The Truce of an Elf and a Vampire

Tyrael propped himself up over the Lycan, being sure not to press his body against him, the last thing he wanted to do was make the wounds worse by putting pressure on them.

He looked down at the Lycan with gentle blue eyes as he kiss his throat, giving it a soft nip.

He held himself up with one arms as his over hand moved to cup his cheek as he moved to kiss him on the lips, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip and for the first time, his metal piercing left no burning feeling.

Tyrael pulled away from him slightly as the hand on Zakhar's cheek moved to stroke the man's stomach softly, his long slender fingers sliding under the fabric of his shirt to caress his stomach softly.

"I want to make it up to you, is there anything I can do for you.'
The Elf was giving him a free pass, anything that Zakhar asked for with in reason he would give it to him without complaint.

Zakhar's eyes slid shut when his throat was nipped.

He was struggling a little trying to relax. They had set boundaries and made rules. Tyrael wouldn't be tearing out his throat any time soon. He couldn't. And he was being so gentle at the moment.

A soft sound of anticipation left his throat when the Elf's tongue ran over his lip, only to find what he had been anticipating gone. No silver, right. He had smelled it on his breath when he had ventured closer. His lips parted, tongue darting out to brush along Tyrael's, coaxing it to play.

His eyes fluttered open. "Prove to me that we can lay without nearly killing each other," he murmured, eyes searching out Tyrael's before flickering away.

Vanilla sex. He hadn't even thought about vanilla sex for years and he was asking for it from someone that had dominated him. Everything seemed so backwards about their relationship.

He kissed Zakhar deeply as the Lycan's tongue brushed against his, his tongue stroking against his in return.

He gazed down at the man, meeting his eyes for a moment before Zakhar looked away.

He hadn't been expecting that, had been anticipating having to give the man a blowjob or something to that description, not just normal sex.

His eyes trailed across the Lycan's body for a moment.
"Are your wounds healed enough for that?"
He asked, he didn't want to be moving and pushing against Zakhar if there was a chance of making his wounds worse.

"The wounds healed days ago. Alek was just worried about the silver in my system."

If it had been up to him - or anyone else that didn't worry was much as Alek - he'd have been allowed to leave days ago.

He wasn't as strong as he was a few days ago, but he wasn't throwing up silver laced vomit any more so he was just regaining his strength now. Vanilla sex wouldn't need extreme amounts of strength. He'd be fine.

"Alek wouldn't have left if he thought I'd be hurt."

The Lycan's legs curled around Tyrael's waist.

He gave a slight nod, it was good to hear that Zakhar was over the worst of it and was now just resting up.

"Okay, if that is what you want then that's what you get."
As Zakhar's legs curled around him he lowered his body and pressed up against the Lycan as he leaned down and caught the man's lips in his again.

He nipped at his bottom lip, sucking on it softly before letting go and pulling him into another deep kiss, his hands moving to caress the man's neck and weave through his hair and Tyrael propped himself up on his elbows.

His eyes slid shut, hips rocking upwards against the hips pressed to his own.

He returned the kiss with a purr, hands sliding up Tyrael's back to tug at the ribbon in his hair, letting it loose and running his fingers through it.

Zakhar's lips parted, kissing the Elf deeply in return with another low purr.

He left the gentle stroking on his neck. For that he blamed being a Lycan. Not many Lycan would admit it but they all loved being stroked and petted.

A soft smile graced his lips as the veil of teal hair framed his face, a gentle purr rumbling in his chest as Zakhar's fingers ran through it.

The Elf's long slender finger ran over the man's neck and collar bone softly before running through his hair, pushing the stray strands from the Lycan's face as he gazed down at him.

Zakhar was not a beautiful man, far from it, a long time ago he may have been quite handsome before all the scarring to his face and the damage to his eye. However the aura that the man gave off was alluring, a mixture of power and pride.

He trailed his tongue along Zakhar's jawline, tasting his warm skin as his hips began to grind against him

These soft noises were so different from the screams of pains and loud moans and groans that they had been giving off in the last two meetings.

His eyes flickered when they found Tyrael's. He didn't like people staring at his face. He never had.

Supernaturals were usually young and beautiful or old and aged with a wisdom about themselves. Zakhar was caught between the two of them in his mid thirties. The wear and tear of a hard human life in Russia could be seen on his face. He had the beginnings of wrinkles setting in, his face was weathered with harsh conditions of heavy snowfall, he had scars marring his cheek and nose from a bear attack when he was young and foolish.

He was very self conscious about people staring at him like the Elf was, taking in every flaw, judging him.

He didn't care if people were standing a few feet away or if they were too focussed on sex or fighting to look at him. They'd see his scars, think he was less than beautiful then go on with life.

The Lycan's eyes slid shut again, head tilting backwards to offer more of his skin to the Elf.

He gazed into Zakhar's eyes when the Lycan looked up at him, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

The Elf wasn't judging the Lycan, he was admiring him. Beauty in an Elven tribe was common, everyone was young and beautiful, he liked that Zakhar looked more rugged, it was different to what he was used to and by no means a bad thing.

He kissed and nipped as Zakhar's neck as it was offered as his hands slid down out of his hand and moving to unbutton the Lycan's shirt slowly. His heart beat slightly faster as his eyes flicked down, seeing the scars that he had left of the man's body.

His brow furrowed slightly, he felt guilty for doing it and would take it all back if he could, but he couldn't, now he just had to make it up to the wolf.

"Those aren't going away any time soon, are they?" he asked with a low chuckle. "Looks like I'll be yours for a long while."

That worked out fine with him.

He was sure that the two of them would keep this new game of dominance up for a long while. Belonging to the Elf, even if was only through scars, didn't bother him. He would almost venture far enough to say that he liked it.

He tugged the Elf's hair again before his hands dipped lower under the man's shirt to trail up his back.

"I strongly doubt it, seems I have to start taking better care of my belongings though."

He replied, lowering his head to trail his tongue along his name, they were clean cuts so over time it was likely that they would fade until they were no longer visible but that would take quite a long time for that to happen.

The rules of their game had changed, it would no longer be a battle to the death but more about challenge and dominance not blind violence and abuse.

He gave a soft growl as his hair was tugged, he tilted his head back and offered it to the Lycan. Alek had made it clear that their had to be trust between them, he couldn't expect Zakhar to trust him if he couldn't trust him in return.

Granted offering his neck to a Lycan caused him to worry he wanted to see what Zakhar would do.

"Good idea."

He didn't want to go through any more experiences like that again any time soon. It was painful and had left him out for the count for a week. It had been embarrassing and probably not the most pleasant experience for Zeke.

He gave a low moan when the Elf's tongue laved over the scars.

Zakhar leaned up, tongue laving over the Elf's throat.

"It would be so easy to tear your throat out," he purred softly, teeth scraping over the exposed flesh. After a moment of running his lips and tongue over the skin, he sucked a small patch into his mouth and bit down on it, sucking gently.

He released the skin with a soft purr then laid out on the bed again.

"I know."
He muttered as Zakhar pointed out how vulnerable he had made himself, but the Lycan wanted proof that they could lay with one another without one of them nearly dying and trust went both ways.

Tyrael gave a soft moan as the man bit down on his neck and sucked at his skin, looking back down at him as he lay back down.

He unhooked Zakhar's legs from his waist and pulled away slightly, trailing his lips down the Lycan's stomach, nipping his navel softly as he brought his hands to the button of the man's jeans and unhooked it, slowly unzipping his pants as he tongue darted across his waistband.

"If the Slaves that you've trained could see you like this." He gave an amused hum.

While he had been doing nothing more than sitting around, he had done a lot of thinking about Tyrael and ended up thinking on the subject of his surname. he knew it - he knew he did - but he just couldn't remember.

After days of the thought bugging him, he had finally given into curiosity and asked Alek if he knew. The older Lycan had wondered about his curiosity but given him the answer.

Slaver. He knew that he had been a Slaver, but such a well known one? It had come to quite a shock that he had managed to overpower such a strong man. It had also been a rather large ego stroke.

His eyes followed Tyrael's movements as he slid down the bed, moaning softly when his tongue darted over his skin.

He gave a soft chuckle at that thought, what would his old Slaves do if they saw him like this.
The it dawned on him that Zakhar knew who he was now, he must have figured it out yet the wolf still let him close.

"They would be more shocked than your Slave I think, chances are they would think you were some kind of deity as well."
He replied with another soft chuckle.

He pulled the Lycan's pants down slowly, followed by his boxers, his lips continued down Zakhar's pelvis and his tongue darted over his member before he kiss his head.

His hands moved to stroke the Lycan's thighs softly.

Zakhar gave a snort.

"Do I look like a deity?" He shook his head with a soft sigh. Zakhar was anything but divine. He was cruel and coarse. Nothing like a deity at all.

It both amused and annoyed him to know that others thought of him that way.

The Lycan moaned softly, hips pressing upwards a little.

"Not at all, but I am sure they have been dreaming of seeing me submit to someone, seeing it happen would probably spark such views."

The Slaves that he had never saw him as anything other than a cruel and merciless Master who would sooner slay them than let them lay a hand on him like this.

He trailed his tongue up the Lycan's member again, sucking on his hair softly and his tongue swirled over his slit.

Tyrael would have to get the man very worked up, chances were that Zakhar was not use to regular sex, without the ferocity of what he was used to he would need a lot of stimulation before he would get anywhere near coming.

Zakhar gave a low chuckle. "Perhaps at some point we may have to prove to others that you can be dominated to those Slaves."

He'd love to see shocked and horrified faces of Lycan that had never seen their Master be dominated by anyone, let alone a Lycan like themselves.

The Russian gave another soft moan, head dropping back to lay against the pillows.

His hands slid up into Tyrael's hair. He didn't know what to do with them. When he was submissive, he usually had them bound. It was strange having free reign of his hands.

Tyrael gave a soft snort.
"The look of their faces would be priceless, perhaps I will get one sent over at some point."

It would be easy enough to call the clan and get one of his Slaves sent over to him for a while, it would be interesting to see what Zakhar thought of his handy work.

He started to bob his head as he sucked on the Lycan's member, dragging his teeth up his shaft softly as his tongue curled around his head, pressing the ball of his piercing against his slit slightly.

Zakhar gave a little grin. "That would be amusing. Your Slave and mine can talk about how strange it is to see their Masters dominated."

He'd love to see Lino's reaction to his all-powerful Master being dominated.

He'd have to find a day where he could coerce both Tyrael and Lino into the dungeon to have his boy watch.

The Lycan writhed, hips moving slightly when the ball of the man's piercing touched against him. Feeling the cool metal of the piercing was different than the hot burning of silver but no less arousing.

He chuckled softly at that thought, he would definitely have to organize for one of his Slaves to be sent over sometime soon.

He rubbed the ball against his slit, sucking on his head softly as his hands ran up the Lycan's thigh to stroke and massage his balls softly.

It was an odd feeling, having the Lycan so willingly thought he had to admit it made for a nice change, their sessions left them both out of action for a week and he didn't particularly like having to wait weeks on end to have sex again.

The Lycan gave a soft moan in return for the fingers massaging him.

This gentle, almost tender sex was so different from what he usually experienced. It was strange. He didn't know whether he liked the soft, gentle touches or whether he didn't.

He wanted to go back to familiarity of the rough touches and bound body parts.

But the two of them needed this. They needed to prove that they could have sex without hurting each other at all before they went back to the more hardcore side of sex that Zakhar was used to.

He gave the Lycan one last suck before pulling away, his placed two fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, laving his tongue over them as he looked down at Zakhar.

The Elf trailed his fingers across the Lycan's thighs, leaving behind a wet trailed that cooled as it came into contact with the air.

His fingers moved and pressed against the man's entrance as he leaned up and kissed the man deeply again, nipping at his lower lip and giving a soft tug.

The Lycan gave a little whine when Tyrael pulled away from him.

His tongue ran over his lower lip slowly and a shiver of anticipation ran down his spine when the Elf sucked his fingers. He knew what that gesture meant.

When the wet fingers touched his thigh, his legs parted further.

He pressed forwards against the Elf's fingers as he returned the deep kiss.

He pushed his fingers into the man slowly, twisting them inside of him as he slowly thrust them, spreading them apart when they were buried deep inside of him.

Zakhar was experience enough to not need preparing but it was nice just to work through the motions since they were trying not to hurt each other.

His free hand reached up and he stroked his cheek and neck again as he continued to kiss him.