[M] Every wolf has its day

Lycus had been out in the forest all day, enjoying the sunshine and the fresh smell of the plants around him.

The man was quite formal but at heart he was still and Elf, he loved being amongst nature and he couldn't escape the call to be closer to the Earth.

He had abandoned his clothing quite some time ago, leaving it draped over a large rock in a clearing before transforming into a black and silver Civet, in certain light his silver patches almost reflected the colour of his icy blue eyes.

The creature had ventured over to the stream that ran throughout the woods at was currently perched on a rock in the middle of the water, his stomach pressed against it as he stared into the water, waiting for an unsuspecting fish to swim by for him to catch.

His long tail flicked softly as he concentrated on the water.

There was nothing Alek liked better than a good chase.

He had indulged in that for the entirety of the morning. he had found a good strong buck and chased it all morning, letting it run then following after it, knocking it around some to scare it then letting it go, just to repeat the process.

When it had gotten to the point that the deer just couldn't run any more, Alek had killed it and feasted.

And now his muzzle and chest was stained with blood and he wanted a nice long drink and some rest.

He paused as he approached the river. Was that a cat? No, it was too big to be a cat. The Lycan sniffed curiously at the air. He couldn't smell anything. An Elf. What Ef?

What Elves did he know of in the coven? Moe. Fabian. Lycus. He didn't know if Fabian or Lycus could transform...

He'd find out.

Alek stalked forwards slowly until his forepaws were at the very edge of the bank. He stayed low to the ground, staring at the cat's back silently for a few moments before pouncing at it.

Lycus had been so focused on catching his fish that he didn't hear the wolf creeping up behind him.

His paws stayed on the rock as his head ducked under the water, coming out with a fish caught between his teeth, thrashing about wildly as it tried to free itself.

The fish did get free because only a moment later the large wolf pounced on top of him, knocking him off of his feet.

Lycus managed to free himself from the Wolf's large clumsy paws, falling into the water, he stayed submerged until he reached the bank and scampered out, climbing up the nearest tree and looking down at the Lycan.

He knew who that was, Aleksandr, no Wolf was larger than he was.

The Civet hissed, his long tail coiling around the branch.

When the Elf escaped his grasp, he followed him out of the river.

He paused to shake himself off like a dog as Lycus darted up the tree.

Alek jumped up, pressing his paws against the trunk of the tree, trying to push himself up. The fur of Lycus' tail ticked his nose as he stretched, but he couldn't get high enough to react him.

Jumping would end up with him hitting his head on the branch so that was out of the question.

Alek gave a loud bark.

Now what?

A growl rumbled in the Civet's chest as the Wolf tried to reach him, as he stretched up Lycus reached down at scratched the Lycan's nose.

The Elf's eyes darted around, this tree wasn't close enough to any others for him to jump across too and as soon as Alek realized it was his he would try even harder to catch him.

He wanted to try and escape without exposing his identity. When Alek barked he saw an opportunity, Lycus quickly pounced down.

He landed on the top of the Wolf's head and scampered quickly down his back, jumping off of him and darting through tight gaps between rocks and plants until he reached a rabbits warren which he promptly darted down.

He sneezed when his nose was scratched. Ouch.

Little niggling pains like scratches always hurt the worst.

He growled in annoyance when Lycus jumped onto his head, turning quickly to try and grasp him by his tail as he darted down his back.

Alek gave chase when he fled across the ground, jumping when he reached the warren, snarling a little when the Civet managed to disappear down the hole before he could catch him.

The Lycan pawed at the ground, breaking it up and pushing it out of the way, his large paws digging deeper and faster than an average Wolf would be able to. This was another game of chase and he was determined to win it.

Lycus had a plan, it wasn't much of a plan but it was something.
He followed the tunnels down deep until he reached the small cavern where the rabbits slept, at which point he pounced on them, herding them all up the tunnel he had just climbed down.

This forced them to try and exit through where Aleksandr was currently digging, he hoped the rush of rabbits jumping at him in order to flee would distract him long enough for the Elf to dart out of one of the other tunnels.

Lycus chose the more distant tunnel and sprinted out of it, there was no point fleeing to the mansion, he had a better chance of escaping deeper into the forest where Aleksandr couldn't track his scent nor his foot steps.

As such the Civet ran, and continued to run, darting through tree, weaving through brushed and tight spaces in order to lose the Wolf as best he could when he realized what he had done.

He growled loudly, beating rabbits out of the way with his paws and muzzle.

Damn rabbits. Barely a morsel so no good for a meal and a pain in the ass right now while he was playing chase.

Alek continued to dig, completely destroying the warren and the ground around it until he found prints.

He sniffed at them. They didn't smell of anything. Elf.

The Lycan followed after the prints, speeding up the longer he followed them.

Lycus didn't need to look behind him, slowly the sound of heavy thudding grew closer and closer, Alek had found his tracks, he didn't have time to hide them and the soft sand was moist from the rain the day before, making is foot steps visible.

Mentally he cursed, none of the trees around him were tall enough to be able to dart up and out of Aleksandr's reach, the taller trees were deeper in the woods and with the Lycan's speed he doubted he would make it there in time.

He needed to slow him down because at this rate he would be caught.

Lycus ran as fast as he could in this form, darting along the ground. There was no point trying to hide his tracks now, the Lycan would be able to see him.

Even if it blew his cover he was going to escape. The trees branches leaned down towards Aleksandr, trying to block his path as the tall grass tried to wrap itself around his legs, anything to trip him up or slow him down.

Alek just barged through the trees and plants that tried to block his path.

Lycus wasn't concentrating on manipulating plants; his control was weaker. And he was bigger in this form. He could throw his weight around and cause more damage in this form. The branches snapped easily under his weight.

The Lycan pushed himself faster to catch up with Lycus.

He was now more determined to catch him than ever.

Alek pounced.

His plan and failed miserably, one moment he was running through the trees and the next he had been pushed off of his feet and lay pinned against the ground by the immense weigh of the giant Wolf.

The Civet hissed loudly and thrashed around trying to wiggle free enough to get out of the Lycan's grasp.

Even with his smaller size Lycus was unable to squirm away this time and instead his small claws scratched at Aleksandr's legs as he tried to crawl out unsuccessfully.

He had gathered that it was Lycus from the manipulation of plants.

No ordinary Elf could do that. It took centuries of practise to get to that point. He didn't know an Elf old enough to do that in these parts besides Lycus.

You're caught, he chuckled, silver eyes sparkling playfully.

His tongue lolled out, lapping out over the Civet's face.

The Civet turned around in the Lycan's hold to glare up at him, his icy eyes narrowing as Aleksandr lapped his tongue over his face.

Let go of me, Aleksandr.

He replied, clawing at the Wolf's arms once again, he didn't much like being held in place like this, not when the Lycan was so much bigger than he was, he was extremely vulnerable at the moment.

If Alek chose to it would take him little effort to literally tear the Elf's head off right now.

I don't want to.

He was quite happy standing here, savouring his victory over the Elf.

This would be fun and he was going to savour every moment of it. Every. Last. Moment.

I win this round.

Lycus was his.

The Elf's eyes widened slightly, he had almost forgotten their little war, after winning last round he hadn't paid it much mind other than continuing to work out and hone his skills.

That gave him even more reason to want to stay in this form, when he shifted back he would be naked and the Lycan would be able to see his progress all too clearly.

Lycus had gained quite a bit of muscle, he was much more defined and his body looked better than it ever had. He was proud of it, but he didn't want Aleksandr looking at him like that, with those victorious smug eyes with would brim with mirth.

He didn't respond but slowly his squirming and clawing stopped, this wasn't doing him any good.

The Lycan's tongue lolled over his face again.

Alek purred lowly.

I won. And now I get to claim my prize. He'd enjoy this. He was feeling... frisky. That was either a good or bad thing depending on what the victim of his playfulness wanted.

He nuzzled against Lycus' face.

Lycus tensed when Aleksandr mentioned claiming his prize, he was going to be very sore tomorrow, he knew that much already and the likelihood of his virginity staying intact was nil.

When the Lycan nuzzled up against him the Civet pulled away from him as much as he could, trying to get away from him but knowing that he would not be going very far at all.

You won out of chance, I would not be boasting so much if I were you.

He replied, it was not skill that led to the Wolf's victory, it was purely luck that he found the Elf out in the open and distracted.

I'll boast as much as I want, Lycus. I'm the one on top here.

He had won and he'd be happy to rub it into his face for as long as he could. Until Lycus next succeeded in dominating him.

Shift back. Now.

His voice held a power in it that it didn't usually. An order. An order that Lycus was better off obeying than not.

The sound of being ordered had him taken back, he was so used to being the one using that tone, not the one receiving it.

He had to face the fact that he had lost, there was no escaping this and any defiance he showed would be met with swift punishment.

Lycus could only imagine what Aleksandr had in mind for him if he tried to be disobedient.

His sharp icy eyes narrowed as he snarled up at the Lycan for a moment before shifting back into his Elven form, his eyes still locked onto Aleksandr's as his body changed back, growing larger beneath the wolf.

Lycus lay exposed against the grass, propped up on his elbows, his long chestnut hair draping over his body.

When he Elf shifted beneath him, Alek shifted, too; still pinning the man down.

"Good boy," he purred softly.

He leaned down to nip at the Elf's neck, sucking and biting until it left a dark mark on his pale skin.

"Up," he ordered, standing himself. "Hands behind your back. Keep them there."

The patronizing praise was met with a low growl sounding in the Elf's chest. There was nothing he could do to stop Aleksandr doing and calling him what he pleased, not without violating their agreement.

Lycus didn't offer his neck when Aleksandr bit at it, instead he simply looked away, gazing down at the grass beneath them, wondering how much of it, it would take to hold the Lycan down.
Too much, more than what he had at his disposal.

The Elf pushed himself onto his feet with a small grunt, placing his hands behind his back, his gaze looking back at the Lycan sternly.

Alek grinned widely, his sharp teeth glinting in the light of the sun.

He had won and Lycus was being obedient.

"Walk. We're going somewhere you quite enjoyed last time." Alek nudged Lycus' shoulder and walked forwards.

He walked purposefully through the forest, leading the Elf.

Lycus gritted his teeth, he could only imagine where they were going and the thought that first came to mind had him tensing.

This was definitely a day he was going to want to forget, though he walked forward as he was prompted, heading back out of the forest and towards the mansion. that sent a shudder through him.

"At least let me get my clothing." He muttered.

Already he was hating this, he knew Aleksandr wasn't going to allow him to gather his clothes, he would end up walking through the mansion completely naked, not something he was looking forward to.

"You don't need them."

Clothes were unnecessary where they were going.

Alek's lips curled upwards. "I want everyone to see what I now have." His hand collided with the Elf's backside with a harsh crack.

Alek walked through the house with a smirk on his face.

he didn't care who saw him naked.

A growl erupted from the Elf as the hand collided with his backside, he had been denied his clothes and now the Lycan was going to purposefully cause him embarrassment.

Instead he flicked his untied hair, the locks cascading down his body, concealing most of what he wanted covered.

"Your claim is only temporary, don't act as if you have tamed me."

Aleksandr didn't 'have' him, after this was over he would have absolutely no claim on him, that was the solace he was going to cling to.