Ownership (Zakhar, Damien and Evgeni)

Evgeni struggled for a moment in Zakhar's arms, for once, not in stubbornness, or reluctance, or hatred, but purely as a reflex. It was what he always did. He wasn't used to being captured without a struggle.

But then he quickly settled down, gazing up at the other man, eyes flickering with a combination of hesitance, defensiveness, and pure, hungry need. He didn't care if Zakhar was proud of him. It was irrelevant to him, other than perhaps getting him out of another punishment. The only thing he cared about was getting some relief.

The man tensed as Zakhar's teeth locked down around his neck, sucking in a faint breath, not wanting to submit, and yet completely needing to at the same time. A soft groan escaped him as Zakhar started to kiss down his chest, hips unintentionally rolling up against him as he finally gave in.

He gave a curt nod. It was the only way he knew how to respond to that. No struggling, no running away, but he wouldn't beg or degrade himself in any way either.

Good boy, he purred mentally.

He would have said it aloud but he decided that Evgeni would probably act negatively to the patronising pet name. Right now he didn't want the man running from him.

His fingers hooked in the waistband of the Bulgarian's underwear, pulling it down slowly, pressing gentle kisses to each inch of revealed skin.

Zakhar purred lowly as his tongue lapped at the man's member slowly before taking him into his mouth. He began bobbing his head slowly as his fingers caressed the man's thighs gently.

Damien raised an eyebrow at the pair, before quickly lowering his eyes again to finish cleaning his kit. His mouth was dry, and, much as he tried to focus on his work, he couldn't help taking the occasional, secretive glance up at the two.

Why was it that every time he tattooed one of Zakhar's lovers, something like this always ended up happening?

Well, he hoped that it wouldn't end up quite as painful as last time, anyway.

The muscles in his stomach leaped as Zakhar's mouth trailed lower, sucking in a soft breath. Yes, he needed this. To his own surprise, he even wanted this.

He let out a low groan as Zakhar's tongue touched his skin, hips bucking upwards impatiently. His hands tangled in the man's hair, pulling him closer eagerly.

It felt weird, giving in this easily, but he hadn't been satisfied by somebody else nearly enough this mating season, and it showed. At first, he had been violent from the dissatisfaction, but now, he had sunk so deep into his heat that he was eager to submit just to get some satisfaction.

His head fell back against the pillow, panting softly as his hips jerked against the man's mouth.

Zakhar pulled back slightly, pressing a kiss to the older Lycan's arousal.

He was rather eager. Zakhar could have a lot of fun with this. He crawled up Evgeni's body slowly, tongue laving up over his heated skin.

He leaned over to reach into his bedside table to pull out some straps, binding Evgeni's hands together and to the headboard swiftly. He was going to have his fun with this one.

Once that was done, he slid off the bed and knelt, pulling a long pole out from under it and perching on the edge of the bed as he strapped Evgeni's feet to each end.

He stepped back and let his tongue lap over his lips. What a beautiful sight. Evgeni tied up, legs forced apart with a spread bar. After taking a few moments to etch the sight into his memory, he turned around and padded towards Damien.

He coaxed the machine from the man's hand then leaned forwards to kiss him deeply, hands fisting in his hair. Now was the time to get him involved.

The man's eyes widened in surprise as Zakhar's lips pressed against his, but kissed him back hungrily, nails raking down the back of the man's neck.

He wasn't completely unaffected by heat either. Though he wasn't as affected as Evgeni. He had been having a casual thing with one of the other guys in the tattoo parlour, so that had relieved some of the need he felt, though he couldn't have been as rough with a human as he would have liked.

Still, it was better than nothing.

He let out a playful growl and wrestled Zakhar down to the bed, nipping at his neck and collarbone eagerly.

A quiet whine sounded as Zakhar pulled away, hips jerking upwards in protest. That was cruel. To work him up like that and then just pull away again.

He growled as he was bound, struggling considerably more violently than before. No, he wanted to be satisfied! Not for Zakhar to pull away and tend to someone else.

Tied up and helpless, he watched Zakhar kiss Damien, whimpering quietly in frustration.

He didn't want to be teased like this. Not this month.

The Russian chuckled when he was wrestled to the bed.

He was feeling far more frisky than usual, so he allowed the playful show of dominance, legs wrapping around Damien's waist, his thrusting upwards, grinding against the younger Lycan's.

His nails scraped at Damien's back as he wrestled the man onto his back just as playfully, thrusting and grinding his hips against the American's ad he leaned down to nip his lip sharply, playful growl rumbling in his chest.

This playful fight was fun.

Another spirited growl mingled with a groan as his hips pushed up against the other man's, hands tugging at the long black locks teasingly.

His hands slid under the man's shirt, pawing at the skin underneath before his nails raked down the man's sides, scraping over a nipple as his teeth bit down on a patch of flesh on the man's neck.

Wriggling out from underneath the man, he pushed him down onto his front, nipping his ear sharply with a purr.

Evgeni growled in frustration, the noise almost becoming a frustrated sob as he twisted against his bonds. He really didn't want to be stuck here like this. And Zakhar was just going to leave him here and ignore him?

What was that about making him feel good again?

He whimpered quietly as he watched the two wrestle, pulling at the leather around his wrists.

He wanted to be touched, not ignored.

He moaned softly, back arching up into the nails scraping over a nipple.

He had sure to make the moan exaggerated; to make Evgeni jealous. He was the one getting the pleasure, not the Bulgarian.

Zakhar didn't fight when he was pushed down onto his stomach. Now this could make things amusing.

He gave a soft, breathy gasp as he pushed his ass up into the air, shaking it enticingly. "Do you want this, Evgeni? To be laying under me like this, ready to be fucked in your tight little ass?"

His words were low, a seductive purr.

Could he arouse Evgeni with just his words?

He chuckled lowly, starting to grind up against the man slowly as he shot an amused look back at the bound man.

Pinning both of Zakhar's wrists down with one hand, he started to unbutton the man's shirt, peeling it from his shoulders and flinging it off the bed carelessly.

"So cruel." he teased, giving the man's ear another nip.

His hand smoothed up the now bared skin, over the rippling muscle to pinch a nipple harshly, tugging at a piercing as his teeth clamped down on the back of the man's neck.

Zakhar only got an irritated, frustrated growl in response.

His eyes trailed over the pair, shifting uncomfortably, his legs trying to squeeze together to get some kind of friction on his arousal. Fuck, be fucked. He didn't even care any more. Zakhar was really getting to him by ignoring him like this, and he didn't like to show how much it wound him up.

It pissed him off. Zakhar pissed him off.

"Go fuck yourself."

It wasn't the usual growl, snarl or spit. It was almost half-hearted. He knew Zakhar was doing it to get a reaction out of him, so whatever he said it wouldn't make a difference.

He groaned softly, pressing back against the hips grinding against him.

A soft gasping moan sounded when a nipple was pinched. Cruel? "Only when I want to be." He could be nice when he wanted to be, But being cruel was so much fun; how could he deny himself the pleasure.

His hips rolled against Damien's as he watched Evgeni.

After a little more screwing around, he'd drag Damien over to Evgeni and really begin the Session.

"Of course." he grinned, tugging the man's hair back to force him to kneel up and sit in his lap, nipping at the side of his cheek.

One arm encircled his waist, fingertips brushing fleetingly over a hipbone before ducking under the waistband, stroking the sensitive skin at the base of his arousal teasingly.

"It would be fun to make you beg, like you would make him. Like you made me." he purred softly.

His hand slid back out of the Zakhar's pants again to undo the flies, working them off his hips slowly to leave the man naked in his lap as he ground up against him, teeth working the skin of his neck.

His eyes met with Zakhar's as he watched him and he let out a small whimper, finally stopping struggling and simply lying helplessly in his bonds.

There was nothing that he could do, save for waiting until Zakhar decided to release him. In both senses of the word.

He hated this helplessness, being entirely dependent on Zakhar to touch him, to make him come, to even set him free. But despite the hatred he felt for it in himself, his body loved it. His body loved being controlled, loved being denied like this, and he hated himself for it.

"...Zakhar..." his voice was half a plead, and half a growl, and if he had been asked in that moment whether he wanted to beg or snap, he wouldn't even have known himself.

He chuckled as he pressed his back against Damien's chest.

As fun as it would be to see how Damien planned to make him bed, he had made a promise to Belial. No one was to dominate him but her. Pushing him around and grinding into his ass wasn't dominating him.

"Sorry, Damien, Mistress says I'm not allowed to let anyone else fuck me without her permission."

He could explain the marks on his neck as Evgeni getting a little too friendly during a Session. He had done the same with her, after all. But he wouldn't let this get too far out of hand as to have to explain why he had let someone else fuck him without permission.

"But you can have free reign of him." He motioned to the bound Lycan with a grin.

"I've finished my Heat but he hasn't. And I doubt you have, either. Have fun with him. Make him beg for you."

He slid out of Damiens lap and took his hand, pulling him across the floor towards his bed.

Damien rolled his eyes, releasing the man reluctantly. Since the session with Zakhar and Lino, he had wanted to get his revenge on Zakhar, and he had rather been anticipating the opportunity.

"Spoilsport."

He climbed to his feet, striding over to kneel next to Evgeni as a small smirk crawled across his lips. His hand smoothed through the dark, curly brown locks soothingly as he gazed down at the man, mind working away.

"Your Master just gave me free reign of you."

He paused to tug a handful of locks playfully, feathering his lips against the other man's.

"How are you gonna persuade me to treat you well?"

"He's not my Master." he muttered, gazing up at the man.

He wanted to be touched, but then, he didn't want to submit so easily... he didn't even know this man, but then he needed that satisfaction...

Damien hadn't earned any respect from him, but sheer need demanded that he submit.

Turning his head, his lips parted to suck the man through his jeans, glancing over at his Master from under half-closed eyes in a way that could be interpreted as either defiance, or a check to see that everything was alright.

He wasn't even sure what it meant himself any more.