[M] How Could Anything Go Wrong?

He purred softly when Lycus kissed his neck over and over. The gentle brushes of lips against his aching skin were nice.

Alek gave soft moans and hisses as the clamps were removed from his nipples.

He shifted a little, still feeling the metal inside of him. He had thought Lycus would remove that with the clamps and the rest of the equipment. Apparently not.

The Lycan returned Lycus' kiss eagerly, pressing forwards against the Elf's body.

"I'm almost glad that I accepted you offer and begged, the prize far outweighs the sacrifice."

He muttered softly against the man's lips before kissing him again, pushing up against him until he was pressed firmly against the wall.

For a man who was never known for kissing his lovers he openly gave them to Aleksandr, that's how he knew the depth of his obsession, he had to claim the man with every ounce of his being.

Glad I can please you, he thought with an internal smirk.

The more he pleased him, the more he'd come back to him. He could get him with very little effort if he liked being with him.

Alek returned the kisses eagerly, pressing forwards against Ly as he pressed him back against the wall.

They were so close to each other, but the gentle rubbing of Ly's body isn't what he wanted. He wanted to feel him inside him, his hands on his thighs with a bruising grip, teeth embedded into his skin.

"Please, Sir," he whimpered softly.

"You're very needy, how did you survive all those years without laying with anyone?
Perhaps we can make up for lost time."

Aleksandr seemed like a highly sexual creature right now, so at home in this dungeon of perversion.

His hands slid down the man's leg to unbind his ankles, lifting his legs to hitch them over his hip.

Lycus' fingers stroked over the plug, twisting it sharply before swiftly pulling it out.

How had he survived?

Without thinking about it, he guessed. If he didn't think about sex he didn't feel the need to have it. that had kept him abstinent for half a millennia.

His ankles crossed as he tightened his legs around Lycus' waist. He tugged at the shackles around his wrists a little. He wanted to fist his hands in Lycus' hair; tug on it as he was being fucked.

The Lycan's back arched a little and his head tilted back to press against the wall as the plug was pulled out of him. He gave a soft moan.

He felt empty again.

He smirked softly as the legs tightened around him and Aleksandr tugged on the bindings on his wrists.

"Give me a good reason why I should free you arms."

He challenged just as the Lycan had once done to him, he wanted to hear the man's answer.

Lycus shifted beneath him, placing his arousal at Aleksandr's entrance and ground against him.

"I want to be closer to you, Sir."

If his hands were free, he'd be able to grasp at Lycus' hair and pull him closer.

He could kiss, him, tug at his hair, pull him to his neck so he could abuse the marks already there and make more.

Alek bit his lip when he felt the Elf's arousal at his entrance.

"Please," he breathed, pressing his hips downwards.

To be closer to you...
That answer surprised him, he never would've thought he would hear such words from Aleksandr, a man who had resented him for so long.

"Alright then."

He reached up and unshackled his hands, pressing the man against the wall as the Elf pushed himself into him slowly with a low groan.

It felt so good to have some feeling of his own after pleasuring Aleksandr for so long.

He groaned when he felt Lycus push into his slowly.

He rubbed at his wrists a little before clinging to Lycus's shoulders, legs tightening around his waist to get some leverage so he could thrust down against him faster.

Alek groaned softly in Lycus' ear as he leaned forwards, pressing closer to the man. His hips rocked against the Elf's hips in a hard, fast pace.

He wanted this. He wanted it so much. He just couldn't lie back and let Lycus set the pace at the moment.

His lips pressed against the Elf's neck gently, tongue lapping out to taste his skin.

He gasped softly as the Lycan groaned in his ear, followed by a low moan as he begun thrusting his hips against him.

Lycus couldn't muster the will power to be mad about the man bring more assertive, he wanted this just as badly, watching the Lycan come over and over again had him yearning for him, he wanted everything Aleksandr had to offer.

A shiver ran down his spine as his neck was licked and kissed, he wanted more than this, so much more.

The Elf moved, grasping onto the large Lycan awkwardly as he forced him to the floor, pressing down against him, roughly thrusting his hips with him.

Alek clung to Lycus when they pulled away from the wall.

He stayed still, legs tightening around the Elf's hips a little as Lycus moved.

His back arched a little when he was forced to the floor, hips beginning rocking against the Elf's once more.

The Lycan's head tilted back, baring his scarred throat for the man as his hands fisted tightly in his hair, pulling his head down so he could feel his lips against his throat.

His tongue lapped over the scarred skin, his neck hadn't been this way when he had owned him,though these scars were obviously quite old, he didn't mind them.

Then he tongue lapped over the new marks, his marks, soothing them with his mouth before biting down on them again, tearing open the skin once more and purring as the hot blood rushed down his throat.

He loved this, this one claiming act which marked the man as his own.

His hips moved more demandingly, pounding into the  man roughly as his hands bundled into the Lycan's hair.

Alek purred when his neck was torn open again.

By all rights he should be terrified of people near his throat. The large scar on his neck came form a very large and very dangerous injury. He could have died from it. He was very close to dying from it.

But he just loved the feeling of teeth in his throat, tearing through flesh.

Alek tugged sharply on Lycus' hair.

He bit into the Lycan's neck once more, biting over a previous wound and tearing it open with a satisfied purr before pulling away when his hair was tugged.

Lycus looked down at Aleksandr, his icy blue eyes shining in lust as blood stained his lips.

It was strange finding an Elf with such an attraction to blood, but everything about the man allured him, blood included.

"I want you."

He purred the words as his hips moved harder and faster, the two mens bodies moving together in a brutal battle of attraction and desire.

His brows drew together a little.

He wanted him?

"What more of me could you possibly have?" Lycus had his body and his mind. Alek wanted him like he hadn't wanted anyone else in the past fifteen hundred years. Lycus was the only one Alek looked at with the intent of wanting them in his bed..

What more could the Elf have from him?

He shook his head softly, Aleksandr didn't understand what he had meant.
Their claim on one another was as fleeting as his marks on Aleksandr's neck, there was nothing stopping the Lycan from taking a bitch when ever he wanted.

There were so few people who would reject a man like him.

Lycus didn't just want his mind and body, he wanted him, all of him, but when he thought about it, they knew very little about one another.

"Never mind."

He replied, capturing the Lycan's lips once again, kissing him passionately.

Alek didn't dwell on what the Elf was keeping from him.

He was too preoccupied with tasting blood in his mouth. His own blood. Alek purred and returned the kiss eagerly.

He pulled back a little, grinned at Lycus then pushed, switching their positions so Alek was on top of Lycus.

"I want to take care of you, Sir," he purred softly in Lycus' ear, tongue swiping over it gently as he moved to sink down onto the man's arousal, hands resting on his flat stomach as his hips began to rock slowly.

He'd probably get a bollocking for this but he wanted to see Lycus' expression being overcome with pleasure as he rode him.

He growled as their positions were switched, he was meant to be in charge for this session, not him.

"Aleksandr get off of m-"

His sentence was cut sort as the Lycan began to thrust himself onto his arousal and he found himself moaning loudly.

Feeling the weight of the man on top of him, as his body pushing down again him, it felt amazing.

A shiver ran down his spine as the tongue swiped over his sensitive ears, Lycus placed his hands on Aleksandr's hips, guiding him slightly to feel as though he was still in charge.

He wasn't fighting back? Now that was a shock.

Oh well, he would enjoy this while he could. He was somewhat in control here, though he was still playing the submissive partner. It was possible for someone to be the submissive partner and have control

Alek leaned down to kiss the older man softly, lips barely feathering against the Elf's as his hips continued to thrust against him.

His thrusts were slow bot deep.

He kissed the man back just as gently, his hands moving to grasp his thick locks as he held him slightly closer for a minute.

Their pace had drastically changed, they had been so hard and fast now this gentle and tender.

It was strange considering how rough Aleksandr had wanted it moments before.
"Is this all you have to offer?"

He asked sternly, the emotions and thoughts from a moment ago now abandoned.

His lips curled upwards.

"No, Sir."

Immediately his pace sped up, hips thrusting harder and faster against the Elf's. His nails scraped against his chest a little before he reached for his hands, one hand guiding one of Lycus' to his backside while the other guided the other up to his chest, to a nipple.

His own fingers curled around his nipple, pinching it and twisting it so harshly that he gasped out, back arching a little into the touch.

His gaze turned down to the Elf.

"Make me hurt."

The Elf groaned out when the rougher pace started, this was what he wanted, demanding and brutal, completely claiming one another.

He writhed beneath the man happily until he heard the three other words.
Make me hurt.
The Lycan was telling him what to do and that did not sit well with him, submissives did not tell their dominants what to do.

He twisted the nipple brutally, more so than was needed and pushed the man back until he was laying on top of him once again.

"Do not order me around Aleksandr."

Alek gave a gasping moan when his nipple was twisted harshly.

His back collided with the floor with a low thump and his back arched a little, chest pressing up against the man's fingers.

His eyes flickered open suddenly, though, when he heard what Lycus had said.

Fuck. He had gone out of line again.

"I'm sorry, Sir. It was a request, not an order."

He hadn't meant to make it sound like an order.

"You never were a very good Slave, always over stepping boundaries without regard for authority.

Since I have you for as long as I want I should teach you a lesson. On your feet."

He ordered, pulling out of the man and standing up, grabbing him by the elbow and hoisting him up as well.

Lycus guided him over to them middle of the room and bound his wrists, looping the rope over a hook on the roof and pulling it until it was taut.

The Elf grabbed a vibrator and pushed it inside of the Lycan as well as placing a pulsating cock ring onto him.

"Now take some time to think about you're behaviour, I'll be back for you shortly."
He mutter and headed for the door.

He always had done that. It was a hard habit to shake once you had gotten into it.

Perhaps allowing himself to be Lycus' Slave for one Session would have been better if he had some semblance of knowledge on being a proper Slave. He was disobedient by nature, much more suited to a more dominant role than s Slave.

Aleksandr stood obediently when he was ordered to.

When his wrists were bound and hoisted up, he was just glad that Lycus had allowed him to stand with both feet on the floor. It would have been much more uncomfortable if he had been forced onto the tips of his toes.

His eyes slid shut and he groaned when the toys were set upon him. Fuck. That felt so good.

Shortly? When was shorty? An hour? Two? More?