[C] Alzare, Lino

Zakhar sighed softly and shook his head, pushing himself out of the chair, placing the book down where he had been sat seconds before.

He walked forwards slowly, head still shaking.

Not today.

Lino wasn't going anywhere.

"Sit. Ordino la colazione presto." He had to remind himself to be patient with the boy.

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Sit. I am ordering breakfast soon.

As if on que, Lino's stomach rumbled. The light dinner he'd had the night before caused his body to crave food even more it seemed.

"si prega di Zakhar, lasciami andare ... trovare qualcun altro ...." He pleaded with a soft voice, still holding onto the door handle.

The Russian man seemed to be in a calmer state of mind, and Lino was hoping against odds that he could reason with him.

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"Zakhar please, let me go ... find someone else ...."

"Cosa ti spinge a me rifiuta costantemente?" the Lycan mused softly, stopping in front of the boy.

"Quando si potrebbe avere tutti qualcuno potrebbe mai bisogno se sei rimasto con me. Regali, sesso, nessun preoccupazioni finanziarie."

Zakhar couldnt understand it. If he was in this position, he'd take the offer. It sounded like such a good life. He'd get fed when he needed it, he'd get sex whenever he wanted it, he'd never have to worry about money because it'd all be taken care of by his Master.

"Cosa ti spinge a dire di no?"

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What drives you to constantly refuse me?

When you could have all someone could ever need if you stayed with me. Gifts, sex, no financial worries.

What drives you to say no?

Lino bit his lip and looked down. He wasn't sure if he should answer that question or not. He was scared of what Zakhar would do.

"Non voglio niente di tutto questo da voi." He said, his voice so soft it was nearly a whisper now.

All Lino wanted was to go home and be with his family. He wanted to taste his mothers home-cooking. He wanted to hug his family and tell them he was sorry for leaving. He wanted to see Penelope again and just hold her for hours and hours.

But now he was here with a man who was still very much a stranger to him, a violent man who could turn into a beast, who wanted to own him like a pet.

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"I don't want any of that from you."

Zakhar sighed softly.

"L'orgoglio è una cosa così pericolosa."

They could do so much if Lino laid down his pride and accepted the situation.

"Non voglio rinunciare a te, Lino." This was a challenge that had him gritting his teeth but it was an interesting enough challenge. Zakhar was determined to beat it.

He'd make Lino a good slave boy eventually.

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Pride is such a dangerous thing

I won't give up on you, Lino.

Without trying to a growl rumbled inside of Lino's chest at Zakhar's words. Ever since he had been bitten he had found he'd been more animalistic, and this was one of those times.

He let go of the door handle and made his way past Zakhar, heading back to the bed.

He laid down on it and pulled the covers over himself, curling up tightly in the fetal position.

His face was twisted in anger, his cheeks a little red and his eyes burning slightly.

He hated feeling so trapped.

Zakhar smiled a little as Lino walked past him back into the room.

He'd done that without a fight. Lino was slowly learning to take Zakhar's orders even if they annoyed him.

It would have been easy for Lino to storm out into the hallway.

"Si può scegliere quello che abbiamo per la prima colazione." Positive reinforcement. He had done something Zakhar wanted him to so he got to choose something for the day.

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You can choose what we have for breakfast

Lino said nothing at first, he just stared ahead at the wall.

"Non mi interessa." He finally said, his face still red from anger.

He tried to push away the thought that this was what the rest of his life would be like.

And apparently his life span had recently been lengthened.

What he could and couldn't believe was now a mystery to him.

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"I don't care."

Zakhar's lips pressed together a little.

He was being so difficult. This was his chance to decide something for himself and he was cutting off his own nose to spite his face.

He could get through this without getting angry.

"Ti piace cereali?"

Cereal was easy enough to get and not many people didn't like cereal.

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Do you like cereal?

"Sicuro." Lino said, closing his eyes.

Zakhar's patience and kindness only confused the young man more. He wondered when the Russian would snap and become violent again, or if this was just another way that Zakhar was trying to mess with him.

He wouldn't trust this man no matter how nice he was. He was still holding Lino against his will.

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"sure"

"Poi avremo cereali," he decided, pushing himself to his feet.

With a soft groan, the Rus stretched his arms above his head and attempted to crack his neck to remove the painful crick there.

Sleeping in a chair the night previous had been a bad decision.

He strolled across the room towards the phone sitting on the table next to the door. He looked a lot less pristine than he usually held himself. His shirt was creased and untucked, the thin white material stretched over his muscular back.

His black slacks rode low on his hips, leaving a thin sliver of pale skin visible between his shirt and the hem of his slacks. His long hair brushed against his back as he walked, knotted slightly.

Zakhar leant against the table and picked up the phone, silver eye falling on Lino as he called out for room service.

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Then we'll have cereal

Lino turned around and tried to get comfortable in the bed.

Whenever Zakhar picked up the phone or they were in public, it took the young Italian everything he had to not cry out for help.

He knew that wouldn't be smart, he had seen what Zakhar was capable of.

It was so surreal, to be so close to people who could try and help him and yet not be able to do anything about it.

Ever since he had seen the beast like creature that Zakhar could transform into, the boy's sense of reality was utterly fucked.

Part of him wondered if he was simply going insane.

Zakhar set down the phone when he was done.

He padded towards the chair and dumped himself in it, fingers running through his hair to untangle the knots.

His silver eye fell on Lino, staring at him hard for a moment before shaking his head and turning his gaze to the door.

He'd give the boy the day to rest before they moved on again.

Staying in one place for too long made Zakhar feel uncomfortable.

Lino swallowed as he felt Zakhar's stare on his back.  

The man only had one working eye and hit his gaze could sear right through Lino.

He tensed up and curled into himself even tighter.  

The device around his waist and member was uncomfortable but he wouldn't ask for it to be taken off no matter what.

He stood when a knock came at the door.

A few moments later he tossed a small box of cereal and a small carton of milk at the boy.

That'd keep him going for now.

Zakhar returned to his chair, opening up his own box and the plastic packaging inside, pouring some milk into the packaging before sipping from the carton.

Lino sat up and let the covers of the bed fall down around his waist.

He placed the bowel on his lap and opened up the carton of milk, gently pouring it over his cereal.

It was odd really, he was starving, his stomach was all in knots from hunger, and yet with Zakhar watching him he felt his appetite struggle.

Zakhar said he wanted Lino for company. So Lino thought maybe if he made himself very un-entertaining to be around, Zakhar may just let him go.

As such, he opted to not say a word while he ate his food. Not even a grazie.

Zakhar found himself reminding himself that Lino was just a boy. He still hadn't learnt that trying to fight fire with fire was useless.

He leaned back in his chair and sipped at his carton of milk.

Teenagers were so frustrating.

He finished his cereal silently and set the empty box and carton aside.

His eyes turned to the window and he pursed his lips.

It wasn't even close to midday yet. He had originally been planning to leave the hotel at sundown. But that was a long time away and he'd have to deal with Lino being a grumpy shit until then.

At least if they were walking, he could pour his attention into where they were going.

Once he finished his modest meal, Lino placed the garbage on the little end table by the bed. He didn't feel like getting up and walking to the trashcan. Not with that damn chastity device.

He then sunk back down into the covers and turned away from Zakhar. Normally by now the man would have forced him to give him a blowjob. That's what he had been doing the past week, every day.

The young man closed his eyes, he didn't want to think of having to wear that uncomfortable spider gag and have Zakhar's large arousal forced down his throat.

He still couldn't believe the things he had done since he met the Russian.

Zakhar leaned back in his chair, eyes clenching shut as he rubbed at his forehead. The longer he waited, the less thrilling the prospect of waiting until sunset was for him.

"Alzare," he ordered after ten minutes of silence.

They were going to leave now.

Zakhar stood and moved over to his bag, packing it quickly.

He wanted to head further south again.

He felt the need to be on the road.

Lino obeyed and got out of bed. He was relieved that for once, his mouth was given a break and he wasn't going to be forced to pleasure Zakhar.

He still didn't think of the man as his Master.

No, the man was his captor, and it would take more abuse for Lino to finally break that mindset and accept the Russian as his Master.

He tilted his head, silently ordering the boy to follow him as he slung the bag over his shoulder and headed towards the door.

He wanted to get as far as he could today.

A few towns at least. Maybe into a city. Cities always had something fun around.

Lino followed along behind Zakhar without much thought. His feet were sore but he pushed back the annoying pain and just trudged on. It's not as if he had much choice.

They passed through a few towns without stopping hardly at all.

Once they got to the outskirts of another city Lino finally spoke up.

"Dove siamo?" He asked, his voice still raspy from not being used enough.

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"Where are we?"

Zakhar shrugged.

He had no idea. He never had any idea where he was.

He just let his feet take him wherever they wanted to go. He never stopped to look at the name of the village, town or city he stayed in. Just ordered a hotel room and stayed there until he decided to move on.

He walked through the city slowly, looking at the sights and scouting out for a reasonable looking hotel.

Lino decided not to question Zakhar further and looked for a sign or some sort of indication as to where they were. If they kept up like this they may just cross the boarder of Italy. The thought scared Lino. He didn't want to leave the country with Zakhar.

After more walking he stopped following and leaned back against a wall, shifting his weight so that at least one of his feet didn't have any pressure on it.

"I miei piedi fanno male, possiamo smettere di camminare?" He grumbled, staring down at his feet.

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"My feet hurt, can we stop walking?"

Zakhar sighed heavily through his nose.

He turned a stormy silver glare over his shoulder at the boy. "Sto cercando un hotel. Smettere di lamentarsi," he snapped.

As much as he had hoped he could pull off positive reinforcement, he was quickly becoming annoyed at the teenagers...teenagerness. Kids these days were such a pain in the ass.

He should have found someone older.

But he had Lino now. He wasn't going to back down now. His pride was at stake here.

He could tame this boy.

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I am looking for a hotel. Stop complaining.