Taunting Untold Feelings

It had been a couple of weeks since the Master and Slave couple had moved into the coven together.

All ready in his free time Lino had done a lot of exploring out and about the mansion.

As childish as it was, he enjoyed hiding wherever he could. Underneath things, inside cabinets, behind furniture. He liked cramming himself into small spaces and just listening to his mp3 player.

He realized that everyone in this coven had super senses and probably could tell where he was hiding when they passed by. But it was a quirk from his childhood he liked reliving. Even to just pretend to be unseen was fun for him.

Today however, he sat on the edge of the pool in plain sight.

His jeans were rolled up to his knees as he leisurely let his legs dip into the water. He'd wanted to swim in the pool ever since he discovered it, but had been too insecure of the marks and bruises his lover left on his body.

So instead he opted to just sit on the edge after rolling his jeans up. He wiggled his toes every now and then just when they'd get accustomed to the temperature to send a cool little jolt between them.

In his hands was a book he was reading intently, his lips moving gently as he took in the words on the page. Every now and then he'd mumble something out as he was reading, though his voice was too soft to be able to understand.

Zakhar had been scouring the mansion for Lino.

He had given him free reign to explore, but at the moment he wanted the pups company.

The older Lycan found him sat at the edge of the pool.

He walked up behind the boy silently, crouching behind him. In a split second he had whipped the book from his boy's lap, tossed it aside and wrapped his arms around his waist, pushing the both of them forwards until they fell into the pool with a loud splash.

Lino's eyes widened when the book was taken from his grasp. Before he was able to react he felt the man's arms around his waist.

He let out a little yelp when he was pushed in, in a bit of shock at how quickly it happened.

Once under the water he flailed his arms about desperately, not entirely sure what was going on.

But then he realized he recognized the hands holding him as Zakhar's and relaxed immediately.

Coming up to the surface he took a deep breath, coughing a few times in the process by accident. His once poofy hair was totally slicked down in front of his eyes, covering them so he couldn't see.

Zakhar laughed jubilantly after he broke the surface, one arm still tight around Lino.

He lifted his free hand to brush his hair away from his face and then brushed Lino's hair from his eyes gently.

"Quel rumore era bellissima," he chuckled, grinning down at Lino, his silver eye glittering mischievously. He had loved that shocked little yelp.

His feet paddled under the water, keeping the two of them afloat as he grinned widely.

"E 'una bella giornata fuori, non è vero? Perfetto per un tuffo in piscina."

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That noise was beautiful

It's a nice day out, isn't it? Perfect for a dip in the pool

The pup wrapped his arms around his master, holding him tight as his own feet kicked slightly to help keep them afloat.

Once Zakhar brushed his hair out of his face, Lino looked up at him with big eyes, still looking a little shocked.

When the man looked at him with his glimmering silver eye, the Italian couldn't help but get the faintest trace of a smile on his lips as well.

He let one hand cling to the front of Zakhar's shirt and rested his head gently against the man's chest, his eyes still open but not really looking at anything.

"Tu sei pazzo." He said softly, a hint of playfulness and humor behind his normally solemn and timid voice.

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"you're crazy."

The older Lycan chuckled and leaned back until he was floating on his back. He pulled Lino up to lay on his chest, keeping him afloat, too.

"E se sono io? Si aggiunge un po 'di entusiasmo per la vita, da?"

He poked the boy's ribs with a little grin as they floated across the surface of the pool. His long hair skimmed over the water, floating out around him.

"Cosa stavi leggendo, comunque?"

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So what if I am? It adds a little excitement to life, yes?

What were you reading anyway?

Lino gazed down at him with pale eyes, a little entranced by the way his master looked with his hair floating around his head in the cool water.

Gently the boy leaned his head down and kissed Zakhar's lips tenderly, closing his eyes as he did so. He continued to hold onto the front of the man's shirt.

When he pulled away he looked again into the mans good silver eye.

"Kak govoryat na russkom ... dlya chaynikov." He mumbled meekly, his Italian accent thick in his attempt to speak another language.

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(in broken Russian) How to speak Russian.... for Dummies.

Zakhar's eyes slid shut and he gave a soft purr into the tender kiss.

He could count the number of times Lino had initiated something like this on one hand. It was a pleasant surprise to have him do so now.

"Vashi russkiye mogli ispolʹzovatʹ nekotoryye praktiki," he chuckled softly, lifting a hand to ruffle Lino's soaked curls.

He leaned up to plant a soft kiss on the pups lips.

"Quando l'hai imparato?" he asked, silver eye sparking curiously.

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Your Russian could use some practise (Russian)

When did you learn that? (Italian)

The boy furrowed his brow as he tried to put together what Zakhar said. Something about his Russian was all he got. The pup gave a sheepish smile.

"Dal momento che ci siamo trasferiti qui. Hanno questa biblioteca piena di libri e ho sempre voluto imparare così ... così sì." He explained softly, playing with the button on the front of Zakhar's shirt.

He'd wanted to learn another language for a while now, and ever since his Master had given him the precious coin, he knew for sure that Russian was what he wanted it to be.

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"Since we moved here. They have this library full of books and I've always wanted to learn so... so yeah. "

"Sei stato la lettura di libri in russo?"

That had really come as a bit of a surprise. At times he believed that the boy resented him and, because of that, didn't want much to do with the country his Master had hailed from.

"Se hai bisogno di aiuto per scegliere un paio di cose, mi può aiutare." He wouldn't mind helping someone learn his mother tongue.

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You've been reading books on Russian?

If you need help picking up a few things, I can help

Lino nodded his head, his cheeks getting a faint hint of blush.

At times he did resent his master. He would always respect him and uphold him with high standing, but like a cruel god the boy did harbor some anger towards the Russian man.

However, more often then not recently, he'd found himself to be entirely fond of the man. It was like he'd be lost without him.

In some of the times he'd spend alone hiding away at areas of the mansion, he'd wonder what his life would be like without Zakhar. It scared him and made him realize that he needed the man.

Was he falling in love? He didn't know. But that scared him too. He didn't want to fall in love. A person like him didn't deserve to have that sort of emotion in his life.

But he couldn't shake the way he felt when Zakhar would hold him at night, the way he would smile at him and the way his voice sounded. He couldn't forget the softness in his master's tone when he gave him that coin, a priceless gift.

"Davvero? Sarebbe fantastico in realtà. E 'difficile capire l'alfabeto." He said, his voice still soft as always.

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"Really? That would be great actually. It's hard to understand the alphabet. "

Zakhar rolled his eyes.

"Perché sono simboli così difficile per voi le persone con alfabeti fonetici?" he asked with a quiet chuckle.

He'd never understand it. He had grown up with the symbols of the Russian language. Phonetic alphabets always confused him a little. But he wouldn't admit that openly.

He gave a soft hum, staring up at the bye sky with a soft smile. Today was a beautiful, calm day.

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Why are symbols so difficult to you people with phonetic alphabets?

Lino smiled again, his eyes soft as he looked down at the man. He gave a little shrug at the question.

He then leaned his head back down on his masters chest, listening for his heartbeat despite the sound of water lapping around them.

He had been wearing a white shirt, and as such it was pretty see through by now. His jeans started to feel heavy but he was't going to pay them any mind.

Zakhar lay completely relaxed in the water, letting the soft current guide the two of them around the pool slowly.

He didn't pay any mind to the water soaking through his white button down shirt or the heavy weight of his waistcoat or slacks.

His shoes, now filling with water, were getting a little uncomfortable, but it wasn't anything he couldn't manage.

The Lycan loved how calm and peaceful the day was, even after the ruckus that had been caused when he pushed Lino in.

"Probabilmente sembrano sciocchi." The boy mumbled with a soft laugh, his face still pressed against the mans chest.

His hair curled into rings around his face from the wetness, and his eyelashes had little droplets of water on the ends of them.

His eyes were hooded and his body was totally relaxed against the Russian mans, the faint blush never leaving his cheeks.

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"We probably look silly."

"Non mi interessa."

He didn't care what people thought of him and what he did.

All he cared about at the moment was enjoying the day. It was warm, it was sunny and it was calm. The best kind of day for him.

His hair slowly began to sink into the water as it was weighed down. Under the surface of the water, his hair swayed and danced with the gentle current.

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I don't care

The boy took a deep content breath and let it out slowly. He wished he could be like that, not caring what people thought of him.

He always did though, he was always so insecure. He couldn't help it, he'd always been that way; wondering what was wrong with him ever since his father left.

He tried to push the thought from his mind.

Zakhar began humming softly under his breath.

His deep, husky voice was quiet, but the tune was definitely audible. It was an odd, lilting tune.

The Lycan's eyes slid shut again as he continued to hum softly.

The humming struck a chord inside the pups heart. The fear started settling back in again. That familiar sort of fear he got when Zakhar showed this beautiful side to himself.

That tune was so lulling, so comforting, and so unnerving for the teenager.

He tensed slightly in his masters arms, closing his eyes. He didn't move, he could hardly breath.

When he felt the boy tense in his arms, his humming slowed and faded to a gentle stop.

The boy seemed to do this every time he did something outside of the Master stereotype.

He didn't know whether that annoyed or amused him. Was it amusing that the boy couldn't listen to him sing, or was it annoying that he had to stop singing before the boy broke down like he had in their room not so long ago?

Zakhar couldn't decide.

Lino could tell that Zakhar had been able to sense his tension by the way the man slowed down his humming.

He took another deep breath, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt at the same time.

"Mi dispiace, Signore." He muttered quietly, burring his face against the man's chest.

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"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Te l'ho detto prima che non sempre voglia di essere il vostro Maestro," he murmured softly, fingers threading idly through the boy's hair.

"Ti è permesso di raccontare em quando le cose ti fanno sentire a disagio e mi chiedono di smettere, Lino."

It really did annoy him when Lino braved such little things like singing without speaking up when it made him uncomfortable.

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I've told you before that I don't always want to be your Master

You're allowed to tell em when things make you feel uncomfortable and ask me to stop.

Lino lifted his head up and looked into the man's eyes. Both of them, he stared into his eyes, his brow furrowed.

"Come si può solo aspettare che io sia d'accordo con questo, dopo tutto?" He asked, a hint of spite in his otherwise meek and timid voice.

"Vuoi davvero sapere cosa mi mette a disagio? Perché ti dico. Dandomi scelte e facendomi sentire amato. Questo è ciò che mi mette a disagio. Non voglio l'amore Zakhar. Io voglio essere controllato." He blurted out with passion, eyes burning just a little, but he didn't cry. Not this time.

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"How can you expect me to be that way, after everything?"

"You really want to know what makes me uncomfortable? Because I'll tell you. Giving me choices and making me feel loved. That's what makes me uncomfortable. I don't want love Zakhar. I want to be controlled."

Zakhar blinked and stared at the boy in shock.

Well, he hadn't gotten a reaction that passionate since he had first taken the boy in.

A little grin curled his lips. The boy had the potential to be a passionate person. He'd just have to work harder to bring that passionate person into light.

"Vuoi essere controllato?" he purred softly, a dangerous glint entering his eye.

He shifted, wrapping an arm around Lino's waist them moving so he wasn't lying on the surface of the water. He herded the boy backwards, pressing him up against the side of the pool with the length of his own body.

"Sono in grado di controllare tutto quello che fai. Dal primo sussulto." His hand roamed the boy's chest until he found a nipple, pinching it roughly over the wet clothing to elicit a loud gasp.

"Diritto fino all'ultimo gemito come raggiungere l'orgasmo." His hand trailed lower to grip him through his jeans, massaging him roughly.

"Vuoi davvero essere controllati, Lino? Posso dettare tutto quello che fai se si dà la parola."

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You want to be controlled?

I can control everything you do. From the first gasp.

Right down to the last moan as you orgasm

Do you really want to be controlled, Lino? I can dictate everything you do if you give the word.

Lino bit his lip once he had said those words. He meant every word of them, but he didn't know how he was able to blurt them out like that. He was embarrassed of his desires. But they were inside him still the same and he longed for the man to dominate him.

He noticed the grin spread across the mans face and his stomach churned in anticipation. He recognized that grin perfectly, and what it meant was in store.

The boy nodded his head to the first question, cheeks growing darker then before.

He looked into the Russian man's eye as he was pushed up against the side of the pool, not breaking eye contact for even a second.

When he felt the pinch on his chest he couldn't help but gasp out, just as Zakhar had said he would. He arched his back slightly in reaction, finally breaking eye contact to look down.

The pups breath picked up quickly when he felt Zakhar's strong hand gripping and massaging his crotch, his entire body feeling hot despite the cold water around him.

He shivered and leaned his head forward, his panting causing the water to ripple out around his mouth, which was only an inch or so above the surface.

"S-sì P-padrone. Per favore." He whimpered, pressing his finger tips to the wall of the pool behind him.

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"Y-yes M-Master. Please."