A narrow miss, the second encounter.

Zakhar gave a laugh.

He kissed and nipped along the elf's neck, pausing occasionally to leave a mark on his skin. He wouldn't let Tyrael leave this without some proof that he had been here and dominated.

"I smotretʹ na menya zadumatʹsya o tom, kak khoroshiye planirovki YA , kogda u vas nichego delatʹ ne nado," he chuckled.

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And stare at me thinking about how good of a lay I am when you have nothing else to do

He writhed away from the Lycan's lips, he would rather be beaten bloody than kissed by the man.

Acts like that implied there was some sort of intimacy between them, that was not the case, this was simply a Lycan who could not handle not getting what he wanted.

"Ty ochenʹ uveren v sebe, yesli vy dumayete, chto vy budete lezhatʹ prezhde, chem ya ubʹyu tebya."
He scoffed up at the man.

They were at a stand still, Tyrael could not move because Zakhar had him pinned and Zakhar could not move and risk letting the Elf's hands free.
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You're very sure of yourself if you think that you will lay me before I kill you.

"YA ne dumayu, chto vy mogli by ubitʹ menya."

Bullshit. Tyrael was perfectly able to kill him. He just couldn't at the moment. And he was thankful for that. He may be staring death in the face at the moment but he wasn't ready to embrace it.

He nipped the Elf's throat sharply, trying to decide how he was going to move forwards.

Trying to shift both wrists into one hand would be rather difficult without risk of the Elf breaking free and frying him.

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I don't think you could kill me

"Khvatit vratʹ sebe sobaku , ya by ubil tebya v posledniy raz, ya ne budu delatʹ tu zhe oshibku dvazhdy."

He replied, laughing in the Lycan's face, he slipped up last time in a panic, he should not have run, he should have stayed and finished the wolf off.

His electric blue eyes lit up as a smirk spread across his lips, when he was free of this man, he would kill him.

He hissed softly as his neck was bitten, squirming against Zakhar as he tried to find some sort of leverage.
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Stop lying to yourself dog, I should have killed you last time, I won't be making that same mistake twice.

He hummed softly, eyes flickering up to the wrists gripped in his hands.

If he pushed them together and grasped them both with both hands then leg go with one... That could work. And if it didn't then he'd be dead. What did he have to lose?

Zakhar pushed the man's wrists together, concentrating solely on trying to pin both wrists together with one hand.

If he could manage this then everything else would be simple.

Tyrael's eyes stayed locked on the Lycan as he gazed up at his hands, it looked like Zakhar had planned his neck move.

The Elf's eyes slid shut, if he depended on his sight his reactions would not be fast enough.

He waited until he wrists were pushed together and the Lycan moved away one of his hands.

There was a moment that was unavoidable where the grip had to readjust for two wrists.

His thumb would be a weak point, it didn't have the gripping strength of the other four fingers which clung to his other hand.
As soon as the other hand move away he yanked down roughly with his right hand, pulling it free wrapping it around the Lycan's wrist.

He didn't have time enough to grab a sensitive area like his throat or spine, by the time he would have taken grasping him his other hand would've caught his wrist.

He pumped electricity through the Lycan's body but attacking his less sensitive wrists and the fact that he was cut off from nature up here took away a large chunk of the ferocity that his attacks had last time.

Fuck it all.

He manoeuvred his hand so he was gripping the Elf's wrist just as his was gripping his own wrist. His hand was bent awkwardly and it was fairly painful, but he'd manage. He needed to get Tyrael's hand away from him, even at the cost of damaging his wrist.

Zakhar twisted Ty's wrist painfully, trying to get him to release his grip.

All the while, his other hand gripped tightly to the Elf's wrist. He couldn't risk letting that wrist go, too.

The Elf grit his teeth, it was much harder on his body to produce electricity when he was not in direct contact with the earth.

His grip constricted around Zakhar's wrist, holding on tighter as the Lycan.

He cried out when his wrist was twisted, if he let go he was doomed, Zakhar would be even more spiteful after being shocked, he was sure of it.

He pushed through more voltage, his body trembling with the effort as he brought his elbow down on the bridge of the Lycan's nose with a sickening, crunch.

He hoped that would stun the Lycan long enough for him to pull himself free.

Zakhar cried out.

"Yebatʹ!" he yelled out fighting the urge to let his hand fly up to his face. It hurt like a sunnova but he couldn't afford to let go of the Elf's wrists.

He could feel the blood streaming from his nose and let his tongue lap out over his upper lip.

"Eto byl ochenʹ glupyy postupok," he growled darkly, twisting Tyrael's wrist even more. If the Elf was lucky, it wouldn't break. He hoped Ty wasn't lucky.

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Fuck!

That was a very stupid thing to do

The Elf smirked in satisfaction as the Lycan cried out.
"Skolʹko vam nravitsya bolʹ seychas, durak."
He replied with a loud chuckle as he saw the blood spill from the man's nose.

His victory was short lived as his wrist was twisted harshly, his chuckles cut off and were replaced as he cried out in agony.

The electricity pumping through the Lycan's body intensified immensely for a few moments before stopping completely as Tyrael's wrist snapped, with an audible crunching noise.

The Elf writhed beneath the Lycan as his grip on the man softened, he no longer had use for that hand.

His breath came in pained gasps, not only could he no longer shock the lycan since his other hand was still pinned but that arm was not useless to him.

He was at the Lycan's mercy, and he strongly suspected that the Lycan had none.
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How much do you like pain now, mutt?

He gave a sadistic grin when he heard the snap.

"YA mog by zadatʹ vam tot zhe , malenʹkiy elʹf," he chuckled darkly, eyes shining sadistically as he grinned down at the Elf. Now he was in charge.

Tyrael was pinned and injured. There was no way he could win this one.

Zakhar had won and the insufferable grin plastered to his face was an unwelcome reminder for the Elf.

He purred and caressed Tyrael's broken wrist before pressing down on it harshly. He wanted to hear a few pained cries.

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I could ask you the same, little elf

Tyrael sneered up at the Lycan with a hateful glare.

He cried out again as Zakhar pushed down on his wrist, his back arched off the ground and his head tilted back in tormented pain.

His eyes shut tightly, he would not give the Lycan the satisfaction of seeing the pain in his eyes.

"Pereyti yebet sebya."
He hissed between panted breaths as his body trembled from the shock of having bones broken.
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Go fuck yourself.

He loved that cry.

Zakhar pushed down again, wanting to hear another.

"YA by luchshe poshel na khuy," he purred. And with the man as he was, he could do just that. Tyrael couldn't stop him. He had a useless arm and the other was pinned.

His free hand slid under the Elf's shirt, stroking up his stomach slowly.

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I'd much rather fuck you

His breath hitched in his throat as he tried to hold back another scream, its what the Lycan wanted so he wanted to refuse him.

But the pain of the pressure on his wrist was too great and he cried out again, thrashing against the Lycan as best he could with one useless hand and another that was pinned.

He would never stop fighting again Zakhar, not until every bone in his body was broken.

His good arm tugged against the restraint of his hand, his stomach churned as the Lycan's hand stroked across it.

"Takaya krasivaya shuma," he crooned into the Elf's ear as his fingers smoothed up to his chest.

He caressed his skin slowly, brushing over a nipple.

He was going to take this slowly and revel in it. He had finally gotten the one that got away and he was going to enjoy every last slow second of taking this man.

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Such a beautiful noise

His body tensed as the Lycan spoke, he didn't want to hear it but at the same time he knew he wasn't going anywhere, the wolf and finally caught its prey.

He already knew that Zakhar would make him pay for the broken nose, resisting him and countless times he had electrocuted the man.

His torso tried to shrink into the ground and away from the man's touch.

Tyrael glared up at his arm which hung limp and useless to him and the other which was firmly in the man's grasp.

He would not beg or plead to the Lycan, no, let the man torment and break his body but he would never beg.

He kissed up the Elf's neck towards his ear.

"Mozhet bytʹ ... YA dolzhen rabotatʹ na udalenii vsego, chto razdrazhayet serebra ot vas," he murmured before taking a cross earring between his teeth.

How much would the Elf fuss if he tried to tear out all his earrings?

Only time would tell.

Zakhar began pulling away slowly, the silver cross caught between his teeth.

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Perhaps...I should work on removing all that annoying silver from you

His eyes fell from his arm as he looked to face Zakhar again.

A large lump formed in his throat as the Lycan took his silver cross between his teeth.

He adored those piercings and would rather have lost all the other silver which clad is body over losing those.

He could feel his stomach churn and the need to be sick rising in his body as the Lycan slowly pulled on them.

Tyrael wanted to plead with the man, bargain to keep those in place at the cost of any other, he wanted to lose his tongue ring before he lost those.

But he could not bring himself to beg, he wouldn't, that would mean submitting to the wolf.

Instead he grit his teeth and stare up at the man with an unchanging expression, waiting for the pain that came with tearing his overly sensitive Elven ears.

"Davay, ya nakhodil yego nadoyedlivym."
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Go ahead, I was finding it bothersome.

With a sharp tug the earring tore free from the flesh around it.

He spat the silver out then grinned. "Otvazhnyy malenʹkiy elʹf."

His hand slid from under his shirt to pet and stroke his hair like he would a child. His fingers stroked down over the man's jaw.

Zakhar lifting his hand to his face, gently prodding his already healing nose, wincing when he felt the shape of it. What a mess. With a crack and a soft hiss the nose was set straight again.

He ran his fingers through the blood on his upper lip then stroked his bloodied fingers down Tyrael's cheek, leaving behind a red streak.

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Brave little elf

His body flinched as the earring was torn from his ear, his jaw clenching and grinding as he bit back a cry, it was more painful than he had imagined.

Tyrael's eyes wanted to follow the piercing, perhaps if his ear healed well enough he could put it back in but he resisted and kept his gaze firmly on the Lycan.

He jerked his head away from Zakhar's touch, being patronized by a beast, nothing was more degrading.

His eyes narrowed as the wolf's blood was smeared across his face, as if he didn't have enough of it coating his chin from biting him earlier.

He grinned when Tyrael jerked away from him.

"Moy," he purred as he pushed the man's shirt up, revealing as much of his stomach and chest as he could without removing the shirt.

His fingers passed through the blood on the Elf's chin then grinned as his fingers began tracing over Tyrael's chest.

Захар

Tyrael was his, it was only logical that he'd have his Master's name written on him.

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Mine

He could feel his blood trickle down the side of his neck and soak into his hair as his ear bled, he could not help but wonder just how much of a mess the Lycan had made to his earlobe.

"Nikogda."

Tyrael spat the word, there was no way in hell the man would never claim him.

He may not be able to escape tonights punishment but he would never find himself in this situation again.

As Zakhar began writing he jerked and writhed, ruining the man's writing with a smirk.
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Never.

Zakhar tutted when Tyrael knocking him while he was writing, causing a mess of his name.

Well, if he didn't want to play nice, Zakhar didn't have to play nice, either.

He traced his fingers over the Elf's chest, nails scraping slightly. Zakhar had sharp claw-like nails when they weren't managed; cut and filed regularly. His nails were strong and lethal when he used them against someone. Right now his were due to be cut.

They'd be sharp enough to cut through the Elf's skin if he pressed down hard enough.

Once again, he began to trace his name onto the Elf's skin, slower this time, more painful. He paused each time the Elf shifted. He was going to do it right this time.

Tyrael's eyes stared up at the sky, he couldn't watch the Lycan carve his name into his chest.

He knew he wouldn't escape punishment for every action he took against the Lycan's will but he would not stop being defiant despite the consequences.

He hissed an inhaled breath as the nail first bit into his skin, this slow paced carving hurt more than he cared to admit but he writhed and twisted continuously as he tried to prevent the man from being able to write his name.

The process was slow and most probably extremely painful for the Elf, but eventually it was over.

His name was cleanly carved into the Elf's chest.

Zakhar bowed his head to lave his tongue over the cuts, cleaning them of blood with a purr.

"Moy."