[M] Behind closed doors

Steaming water spilled from the shower head above him, his hair was soaked sprawling freely down his back and hung around the side of his head, hiding him behind a veil of chestnut.

The Elven man was not upright; he was slightly bent over, his forearm pressed against the tiled wall. He rested his head upon the arm, trying to find a comfortable position within the confines of his personal shower.

Lycus could feel his heart pounding in his chest and hear the thumping in his ears, he was nervous, he had never done anything like this before, and the very notion had made him sneer dismissively a few days prior.

But still despite that there he stood with his body bent over and a lubricated vibrator in his grasp.

The Elf had already prepped himself with his fingers, which alone had left his cheeks blazing scarlet in embarrassment, he hadn't kept three fingers in there for long, and the painful stretching put him off.
He just hoped that he could accept this and keep it in for long enough for him to adjust.

The Elf was sick of being in pain whenever Aleksandr took him; he wanted to get past that as soon as possible.

As such he gingerly pressed the toy to his entrance, the tight muscles already pink, plump and irritated from the painful stretching prior.

His eyes slid shut and he took a deep breath before pushing it in slowly, gritting his teeth and groaning as the painful stretching flared up again.

He could do this, he had to do this, he couldn't be fragile forever, Aleksandr wouldn't keep doting on him like he had been, and he knew that the Lycan wanted to take him roughly and soon he would be penetrated with unrestrained ferocity.

His body trembled against the shower wall as he pushed the toy in further, slowly and gently until he had taken all of it in.

Lycus whimpered as his body strained against the silicon inside of him.

He stood there for a few moments, the toy peeking out of his now rosy backside.

With a shuddered breath he grasped onto it and began to move it, slowly thrusting it in and out of himself, rocking his hips against the toy hesitantly before accidentally hitting the small switch on the end turning on the vibrations to full strength which coursed through him, making him cry out loudly, biting into the flesh of his arm harshly, the sudden rush of sensation had him reeling and disorientated.

The noise echoed in his bathroom, he could hear the mix pain and pleasure in his own voice and he tried to silence himself before someone heard him.

Alek leaned back in the large leather desk chair, arms stretching above his head.

He had been hunching over the computer for hours, searching all manner of things that most people would have been shocked to see him look at.

Most of those things were websites that specialised in toys.

Others... Well, if anyone asked why his waste basket had tissues in it, he'd be telling them he had a little bit of a cold that day.

His head tilted up slightly when he heard the shower on the other side of the wall. Lycus was showering. Lycus was stood a few feet away from him completely naked and dripping wet.

His tongue ran over his lower lip.

Alek's brows furrowed a little when he hard a loud cry.

What the Hell was that? He hadn't know Lycus to make any noises like that before.

Now he was extremely curious and maybe even a little worried.

He pushed away from his desk and padded across his room. He wore nothing, as per usual when he spent the day alone in his room. And he didn't both dressing to walk a few feet down the hall.

So when he opened the Elf's bathroom door, he was wearing nothing but his rosary beads. A brow hitched up at the sight that greeted him; something else on his anatomy rising at the sight also.

He didn't know what he had expected but this definitely wasn't it.

Had Lycus noticed him? If he hadn't, he'd just stand and watch for a moment. Watching the Elf pleasure himself was something he didn't want to pass up.

Over the buzzing of the toy inside of him Lycus hadn't heard the man enter the bathroom, he was certain that despite the noise no one would just walk into his room.

He stood their hunched over, his flushed backside in full view of the Lycan as he leaned against the wall.

The Elf's hand clawed against the tiles as he panted loudly, a string of soft curses flowing from his mouth as he reached around blindly to turn down the vibrations.

"Holy Hell..."

He muttered as he heaved a relieved sigh, that had been a bit too much of a shock for his liking.

With slow steady breaths he slowly began thrusting the toy into himself, his pink ring gliding against it, straining as it tried to adjust to fit such and intrusion.

Holy Hell indeed.

That sight was absolutely beautiful.

His tongue laved over his lower lip slowly as he watched the man begin to thrust the toy inside of him, silver eyes flickering over each twitch the man made.

His hand slid down his muscular stomach to stroke his hardened flesh slowly.

Alek made sure not to keep himself in check. He didn't want to make any noise and alert the Elf to his presence. Not yet, at least.

The Elf's hand moved to press up against his pelvis, he felt too full, the silicon was so rigid and straight, pushing deep into him but the intrusion felt more unnatural than having Aleksandr's hardened flesh inside of him.

The Lycan's member had a smooth curve to it which contoured to his body, pushing up in him on a much better angle.

Lycus bit his lip and shut his eyes tightly as he groaned hoarsely, he didn't want to think about that right now, he just wanted to train his body to be able to do this without him having to deal with a lot of unnecessary pain.

His hand slid lower as he stood hunched over, wrapping around his throbbing member and stroking it slowly as he moved the toy in time with his other hand.

Alek bit his lip harshly to stop himself from responding to the hoarse groan with one of his own.

He wanted to bend Lycus over the edge of the bathtub and take him right here and now. But he knew Lycus wouldn't like that. He'd lash out and force him to leave; erect that damned barrier.

Ah. He'd have to speak to Belial soon.

Slowly he stepped forwards, being careful to not make any noise as his feet touched the tiled floor.

Now was a good a time as any to reveal himself. Perhaps a miracle would happen and he wouldn't push him away or freak out.

Alek reached out to turn the vibrations to high again, carefully avoiding all skin contact for the moment, still staying as silent as he could to avoid the Elf realising he was there.

The Elf cried out loudly, covering his mouth with his hand as the strong vibrations rippled through his body, he cursed and reached back, turning the vibrations down again as he stood stumped over against the wall panting.

"What the hel- Alek!?"

He had started talking to himself as he pushed his hair out of his face, that's when he looked up and saw the Lycan standing behind him, completely naked with his erect member in his hand.

In shock the Elf stood up straight, his eyes rolling back as the vibrator moved inside of him, pushing up higher, baring down on his prostate.

The man back up against the tiled wall, trying to cover his exposed backside, how long had he been standing there? There was no way in Hell he hadn't seen what he was doing.

If Lycus wasn't so sure footed he would've slipped over in surprise but instead his legs were wide apart, holding him up and stopping him from falling.

"Get out, what are you doing in here!?"

His lips curled into a smirk when Lycus cried out.

He wasn't disappointed with that rather beautiful reaction.

"In the flesh," he replied. Or rather, holding the flesh would be a more accurate phrase. His hand slid away from his member to settle against his thigh.

A brow arched and he gave a low chuckle as the Elf stood straight and his reaction to the vibrations shifting inside of him. Lycus really had wonderful reactions to pleasure.

He wanted to see more of those such reactions in the future.

"Do you want me to leave or answer your question?" he asked with a little smirk as he leaned over the edge of the bath to bring himself closer to the flustered Elf.

"Just get out."

He muttered between panted breaths, a dark dusting of red spreading across his cheeks, he got caught doing one of the things he never wanted Aleksandr seeing him doing.

Gently he pulled out the vibrator and discarded it, unable to hold out a small groan as he did so.

Suddenly feeling quite exposed he shut off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist to hide his current state from view.

Alek gave a low chuckle and took a step back when Lycus moved.

"Do you really want me to leave," he drawled, stepping forwards when the Elf stepped out of the shower.

His hand gripped the Elf's arousal through the towel, massaging it firmly.

"When you're like this and I can help?"

His lips curled into a dark smirk as he pressed his body against Lycus'.

"Or are you just saying it because your pride tells you that you shouldn't let anyone see you bent over fucking yourself with a toy?"

The blush on his cheek darkened as the man spoke and grabbed him through the towel.

"I am more than capable of taking care of that myself."

He replied, his eye narrowing slightly, he let the man claim him but that didn't mean he could just walk into his room when ever he wanted to watch him shower and grope him.

Those last few words made him go rigid, he had done this for Aleksandr and the man was teasing him about it, it left quite a bitter taste in his mouth.

"I'm saying it because you can't just come in here when ever you want."

"I never insinuated you were incapable. I was merely offering you a hand. Or a mouth. Perhaps even an ass."

His silver eyes flashed in dark amusement as he smirked up at the Elf.

He was more than happy to give all three to aid in Lycus relieving himself of his growling problem.

Lycus hadn't pushed his hand away so he had continued to massage him through the towel.

"I can. It's physically possible; as I have proved. It just isn't socially acceptable for me to do so."

Aleksandr was being even more annoying than usual, he didn't know what had gotten into the man but he didn't like it.

"Stop that."

He replied batting the man's hand away from his crotch, the last thing he needed was to be worked up more than he already was.

"I don't need any of that, I was perfectly content taking care of myself in private."

Lycus was annoyed with him, he was growing impatient with people making sexual advances on him.

The Elf moved away from him and padded back into his bedroom, drying himself off.

He chuckled again, allowing his hand to fall to his side once again.

Lycus wasn't amused and that amused the Lycanto incredible degrees. He getting a rise out of the Elf.

"Being content and being sated are two different things," he pointed out, following after the man as he moved into the next room.

"I could sate you. If I left you to your own devices-" he let a low chuckle slip here "then I doubt you'd end up sated. You'd just want more, yes?"

He leant against the wall, watching Lycus with a smirk.

He shot the Lycan a glare over his shoulder as he removed his towel and began drying off his long chestnut hair which clung damply to his back and ended just below his tailbone, the damp ends flowing over his backside.

Lycus didn't bother trying to hide his body, only his arousal, Aleksandr had seen him naked many times now and his body was not something to be ashamed of, the Elf was beautiful.

"If I want more then I will give myself more and if I had wanted you I would've come to you."

He replied, Aleksandr was full of himself, thinking he could just waltz right in and expect the Elf to throw himself at him simply because he had been playing with himself.

Though inwardly he had to admit that when he was away from the Lycan for an extended period of time he found it hard to concentrate on much else, his mind would wander to thoughts of the man, more often than not leaving him hard and yearning.

"Now, y'see, if anyone else had said that, I might have possibly believed them."

He raised a hand to push his hair back from his face as he grinned at the Elf. "But not you. Never you in that particular scene."

"You would much rather castrate yourself than admit that you want sex with me when I haven't backed you in a cornet like I've had to do every time you've confessed that you want me." There's always been a corner; always a reason that he had said it.

Alek's eyes slid shut and he shifted his shoulders until he was comfortable leaning against the wall.

"Wouldn't you love to feel my tongue against you? Trailing over your skin, tracing each curve of your stomach and chest. I'd take care of you; lick and suck you until you're writhing on the bed as you release into my mouth. And then I'd move on. My tongue against your sore entrance would shake you to the core. You'd moan out for me, fist your hands in my hair. My tongue would soothe the sore flesh and pleasure you at the same time. I wouldn't let up until you were writhing beneath me again, crying out for me, for more."

His eyes flickered open again to gauge Lycus' reaction.

The Elf's ears perked up as Aleksandr started describing what he would do to him, the Lycan knew him well enough, he knew that his pride and dignity stopped him from acting on impulse and doing what he desired.

But those words, they shot right through him sparking his yearning, fate was unkind, why was it that the one man he obsessed over, the one that kept him up at all hours of the night, was the one man who could bring him to his knees on command.

When Aleksandr's eyes opened he would've seen Lycus right in front of him, their bodies almost touching as he looked down at him.

He was an old Elf, he could move in complete silence and Aleksandr couldn't smell him.

Leaning down he captured the Lycan's lips, kissing him deeply as he pushed him up against the wall, his hands weaving through the man's hair.

Alek barely had time to give a triumphant smirk before he was being kissed.

His arms slid around the Elf as he leaned up to really push himself into the kiss, his own hands fisting in the Elf's chestnut hair.

He nipped the Elf's lower lip gently before pushing him, wresting him so Lycus was the one pushed against the wall. This was the position that he wanted to be in. Being dominated by Lycus was fun, but dominating him was even more fun.

Alek kissed the man eagerly, the force of the kisses pushing the Elf's head back against the wall.

His hands slid over Lycus' sides and thighs, nails scraping gently.

He did put up a struggle as he was wrestled against the wall but calmed down as he was pressed up against it, he wasn't going to force Aleksandr away from him, not this time.

They were doing this purely because he wanted to, not out of spite or because he had been caught and practically forced into submission.

He had been playing with himself in order to make this more enjoyable now that his fate was sealed, though at the moment he wasn't wearing a collar so he was free to act as he pleased.

He groaned in against the kiss as his head was forced back, the feeling of nails against his skin sending a soft shiver through him as he brought his leg up, pressing it between Aleksandr's legs and grinding it up against his balls and hardened flesh.

Alek moaned softly as he ground against the Elf's leg.

He bit the Elf's lip, sucking on his softly as he reciprocated by letting his hand slide between them, gripping and massaging the Elf's balls, ignoring his hardened flesh for the moment.

He kissed down Lycus' neck slowly, tongue lapping out over his skin to taste it.

The Lycan wouldn't force Lycus away or made him submit for now. At the moment there wasn't any form of makeshift collar on either of them. They were equals until one of them tried to do something to change those odds.

The Elf gave a soft man as his neck was kissed and licked, the man's saliva cooled on his warm skin, causing goosebumps to rise over his pale skin.

This felt too good to stop now, he didn't feel right unless Aleksandr was close, no matter how much he may resent or defy him during sessions he still needed him, he needed to be close to him in every way possible.

And right now his mind felt clearer than it had for days. His own lips descended onto the Lycan's shoulder, trailing kisses up towards his neck before nipping at the skin sharply.

He purred softly when Lycus' teeth sank into the flesh of his neck.

His teeth grazed gently over the Elf's skin, idly debating where he would put his first mark. Somewhere obvious? Somewhere only he would be able to see and know about?

Alek pulled Lycus back from against the wall and guided him over to lay across the bed.

The Lycan crawled up onto the large bed after the Elf, looking very much like a predator stalking his prey as his silver eyes gleamed with dangerous promises of addictive touches and lustful cries.

Earlier Aleksandr had described so much and as he lay out on the bed he couldn't help but imagine what he was going to do to him, the various thoughts running through his head making him purr.

He watched the Lycan warily, he always looked so much more animalistic when he moved like that, the Elf could almost see the man's inner Wolf coming to the surface, commanding obedience and fear with his mere presence, a true Alpha.

The way his eyes gleamed made Lycus squirm slightly, he was afraid and intrigued, being with Aleksandr was dangerous but that's what made it so exciting, a man who could have almost anyone he wanted, had claimed him.

Alek bowed his head slightly, lips feathering over Lycus' as he whispered in a low animalistic growl. "Spread your legs and touch yourself. I want to see you touch yourself for me."

His tongue flickered out to trace the Elf's lips slowly before he pulled back again.

The man moved to sit a few feet away so he could watch everything the Elf did to himself at his command.

His lips were curled into a half-smile and his eyes were dark with need.

That growl sent sparks coursing through his body like Aleksandr was not just commanding him, but something else, some unconscious part of him.

"Didn't you get enough of a show in the bathroom?"

He asked, his legs pressing together as he looked over the man as he sat and watched him.

Lycus felt exposed and vulnerable but he wasn't Aleksandr's Slave, he didn't have to do everything he demanded.