Looking For Him

Zakhar moaned and stretched as he padded into the room, running his hands through his hair.

He was hoping to find Lino around somewhere so he could get the new addition to his collar fitted and the first place he had thought to look was their room.

He hoped the by was there, he had missed him in his week away from his room.

The Lycan wondered how worried the boy would be.

Lino was in fact in the room, but not in plain sight. As Zakhar might have noticed, the pup had a knack for hiding himself in places, even if it was for no apparent reason at all.

In this particular moment Lino was sitting at the bottom of a wardrobe, the coats and clothes dangling down from the hangers brushing over the top of his brunette curls.

He had his headphones plugged into his ears but he had fallen asleep in the time he had cooped himself up inside of the small space.

Zakhar would have been able to pick his sent up easily.

The boy was definitely in the room.

Now it was just a question of where. He didn't feel like scouring every small space that the boy could fit into to find him.

No, he was feeling far too lazy for that.

"Lino," he called out, leaning back against the wall as he waited for the boy to show himself.

The pups eyes flew open when he heard the strong but familiar voice call out his name. He yanked the headphones out of his ears and stumbled out of the wardrobe, falling down on his hands and knees from how quickly he moved.

He looked up at Zakhar with big, shocked eyes. He hadn't seen his Master in a week, but if felt like forever. He thought that Zakhar had left, abandoned him here.

He'd even taken off the collar. For the first time in a very long time his neck was bare.

"M-maestro!" He stammered, the surprise evident in his voice.

Zakhar crooked his finger, beckoning the boy up.

He hadn't seen the boy in over a week. He didn't just want to see him. He wanted to hug him, kiss him. Assure him that he was still around.

"Mi dispiace per essere andato così a lungo. Sono stato avvelenato e aveva bisogno di tempo per guarire," he apologised.

He had hated that he hadn't been able to see Lino in a week. He had missed the boy terribly.

His brows drew together in confusion when his eyes fell to his neck. "Dov'è il tuo collo?" he asked. He didn't remember giving him permission to remove it.

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I'm sorry for being gone so long. I was poisoned and needed time to heal

Where is your collar?

Quickly Lino made his way up to his feet. He walked over towards Zakhar and stood right before him, looking down in shame.

So many emotions ran through his mind. He was surprised, shocked, and a little scared at how Zakhar would react to seeing the collar was removed. But he was also comforted in a very strange way. He couldn't have helped but felt abandoned, and now he knew that wasn't the case.

"Mi dispiace Maestro! Ho pensato che mi hai lasciato. Io, io non lo sapevo." He stammered, unsure of what to say.

He felt terrible to know that Zakhar had been hurt and he had been clueless to that. He just... didn't know that was possible and had automatically assumed that the man had just left.

He pointed towards the pillow on their bed, where the collar lay neatly.

"E 'lì." He said, his voice carrying a hint of shame, guilt even.

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"I'm sorry Master! I thought that you left me. I, I didn't know."

"It's there"

He tilted his head towards the collar.

"Vai a prenderlo," he ordered softly, eyes still on the boy.

The boy needed a punishment for removing his collar without permission. The boy had thought he had left him. How insulting. Would Zakhar just leave him? No, he'd have to have a good reason. And he'd tell the boy to his face if he was leaving. The horror on his face wouldn't be an expression he would want to miss.

"La tua punizione è che non si può indossare il collare fino a questo momento domani."

Until this time tomorrow, Lino wouldn't be his Slave. Lino would just be another boy to him. To a true Slave like Lino, that would be worse than physical punishments.

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Go get it

Your punishment is that you cannot wear the collar until this time tomorrow

The pup wasted no time in going over to the bed and taking the collar into his hands, walking back towards Zakhar. He planned on giving it to his Master so the man could again fasten it around his neck.

He stood still when he heard his punishment. His grey blue eyes glossed over as if he was deep in thought. His brow twitched slightly from confusion.

It wasn't the reaction that Zakhar had most likely hoped for. The boy didn't seem upset or anything really. Just slightly caught off guard.

Timidly he extended his hand out to give Zakhar the collar, though he didn't make any eye contact. He stared ahead at nothing, nothing at all.

Zakhar's eyes narrowed a little.

That was not the reaction he had expected. He had expected the boy to apologise again. Beg for him to revoke that punishment. Something beyond staring ahead blankly.

This wasn't how he had wanted their reunion to go. He had wanted the boy to be overjoyed to see him. He had wanted to just lie on the bed together cuddling and sharing the occasional kiss.

That hadn't happened.

"Vieni, abbiamo da qualche parte ci deve essere," he murmured, turning and leaving the room. He expected Lino to follow obediently.

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Come, we have somewhere we must be

Lino could sense that Zakhar was disappointed, and as such his guilt rose up even further inside of him.

Silently he followed the man, unsure of where he was taking them. But the uncertainty had never stopped the young wolf from blindly following his master before.

Zakhar stalked through the halls silently, passing by the vestibule and heading towards the Aria house.

He wasn't happy.

He had thought he had trained Lino well. He had thought he had been a true Slave. But his reaction to not being collared wasn't that of a true Slave. It frustrated him that he hadn't trained Lino as well as he thought he had.

Zakhar stopped at a door and knocked on it sharply.

"Tyrael," he called through the wood.

Tyrael had been in his room for one of the only few reason he had, sleeping, bathing and working.

Thankfully at the moment he was working, tinkering away at his desk on nothing of importance as he heard Zakhar banging on his door and calling for him.

He pulled himself to his feet and ran a hand through his hair, tied back as usual, he wore black jeans which hung loosely around his slim waist but held to the contoures of his legs and a plain navy blue T-shirt.

He opened the door and leaned against it's frame as he gazed at the Lycan.
"Zakhar, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
He asked before his eyes fell on the boy standing behind him, huh, Zakhar's Slave boy.

"I see, come in, your order is ready."
He added as he moved out of the way and gestured for them to enter.

Lino's gut churned as he followed his master to the Aria wing. What purpose could coming to this section of housing serve?

He clasped his hands behind his back, holding onto his elbows. It was a position he often had when he didn't know what to do with himself.

When Tyrael opened the door Lino looked up to just where the man's lips were. He wouldn't make eye contact with this person. He rarely made eye contact with anyone.

The pup waited to follow after his master inside the room, still not sure what was going on. What did he mean, order?

"Excellent."

Zakhar dug the collar out of his pocket, holding it out to the Elf as he settled himself in a chair.

He had discussed with Tyrael that Lino probably wouldn't take the collar off until absolutely necessary. He wondered if the Elf would pick up on the fact that the collar wasn't currently around his Slave's neck.

The Lycan clicked his fingers and pointed to the floor next to his chair, motioning for Lino to kneel.

His eyes studied the boy as he walked in, small, younger than he had expected, he had the look of a boy that had been well broken, beyond the point of disobedience, no wonder he irked Zakhar so much, if this is what he was used to.

He took the collar the Lycan handed to him and arched an eyebrow at the Russian man.

"Vlyublennyye ssoryatsya?"
He asked with a chuckle as he sat down in his chair and pulled out his hammer and nails, lining the nails up on the leather correctly before striking them sharply, puncturing holes into the leather.

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Lovers quarrel?

The boy was very confused as to what was going on and what was going to happen. Whoever Tyrael was he picked up familiar vibes of sadism in his presence.

Without wasting a second Lino knelt down on the floor beside Zakhar's chair. He continued to stare ahead at nothing, silver blue eyes glossing over.

It was clear something was on his mind, troubling him. What that was though he wouldn't say, even if asked. It was too risky. So instead he sat motionless, expressionless except for the stirring in his conflicted eyes.

He did not understand the Russian that the elf spoke. He did not pay attention to the modifications made to his collar. Instead he just remained still like a statue.

Zakhar gave a soft snort, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest.

"On snyal yeye , kogda ya byl istseleniya , chtoby yego nakazaniye ne nositʹ yego na drugoy denʹ." Would Tyrael understand the importance of that punishment to a true Slave?

He wasn't happy with Lino at the moment, that much was certain.

He watched Tyrael work silently after that.

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He took it off while I was healing so his punishment is to not wear it for another day

He gave a soft chuckle and nodded.

"Eto zhestkaya, otrecheniye yego na odin denʹ , on ne vyglyadit slishkom rasstraivatʹsya po etomu povodu , on ponyal, chto ne nosite eto znachit?"

He glanced down at the boy again, he looked troubled and lost, perhaps he didn't understand what was going on.

Tyrael got back to work, puncturing the rest of the holes and pulling out a small box that he had left in the draw, inside were the two plaques he had made, perfectly engraved and polish, true Elven handy work.

"Just like how you ordered, I hope you like them."

He reveled in the fact that Zakhar had him make only two plaques, one for Lino and one for Evgeni. A small victory in his mind, the Lycan didn't consider him to be his Slave, or if he did, at least he avoided having to wear a collar.
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That's harsh, disowning him for a day, he doesn't look too upset about it, does he realize what not wearing it means?

The boy looked down at the floor before him and remained silent. He didn't move at all, obediently sitting beside his unhappy Master.

He tried to pick up a few of the words they were saying, but he could only really understand the word nakazaniya.

Punishment.

He let his eyes flicker up when Tyreal had finished with the collars, curious to see what the man had done.

Why are there two collars?

Zakhar pressed his lips together, eyes turning down to the boy at his side.

"Pozhaluy, net. Mozhet bytʹ, ya dolzhna vyvesti yego iz vedomogo obucheniya i v PET obucheniya. Eto bylo by pokazatʹ yemu, chto otrecheniye yego v bolʹshoye delo."

Zakhar took Submissives and Slaves. It was very rare he took his training as far as Pet training. He didn't feel he needed it. Slaves were submissive enough when trained well.

But Lino had removed his collar without permission after only a week. He didn't view Zakhar enough to wait for him for longer than a week in the older Lycan's eyes and that thought had him growling internally. He wasn't important to Lino.

Zakhar's eyes flickered over the plaques and he gave a satisfied nod. "Very good. You'll get your pay...whenever you call it in," he murmured with a twitch of his lip.

The man wasn't all that fond of the pay he had to give, but he had offered it and Tyrael had taken so he'd do it without complaint no matter how degrading or painful it may be for him.

"YA uveren, chto on poymet, chto znachit, kogda , vmesto togo, prinyav yego za sessiyu , kak ya obychno delayu, ya yemu spatʹ v svoyey posteli." He didn't lay what wasn't his unless he really wanted to. And at the moment, he didn't want to. Perhaps he'd go as far as fucking Evgeni while Lion watched.

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Perhaps not. Maybe I should draw him out of Slave training and into Pet training. That would show him that disowning him in a big thing

I'm sure he'll realise what it means when, instead of taking him for a Session like I'd usually do, I have him sleep in his own bed

"YA ponimayu , chto on byl v vashey sluzhbe v techeniye razumnogo kolichestva vremeni , ona dolzhna bytʹudarnoy ignoriruyut podobnoye."

Tyrael chuckled as he attached the plates to the two collars, he hadn't put the second one on Evgeni's collar until it was approved.

The shock collar was deceptive, it looked just like a normal leather collar, except for the fact that it had copper studs on the inside of it, all the wiring was well hidden it should be a nice surprise for Evgeni.

"Oh I know they are good, what would an Elf be if they could not craft well."
He replied with a chuckle, he looked forward to cashing in his payment.

"Here is the other half of your order."
He added as he placed Evgeni's collar in the Lycan's hand as well as the remote and key for it.

"I've kept a copy of the key, as I do with all my orders in case it gets lost or stolen, if you want that one too just ask."

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I take it that he has been in your service for a reasonable amount of time, it should be a shock being ignored like that.

Lino continued to sit in silence, trying to pick up what words he could in Russian.

Slave, Pet, Session... those were the only words he could make out. Not too shocking considering that it was Zakhar that was speaking.

But Lino was still confused as to who this new person was, why Zakhar spoke to him like this, and why they insisted on speaking a language Lino could not understand.

He noticed the new plague on his collar, Zakhar's symbol now embellishing it. It looked nice and fitting.

But the boy could sense there was more between these two then just business.

"On budet uchitʹsya na sobstvennom gorʹkom opyte , chto znachit idti protiv zhelaniya magistra."

Zakhar reached out to pet Lino's head without eve glancing down at him before settling his hand in his lap again. Lino was in for a tough time learning patience above anything else.

A week and he had given up all hope on him. What grounds did he have to do that? Zakhar had barely left his side in six months.

"Useless." An Elf that couldn't craft was useless.

Zakhar looked the collar over carefully, pursing his lips. "Is good. Thank you."

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He will learn the hard way what it means to go against Master's wishes

Tyrael let out a small chuckle and glanced down at the Lycan pup, he almost felt sorry for the boy, he had unknowingly brought this upon himself.

"Useless indeed."

He nodded, Elves were essentially craftsmen, it was how they had managed to survive for so long amongst stronger species.

"I'm glad you like them.
I suppose that is your order completed, unless there was anything else you wanted to ask of me?"

He asked, raising an eyebrow at the Lycan.

A gnawing was grating away inside of the young man's gut. He felt dirty, he felt wrong.

He stared ahead, silver blue eyes glossed over with veiling thoughts. Despite his silent and motionless exterior, there was so much going on inside his head.

This is how it usually was with Lino though. He would say and do little, but his mind, his mind was always racing.