Visiting (Evgeni and Zakhar)

Evgeni strode into the stables, tossing an apple in one hand. He had spent a lot of time in the stables, lately. Ever since he had discovered that there were horses here. He had always hated people with a passion, but he liked animals. Animals didn't stab you in the back or enslave you. And horses he particularly liked. They were quiet, they were powerful. They were useful.

He wandered up to the black horse and clicked his tongue gently, holding out the apple.

"Zdraveĭte , krasiva." he cooed gently as the horse grazed from his hand.



(Translation: "Hello there, beautiful.")

Zakhar had felt the need to be around more... Well, more stupid creatures than humans and Supernaturals.

He wanted to be around nature.

The man laid out in a stall with a young mare, stroking her gently as he drifted in and out of sleep.

Being around animals always calmed him greatly. Right now he was the calmest he ahd been for a long time.

His eyes narrowed as he caught another scent among that of the horses, body stiffening. Zakhar.

It was about time he got revenge for the last time they had seen each other. And Zakhar was asleep now. This was perfect timing.

He slipped into the stall, quietly leading the mare out to lead her into another pen. Striding back to Zakhar again, he unhooked some reins and a saddle from the wall, and set about quickly tying the man in place, legs spread wide and tied to the stirrups.

Zakhar's body was pliant under Evgeni's hands.

There was no resistance as the man slept. He could be a heavy sleeper when he was relaxed enough to let that happen. Right now it'd take more than some gentle movements to rouse him from his sleep.

He laid out on the stall floor, spread and bound, breathing even, sleeping peacefully.

He glanced up at the ceiling. There was a hook up there... presumably something to hang hay bales and riding equipment from. Reaching up, he tested it, managing to lift his whole weight off the floor. Sturdy enough.

A smirk flit across his features as he bent to attach some long, thick lengths of rope to the saddle, letting the ends trail across the hay-covered floor. And bent to tie the man's torso to the saddle, hooking his arms through the handstrap and tying them in place. Perfect.

Hooking the lengths of rope through the hook, he quickly hoisted the man up and into the air, tying the ends of the rope to a beam to keep him in place.

The jerky movement of being pulled up was what roused the Lycan from his sleep.

His silver eyes flickered open slightly, eyelids heavy as he gazed around slowly. What was going on...?

Zakhar's eyes settled in Evgeni and he gave a low murmur, lifting one hand to brush his hair out of his face.

His hand jerked instead of lifting to his face and his brows furrowed in sleepy confusion.

"Wha...?"

Evgeni purred softly, sauntering up to the bound man.

"Did you have fun the last time we saw each other?" he breathed softly into the man's ear, eyes glinting maliciously.

He had been humiliated the last time they fucked. Completely humiliated. Tyrael had seen, he had been helpless, and his secrets had been spilled to a man that he had met only once.

And now he got to have his revenge on Zakhar.

"Well? Did you?" he snarled, giving the saddle a harsh kick, sending it flying backwards into the beam harshly.

The words sank into his head slowly.

His lips parted and he tried to form coherent words to no success. He was too tired. He hadn't woken up properly yet.

Yes, he had enjoyed the last time he had seen the man. Thoroughly enjoyed it. But he couldn't get that across in words just yet.

He yelped when the saddle was kicked.

"Perhaps I should show you what it's like to be humiliated for a change."

His voice became silky again as he padded around the man, eyes lingering over his form.

"I could leave you strung up here, like this, covered in my bruises and bitemarks for the next unlucky rider to come across. Would you like that?"

He picked a riding crop from a holder on the wall and turned it over in his hand slowly, eyes trailing over the leather.

And brought it down harshly on the man's skin.

He wasn't too tired to understand that.

A soft moan sounded, eyes sliding shut as he thought over the situations that would occur if he was left for another person to find him.

He liked that thought. A lot.

Zakhar jerked with a moan when the crop came down on his skin.

His eyes caught the look of excitement on the younger lycan's face and his lip curled. "You do like that, don't you? Little slut."

The crop came down again on the man's skin, kicking the saddle so that it went reeling back against the beam again.

He wandered across the stable to pick up a horse-shoe that was heating up over the fire, the metal burning a soft orange, and turned back to the man with a malicious smirk.

Names.

He loved being called names. Degraded. Humiliated. He loved it all. Absolutely adored it.

He moaned again when the saddle was kicked and then crop came down on his skin again.

His eyes flickered over the horseshoe when Evgeni held it up.

He strode back across the room, smirk widening.

"Did you honestly think I'd let you get away with that?"

Evgeni hated being humiliated. But his body loved it, and he couldn't help that. And Zakhar had taken advantage of that. And he hated being reminded that his body loved it.

He brought the burning metal down on the man's skin, pressing it into the flesh hard.

The Lycan gave a loud, pained cry when the metal met with his flesh.

He was awake now. Very awake.

And he was spewing any and every insult and oath he could in all three languages he knew.

Fuck that hurt.

He purred, eyes glinting as he lifted the shoe off the man's skin, eyes flitting over the burn admiringly.

"You marked me, I marked you."

That was just what he needed to hear. Real, tangible noises of pain. No pleasure, not when he was angry like this. Just real pain.

His hand came down on the burn mark harshly, causing the saddle to swing a little from the force.