not scared." he snarled back, ignoring the shudder that rippled down his spine as the warm breath met his ear.

Was he scared? He didn't like to admit it to himself, but he knew he definitely didn't like being vulnerable like this. Whether that was the same thing as scared, he didn't know, but he wanted to be in control. When he was like this, he couldn't do anything, and it was humiliating.

Damien let out a quiet gasp as teeth nipped at his ear, resisting the urge to let his head tilt back as a tongue trailed down his neck. He wouldn't bare his throat to anybody. No matter what the situation was. Biting his lip, he held back a whine as the man marked him, twitching a little at the touches to his sides.

Lino pulled back, looking again down at the man. He was hoping the wolf would have exposed his neck to him and given in.

Blue Silver eyes glimmered as he just stared down at the lycan for a few moments.

The young man then slid himself down Damien's body, his hand gripping the bound man's member. He began pumping his hand, slowly at first but gradually picking up pace.

"Say that you want it dog." He sneered, looking into the man's eyes, not letting up on his hand motions.

Damien stared up at him defiantly as Lino pulled back, internally feeling a little restless as the man stared down at him, unsure of what to expect.

Biting back a moan as fingers curled around his arousal, he tried to keep his hips from jerking in the grip. He didn't want to give Lino the satisfaction of weakening him, and he definitely didn't want to feel weak or vulnerable in himself.

His lip curled back over his teeth in a snarl at Lino's words.

Dog? How dare he.

"No." he spat back.

Lino slowed his pace down to deep and deliberate motions until the man was good and hard in his grasp.

He laved his tongue up from the base of Damien's shaft to the tip, taking his sweet time. He then wrapped his lips around the man's head, giving it a few hard sucks. As he did his tongue pressed and swirled against Damien's slit tauntingly.

He pulled his lips away and again looked up at Damien.

"You'll be begging for it by the time I'm done." He promised, his tone dark.