Fatal Meeting (Ev and Zakhar)

He moaned when his hair was tugged.

His hands slid from Evgeni's shoulders, trailing down his chest to tug and pinch his nipples harshly, twisting them mercilessly.

"Let go of piercings," he ordered in a tone that warranted no disobedience. Only the truly suicidal would think of messing with that tone. If Evgeni pulled much harder he'd tear the piercing out and that was something he didn't want.

His pinching and twisting only got more and more merciless the longer Evgeni procrastinated.

The man whimpered, writhing under the harsh grip. But his lip curled. He hated being ordered around.

"No."

His hand tugged the piercing again. This time, a little softer. The skin was stretching and he didn't want it to come out completely. His hard work had gone into those, and he had to admit, they looked rather attractive.

But he didn't like being ordered. So he would keep holding onto them.

Zakhar bowed his head to nuzzle his face against Evgeni's.

"Let go of the, please?" This time the plead was crooned into the man's ear as he nuzzled against his cheek. His voice was a low, soft purr as he pressed himself against the older Lycan, grinding his hips against Ev's.

He had begged once tonight. What was one more time?

The harsh pinching stopped and he resorted to stroking and caressing the firm muscles of the man's chest.

He let out a soft gasp as the other Lycan pressed up against him, hips jerking upwards.

A quiet whimper escaped him as he gazed up at the man, a shudder rippling through his body. At some point, he knew that he would have to let go and deal with whatever he had coming to him.

And Zakhar had begged. If he had continued to order him, Evgeni would not have done it.

But his hand dropped to his side, continuing to stare up at him defiantly.

Zakhar grinned and rewarded the man by feather his lips lightly against Ev's in a gentle kiss as he pinned the Lycan's wrists above his head.

He pulled back slightly to grin down at the man, silver eye flashing.

Evgeni was in for a rough time.

The younger man shifted so both of Ev's hands were pinned by one as he reached for the discarded leather straps he had used previously.

He ran the leather up Ev's stomach before binding his wrists together, pulling them up to tie them against the headboard.

His now free hands moved to toy with the rings through his nipples gently as he straddled the man. "Perhaps I should return favour?" Piercing the man was a very sexy thought.

His eyes narrowed as the man reached for the straps again, suddenly regretting his decision. He lashed out, his foot hitting the man in the gut as he struggled, snarling as he was bound.

After he had dominated Zakhar to that extreme, the idea of being bound and vulnerable most definitely did not appeal to him.

He let out a defensive growl at the man's suggestion, tugging at the bindings around his wrists as he lashed out with his legs again, landing another blow to the man's stomach and hip.

Zakhar only gave soft grunts as the man's foot collided with his hip and stomach.

That didn't deter him, though, as he diligently worked on binding each of the older Lycan's feet to the bed, spread wide.

He took a moment to grin down at Evgeni, admiring the view of him spread and bound again.

His eyes turned to the piercing kit and he grinned widely. He knew exactly what piercing he was going to give the man.

Zakhar reached for a thin needle and a small ring, silver eye flashing.

He let out another hysterical snarl, kicking as his legs were tied to the bed, spread wide, struggling against his bonds as he was tied down.

Evgeni froze as the man held up a needle and a ring, not quite registering the full meaning at first. Remembering his position, his eyes widened, letting out a small whimper as he struggled, panting, almost given up now.

It wasn't that he didn't like pain. He did. A lot. He just hated submitting; being bound, knowing that Zakhar could extract moans and cries and screams from him. Knowing that someone held that much power over him scared him.

Zakhar grinned softly, holding both the needle and ring in one hand as the index finger of his other traced gentle circles on Evgeni's slit.

"Where do you think I'm going to pierce you?" he purred darkly.

His hand dropped from the man's member and skimmed up his chest to caress a nipple. "Here?" His hand traced downwards to dip into his belly button then caress his navel. "Here?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Where am I going to pierce you, Ev-gen-i?" He sang the man's name with a grin.

Evgeni shuddered with a whine as Zakhar's finger rubbed over his slit, hips jerking upwards on reflex.

He lay helplessly on the bed, panting softly, writhing every so often before giving up, before starting to struggle again. His hips couldn't help but arch at each touch, biting down on his lip with a growl.

"Shut up."

Evgeni knew perfectly well what Zakhar was going to do, and he couldn't stand the moment being dragged out like this. He wanted the pain, without Zakhar's words reminding him that he was being controlled, dominated, manipulated.

Zakhar arched a brow.

"Come on, I want to hear it. Where do you think I'm going to pierce you?"

He wanted to know. What was the older man thinking? When he knew he was going to be pierced, but didn't know where, where did his mind drift to?

What piercing did Evgeni want?

He ran the tip of the needle down Evgeni's thigh slowly with a low purr.

"I don't know." he growled.

He didn't want to give the man any ideas. It wasn't that he was scared of the pain, he just didn't want the humiliation of Zakhar being able to make him cry out, or being able to see him in pain, so vulnerable.

The pain itself, he could deal with. No, more than that, he liked it; it was familiar, it was constant, it was... oddly reassuring. Too much pleasure overwhelmed him. It didn't seem real, somehow. The pain brought him back down to earth.

"So boring," he whined.

He dragged the needle back up the older man's thigh slowly, sliding it up the underside of his arousal.

"Perhaps here?"

His silver eye flashed as his gaze flickered up to meet Evgeni's. "Or do you want to suggest somewhere else?"

His eyes widened with a whimper, shuddering at the light touch of metal and forced himself to stay still in case he should injure himself by struggling.

"Don't pierce there..."

His mind was blank. Even though Zakhar wanted him to suggest a place, all he could think was "not there". He couldn't find it within himself to answer the question... he couldn't think straight.

Oh, that face of absolute terror.

It was beautiful. If nothing else, he'd remember that face for years to come.

"You are lucky there is not where I had in mind." He pulled the needle away and pressed a gently kiss to his head, parting his lips around it to give a small suck.

He pulled back to grin as he pinched the skin of the man's scrotum, rolling it gently between his fingers. "Here."

He breathed a shuddering sigh of relief as the needle was pulled away, letting out a quiet whine as Zakhar sucked him briefly, hips jerking upwards.

A soft gasp choked at the back of his throat as fingers pinched his skin, the pleasure quickly turning sour as Zakhar's words sank in.

He squirmed again against the man's grip, snarling.

"No."

"Don't move too much or I may do some damage."

His lips curled into a grin as he bought the needle closer to the older man's skin.

This was only fair in the younger man's mind. Evgeni had pierced him where he wanted it so he was going to do the same, no matter how much the man protested.

He slid the needle under the skin slowly, his movements were steady but slow.

His eyes screwed closed as the man brought the needle to his skin, gritting his teeth. The pain he could deal with. He just didn't want to see Zakhar there, looking at him when he was this vulnerable.

A soft hiss escaped him as the needle pierced his skin, holding back a whimper as he tried to stop himself from jerking away on impulse.

His legs trembled as the needle threaded through his skin, biting down on his lip to distract himself from the pain. He had to bite back a moan. The sensations were overwhelming. The pain of the needle sliding through his skin, the rush of pleasure which tingled through his body at the touch of the man's hand on his aroused skin.

It was painful, and it was humiliating, and it made him disgusted with himself for being this weak, but it was a totally blissful kind of pain. The kind of humiliation which made his knees weak, and the sort of disgust at himself which he completely relished in.

The needle cleared the skin and he hummed cheerfully as he slid the ring into the open wound.

"Doesn't that look good?"

Zakhar grinned widely and tugged at the piercing a little before his hands smoothed down the man's thighs.

He sucked in a breath as the needle broke out of the skin and the ring was slid through, legs trembling with the effort it took not to squirm away from the pain.

A quiet whimper slipped from his lips as the man pulled away, eyes opening cautiously.

He let out a yelp and a consequent snarl as the man tugged the fresh piercing, gritting his teeth in pain and annoyance.

"Varvi da se ebesh." he muttered.


(translation: "get fucked")

Zakhar didn't know what had been said, but from the tone he could tell it definitely wasn't a compliment.

He arched a brow.

"Are you really stupid enough to be rude in this position?"

He pressed a finger against the raw skin around the man's new piercing. "I could decide I don't like it and tear it out..."

Evgeni paled, trying hard not to squirm as the man's fingers pressed down painfully on his skin, a quiet whimper slipping from his lips.

He didn't mind a bit of pain but he had his limits, and that was definitely a limit. He let out a panicked whine, tugging at the constraints around his wrists.

"...no..."

"Good boy."

He moved his hand from touching the raw skin to pat Evgeni on the head like an obedient pet dog.

Zakhar bowed his head to kiss the older Lycan roughly, hands fisting tightly in his hair as he pressed his hips forwards against Ev's.

He moaned into the man's mouth as he began grinding his hips against Ev's slowly, fingers running through his hair.

A soft sigh of relief slipped from his lips as Zakhar moved his hand away from the raw skin, but growled under his breath as the man pet him on the head like a dog.

He kissed him back just as roughly, nipping Zakhar's lower lip with a snarl. Not aggressive or defensive like before, but more playful, letting out a low, whimpering moan as Zakhar's hips pressed down against him.

A low hiss escaped him as the pain mingled with the pleasure at the pressure, hips jerking upwards with a needy whine.

His kisses trailed down Evgeni's neck to bite down sharply, blood filling his mouth. He swallowed the crimson liquid then lapped at the bleeding mark his teeth left.

That wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Everyone would see that someone had laid him; someone that wasn't afraid to leave a good few marks and stake a claim. A claim that he wasn't going to let go of any time soon; Evgeni was his.

"You want more?" he chuckled deeply in the man's ear, thrusting his hips against Ev's.