An Elf in the Wolf den.

Otakar.

He had heard that name, he knew he had.

But where? Where on Earth had he hard that name and why were bells ringing in his head, trying to force him to remember?

With a hum, he pushed his hair out of his face, his fringe fall straight back in his eye seconds later.

Tyrael pulled his pony tail over his shoulder, the movement causing the piercings in his ears to chime softly as the silver clinked together.

His neck, ears, wrists and ankles were always clad in silver jewellery so he always had some form of deterrent on his body.

It amused him when the Lycan didn't react at all, the man sounded Russian and his scent was strong enough to indicated that he was quite an old Lycan, perhaps his families business was not as well known as he had thought.

No matter, business was good regardless, and it was probably for the best that people here not know who he was linked to.

His eyes softened slightly when he gazed towards the forest, it was always a comforting sight.

"Have you been in Italy long?"

Pleasant conversation was something he could do well when he put his mind to it. Right now, he'd focus on pleasant conversation as he plotted ways to annoy the Elf.

Zakhar raised a hand to toy with the leather thong around his neck idly, rubbing the braided strands between his fingers, caressing the soft leather.

The Lycan had gone from annoying the hell out of him on purpose to trying to make idle chit chat?

He didn't trust it, but he would go along with the conversation, the less Lycan's he made enemies with the better since he could tell the pack here was large.

“A week.”

He muttered as he placed his hands in the pockets of his coat. He’d have to try harder to converse with this man; he was at a disadvantage in the coven with the Elves being so highly outnumbered if he managed to get himself into a tight situation.

“So far I am quite fond of it; Italy makes for a nice change.”

He never really had reason to leave his homeland and had not done much travelling in his long life, he was too occupied with work.

"Week is short time."

He had been in Italy for almost eight months. It shocked him how long he had been in Italy, looking back at it.

It didn't seem like eight months. Though, that time was short for someone of his age, it was a considerable amount of time.

"Da. Is much different from Motherlands." Russia and Italy were so completely different.

“It is.”

He replied, the Elf had arrived in Italy and headed straight for the coven, he had come to the country because he had heard about this place.

“Russia?”

He asked, his eyes landing back onto the Lycan, he could already tell where this man was from due to the thick accent.

“Not far from my homeland, the Czech Republic.”

"Da," he replied arching a brow.

People usually picked up where he was from by his thick accent. It could hardly be mistaken for some other accent; it was painfully Russian.

If he hadn't picked up where he was from by his accent alone, then Tyrael was stupid.

He shook his head as the man arched a brow at him, of course he already knew where the man was from, the accent gave it away clearly, plus the fact that the man had been reading a book written in Russian.

His glances early were much sharper than most, he took in a lot of details. Asking had simply been a wake to spark conversation but he disliked the way the man looked at him.

It was a courtesy he would not be extending again.

Indeed he continued to walk forward until he reached the edge of the woods, his hands gracing over the bark of a tree before he leaned against it and peered into the forest.

Zakhar gave a little huff when Tyrael shook his head and waked off.

How rude.

Forget making a big plan, he'd just wing it. Get into the Elf's face and improvise. He'd see how to best annoy him that way.

When the man leaned against a tree and peered into the forest, Zakhar strolled forwards, arms sliding around Ty's waist, his body pressing against the Elf's back.

Tyrael's eyes dropped down onto the arms that had just wrapped around him, he was not accustomed to just being touched and he did not appreciated it.

"It would be best if you let go of me, Zakhar."

He didn't like having a Lycan this close to him, normally the silver he wore kept them away.
This time it had failed him.

Oooh, that bought out a reaction.

He pulled Ty closed, resting his chin on the Elf's shoulder.

"I don't think I will." Now he had found something that the man reacted to, he was going to exploit it as much as he could.

His hands stroked Tyrael's stomach.

Just because he was not carrying a weapon did not mean he was unarmed and he would definitely defend himself if the wolf did not back down right now.

"I'm warning you one last time, let go, or I will force you to."

For obvious reasons he was uncomfortable with having a Lycan this close to him, they were prone to snapping and he had no intention of being so close to one if there was a chance of that happening.

There was no panic in his voice, he remained calm, his heart rate did not even rise, the Elf was good at keeping himself in check.

He turned his head, nuzzling into Tyrael's neck, grinning to himself.

"But Elves are so weak, what could you do to force me to let go?" he asked with an arched brow, his lips curled until an indulgent smile against the man's neck.

He didn't believe that the Elf was strong enough to force him to let go. He didn't think he was strong enough to force him to do anything at all. Elves were weaker than Lycan and Vampires; their skill lay in long distance fighting like archery and weapon-making for the stronger species.

The hand stroking his stomach ventured lower, stroking his crotch through the layers of his clothing.

"Weak am I?"

A dark smirk spread across his lips as he shook his head, chuckling softly, Elves power had come a long way since the days of living in the wood with their bows, and even ancient beings could learn new tricks.

His hands reached up and grasped onto the Lycan’s wrists, not only stopping his hands from moving when he stroked him but making sure that all ten of his fingers were making contact with the man’s skin.

He exhaled heavily, a faint crackling noise filling the air as the Elf’s hands began to tingle against the Lycan’s skin.

“I warned you.”

He let Zakhar have it, electricity surged through his fingers, jolting up the man’s arms and spreading throughout his body, he sent through a large amount of voltage, this amount of electricity could cause even the largest Lycan to crumble to the floor and be rendered immobile for a few moments.

He had no reservations about harming the Lycan now, he had tried to be pleasant and the man continued to push him.

Holy shit, that hurt.

Zakhar grunted loudly as he slumped forwards, instead of dropping to the floor, slumping against Tyrael's back.

He had been shocked a great many times before, but never like that. That definitely wasn't like the e-stem he had experienced before.

He continued to pulse electricity through the Lycan's body, he could keep this up for a long time.

Since the man's muscles had be forced to contract from the jolt he was able to pry the man's arms apart and step out of his grasp, pushing the Lycan to the floor.

"I thought Lycans would have learned by now not to test Elves, obviously not."
He spoke sternly, the features of his face still staying smooth and calm.

"Be thankful that all I did was shock you."
He muttered, as he knelt down and grasped the man's face, making the Lycan look at him as he licked his own bottom lip, showing off a silver stud that was pierced through the center of his tongue.

Zakhar glared up at Tyrael, taking shaky breaths as he tried to even out his breathing somewhat.

His eye followed the path of the Elf's tongue.

Despite the danger of a silver piercing, he couldn't help but admire it. He thought any piercing on a man was sexy and he had an obsession with tongue piercings.

He swallowed thickly as his mind ran over better used for that tongue.

A smirk spread across the Elf's face as the Lycan glared up at him, his hand remained on the man's face, if he moved so much as a muscle he would not hold back in shocking him again.

He loved seeing wolves like this; you could only be in the slave business so long before you started to enjoy their torment, they were always so unruly so moments like these were few.

The Elf’s fingers crackled with electricity in warning, only enough this time to cause the skin under his fingers to tingled, but right now it was the sound he wanted, he wanted the Lycan to know that he could and would do it again if he tested him.

“Why the glare?”
He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“You seemed all to friendly a moment ago.”

Zakhar's eyes turned down to the hand on his cheek when he heard the crackle and felt the tingling on his cheek.

Bet that's a hit in the bedroom, he thought, allowing a small shiver to run down his spine. He enjoyed e-stim and if Ty could control the amount of electricity he used, he'd probably be great at e-stim.

His eyes flickered back up to meet Tyrael's and he forced a friendly grin onto his lips, silver eye flashing a little.

“Normally I try to avoid provoking people, wolves more so, it’s not wise to get on peoples bad side.
However, I find you insufferable, even for a Lycan.”

His eyes trailed over the Lycan, the man was on his stomach and he noticed small inconsistencies on the man’s back.

“What have we here…”

He questioned softly as he pulled up the back of the Lycan’s shirt, the smirk on his face widening as he saw the piercings on the man’s back.

“Well aren’t those lovely.”

He mused for a moment, placing one finger on one of the rings and sending a short current through it, testing to see how conductive it was.

Zakhar grinned and chuckled. He liked the idea of being insufferable.

"A friend did them for me," he murmured softly, propping himself up on his elbows, glancing back at Ty over his shoulder.

He wondered idly how Evgeni would react to being called a friend. Not well.

The Lycan jolted with a small moan when a current was sent through one of the rings.

He frowned slightly when the Lycan moaned; he didn’t want that kind of noise coming from the man. Instead he pressed a finger firmly on as many of the piercings as he could, bearing down on the fresh holes.

He sent a shock of equal ferocity to the very first one through the metal rings, he knew this would hurt more; they were being channeled through metal and were near sensitive nerves of his spine.

Shocks like these would probably kill a human, but Lycans were much more resilient, this may just knock him out though.

He couldn’t resist but let out a throaty chuckle as the blue bolts jumped from his fingers to the metal rings.

Zakhar gave a sharp gasp, back arching as he gave a loud cry.

Shit, that hurt like hell.

"Don't go into electrosex if this is what you're going to do," he grunted, hands clenching into fists. There was only so much pain a masochist could take and that would be far beyond what most people were comfortable with.

That had gone above his comfort zone and, though it still held some pleasure, it had been painful. Very painful.

He laughed softly.
"You think I would do this to someone I intended lay?"

He scoffed and rose to his feet as the wolf lay twitching, releasing his grip on the man and moving a few steps away.

"I don't have sex with wolves, beastiality has never appealed to me."

He knew it was likely that the wolf would be annoyed so he jumped up into the tree, watching to see how long it would take him to recover.

Zakhar gave a little shrug.

"We all have our kinks and fetishes. I won't judge you if you like shocking people." He grinned, eyes flashing as he watched the Elf back away from him.

The remark about beastiality elicited a loud laugh.

"Elves, always belittling Volk. Such pathetic being you are, needing to belittle others to make you feel big." He pushed himself to sit up, pulling his shirt back down and smoothing it over his back.