[M] How Could Anything Go Wrong?

The Lycan stretched out on the large black leather sofa behind the partition wall in his room, an open book resting on his stomach and a bottle of brandy complete with his usual crystal glass resting on the floor.

He wore nothing in the way of clothing. Today he had decided that everything could wait for another day; he just wanted to lay in his room and do nothing today. A lazy day.

He hadn't even bothered to get dressed.

Aleksandr's lips curled upwards as he nuzzled into the comfortable leather of his sofa, purring softly.

Today was definitely going to be a good day. Just him, his book and a good drink. How could anything go wrong?

Lycus had spent a week in his bedroom and the forest waiting for the soreness in his body to fade and the marks on his skin to heal.

Now he look good as new, except some of the deeper bite marks which were still only just visible if you were staring directly at them.

He walked the small distance from his bedroom door to Aleksandr's, having the man so close was coming in handy.

Lycus knocked on the door, a small smile curling at his lips, he had been looking forward to this all week.

"Come in," he called out, pawing at the ground in search of his glass.

His lips quirked and he lifted the half-full glass to his lips, taking a small sip as his eyes passed over the words printed on the page.

He was content lying here. Whoever it was could come to him with whatever news they had. Alek wasn't going to go to them, or even bother getting dressed for them. Today was his lazy day.

The Lycan set his glass down once again, hand sliding up to rest on his bare stomach, fingers tapping against his muscled abdomen idly.

Lycus opened the door and gazed around the room which seemed empty though he could sense the Wolf inside.

He shut the door gently and padded through the room without announcing himself, he could guess easily enough where Aleksandr was.

The Elf stepped behind the partition, his smile widening as his gaze fell on the completely naked Lycan.

"Hello Aleksandr."

There was an air of amusement in his voice, it seemed the Lycan rarely wore clothes when inside his room.

Lycus would be lying if he said he hadn't been excited to see him like this again, it had been quite a while since they last spoke after all.

Alek's eyes flickered up over the top of his book when Lycus spoke.

His lips quirked upwards.

He was somewhat surprised to see the Elf. It had been over a week since they had last seen each other. But he didn't feel the dread that used to fill him when Lycus appeared before him.

The two of them were on good terms at the moment. For the first time in a very long time.

"Good morning Lycus. Can I help you with something?"

His book snapped shut and he set it down next to the glass and bottle on the floor before motioning for the Elf to take a seat.

"Actually, yes you can."
He replied, walking over and sitting beside him, it felt strange being like this with Aleksandr, not bad, just different.

They had come to an understanding and made peace, it felt as though the Lycan really was on the same level as he was.

"Last time we...saw one another, you made a deal with me and I've come to collect my end of our little bargain."

He hadn't been touched, or touched himself since they last lay together, for the most part he had been too sore but after that he wanted to wait until he could have Aleksandr's body once again.

He liked the fact that they were equals now.

No bad blood between them. All had been forgiven. Now they were just two men trying to get the same thing.

Alek's lips curled upwards into a little smirk.

He was collecting his Session so soon?

"Is now the time to get on my knees and start calling you Sir?" he asked with a low chuckle. He had promised this Session; he wouldn't fight against it.

Aleksandr's smirk mirrored his own, they both knew what this entailed, the Lycan was going to submit to him until he was ready to let him go.

Leaning over Lycus grasped the back of the man's hair and pulled him in for a kiss, his lips demandingly claiming Alek's.

"Yes, I think so."

He responded as he rose to his feet and let his hand stroke through the man's hair.

Alek was extremely curious.

How long would Lycus keep him? Hours? Days? Weeks?

No matter how long the Session was, he was looking forwards to it. There was no way he could deny looking forwards to this Session.

He returned the kiss eagerly, his own hands fisting in Lycus' light brown hair.

The Lycan downed the last of his brandy, setting the empty glass down before moving to kneel at the Elf's feet.

"And so the Session begins, Sir."

"On your feet, follow me."

He ordered as he looked down at the man, the hand that was stroking through his hair giving it a sharp tug before turning around and walking towards the door.

He knew Aleksandr wouldn't care if anyone saw him walking around naked, more Lycans didn't care, but he got satisfaction from it know Aleksandr had made him do the same thing.

Lycus led him through the mansion and down the stairs that went to the basement, taking him into the dungeon.

He shut the door behind Aleksandr and locked it, no one would be disturbing them.

"Kneel, eyes on the floor."
He said calm but sternly as he went to the wall to gather up a few things.

He couldn't stop the grin from pulling at his lips even if he tried to do so.

Hearing Lycus order him around and knowing that, for once, he would follow every order was amusing him greatly.

Alek followed behind Lycus silently. He didn't try to hide himself. He walked proudly, ignoring every set of eyes that fell on him as they walked through the mansion.

The Lycan dropped to his knees inside the dungeon as he was ordered, hands resting in his lap, eyes riveting to the floor.

It felt good to finally have a chance to take Aleksandr as he had always wanted to, knowing that what ever order he gave it would be followed.

Having the Lycan this obedient was a once in a life time experience and he planned on savoring it for a fair while.

The Elf returned from the wall and knelt down in front of the man, brushing his hair out of the way as he secured a collar around his neck, black leather with ornate steel clasps and detailing, Elven made, of course.

"I've been looking forward to this."

He muttered as his hand stroked over the Lycan's throat.

Alek watched the man silently as he knelt in front of him.

His lips were still quirked up into a little smirk and his silver eyes were shining brightly as he watched him.

Collar on. Now the Session really began.

Alek had been looking forwards to this, too. For the last week he had been wondering what Lycus had planned for the two of them.

His head tilted back a little when the Elf's fingers ran over his throat gently.

Leaning down his lips encased the flesh of the man's throat and bit down sharply on it, not enough to break the skin or mark him, was merely teasing him, tasting him, getting him ready for what he had planned.

His tongue lapped over the indented skin as his hands reach around the broad man and skillfully bound his arms, tying his wrists to the opposing elbow.

Lycus had been thinking about this constantly, he already knew exactly what he wanted to do with the man and was determined to complete everything he had mentally listed.

Alek groaned softly when the Elf's teeth sank into his flesh.

Silently he wished that Lycus would bite down harder; pierce his skin, mark him. Claim him.

He wanted to feel the man claim him; take him any way he wanted to.

But now he had that, he was being teased. In time he'd get what he wanted, but until then he'd be teased. He needed to be patient. The Lycan was quickly losing his patience.

His eyes slid shut when Lycus bound his arms behind his back.

Patient. Be patient and you'll get what you want, he prompted himself silently.

He purred as he got to his feet and circled around the man, eying his prize for enduring being dominated.

"I'm going to take my time with you, torture you slowly until you can't take it anymore."

The Elf muttered, his pale eyes gleaming happily, he couldn't wait to have the man beneath him, writhing and pleading to be taken.

He grabbed the binding on the man's arms and hoisted him to his feet leading him over to one of the spanking benched, pushing him down onto it and binding his legs, leaving his arms behind him.

"You might remember this old friend of yours."
He purred in against the Lycan's ear, nipping his earlobe before cracking the crop against the man's back.

Take his time with him.

That wasn't what he wanted to hear. He wanted Lycus to take him here and now. He could play around with him afterwards.

He got to his feet a little awkwardly when he was hoisted up, stumbling slightly as Lycus led him to one of the benches. Couldn't the Elf give him some warning before dragging him around?

Now that was far too much to ask.

His eyes slid shut again when Lycus' teeth scraped over the flesh of his earlobe.

He jerked with a little gasp when the crop met with his skin.

His lips quirked up slightly at the sound of Aleksandr's gasp, he wondered what other noises he would be able to pull from the man today.

Lycus bit down roughly, his dull teeth indenting the skin in the curve of his neck, the pressure just short of ripping open the skin, at the same time his crop can down again, cracking down harshly against his backside, causing a large red welt to appear on him.

He knew Alek liked to bleed, he would want his teeth tear him open, but he wouldn't, not yet, he would constantly leave the man on the edge of being satisfied and wanting more.

He groaned softly once again when Lycus' teeth sank into his skin and he felt the hot sting of a welt forming on his backside.

How cruel Lycus was. He was being cruel but not cruel enough.

No blood, no torn skin.

He felt the delicious burning of abused skin but he didn't feel the hot blood seeping from wounds and rolling over his skin.

"You're cruel," he murmured softly, biting his lip harsh enough to pierce the skin. It was a poor substitute for Ly's teeth but it would satisfy him for now.

A grin spread across his lips as the man's murmured words, yes he was, he was being cruel by not being cruel enough, the irony was amusing.

He tutted softly as the scent of blood swirled around them and he slowly moved to kneel in front of the man.

"Are you such a glutton for punishment that you'll resort to hurting yourself?"

He asked with an amused chuckled, leaning in to lap up the blood that streamed from his lip, sucking on it softly.

"Keep this up and I'll stop touching you all together, leave you down here alone for a while to cool down."

Of course he was.

He was a masochist. He loved feeling pain. If Lycus wasn't going to give him the pain that he craved, he'd resort of inflicting it himself.

His eyes slid shut and he gave a low groan as Lycus sucked on his lip gently.

"Cruel bastard," he sighed softly.

Of course Lycus would do something like that.

And of course it would work.

Alek settled down, eyes sliding shut.

His lips quirked up and he gave a soft chuckle, lapping the last of the blood away from the Lycan's lips.

"I am cruel, but you'll enjoy today, I promise you that as long as you behave."

He added, nipping sharply on the torn lip, causing the wound to reopen. He kissed the Lycan deeply, his blood coating both of their lips.

With a small purr he pulled away from the man.
"And once I am done with you, I promise you are going to be deliciously sore."

He purred lowly when Lycus nipped at his lip again.

The Lycan pressed forwards into the kiss eagerly, moaning at the taste of blood in his mouth. Finally something.

"I'm holding you to that promise."

If he wasn't as sore as he hoped he'd be, he'd show Lycus exactly how sore he wanted to be after the end of a Session.

"I have an infinite amount of time to fulfill that promise, so feel free to hold me to it."

He replied, licking the last of Aleksandr's blood off of his lips.

"It's a shame you heal so quickly, I'd like to see you covered in bruises and my bite marks for days to come.
You'll be pleased to know, some of yours still remain."

He replied, pushing off his jacket and pulling the collar of his shirt away from his neck, revealing the very faded teeth marks on his shoulder, the skin was only slightly discoloured and shiny, by tomorrow they would be gone.

Alek smirked.

Ah yes, this Session could last weeks if Lycus so wished it. Definitely long enough to make him deliciously sore.

He had high hopes for this Session.

He'd be disappointed if Lycus didn't live up to his expectations.

"I'm very pleased," he purred softly, eyes trained on the discoloured skin.