Two Can Play

Title: Two Can Play

Author: Henrika (henrika_amanda@yahoo.se)

Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex, BDSM, and some violence.

Pairing: Viktor/Lucian, Lucian/Sonja, and vaguely Viktor/Kraven

Summary: Viktor is tired of being insulted by Lucian and decides to give the insolent Lycan a lesson in manners.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, and I’m making no money from this story.

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A/N: This story takes place before the war between the Vampires and Lycans actually started. Sonja is still alive, and Viktor doesn’t know of her relationship with Lucian.

Warnings: Slash, het, BDSM, graphic sex… the usual. :)

Chapter 2

Lucian woke up to the feeling of someone - or something - nuzzling his face. Disoriented at first, he wondered if Sonja had returned while he was asleep, but the scent - he quickly realized - was definitely not hers. He opened his eyes and the shock from what he saw made him cry out sharply, frightening his “visitor” which was nothing more than a goat that had somehow gotten inside the stables.

“Arrghhh!” Lucian scrambled away from the furry animal that had brought its muzzle uncomfortably close to his face and received a hurt look from the goat in return. The poor thing was probably just looking for something to eat.

Last night’s events returned to his memory. He had fallen asleep in this room, and he was still left in the stables. Lucian sat down on the floor and a chuckle escaped his lips. He turned his eyes back to the goat. “My wish has finally been granted, it seems! Viktor has shown his true self!”

He laughed at his own joke and imagined what the Vampire Lord would do if he’d heard it. He almost wished that that were the case. Viktor certainly needed to hear some more things about himself!

“I’m sorry, my little friend,” the Lycan said, addressing the goat. “It was wicked of me to compare you to Viktor!”

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Despite repeated attempts, the Elder could not get Lucian off his mind. He soon had to confess that the young Lycan was indeed the one he desired at the moment. Kraven had tried to avoid him as much as possible since the rather awkward revelation in the dojo not long ago, and that suited Viktor perfectly. He could see the hurt, rejected look in the boy’s eyes whenever their gazes met, but it did not concern him. He didn’t need the young vampire fawning over him. Viktor did not want to become yet another one of Kraven’s “conquests”. He had enough of those already.

Lucian, on the other hand, was now on the Elder’s own list of conquests. The unruly Lycan also needed a lesson in manners, and Viktor was determined to give him one. He had to have Lucian. He just had to…

At times the urge was so strong that he simply considered searching out the Lycan and dragging the animal to his chambers by force. At other times he wondered what he hell he was really thinking. Did he actually want a Lycan for himself? Viktor knew that it was not at all uncommon that male Vampires took Lycans - both male and female - as “personal slaves”, but it rarely happened among higher ranked Vampires, and he was an Elder! Oh, Viktor knew that his power and authority would stop anyone from questioning his decisions or choices no matter what he did, but there would be gossip, and… He had always considered Lycan “pleasure slaves” to be in horribly bad taste, and virtually the whole coven knew this. Still, he wanted Lucian more than anything, and he would have him.

Viktor waited for an opportunity to carry out his plan. Knowing the young Lycan’s nature, he was quite certain that Lucian would try to provoke him again. Only this time, he would not take the bait. This time, he was prepared for it… with a little surprise of his own.

The opportunity came when it was Lucian’s turn to wait at his table. As predicted, the Lycan soon began to whistle - an act performed simply to awake the Elder’s fury. Viktor hated the sound of it, but he was strongly determined to keep his face and his voice impassive and unaffected throughout the evening. Sipping at his blood, he just smirked at the Lycan occasionally, secretly enjoying Lucian’s puzzled countenance. The aggravating noise stopped eventually, and Viktor inwardly sighed with relief. His first victory this evening.

When Viktor gazed at his daughter, he could see that Sonja was clearly relieved that he had not overreacted and had a tantrum, which, unfortunately, had already happened too many times in Lucian’s presence. He just gave Sonja a reassuring smile that hopefully did not betray his true intentions. His pure and innocent child would surely be shocked if she found out about her father’s plans for the young Lycan, and Viktor did not want her to see him like that. He had to be relatively discreet.

The Elder waited patiently, like a predator lying in wait. He followed Lucian’s movements with a reserved but vigilant eye. He was seemingly impassive, and only the rapid beats of his heart revealed his true interest in the Lycan, although they were too faint for a human - or Vampire - to grasp.

Viktor deliberately stayed at the table longer than any of the others so that he would get the opportunity to be alone with Lucian. He noticed that his new, odd behaviour was making the Lycan uncomfortable, and that knowledge boasted the Elder’s self-confidence even more. He just hoped that Lucian would not ruin anything by darting off by impulse, like he had done the previous time. That would ruin not only Viktor’s plan but the entire atmosphere.

Lucian waited for Viktor to exit the dining hall so that he could start cleaning up the mess the Vampires had made. Why did the Elder stay when all others had left? His behaviour had been strange all evening, and Lucian could not figure out the reason for it. If something major happened within the coven, the Lycans were not slow to find out about it.

“Lucian…” Viktor spoke in an icy voice. He rose to his full height and approached the Lycan slave, who currently had his back to him. The Elder noted that he was at least two and a half inches taller than Lucian. Good. Being able to look down at the other man, he could use his obvious advantage even more efficiently.

“What do you want, Viktor?” Lucian asked saucily, turning around to find the Elder standing less than a feet from him.

Viktor clicked his tongue. This was just the response he’d been hoping for. Lucian’s manners had not improved. He still didn’t respect Viktor the least.

//Well, that is something I will change this night…//

“What I want? That, my dear Lycan, I will show you shortly.” With that, he took Lucian’s upper arm in a vice-like grip and started dragging the flabbergasted Lycan slave out of the room, heading for his own chambers. Lucian was too dumbfounded to fight back or even to object. It seemed like he was letting the Vampire Lord drag him almost voluntarily.

“What… what are you doing…?” Lucian finally managed when noticing that he was being led deeper into the mansion, to unknown places where Lycan slaves weren’t ever allowed. What was the meaning of this? His inner alarm-bell went off, and his animal instincts warned him, telling him to break free from the Elder’s steel grip and just run… because whatever awaited him, it was probably not to his benefit.

Viktor did not answer the Lycan’s question but simply smiled smugly. Lucian was not entitled to ask any questions, so he would just pretend he didn’t hear them. He would not even be allowed to speak before Viktor gave his permission!

Once they reached the corridor with Viktor’s private quarters, Lucian was decidedly nervous. The Elder did not loosen his hold on him for one second, because he feared the Lycan would run away. Instead he opened the door to his bedchamber and roughly shoved his prize inside, causing Lucian to stumble and almost lose his balance.

Lucian looked around the large, luxurious room where Viktor had taken him, and the realization hit him. This was Viktor’s personal bedchamber. Now, this was certainly not what he had expected. What was he doing here?

“Why have you brought me he---”

He did not make it further, because Viktor slapped him across the face with an open palm. It had been totally unexpected, and although it wasn’t even hard - at least not by Vampire and Lycan standards - it stunned Lucian.

“I have had enough of that attitude of yours!” Viktor declared, his voice stern and icy. “You need a lesson in manners, insolent Lycan, and I will give it to you. Inside this room, you will not call me anything but “Master” or “Lord Viktor”. You will not ask any questions, you will not defy me, and you will not even speak unless you’re spoken to. Have I made myself clear?”

The Elder grinned at the staring Lycan, trying to decipher the look on his face. Was Lucian scared? Angry? Defiant? Stunned beyond belief? Well, whatever it was, it was not glee. Viktor already felt triumphant. His plan was working.

“I asked if you understand, Lucian?”

The Lycan nodded, and Viktor could see obvious hesitancy and - to his joy - fear in Lucian’s soft, greyish eyes. The little Lycan would not make trouble this time, obviously. Finally he had understood who was in charge at this place. Or had he? Now was the time to really test Lucian’s nature…

“Now, Lycan… take off your clothes,” Viktor commanded with a wry grin.

Lucian’s eyes snapped open at once. “What? Why?” he asked blatantly, either forgetting or ignoring Viktor’s earlier orders. The Elder slapped him once more, and like the previous slap, it wasn’t hard but only a reminder of their roles. Lucian regarded Viktor with a mixture of wariness, fear, and curiosity. Why did the Vampire want Lucian to undress? Was Viktor going to whip him? He could tolerate that, supposedly… Lycans healed quickly, even when they were not transformed. But it didn’t explain why the Elder had taken him to his private quarters.

Viktor’s grin broadened when the Lycan finally obeyed his orders and started removing his tattered rags. The Elder tried not to show the anticipation he felt. He had seen Lucian shirtless, but nothing beyond that. Now he would, and he couldn’t deny that he was curious.

Lucian undressed slowly, trying hard to make it look like something he did every day. He was all but modest among his fellow Lycans, but the thought of Viktor seeing his naked, exposed body… It was a trifle daunting, but it was also… exciting. Lucian was suddenly very confused. Why did he find this exciting? Viktor was about to punish him. He had absolutely nothing to be excited about… or did he?

The Elder’s intense, critical gaze passed over Lucian’s now bare body. It surprised Viktor a little that the Lycan was still standing up straight and looking directly at him. Lucian did not seem all that uncomfortable. At least not yet. Although taking in the sight of the naked Lycan distracted the Vampire. Lucian’s body was… well, gorgeous. He did not look very imposing with his clothes on, but now when they were gone, it was obvious that the Lycan was definitely no weakling. He was broad-shouldered with well-toned muscles; probably the result of a lifetime of hard work. Lucian also had a lot of body hair - a trait not shared by Vampires. Then Viktor’s gaze reached the Lycan’s sex, and he could not help but gasp. Although soft, Lucian’s cock was impressive, and the Elder could not wait to take it in his hand, or… somewhere else.

When Viktor took a step towards him, Lucian expected another slap and reflexively raised his arm to shield his face. It was a huge surprise when the Elder instead tangled his slim, pale hands in the Lycan’s brown, unruly mane and leaned forward to kiss him. It wasn’t a real kiss; Viktor only grazed his lips against Lucian’s, but it was not at all difficult to understand the Elder’s intentions now.

“Viktor! What are you---” Lucian huffed, trying to back away, but Viktor did not let him. The Vampire’s hold on his hair became painful.

“What did I tell you about speaking, slave?” the Elder snarled softly. “I will show you what I’ll do - don’t worry. Now come!”

Lucian was obviously very inexperienced in this field or simply just unwilling. It would not be half as fun if he had to force the Lycan; Lucian was clearly quite strong, fast, and very able to fight back. And if truly enraged, he might even try to bite Viktor, and that was a risk not even the Elder would take. A Lycan’s bite would kill him within hours.

He took a somewhat softer hold on Lucian’s arm and started leading him toward his own king-sized bed. The Lycan did not fight him: it was a good sign, and the Vampire’s confidence grew yet again. He gently pushed the naked Lycan down onto it, wanting to appear firm but not harsh. Lucian’s body was tense, but he did not actively resist Viktor, only stared at him with both fascination and dread. The Elder noted that the Lycan had indeed very large eyes.

Viktor quickly produced some strong, unyielding rope from a drawer in his bedside table, intending to tie the baffled Lycan’s hands to the bedposts. Lucian was not the first one to be tied down with them, although his previous “victims” had all been Vampires. But when Viktor grabbed his right wrist, Lucian pulled his hand back, trying to rise from the bed.

“No…”

The idea of being tied up and entire at the Elder’s mercy no doubt frightened the young Lycan, and Viktor realized that he had to try and calm him. Placing a steady, firm hand on Lucian’s softly furred chest, he pressed him back down.

“Uh-uh… Now just comply, and everything will go smoothly, Lucian,” he said, trying to sound reassuring, although he couldn’t help smirking. Lucian opened his mouth to speak but closed it again when the Vampire put a finger over his lips. Was he truly mad, letting Viktor do this with him? The Elder could kill him, scar him, mutilate him… He should try to escape while he still had the chance! Still… he didn’t resist. Although tense, he allowed Viktor to tie to wrists to the bedposts, securing him with ropes he could probably not break in his human form. When the Elder was finished with the procedure, he stood up, giving Lucian a fanged grin. The Lycan frowned confusedly. What were Viktor’s intentions? He was not just going to leave Lucian here, was he?

“Now you’re not saucy anymore. Right, Lucian?” Viktor asked sardonically, truly enjoying the sight before him. He was already aroused and could feel his member straining against the leggings that had begun to feel far too tight. His heavy outer robe probably concealed it, but he wondered if it was still obvious to a Lycan’s sense of smell. Well, in either case, he was not going to stay dressed for much longer.

Lucian watched as the Elder began to disrobe. He gaped in shock. No, this couldn’t be happening… Viktor was taking off his clothes! First went the regal outer robe, then the smooth, dark blue silk shirt, and last the Elder removed his black velvet trousers, stepping out of them together with his boots. Lucian couldn’t help but ogle the now naked Vampire Lord.

Viktor’s complexion was very pale, and his body was virtually hairless. He was slender in build but also well-muscled, his physique betraying centuries of intense combat training. Long, shapely legs, smooth skin, blond hair, blue eyes, high cheek-bones… To Lucian’s dismay, Viktor really reminded him much of Sonja. But why wouldn’t he? Sonja was his daughter, after all. A part of him. It was very evident that Sonja had inherited her height, graceful, delicate body structure, noble features, and ashen blond hair from her father. The vampiress was really just a younger, female version of Viktor.

Lucian could feel a blush slowly spreading over his face, and the place where Viktor had slapped him burned vehemently. He couldn’t deny it. He was getting aroused, and the Elder was the cause of it. Lucian felt both confused and embarrassed. Here he was at the Vampire’s mercy, and his body betrayed him in such an obvious way? He had only desired Sonja like this until now. Besides, Viktor was not only a Vampire, he was also… male. While quick sexual releases between male Lycans were quite common, Lucian couldn’t remember that he had ever even glanced at another male that way. Viktor was the first exception, apparently.

“Well, well… What do we have here?” Viktor cooed quizzically and moved back to the bed, straddling the bound Lycan’s equally nude, prone body. Lucian shuddered beneath him and Viktor could feel a mixture of fear and arousal radiating from the Lycan. The Elder reached behind him and gripped Lucian’s half-erect cock in his hand. Raking his sharp nails over its sensitive head, he laughed at his “victim’s” terrified countenance.

“Do you like this, my little Lycan?” Viktor asked. “Hmmm? Do you want me to continue?”

Lucian opened his mouth to say that this was outrageous, but all that escaped his lips was a soft moan of pleasure. Viktor’s hand manipulated him to full hardness, skilfully fondling, rubbing, and pressuring just the right spots. But only moments before Lucian was about to spurt, Viktor withdrew his hand.

“What the…?!” The Lycan bucked up against him, fighting his bonds, but Viktor only smirked at him.

“Not so soon, Lucian. I took you here to punish you, after all… And I will do that.”

Leaning forward without moving off the Lycan’s stomach, Viktor reached into his top drawer. Lucian shivered when he saw what the Elder was holding. It was a small, beautifully sculptured silver dagger. Noticing the Lycan’s terrified expression, Viktor laughed patronizingly. “No, my dear Lycan. I will not use this to pierce your heart. I do not wish you dead… yet, anyway. But you really do deserve some pain after all that you have put me through.”

Lucian turned his face away when Viktor grazed the dagger against his chest, the silver burning his skin. It truly burned! It felt like he was back in the pit filled with stinging nettles he had fallen into as a cub. Or worse. And he could hear Viktor laughing! Lucian’s rage grew. He bucked up violently, intending to throw the Vampire off him, and almost succeeded, as he caught Viktor off guard. His eyes turned unnaturally blue and his fangs grew out, scraping his lips. Baring them, he snarled ferociously up at the creature sitting astride him. Viktor was still laughing! How could he laugh?! If only Lucian could break the bonds… Although he was painfully aware of the fact that he still had an erection.

“My poor Lucian…” Viktor sighed melodramatically. “Not a very high pain threshold… Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes…!” Lucian growled, unable to manage anything more eloquent. He could grow fangs and claws even without the full moon but never anything beyond that. He regretted it at this moment. Viktor seemed to need a “lesson in manners” himself!

“Alright, I’ll stop. I wouldn’t want you to faint from me,” the Elder teased, but he put the dagger away, and that was all that mattered to Lucian. “And now when I think about it… there are more pleasurable activities waiting for us.”

Viktor leaned forward, stretching out his body along Lucian’s, and brought his face close to the Lycan’s. The contact felt unbelievably erotic to him, and he flicked the tip of his tongue over Lucian’s nose. The unnatural blue had dissipated from the Lycan’s eyes, and he seemed calmer again.

“Have you ever lain with a man, Lucian?” Viktor purred, rubbing himself against the bound body beneath his. “I can imagine that you’re quite popular among the Lycan bitches, hmmm?”

“Not only Lycan bitches…” Lucian smirked back, coldly assuming that Viktor was clueless in this matter.

Viktor mocked surprise. “No? So you have rutted with mortals, as well? Quite impressive… But never with a Vampire?”

“Umm, no…” Lucian murmured, and to his chagrin, he began to blush again. It was a lie, of course, but Lucian knew that if Viktor found out about his relationship with Sonja, he would give the Lycan something more than a lesson in manners.

“Awww… Well, let’s try to make your “first time” a memorable one, then…” the Elder grinned, letting his breath wash over Lucian’s face. He still smelled of the blood he’d drunk not too long ago.

“What will you do?” Lucian asked, still wary of the Vampire. If Viktor took out the silver dagger again, Lucian would simply try to break the ropes and flee. He might be a slave, but he refused to be the victim of the Elder’s sadistic bedroom games. Viktor could save that for his fellow Bloods.

“Why so terrified, little Lycan? I am not going to kill you, just rut you.”

Lucian’s body tensed at the Elder’s words. Viktor was going to… bugger him? It wasn’t as bad as silver, but it would cause him pain, no doubt. On the other hand… he was also curious about it.

“It will hurt, won’t it?” he asked shakily, hating to show Viktor how anxious he was.

“That is entirely up to you,” the Vampire replied coolly. “I will be considerate.”

Pulling his nails over Lucian’s muscled, hairy chest once more, Viktor finally rolled off the Lycan. He reached into his bedside drawer, and this time he picked up a small, crystalline bottle containing sweet, fragrant oil kept for occasions like this. Unscrewing the lid, he poured some into his own palm and smeared it onto his fingers. Lucian was regarding him questioningly, and Viktor smirked back knowingly.

“I must prepare you, or we could end up hurting each other,” he explained. “Now, spread your legs for me.”

When it did not happen quickly enough, Viktor parted the Lycan’s thighs with his hands and pushed his knees up to gain access to his rear entrance. Lucian immediately tensed when the Elder probed him with a finger, and a stifled groan sounded from the bound man.

“Relax,” Viktor ordered, using his most authoritative voice. Obviously it had an effect, because the muscle didn’t flex all that much when he inserted a second finger and started scissoring them within the Lycan’s tight, previously untouched channel. He took his time before he deliberate sought out “the spot” inside Lucian’s body and gave it a brief nudge.

Intense jolts of pleasure shot through Lucian’s nerve endings, propagating through him like electricity. What had Viktor done to cause *that* sensation in him? For a split second he suspected that the Elder had used witchcraft.

“Are you still hesitant, Lucian?” Viktor asked teasingly, withdrawing his slicks fingers. “I can stop if you want…”

“No!” Lucian called out reflexively. “Please, don’t stop… whatever you did…”

The Vampire Elder grinned deviously. “Oh, really? I can’t believe how wanton you have become within just an hour…” He clicked his tongue. “But I will indulge you, my dear Lycan.”

Viktor quickly smeared the oil onto his own erection and lifted Lucian’s legs over his shoulders, leaning over the other man. Despite the mind-numbing pleasure he had felt when Viktor had manipulated his body earlier, Lucian couldn’t help but feel slightly apprehensive. While Viktor’s pale shaft was quite long, the girth was not as impressive. Fortunately. Perhaps he would be able to cope, after all.

Their sweaty, aroused bodies were rubbed against one another when Viktor finally penetrated Lucian. The Lycan grunted in pain when the head of the Elder’s cock slid past his guardian muscle that fought hard to force the intruder out. Viktor, however, was pushing forward slowly but relentlessly until he rested fully sheathed within Lucian. For the Lycan’s sake, he stayed still for the first fifteen seconds, or so. A certain amount of discomfort was inevitable; he could clearly remember his own first time, which had been with his fellow Elder Marcus centuries ago. The trick was to relax. He breathed the word in Lucian’s ear, not commandingly anymore but seductively.

When Lucian’s breathing had become a bit less erratic and his inner muscles had released their spasmodic grip of Viktor’s cock, the Vampire began to thrust slowly. The oil made it easier, but much still depended on the recipient. The Elder did his best not to hurt the Lycan and hoped that Lucian would indeed get some pleasure out of this. He had to try aiming for “the spot”. Lucian’s response would tell him when he’d found it.

The initial pain and discomfort faded once he was able to relax, and to Lucian’s surprise, the Vampire was gentle. Then suddenly Viktor rearranged their positions, changing the angle and depth of his thrusts, and the Elder’s cock brushed that special spot within him that made him see starbursts behind his eyelids.

The Lycan cried out - howling almost like a true wolf - and thrashed beneath Viktor, once again fighting his bonds. This time, however, it was not from pain or anger… It was ecstasy, bliss… Viktor chuckled softly and really tried to hit it again with his next thrust.

“Did you like that, little one?” he whispered in Lucian’s ear. “Hmmm? You want more?”

After a few more seconds of absolute bliss, Lucian had been reduced to an incoherent, sniffling, whimpering creature that could think of nothing except the pleasure he was given by the Elder. Oh, how badly he wished he could free his arms and touch Viktor! His body was so close, touching the Lycan’s own, but still so…unattainable. He wanted to touch the smooth, glistening skin, run his hands through the fine, blond hair… He wanted to know if the Vampire’s body felt as perfect as it looked.

Viktor’s thrusts became harder and faster when he neared his climax, and he buried himself in Lucian all the way to the hilt only to pull out again almost entirely. The Lycan was panting as heavily as he when the Elder finally came inside the hot, willing body of his servant, releasing the pent-up frustration he’d built up since he started coveting Lucian.

When Lucian felt a flood of warmth in his bowels, he realized that Viktor had spent himself. The Vampire fell on top of him, momentarily drained, and Viktor’s half-open mouth ended up just at Lucian’s exposed throat. Despite what they had experienced together, the Lycan tensed up. What if Viktor bit him? That was a death sentence. Perhaps now that the Elder had had his fun…

Lucian then became aware of something else. Viktor had come, but the Lycan’s needs were still unfulfilled. His rock-hard erection lay squeezed in between their bellies, practically screaming for attention. Would he even be allowed to touch himself?

Finally Viktor rose and simultaneously pulled out of the Lycan’s body. Lucian groaned wantonly, regarding the Vampire with an imploring look. The plea was obvious on his face. //Please, let me come…//

Viktor wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and took a deep breath. What should he do now? Lucian’s body was not sated, and the Lycan was practically begging the Elder to give him release… From one point of view, it was tempting just to cut Lucian’s bonds and throw him out while he was still hard and wonderfully aroused, pretending that this never happened. On the other hand… Viktor did not want it to end so soon. He had Lucian here, after all; tied up and craving his touch. No, the Elder did not want to end this so abruptly.

He leaned over the bound Lycan again, bringing his mouth to Lucian’s chest and the aching, red welts caused by the silver dagger. Viktor passed his tongue over them and received a shudder from Lucian in return. The Vampire smirked up at the Lycan.

“How badly do you want release?” he asked.

“I… I… Oh, please, Lord Viktor!”

Viktor first response was a raise of brows; Lucian had never called him by his title before. Doing so now had to mean that the Lycan was indeed pretty desperate. The Elder moved lower, licking and nibbling furred skin on the way, but when he reached Lucian’s erect shaft, taking the tip between his lips, a tremor passed through the Lycan’s strong body. Obviously he did not fully trust Viktor.

“You… you will not bite it off, will you?” Lucian asked in a trembling voice when he felt the Vampire’s sharp, deadly fangs scrape against his sensitive manhood.

Viktor grinned, pulling back so that he could speak. “Well, do you want me to bite it off?”

“No! I mean… of course not… I just want… Oh, I don’t know…” Lucian groaned, letting his head fall back on the pillow. It was just impossible to be coherent with Viktor’s mouth around his…

“You don’t trust me. Right, Lucian?” the Elder asked, although it was a statement rather than a question.

“No, I guess I don’t…” the Lycan replied truthfully. //And I am pretty sure that you would not place a tender part of yourself in my mouth, either.//

Viktor withdrew from his captive’s still hard cock, knowing that Lucian had his reasons to be wary. Perhaps they could try something else, which did not include fanged mouths…

Lucian regarded Viktor’s contemplative countenance with growing frustration. Why couldn’t the damned Vampire simply use his hand to bring Lucian to release? Why must he torment him?

Without a word, Viktor reached for the bottle of oil again. He would impale himself on the Lycan’s cock just to know if it felt as good as it looked. The Elder could see no harm in it. They were both males, after all, so he needn’t fear a blending of their species. It had been a while since he’d gotten some internal massage and somebody had touched his sweet spot.

Pouring a generous amount of oil into his hand, he slathered the substance over Lucian’s erection. The young Lycan first gave him a puzzled look, but when he realized the Elder’s intentions, his eyes widened in pure astonishment. “Are you… I mean, will you…?”

“Yes,” Viktor said with a smirk and brought down one hand to smear some oil around his own rear entrance. “I am, and I will. Why? Do you object, Lycan?”

Lucian had once made a vow never to do this with anyone but Sonja. Although this was different, supposedly. Viktor was a man, and he was Sonja’s father. A Vampire Elder. And Lucian desired him. Beyond words.

“No… I don’t object…” he breathed.

Viktor smiled and moved on top of the Lycan again, squatting, and grabbed the heated, hard shaft, guiding it to his own entrance. It stung a little when he started lowering himself onto it - Lucian had quite a generous endowment - but he did not let any discomfort show on his face.

“Ahh…” Viktor panted when he was finally filled with the thick, pulsating cock. It was stretching him out, although in a good way. His own arousal flared to life once more, and a pleasant, tingling sensation spread from his nether regions into his entire body. The Elder bared his fangs and breathed through his teeth. It took him a few seconds to adjust to the girth, and then he began to ride the Lycan.

Lucian had to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from crying out when the tight heat of the Vampire’s flesh engulfed him, cradling his aching, swollen member. Viktor’s eyes were closed and he was grimacing. Was it from pain, pleasure…? Lucian was not sure which, but unless Viktor moved soon, he would thrust up into the slim, pliant body himself.

They moved together for a few minutes, both revelling in their own little world of ecstasy. Viktor sensed how badly Lucian wanted to get rid of the bonds so that he could touch the Elder, but Viktor wanted to make sure he stayed in control despite having the Lycan’s flesh inside him. He would *not* let the beast pin him down to the mattress and fuck him that way!

The Vampire was riding him expertly, and Lucian felt he was not going to last long. Vampires in general seemed to have that effect on him. He chuckled at the irony of it, hoping that Viktor would not ask why he was laughing. The Elder did not even seem to notice it, and Lucian’s pleasure exploded in an orgasm that once again made him see starburst. Viktor seemed to feel it, because as soon as Lucian had emptied himself, the Elder slumped forward, sliding off the Lycan’s softening cock.

Lucian glanced at the Vampire. “You didn’t… Not this time…”

Viktor gave him a wry glance. “No, I didn’t,” he confirmed. “I may be powerful and enduring, but I am no machine.” The Lycan grinned at this, and Viktor reached for a cloth to clean them both with. Lucian’s seed smeared all over his bed would not do. When he was finished, he also finally untied the Lycan’s hands.

Lucian rubbed his sore wrists, red and aching from the struggling. He suddenly felt very self-conscious. What was he really doing in Viktor’s chambers? The Elder surely expected him to leave now and would not cast another look upon him. He was a Lycan, after all. A slave. Not even close to Viktor’s equal.

“Shall I take my leave?” he murmured, averting his eyes from the Elder’s.

“You are free to leave,” Viktor replied, “although you may also stay, if you want.”

“Stay? Here?” Lucian asked, as if Viktor had just asked him to jump out through the window.

“It’s your choice. There are a few hours until sundown. I will try to get some sleep before facing the night.”

“I would… like that,” Lucian heard himself say.

The Vampire grinned at him. “Fine. I am trusting you to see I don’t get any sun,” he said, nodding at the thick, dark curtains that covered the window. They were clearly designed not to let in even a ray of light. Lucian was mildly surprised. Did Viktor imply that he trusted the Lycan?

“I will see to that.”

“Good. Sleep well.” The Elder crawled in under the bedcovers and pulled them up to his chest, turning his back to Lucian. The Lycan longed to touch him now that his hands were finally free, but he feared Viktor’s response. The Elder clearly wanted to be left in peace now, despite the fact that he had invited Lucian to stay. Pawing at him was not a good idea.

Sweeping his gaze over the large chamber - bigger than the cottages ten or more Lycans shared daily - Lucian felt very lost.

*~*~*

For a long while, Lucian just lay still, listening to Viktor’s deep, slow breathing. There was no doubt that the Elder was sleeping. He had fallen asleep almost instantly after curling up. The Lycan smiled. Perhaps he had tired the Vampire out? They had certainly shared some wild moments. Lucian still had a dull ache in his backside, but it didn’t really bother him. The pleasure he’d experienced was well worth it. Many a time had he turned his head to look at the sleeping Elder.

Viktor looked strangely vulnerable when unclothed and asleep. Not regal, not haughty, not menacing… Lucian suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to touch the sleeping Vampire. Despite having been intimate with him, he had still not touched Viktor with his hands. If he was careful, he could do it without waking the other. He just brought his hand close, letting it hover a few inches above the Elder’s bare shoulder. A few seconds later he lightly brushed the exposed skin. It was smooth, soft, and quite cool. Viktor’s body had not been cool when they had sex. It was probably because the Vampire needed to drink again.

Lucian passed his fingers along the curve of Viktor’s neck until he reached his hair. The blond tresses were truly as soft as they looked. As soft as Sonja’s. Taking this one step further, Lucian leaned forward to smell Viktor’s hair. The scent he caught was lavender. The fragrance filled his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply. Viktor, like all Vampires, bathed often to keep himself clean. Lycans did not have that advantage.

There was a sudden hitch in the Elder’s breathing, and Lucian tensed. Had he awakened him? But Viktor showed no signs of waking up, and his even breathing returned. Lucian continued to touch the beautifully sculptured body of the Vampire Lord along his spine and down underneath the covers. He caressed Viktor’s rather sharp, angular hipbone, his long, firm outer thigh, and from there back to his flat belly. The Elder’s scant tuft of pubic hair brushed Lucian’s hand. Definitely crossing the line, he closed his fingers around the now soft cock. Pressing up close to Viktor, the Lycan buried his face in the hollow of the Vampire’s shoulder and neck, taking in his scent. He was just about to lick Viktor’s pulse point when the Elder gave a distressed grunt and reflexively jerked away from Lucian’s touch.

Viktor woke up to the feeling of something warm and solid pressing up against his back and a wet tongue tracing his neck. He did not immediately remember Lucian’s presence and started, attempting to get away from whatever it was, touching him this intimately.

“Forgive me…” Lucian said at once and lowered his eyes guiltily. “I… should not have done that.”

Viktor breathed out, half-relieved, half-aggravated. His memories from the day before instantly returned. “You scared me,” he confessed. “What were you doing, anyway?”

“I’m sorry, I simply wanted to… touch you…” the embarrassed young Lycan explained, still too ashamed to meet Viktor’s gaze. “It was wrong. I crossed the line, I know.”

Now Viktor smirked and reached out to grab Lucian’s jaw, tilting his chin up. “Well, you certainly could have waited until I woke up, but other than that I see no harm it in, little Lycan. So, tell me… how did I feel under your hands?”

“Your skin… is very soft,” Lucian replied tentatively. His own tanned, partially furred body was a sharp contrast to Viktor’s pale and smooth one. “And I like your hair. It’s so much finer than my own.”

“Would you like to touch me again?” the Elder purred, leaning closer to the Lycan.

“I’m not sure if…”

“Oh, come on. I am awake now, after all. Touch me.”

This time it sounded more like an order, and Lucian was quite happy to comply. He moved closer to the Vampire and passed his hands over Viktor’s long, elegant neck, which the Elder exposed to him in a gesture of trust.

“Don’t you have to… be somewhere soon?” Lucian asked in a low, husky voice as his hands roamed Viktor’s naked flesh ardently.

“Well, not for another hour or two. We have some time. Let’s use it.”

Viktor did not wait for Lucian to reply but flipped the baffled Lycan onto his back and bent down to take his hardening cock into his mouth. He simply had to taste it; Lucian would have to start trusting him.

“Wait…! What are you…?” the Lycan called out, but his body betrayed him yet again when his cock quickly pulsed to full hardness in the Vampire’s sensuous, fanged mouth. Viktor was obviously skilled at what he did. But even though his body had no complaints, Lucian’s mind was not as certain. A very sensitive and important part of him was currently in the mouth of a creature that could kill him with just one bite. And accidents could happen, even if the Elder would not bite him intentionally.

“Viktor… Perhaps you shouldn’t… Ahh… It feels so…”

Sonja had never done this to pleasure him, and now Lucian realized what he’d been missing. He might even ask her to try it the next time he saw her. It was… it was simply divine! He could not ask Viktor to stop, not now… not until he had…

“Are you still afraid I’m going to bite you, Lucian?” Viktor suddenly asked, letting the Lycan’s erection slip out of his mouth.

“Erm, no… I just… Well, yes, a little,” he finally confessed.

“Would you feel safer if I put my trust in you as well?”

“Umm, what?” Lucian asked confusedly.

Viktor smirked. “Would you mind doing the same for me?”

“You mean… oh? I… I guess so, but I’m not sure I could do it well.”

“I’m sure you’ll learn quickly,” the Elder said with a shrug of his shoulders and moved to lie beside him, head to foot, offering his own erection to Lucian. He was not at all anxious that the Lycan was going to bite him, but Lucian still seemed wary of the Elder, and this was - according to Viktor - the best way to reassure him.

When he once again felt the heat of Viktor’s mouth engulfing his cock, Lucian assumed he should do the same for the Vampire. The idea didn’t really disgust him; he had used his tongue and his lips to pleasure Sonja a few times, but Viktor’s anatomy was still quite different from hers. He tentatively grabbed the long, slender erection and closed his lips around the round, pink tip. The Vampire’s body responded, trying to push further into Lucian’s mouth. What Viktor was doing to him again felt heavenly, and the Lycan did his best to mimic the Elder’s expertise. He truly hoped that the Vampire Lord was enjoying this as much as he.

They came almost in unison; Lucian first, shortly followed by Viktor. The Lycan felt slightly overwhelmed when the Elder’s hot, salty seed flooded his mouth, and he gulped, trying to swallow as much of it as possible.

Both the Vampire and the Lycan stayed in the rather awkward position until they had recovered enough strength to move steadily. Viktor was the first to disengage and sat up in the bed, panting and brushing his tangled hair back.

“You are indeed a fast learner…” he murmured. “And I wish I had time to teach you more things. Alas, I don’t at the moment. I must get ready.”

Lucian wasn’t quite sure if Viktor was talking to him or to himself, but then the Elder rose from the bed and padded toward the door leading to an adjacent chamber. “I must try to wash your scent away,” he explained. “We Vampires do not have your heightened senses, but I can’t exactly appear in public reeking of you, can I?”

He grinned at the Lycan’s indignant countenance and opened the door to the room where his bath water from yesterday still stood. It was cold now, and he should order his servants to remove it, but it was all he had at the moment.

Viktor lowered his entire head into the water, finding out that it was nearly freezing, but anyhow it felt refreshing. Gasping for breath, he snatched a towel and wiped his face and his hair. Hopefully the smell of Lucian was mostly gone from him now. Oh, well… It was not like he had to explain himself to anyone, but Viktor disliked gossip and wagging tongues. If he took new Vampire lovers, no one cared, but a Lycan…

Wait - what was he thinking? Lovers? Lucian was a slave, not a lover! A lowly Lycan!

He berated himself for thinking such absurd thoughts and strode back into his bedchamber. Lucian was still sitting on his bed, naked. Viktor glared at him, suddenly irritated.

“Get dressed!” he ordered.

Lucian was hurt by the sudden change in Viktor’s mood. The Elder sounded harsh, even cold.

“Yes, I will…” the Lycan sighed and moved to pick up his rags from the floor. Dressing went quickly for him, and he could have the pleasure of watching Viktor, whose intricate clothing process was much slower. It was almost a shame to see Viktor slip into his stiff, formal Elder’s attire and cover his well-toned, supple body. He also took time combing his wet hair, making sure it stayed slicked along his scull. Lucian preferred the way he looked just after they’d had sex; flushed with the blond tresses hanging around his face. Now the regal-looking Elder was back, and Lucian felt very cheap and insignificant next to him.

When Viktor was finished making himself presentable, he turned to look at Lucian and noticed the young Lycan’s discomfort. He softened; Lucian had done nothing to deserve his sudden coldness. They were still inside his private chambers, and no one could see them.

“Do you still think me a dumb woodlouse?” he asked half-jestingly. The offensive nickname only amused him now.

The Lycan shook his head. “No… I am so sorry I called you that… It was disrespectful.”

“Yes, it was,” Viktor agreed. “But you’re forgiven. You should learn to control your temper, Lucian. But then, so should I!”

He smirked at his own statement, and Lucian smiled too. “Do you still want to put me in the pillory?”

“Erm, no… If you misbehave again, I will punish you in a very different way.”

The Vampire Lord winked playfully at the Lycan, who lowered his gaze, slightly pink about the cheeks. “I won’t misbehave…” he murmured.

Viktor raised his brows but did not make any sarcastic remark as Lucian had expected. “Alright, I must be sure no one is around to watch you leave my chambers,” he just said and carefully opened the door to the corridor, sticking his head out.

The hallway was empty. Not many ventured to the Elder’s private quarters without being summoned, but one could never be too careful. Those who did were mostly servants coming to check if their Lord needed anything, but no one dared to enter Viktor’s chambers without knocking. Of course, Sonja came by occasionally to pay her father a visit…

The coast was clear. Viktor nodded at the Lycan, and Lucian obediently approached the door, but before he reached there, the Elder grabbed his shirt and forcefully pressed him up against the wall, catching the Lycan by total surprise. Viktor gave a predatory grin and claimed Lucian’s lips with a rough and possessive kiss.

“Hmmpff…!” Lucian objected when Viktor abruptly cut off his air supply. He had definitely not expected this, but just when he was about to return the kiss, the Vampire withdrew from him.

“I would like to do this again, Lucian,” he stated matter-of-factly without any mockery or sarcasm in his voice. “I would like that very much…” The Elder lowered his voice into a hiss and looked deep into his Lycan slave’s large, beautiful eyes.

“I would like that, too…” Lucian whispered, surprised at the fact that he meant it. He would sleep with Viktor again if only the Vampire Lord would have him.

“Good,” the Elder said coolly. He could not show the Lycan how fervently he really desired him. That would give Lucian too much power over him. “You may go now.”

Lucian nodded, and Viktor stepped aside to let him pass. He would have Lucian again… very soon.


TBC