Not The Best Way To Meet New People

Zakhar hung from the branch, breathing heavily.

The sun had gone down quite a while ago leaving the Lycan not only alone, but alone in the dark.

The silver in his ear and side was rotting at the flesh. A couple hours being exposed to silver was pure torture.

The man trembled, eyes barely kept open. He hadn't cried out after the initial scream so no one had heard him. Right now he was barely holding onto consciousness.

He felt sick and weak with poisoning.

Moe was in a bad mood, seemed like the pregnancy mood swings were in full effect and he decided to go for a walk to let her have to space to calm down.

Zeke trudged along enjoying the moonlight and the cool breeze, it was nice to get outside, he found himself staying at home more and more as Moe moved along in her pregnancy, he didn't like leaving her alone when she was vulnerable.

He gave a yawn and stretched his arms over his head, pausing for a moment when a foreign scent caught his nose in his breeze, blood, silver, and burning flesh.

That was never a good combination, he broke into a run and headed towards the source of the scent, he'd been through enough full moons to know the scent of Lycan blood anywhere.

His silver eyes widened as he caught the sight of the Lycan, strung up, carved open and then left to die there.

"Oh fuck..."
He rushed over to the Wolf and quickly evaluated him, he needed to get him to Alek as fast as possible.

Without hesitation he pulled out the source of the burning, yanking out the silver blade and pulling off the earring, hissing softly as the brief contact burnt him mildly.

His silence was broken when the knife and earring were torn out of him.

A loud scream sounded as he flinched away from Zeke.

His breathing was heavier now, panicked. Someone else was here; he hoped to God it wasn't anyone that would hurt him. He wouldn't be able to defend himself, even if he was released from his bonds.

Zakhar could barely keep his eyes open, let alone defend himself if someone tried to kill him.

A low warning growl sounded in his chest.

"Sorry."
He muttered as the man screamed, there was no way of doing that without it hurting the Lycan.

Zeke pulled off his shirt and wrapped it around his hand so he could pick up the knife again without hurting himself.

Quickly he cut the ropes that were wrapped around the man's wrists, torso, legs and neck, freeing him and catching him before he fell to the floor.

He dropped the knife and looked down at the man, he didn't growl in return, showing he wasn't hostile.
"I'm going to help you alright, for the love of God don't make this harder for me."

The last thing he needed was the guy biting and scratching at him while he was trying to help him, but when Lycan's got hurt, they got defensive.

He positioned the man so he was draped across his back, wrapping the man's arms around his neck and gripping onto him as best he could.

Zeke was bigger than Zakhar so could carry his dead weight pretty easily, it helped that Aodh's training had been bulking him up a fair bit.

He dragged the older Lycan towards the cottage, good thing they weren't too far away, with everything that had been happening Alek had been hanging around their house a lot.

Zakhar grunted when he was cut down, moaning in pain.

He needed help. He needed someone older than him. He needed Evgeni. And he said as much. He wanted Zeke to go find his Slave. He needed him. He needed someone to help him with his poisoning.

The older Lycan clung to the younger with a weak grip as he was hoisted up onto his back.

He could still feel the burning in his side.

Zakhar gave an agonised moan, nails biting into Zeke's skin.

"I know man, I know, I'll get you the help you need."

This guy needed more than he could offer, he needed someone old, Aleksandr, he knew Alek would help anyone in need without hesitation, that's just the kind of man the Alpha was.

He pulled the Lycan from the forest as fast as he could but carrying a man that was nearly the same height as him was not easy.

Zeke leaned forward so gravity would hold the man to his back and he wouldn't have to grip onto his arms, instead he grabbed the man's legs and lifted them to his hips so his feet didn't drag on the floor.

He could move fast like this, Zakhar had lost a lot of blood and the silver had been festering, he needed to move fast.

With that be broke into a run, holding the man against him as he made his way toward the lights of the cottage.

He could sense the Alpha close but could not see him.
"Alek!!"
He called out as he carried the him towards his house.
"Alek hurry!"

Aleksandr had been sprawled out in the cottage's front garden among the rose bushes, dozing.

Here he could hear if anything went wrong inside the cottage and spring into action instantly. He didn't want anything happening to Moe or the pups at all. He'd fight to the bitter end if someone decided they wanted to try something with him around.

His sensitive nose wrinkled when he smelt the terrible mixture of blood and silver.

The Greek man's head snapped up when he was called and he was up, bounding towards his grandson in seconds.

Set him down now. Lay him out, he ordered. Niceties later.

His silver eyes widened when he caught sight of the injured Wolf's face. Zakhar.

Chto vy delayete vsyu dorogu syuda, staryy drug? he asked in a quiet voice, tongue lapping out over his pale skin as Zeke set him down.

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What are you doing all the way out here, old friend?

Zakhar clung tighter to the man, legs trying to lift to curl around his hips to help him out somewhat.

He felt so drained. He had lost blood and what was left of his blood was poisoned. Zakhar wasn't in a good way.

Alek. He knew Coilean and Aodh were around so was this his Alek?

The tongue lapping at his skin and the soft Russian murmur was the answer to his silent question. Yes, it was his Master.

"Prosti mne bolʹno eto plokho, master Teo," he murmured softly, reaching out to run his fingers through the brown fur. Aleksandr always got annoyed with him when he got too hurt.

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I'm sorry I'm hurt this bad, master Teo

Zeke did exactly as Alek ordered, setting him down and laying him out on the grass, making sure to expose any part of him that had been cut with silver.

The young Lycan assisted Alek by moving the man as needed to make sure that all of his wounds were treated to.

When he had done everything he could think of he stepped back and let Alek do what needed to be done.

"Is there anything else I can do?"
He muttered softly as he looked from the Alpha to the injured wolf, his gaze lingering on the name carved into the man's chest.

Who was Tyrael and why had they done this?

Just sit and talk to him. Keep him awake.

He didn't need Zakhar falling asleep and not waking up again. He needed someone to keep up conversation with him while he concentrated on healing him.

His tongue lapped over the wounds, concentrating on the carvings on his chest and the stab wound first.

It'd be better to treat the ear while he was human. His tongue was much easier to work with precisely when it was smaller.

Vy sdelali besporyadok iz sebya, Zakhar Avdeyev. Vy znayete, ya ne dopushchu etogo. Perhaps talking to him like he did five hundred years ago would settle him somewhat and lull him back into familiarities.

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You've made a mess out of yourself, Zakhar Avdeyev. You know I won't tolerate that

Zakhar hissed and flinched away from the tongue laving over the letters carved onto his chest.

It hurt like a son of a bitch.

"YA znayu , master. Mne ochenʹ zhalʹ, master," he murmured softly as he forced himself to keep still.

No matter how painful it was, everything that Aleksandr did for him was for his own good. He would sit through anything the ancient Lycan did to him without complain.

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I know, Master, I'm sorry, Master

Keep him awake, by sitting and talking to him, alright, he could do that.

He sat down beside the man, making sure that he was not getting in Alek's way as he did.

By the way the two of them spoke to one another he guessed that they had met before, though he had no idea what they were saying.

"Hey, I'm Zeke, Alek's grandson."

He started, his eyes flicking up to the large wolf, that was probably one of the first times he had voiced that though he had thought of himself that way for quite some time.

"You're looking pretty beat up, sorry if I was a little rough with you before. What happened to you?"

He asked, gazing back down at the injured wolf.

Pogovorite s Zeke, he ordered as his tongue continued to lap over the younger Wolf's chest.

He could taste the silver on his tongue and it was sickening.

Whoever had done this to him had left him alone for hours to suffer. He'd hunt this man - Tyrael - down and have a nice long chat with him. Perhaps more than a chat. No one touched one of his boys without good reason.

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Talk to Zeke

"Da, master."

His dark eye flickered open and trained on Zeke. "Hi," he replied with a half smile. Weak greeting but he decided that he could be allowed it.

He didn't know that Alek had children besides Aodh and Coilean. He didn't look like the Irish twins so he couldn't be related to them by blood. he could be married into the family...

Zakhar gave a pained gasp, hands clenching into fists.

"Got onto the wrong side of an Elven Slaver," he murmured softly, lips curling upwards. As dangerous as it was, he was excited for the next meeting. His relationship with Tyrael was only getting more interesting with each meeting.

A soft smile flickered across Zeke's lips and he shook his head.

"I'd call you an idiot but I did something similar."
He replied, running his hand on the still present scar on his chest, right next to his heart, thankfully Alexis had missed.

"Only mine was a crazed Vampire."
The thought of an Elven Slaver being around somewhere left a bitter taste in his mouth, he wasn't as forgiving as Alek, granted he held no hatred for the Elven race, Slavers were a whole other story.

When Alek was sure that he had done all he could as a Wolf, he shifted back.

He bent over the younger man, one hand braced on his upper chest, the other on his stomach. "Stay still," he ordered before bowing his head and pushing his tongue into the stab would.

The knife had gone fairly deep and he needed to make sure he cleaned as much as he could out.

His eye flickered down to the hand rubbing the youngest wolf's chest.

He had had to deal with silver wounds, too, then. Not pleasant.

Zakhar cried out, back arching when the tongue was pushed into his mound. The hands on his stomach and chest were keeping him in place but he couldn't help but to writhe and thrash.

Having a tongue pushed into a burning stab wound was not pleasant at all.

Zeke cursed softly under his breath as Zakhar thrashed about, moving to help restrain him and keep him still so that Alek could heal him.

"Poor bastard..."

He muttered softly as he shook his head, he pitied Zakhar to no end, he knew how it felt to be stabbed with silver but he hadn't been left to fester for days, his wounds were not as bad as these.

Alek pulled back, spitting out what he could then gagging.

"Holy shit, that's bad." Alek didn't swear often, but he couldn't help himself. He could taste nothing but silver. This was going to take a long while to heal up properly.

After a few more moments gagging, Alek moved to take the man's ear into his mouth.

It took a lot of effort, but the thrashing began to still.

His body shook with dry sobs as he tried to keep as still as he could for Aleksandr. It hurt so much.

His sobbing and writhing stilled completely when Alek's tongue pulled out of his wound. He apologised in a murmur when the older man began to gag.

A soft hiss sounded when Alek drew his ear into his mouth.

Zeke grimaced when Aleksandr swore and started gagging, for a reaction such as that the wound must have been festering for hours.

He jumped up and ran to the tap on the outside of the cottage, filling up a bucket of water and bringing it over to them.

At least now Alek could wash out his mouth and he could clean Zakhar's wounds slightly before they had to move him.

He tore the shirt which he had tucked in his pocket and tore it, grabbing a wad of fabric and dunking it in the water to clean out the silver free wounds.

"Thank you." He cupped his hands in the bucket of water and sipped, swilling his mouth out then spitting the dirty water on the ground besides him. He took another cupped handful and drank deeply.

"Where else, Zakhar?"

He could still smell festering flesh but he couldn't see any external wound.

Something hit him and his eyes widened a little, turning downwards to stare at Zakhar's lower body. He didn't... He damn well hoped Tyrael didn't.

He gave a quiet hiss when the wadded, wet shirt was pressed to his cleaned wounds.

It wasn't as painful as the tongue pushing into the wounds but it definitely wasn't pleasant.

The Russian's cheeks coloured slightly as his gaze turned up to the sky. Usually he wasn't easily embarrassed, but Zeke was here so he'd have to watch. It'd be awkward for the both of them.

"...Inside..."

"You're welcome."
He replied to Alek as he got to cleaning the wounds across Zakhar's chest, who ever had did this was completely twisted.

Zeke's eyes widened as Zakhar answered Alek's question...inside...

The young wolf had to hold back a grimace at that thought, in that instant he felt more sorry for Zakhar than he had anyone else.

His gaze flicked up to Alek, he should leave and let the Alpha tend to him on his own, he hoped that he allowed him to leave.

He pressed his lips together then turned his gaze up to Zeke.

"Go back to your wife. I can deal with this for now." He doubted Zeke would be comfortable watching him do what he had to do to the Russian man.

"Tell Moe that I said hi and that I won't be around for the next few days. I have something to take care of that will require almost my full attention."

When the youngest of the three of them left, Alek sucked on two fingers, laving them with saliva before pushing them into him slowly.