[C] Alzare, Lino

The boy rummaged through the bag with as much care as someone would take in defusing a bomb. He didn't want to make hardly any noise, unaware at how heightened Zakhar's senses were.

He too had been experiencing heightened sense ever since he had been bitten, though he still questioned the reality of that memory.

Finally he found it, the flaky, cream filled pastry. With trembling, wanting hands he picked it up, quickly turning to make his way back towards the bathroom so he could lock himself away again.

"Fermarsi," he murmured softly.

He closed his book and moved to sit up, setting his book on the bedside table on top of the now empty bag.

"Girati."

Zakhar slung his legs over the side of the bed so he was sitting rather than lying, his hair sliding over his shoulders and settling over his chest.

"Inginocchiarsi."

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Stop

Turn around

Kneel

As if Zakhar's voice was a bolt of lightening, as soon as Lino heard it he jumped and then started running for the bathroom door.

It was just a few feet away, maybe he could make it!

Yeah, there would be repercussions, but he just wanted to eat a little snack.

That was all.

He didn't want to have to do anything for it.

Zakhar sighed softly.

He didn't bother with the door this time.

His arm banded around the boy's waist, pulling him back firmly against his bare body. There was nothing sexual about this touch so there was no worries of breaching the boy's request.

"Ho detto inginocchio," he growled softly, dragging the boy back towards the bed.

He forced him to kneel down again, dragging him down between his legs by his hair as he sat on the bed once more.

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I said kneel

Lino dropped the pastry when he was pulled back, crying out softly as the strong arms wrapped around him.

He could feel the man's body behind his own and it made his heartbeat pick up.

The boy tried to pull away, even though Zakhar had a good grip on his hair. He clawed at the inside of the mans thighs desperately trying to push himself back.

"M-Mi dispiace, io non lo prendo. Io non l'ho preso. Per favore, non farmi farlo di nuovo. Si prega di Zakhar!" He cried out, his cheeks flushed red.

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"I'm sorry, I won't take it. I shouldn't have taken it. Please don't make me do this again. Please Zakhar!"

"Non mi interessa che lo ha preso. Avevo lasciato lì per te." That wasn't the problem here. The problem was much different.

"Che cosa mi infastidisce è che non seguono gli ordini quando viene somministrato," he growled softly. It irked him greatly that Lino was being so disobedient.

"Vai a prendere la pasta e tornare qui." If he didn't do just what he was told then he wouldn't be sitting down comfortably for days.

Zakhar let go of the boy's hair.

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I don't care that you took it. I had left it there for you

What annoys me is that you do not follow orders when they are given

Go get the pastry and return here

Lino blubbered, still pushing away against the inside of the man's thighs.

"I-io non lo voglio più." He said quietly, squeezing his eyes shut. That was only partially a lie.

He was still very hungry but the thought of what he had to do next, what he knew was coming, was enough to make him lose his appetite.

"Io non sono il vostro animale domestico a ordinare solo in giro come questo, non importa quanto si tenta di farmi." He said quietly, bracing himself for what was coming next. His words were strong in comparison to the tone of his voice, which was scared sounding and weak.

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"I-I don't want it anymore."

"I'm not your pet to just order around like this, no matter how much you try to make me."

Zakhar chuckled lowly.

"Vedrete in un tempo che non è vero," he purred lowly, stroking the boy's curls gently. He'd become his good little Slave. There was no question about it.

His lips even out and he gave the boy a dead stare.

"Ti ho dato un ordine. Fai quello che ho ordinato."

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You will see in time that that is not true

I gave you an order. Do what I ordered

Lino scowled at Zakhar, hating the words he spoke. He tilted his head away from the petting, backing up just slightly.

He didn't want to give in and do what Zakhar asked, but there was something very commanding about his tone and expression, especially the second time he asked. In an effort of self preservation, Lino reached back and grabbed the pastry, returning back to nearly the same spot he was before.

He was back a little further his time though, not as close to Zakhar as he was before.

Zakhar just watched the boy as he moved.

He was learning slowly that it was best to just do what he had been told to do. Perhaps one day he'd live by that.

Do what he was told to do any nothing else.

Like everything else, it would take time to get to that point.

Zakhar ran a hand through his long dark hair.

Lino continued to sit there, but he looked down at the carpet rather then up at Zakhar.

His hands cradled the pastry, and he longed to take a savory bite out of it and let it fill his empty stomach.

But he didn't.

He just sat there, feeling breathless, waiting for what was to happen next. He hated waiting but underneath Zakhar's control it was all he could do.

Zakhar gave a soft sigh as he watched Lino stare down at the pastry in his hand.

He was less than amused with the boy's lack of respect for him.

The man stepped forwards slowly, purposefully keeping his gaze locked on the boy's face.

"Quando do gli ordini, mi aspetto che da seguire." His voice was low, quiet. Dangerous though it showed nothing of his hidden annoyance.

His hand fisted in the boy's hair, dragging him to kneel at his feet.

"Inginocchiarsi," he repeated in the same low tone.

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When I give orders, I expect them to be followed

Kneel

Lino grinded his teeth when he felt Zakhar take hold of his hair. Obediently he knelt down. He knew that the Russian man would win every time, and his will to fight was fading quickly since they had met.

He still didn't understand what was happening. All he knew that Zakhar was a creature opening an entire new world to the young man. A world where lycans existed, where men could live forever, and where someone would totally belong to another.

The thought had entered Lino's young mind that Zakhar was a punishment sent from God. It was all he could make sense of. His mother was an extremely religious person, and raised Lino to be the same.

His faith in a deity was certain, and because of that he felt the deity was allowing this to happen to him. It must have been because of the way he abandoned his family. This was retribution.

He looked up to glare at Zakhar, his silver blue eyes full of hate.

"Bravo ragazzo," he purred softly, stroking the boy's hair gently.

The more Lino behaved the better he would be treated.

Zakhar crouched in front of the boy, coaxing his head up with a gentle finger under his chin. He stroked one cheek gently, leaning forwards to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Si può mangiare."

The Russian man stepped back away from the boy and moved to take a seat on the bed.

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Good boy

You may eat.

Lino's brow furrowed at Zakhar's reaction.

He winced back from the kiss but found himself relaxing just a little. He watched Zakhar take his seat on the bed before looking back down at the food.

Bringing it to his lips the young man took little bites, chewing slowly and savoring it. He remembered the first time Zakhar had gotten him food and how quickly he had eaten it. This time he was going to make it last.

Zakhar's lips curled upwards a little.

Perhaps he had been going about trying to train him the wrong way. Show the boy kindness rather than fierceness and he reacted better.

Positive reinforcement rather than stick and carrot method. He could do that.

The man picked up his book from the bedside table ad flicked through it until he found his page.

He'd leave the boy to finish his pastry uninterrupted.

Once Lino finished the food he glanced up at Zakhar to see he was reading his book again.

The boy's eyes were heavy, he was exhausted. He laid down on the floor right where he knelt, curling up a little as he tried to get some sleep.

He pulled his mp3 player out of his pocket and put the headphones in his ears, switching it on and hoping it would help him drift off faster.

The song randomly switched onto an instrumental guitar tune. It was a sad and slow melody, perfect for dreaming and sleeping. The chords and strings soothed the young mans heart as he listened, memories coming back to him of his childhood and how even though times were hard, it was all so simple back then.

Zakhar's eyes only flickered up when he heard the clink of plastic on plastic and the sound of soft music playing.

Lino looked so small curled up on the floor like that. So young and childish. He really was just a boy.

People so young fascinated him. They hadn't lived their life yet but they had so much stress put on them. They had to finish school - a useless notion in Zakhar's mind - think of their career path beyond that, find a job, find someone to be with.

So much for someone so young.

And they all seemed to cope with that.

zakhar pursed his lips slightly, eyes turning over the boy for a moment longer before turning back to his book. He'd let him sleep for now.

Minutes passed and Lino found himself falling into a light sleep. He was never that deep of a sleeper, and being with Zakhar only enhanced that. The pup didn't trust Zakhar, and even in his sleep he was wary of what the man would try to do, after what happened the first night.

The music on his mp3 kept playing, going to a song called "All the Places" by Amycanbe. Like most of Lino's music, it was a good song to listen to for relaxing and sleeping.

An hour passed in absolute silence before Zakhar moved.

He set his book down gently and sat up, brushing his long hair back out of his face before standing up.

The Russian knelt before the boy, stroking his curly hair from his face before picking him up.

He set him down on the bed, covering him with the blanket before moving away, sitting on one of the two armchairs in the room, opening his book again.

Lino stirred slightly when he was moved, but once his body felt the mattress, he relaxed again and curled up even more. He clung onto the sheets by the pillow, something he did often as he slept. He always had to be holding onto something.

When he woke up in the morning he was a bit dazed to find himself both in the bed but also still dressed. He let out a soft whimper at the discomfort the chastity device was causing him, his member having hardened up while he slept.

He rolled onto his back and looked around the room for Zakhar.

Zakhar was asleep in the armchair he had been in the night before, the book had fallen out of his hands and was resting on his chest.

Soft snores sounded from him as he shifted a little in the chair.

He'd read a lot of his book before finally dropping off to sleep in the early hours of the morning.

He'd wake up with a crick in his neck, feeling a little stiff, but otherwise he'd had a pleasant enough night.

Lino stared at Zakhar for a bit before getting out of bed. He inched a little closer to the man, just to make certain he was asleep.

When the teen was certain that Zakhar was still sleeping, he crept over toward the door to the hotel to try and sneak away, first stopping by the bathroom put his hoodie back on.

He turned the door handle to the hotel room slowly, his eyes darting back to see if Zakhar had awoken.

His snores quieted slowly as they always did when he was closer to waking up.

By the time he usually woke up, he was silent in his sleep. As he was now.

His eyes flickered behind their lids slightly as he roused from his slumber, waking to the sound of fabric sliding over skin.

Lino was awake and getting dressed.

Really?

Zakhar was getting more than a little annoyed at Lino attempting to escape so often.

The Lycan sat up, silver eye training on Lino as he turned around to see if he was still asleep.

"Dove stai andando?" His voice wasn't harsh or angry. He was just asking a question.

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where are you going?

Lino nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Zakhar's voice. His hand clenched onto the door handle tightly and his heart felt like it was beating much faster then normal.

He was surprised though, the Lycan didn't sound mad or threatening.

"F-fuori" He muttered honestly, still holding onto the door handle and not looking at the Russian man.

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"A-away"