Unsuspected Encounter (Zakhar and Evgeni)

Zakhar didn't react to the kick or the nails piercing his skin.

It barely hurt. Especially after the silver poisoning only a week ago.

This was like falling and getting a scraped knee compared to the torture of silver.

Zakhar pushed the older man down, keeping him in place with one hand curled in his hair while the other set to binding him into the furniture to keep him still, tearing at his clothes as he did so.

Clothes wouldn't be necessary.

His legs lashed out again when the man started to bind him, lurching upwards despite the pain of his hair being tugged to sink his teeth into the side of Zakhar's neck, feeling the skin tear under his teeth.

He wasn't even hissing coherent insults now, only hissing and snarling, his lips curled back over his teeth.

He would show Zakhar that he was not succeeding in breaking him. He wouldn't allow himself to be broken.

He pulled away from the older man, ignoring the tearing skin of his neck.

Zakhar stared down at his bound form for a few moments before letting a wide smirk curl his lips.

He liked the look of Evgeni, bound, naked and helpless.

The man could definitely get used to that sight.

Evgeni lay there panting, a quiet, helpless whimper slipping from his lips. Now that he couldn't move, he didn't know what he could do.

He was completely vulnerable.

"Take. It. Off." he snarled.

He didn't expect that Zakhar would actually do it, but it helped him feel better in himself if he protested. Made him feel stronger somehow.

His head tossed to the side at the smirk. It was humiliating being in this position, and feeling Zakhar's eyes on him like that was...

Zakhar crouched, stroking the older man's thigh gently.

"I'd rather not."

He was quite enjoying this. He didn't feel like taking it off at the moment. Right now he had just started a Session. He wasn't letting the man go any time soon.

He continued to stroke the man's thigh gently.

"Bastard." he growled half-heartedly.

His eyes slid half-closed, his heart-rate gradually slowing as he calmed down. A soft, helpless whine escaped him as he started to try to twist away again, attempting to resist his natural urge to give into the gentle strokes and petting.

And then stilled, self-control wilting.

"Your insults are so generic and boring."

He had been called bastard so many times that in was ineffective now. It was just another name that he got called by.

His hands continued to stroke along the man's thighs gently.

"I have some better ones, but they're rather more unpleasant."

A smirk curled his lips as he became slightly more relaxed, his muscles untensing under the strokes, letting out a blissful sigh.

His eyes slid closed slowly as a purr rumbled deep in his chest, the lycan side of him finally getting the better of him.

"...zadnik..."



(translation: "asshole")

Zakhar grinned when the man began purring.

He was giving in. Perhaps he'd be easier to train than he first thought. That was always good to know. Nothing was better than an easy to train Slave.

His fingers stroked down his thighs, tips barely brushing over his entrance before he curled a hand around the man's ember, pumping him slowly.

His body suddenly tensed as a fingertip brushed over his entrance, growling in warning. Stroking was soothing. It was something that the lycan part of him gave over to. But being touched there he wouldn't so easily submit to.

But he let out a little whine as the hand curled around his member, hips jerking upwards as he bit down on his lip.

He pumped him slowly, eyes trailing over him.

How to move forwards from here...?

He'd have to get him used to being touched. Zakhar wasn't going to go through his Sessions not penetrating him.

Zakhar licked two fingers, pressing the two wet digits to the man's entrance again.

He let out a quiet moan, hips pressing upwards into the hand.

And then stiffened again as the fingers pressed against him.

Evgeni let out a louder snarl, thrashing as much as his bonds would allow, teeth bared and snapping up at the man.

He hated feeling this vulnerable... he hated feeling at someone else's mercy... he hated feeling owned.

He didn't move the fingers, even when Evgeni thrashed and growled.

His hand continued pumping while his fingers stayed still, pressed against him, reminding him that any second he could press forwards and bury his fingers inside of him.

For now that would be enough.

The man stilled, panting, his hips occasionally jerking into the man's hand. He couldn't keep fighting forever. Not when fighting meant pulling and hurting his limbs on his restraints.

He wasn't happy about it by any means, but there wasn't anything he could do from this position.

In an odd way, he almost wished Zakhar would do it. Just so he wasn't waiting for it to happen.

His hand continued to pump as his lips quirked into a grin.

He was happy when Evgeni relaxed. Slowly he was accepting what was coming to him. He was accepting that he was now Zakhar's Slave.

"Good boy," he crooned, hand pulling away from the man's arousal for long enough to stroke his hair before returning to pumping him.

"Shut up." he growled, scowling up at him.

His teeth grit together as Zakhar began to pump him again, trying not to make a sound as his breathing began to speed up.

A whimper accidentally slipped from his lips as his hips began to move against the man's hand eagerly, eyes sliding closed.

"Make me," he replied, a brow arching upwards in challenge.

What could the older man do to make him shut up while he was locked like he was? He couldn't even scratch his own ass at the moment. There was no way he'd be able to make him shut up.

Zakhar purred when the older man began thrusting eagerly into his hand.

"You like that, don't you?" he purred softly.

Evgeni scowled up at him from under his eyebrows. "I said shut up."

His jaw clenched, eyes screwing closed tightly in stubbornness and annoyance as he tried not to make a noise, hips rolling a little faster into the man's hand.

His breath hitched a little in his throat as the pleasure began to intensify, head rolling back onto the floor.

Zakhar gave a low snort.

"And I said make me."

If Evgeni couldn't make him shut up then he wouldn't shut up. It was as simple as that.

He gave a few faster pumps before returning to the slower pace.

A moan choked out between his teeth at the faster pumps, back arching a little as he tried to thrust into the man's hand.

A soft whimper sounded as the pace slowed again, twisting as well as he could in his bonds in an attempt to coax Zakhar into a faster pace.

He drew a shaky breath, biting down on his lip in frustration.

"Now you've gone quiet. Accepting defeat?"

His lips curled upwards a little.

He wanted to annoy the man a little. There was nothing better than annoying someone that was accepting their own defeat.

"You're reacting so well to my touches. My little whore." His thumb ran over the older man's slit.

"Ebi se."

His back arched slightly as Zakhar's thumb brushed over his slit, letting out a noise that was half-way between a moan and a growl.

He spat up at the man, lip curling.

Even though he despised submitting with a passion, being mocked while doing so was even worse.

(translation: "fuck you")

The younger Lycan smirked when the older man's back arched. The pumping of his hand sped up a little as he gave a low purr.

Zakhar tutted, the purr falling silently, and reached out to slap Evgeni's cheek sharply.

"Don't spit at me." He hated people spitting at him. If people knew what was good for them, they wouldn't spit at him. Ever.

He hissed, lip curling as the man slapped him round the face, and let out a snarl.

"Make me."

He spat up at him again, eyes flashing maliciously.

Even if he couldn't move like this, he still had use of his mouth. And he would use it to his full advantage.

The younger man's nose wrinkled as he gripped Evgeni's cheeks harshly.

"Do not spit at me," he growled in a tone that warranted no disobedience. He didn't like being sit at and God give Evgeni mercy if he did it again ebcause Zakhar definitely wouldn't be giving any.

Challenging the man on this topic was dangerous.