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 3

Days passed into weeks, and Viktor’s infatuation - he now considered it to be that instead of an obsession - with the young Lycan did not abate. It bothered him, but at the same time he was too intoxicated to care as long as Lucian came willingly to his bed, to his embrace. And Lucian seemed to feel the same way about him. They saw one another privately at least every other night, and their moments of passion were wild and breath-taking. Viktor taught the young Lycan everything he knew in the arts of sex, and soon Lucian was a stranger to very little. The Elder had not yet let the Lycan mount him except when Viktor himself sat astride him to ride his erection, but he believed it to be just a matter of time. The Vampire Lord was not used to giving up control, but he found it extremely hard to deny Lucian anything, and mounting Viktor was one of the Lycan’s highest wishes.

Lucian was not really sure what to think of the huge changeover in his life. Only a few weeks ago he had despised Viktor with all his heart, and now it seemed he couldn’t get enough of the Elder. He waited every day for Viktor’s subtle hints that he wanted Lucian in his quarters, and whenever Viktor approached, his heart began to thud like mad in his chest.

The only thing that suffered was his relationship with Sonja. He had seen the Vampiress a few times since he’d started the illicit affair with her father, and even though they had promised never to have any secrets from each other, Lucian couldn’t induce himself to tell her. The news would devastate Sonja. He was sure of that, and besides he feared the consequences. He was pretty sure that his heart still belonged to the Vampiress despite his burning desire for Viktor. What he had with the Elder was lust, nothing more. He wanted them both, and now he had them, but he was also aware that the wrong decision could make him lose either, if not both. Father and daughter. Fate was not without a sense of irony, it seemed.

Viktor realized one night that having sex with the Lycan was not all he craved anymore. He wanted to fight him as well. Lucian had many a time proved himself to be extraordinary among Lycans, and the Elder was really curious of the potential the day-creature’s body truly possessed.

He had made up his mind. He would take Lucian to the dojo for a sparring match. Hopefully the Lycan would comply without difficulties. Only a few Vampires willingly agreed to spar with the Elder.

He found Lucian outside one of the storehouses, busy chopping wood. Despite the cold, the Lycan was bare-chested, muscles bulging and flexing under tanned, partially furred skin when he swung the axe with amazing accuracy. His state of undress made Viktor shiver. Obviously Lycans did not feel the cold the same way Vampires did.

Lucian’s nostrils flared, and he turned around to regard the Elder. Viktor knew that he had already been identified.

“Oh, it’s you,” Lucian grinned, casually dropping the axe. “So, what can I do for the high and mighty Lord Viktor?”

Viktor snorted at the attempted joke, even though he was used to them by now. “Come with me,” he just said.

“And what will you do with me?” the Lycan smirked and winked suggestively, his eyes full of mischief. Viktor couldn’t help grinning. This night’s activities would be a little different from what Lucian had in mind.

“I want you to come with me to the dojo. I would like to duel against you.”

The grin faded from Lucian’s face and his eyes widened, regarding Viktor as if the Elder had gone raving mad. Then his facial expression started to change again, and the grin returned, as did the look of excitement in his eyes.

“You mean… Oh, Viktor, you have no idea how badly I want that! Can we do it right now? This very night?”

Viktor was taken aback by the Lycan’s immediate and genuine response. He had not expected Lucian to agree so readily. It seemed like the pup was over-confident about his own abilities. The Elder grinned back.

“Yes, this very night is what I had planned, Lucian. We can head there right now, if you are… finished with your work.”

Lucian stretched out his arms above his head, still smirking. “With your permission, my Lord, I will deal with this later.”

“You have my permission to do that,” Viktor replied sarcastically and smiled smugly at Lucian. “Shall we?”

“Oh, I can hardly wait!” Lucian picked up his discarded shirt and put it back on, although he didn’t bother buttoning it. Now when he was no longer working, he could feel the coldness of the air around him. Viktor, however, seemed chilly even though he was wearing both an overcoat and leather gloves. Vampires. Lucian shook his head absently and started following the Elder, making sure he stayed a few steps behind. He was not Viktor’s equal, so for the sake of appearances, they had to do this.

Viktor was slightly hesitant about taking Lucian to the dojo, as no one had ever brought a Lycan there before. If someone spotted them, they would probably think that the Elder had lost his wits.

“This place looks… fancy…” Lucian remarked, looking around the large, rectangular room with a very high ceiling. “Is this the place where you Vampires… exercise?”

“Yes,” Viktor replied. “But I must change my clothes first.”

Lucian raised one eyebrow. “You need clothes?” he asked cheekily, mocking surprise.

Viktor snorted. “Well, I figure that I must wear *something* or my appearance will be too distracting for you. I suggest that you remove your shirt and your shoes. It gives you more flexibility.”

Lucian did as the Elder suggested when Viktor disappeared into an adjacent room to retrieve his exercise trousers. He was tempted to follow the Vampire and watch him undress, but in a way Viktor was right: a sight like that would only work as a distraction. He did some stretches to warm up in the meantime, and a nice, tingling feeling of anticipation spread through his nerves. He was genuinely looking forward to this “match”.

Viktor’s combat skills were almost legendary, but Lucian had never seen the Elder fight, so he was curious to discover how many of the rumours were true. Lucian himself possessed heightened strength, speed, and agility even when he was not transformed, but although he had been in quite a few fights and been victorious in most of them, he did not have any real martial arts or weapon training.

His confidence slipped just a notch. Well, at least he had greater body weight to his advantage. If he could only get on top of the Vampire, he would pin Viktor down and not let him budge. Although Lucian was well aware that the Elder’s slender body was much stronger than it looked…

Viktor appeared again, clad only in his tight, black training trousers that did not leave much to the imagination. He too was barefoot. “Shall we begin?” he asked the Lycan, who seemed to be deep in thought. “Assuming you still want to do this?”

Lucian grinned back, eyeing the Vampire from head to foot. “Oh, I am quite looking forward to this. How do we fight?”

“Just some hand-to-hand combat without weapons until I see how skilled you are. I don’t want you to get hurt,” Viktor replied.

“How presumptuous,” Lucian retorted.

Viktor snorted and rolled his eyes. “Presumptuous? Oh, please… You don’t seriously think you will stand a chance against me, or do you, Lycan?”

“You seem very confident about yourself… you scrawny Vampire,” Lucian teased, thinking it might benefit him if he made Viktor lose his temper and his focus. “Shall we make a wager?”

“What sort of wager?” Viktor asked, frowning.

“Well, if I win this match, you will give me something.”

“What do you want?”

The Lycan smiled deviously. “Hmmm, let me see… There is one thing that I want from you, and I’m sure you know what it is. If I win, you could let me take the upper position next time we meet in your chamber.”

The Elder smirked back at the Lycan. Lucian’s attempts to get him off balance would not have the desired effect. “So, you wish you fuck me?” he asked, clicking his tongue. “Isn’t my riding your shaft enough?”

“No,” Lucian replied truthfully. “I am a man. I need to be on top sometimes.”

“Then go rut with a Lycan bitch,” Viktor sneered.

“I don’t want a Lycan bitch. I want you.”

“Alright,” Viktor said nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest. He was so confident that he would triumph that he could promise the Lycan almost everything. “It’s a deal, then.”

“Yes, it is!” Lucian agreed, suddenly wanting to put Viktor in his place more than he wanted to admit. //If only I can get him down on the floor…//

The two natural born predators began to circle each other slowly, vigilantly… They had been born a Vampire and Lycan respectively, so neither knew what it was like to be human and weak. Viktor seemed so relaxed, so confident… Lucian’s confidence dropped further. If the Vampire fought as well as he fucked, he was in deep trouble.

The Lycan stopped the circling, balling his fists and poising himself in a fighting stance. Viktor immediately did the same. The quizzical expression was gone from his face, leaving only a stern, hard look.

Lucian lashed out, aiming at Viktor’s head and upper torso, but the Elder blocked all his blows with ease and finished by hitting Lucian across the face with his right hand and then over the temple with his left, bringing the Lycan down to his knees.

Everything happened in a blur of movements, and Lucian was shocked that Viktor had beaten him that easily. He had expected the Elder to be good, but not *that* good… Well, to hell with it. This was only round one. He must try to stay focused.

Quickly Lucian jumped to his feet and poised himself again. His head hurt a little from the punches, but he didn’t care. Viktor was already waiting for him, a smug look on his beautiful, noble face. It was like he didn’t even expect the Lycan to fight back… but Lucian would show him.

Lucian jabbed at him again, and Viktor dodged the punch and counter attacked, although this time the Lycan managed to parry the blow and leap away from him. Viktor hated to admit that he was impressed. He was an accomplished and well-trained warrior, almost 800 years old, and Lucian was a young Lycan with nearly no training.

They held each other’s eyes and started to circle one another again. “You are holding back!” Lucian exclaimed, a deep frown furrowing his brow.

“Yes.”

“Don’t.”

//Alright. Then I won’t.// Viktor thought to himself. //Suit yourself, you dumb little Lycan!//

This time it was Viktor who struck first, leapt up and spun around in the air, directing a vicious kick to the side of the Lycan’s neck. Lucian did not have a chance to either block or dodge it. When he landed gracefully on the ground, he immediately swung his leg around in an arc, hitting Lucian squarely in the gut. The dazed and unprepared Lycan was shoved back several feet by the powerful blows. Where the hell had Viktor learned to do that? The kick to his stomach had felt like a sledge or worse! The air was knocked out of him, and he was forced to sink down, clutching his abused midsection.

“You asked me not to hold back,” Viktor said while he waited for Lucian to recover. The kicks had probably proved fatal to a mere human, but to a Lycan they were just hard blows.

“That’s right, I did,” Lucian growled, getting to his feet once again. His face was red from both anger and exertion. Viktor had brought him down twice! He was starting to get enraged. He couldn’t help it. This had begun to feel humiliating. He shouldn’t have underestimated his opponent. There was a reason Viktor’s fighting skills were all but legendary, after all. Still, he would not concede. Not as long as he had something to give.

“Come on, bloodsucker. I’m ready!” he spat, bracing himself for what was to come next. Viktor swung his foot at the Lycan again, attempting to shoot his heel straight into Lucian’s flank from the side, but to his surprise, Lucian caught his ankle this time and shoved him backwards before aiming a series of hard punches at him from both directions. He lost his balance momentarily and managed to block the first two blows, although not the third. The Lycan’s hard fist hit him clean across the face, connecting with his jaw sending him back several steps.

Damn, but the Lycan hit hard! Viktor bent over, grunting in pain.

Lucian’s first emotion was pure triumph, and he even shot the staggering Vampire a gleeful look. He had done it! The Elder was almost down! Then he heard Viktor’s pained moan and saw him clutch his aching jaw, and a strong feeling of guilt replaced the triumph. He had hurt his lover.

“Viktor, I am sorry,” he said, reaching out for the Elder.

Viktor met Lucian’s gaze and even managed a strained smile. “No, do not be sorry,” he said. “That was a good punch. You hurt me, but the pain will teach me how to block that punch the next time you throw it. I am not as frail as you seem to think.”

Lucian looked down and murmured something unintelligible. Yes, he admitted that Viktor’s slim build was deceiving. He simply could not fathom the strength and speed hidden in the Elder’s long, lean limbs, graceful torso, and muscles smaller than the Lycan’s own.

“So, umm, you still want to fight?” Lucian asked after a few seconds of awkward silence.

Viktor straightened up and cocked his head to one side. His jaw still ached dully, especially when he spoke, but it was nothing that would hinder him in this fight. Lucian’s neck and ribs were probably even sorer. “Certainly! Just because you managed to sneak in one punch doesn’t mean you’ve won over me,” he said.

Lucian hesitated a few seconds before poising himself again. This was becoming less amusing by the minute. He did not want to hit Viktor anymore, because he was afraid to hurt him, but he also did not want to lose the fight. In Lucian’s opinion, losing a match to a Vampire was almost as bad as losing one to a female. He was beginning to realize that he had to physically overpower Viktor to win, since he did not possess the Elder’s technique.

Bam! Viktor’s right foot connected with his head, and Lucian lost his balance, almost falling down on his rear. He had never even seen that kick coming before it hit him, and the Lycan cursed himself for letting down his defences. He could not - would not - let the Vampire win simply because he was wary about striking him!

A low, animalistic growl erupted from Lucian’s throat as he moved closer to Viktor, senses at full stretch. He was angry now, and although he knew that it was never a good idea to attack in anger, the rage fuelled him. Lucian didn’t really think ahead when he pounced on Viktor, managed to get his arm around the Elder’s neck, and flexed his muscles, intending to slam Viktor’s face straight into his knee.

He did not get that far. Almost at once his right wrist was in the Vampire’s iron grasp, and Viktor twisted his arm up behind his back. Lucian attempted a clumsy attack with his free arm, but the Elder grabbed that wrist as well, locking both his arms in a vice-like grip. The Lycan squirmed, but there was no breaking free.

“You silly Lycan! I have over 700 years of training!” Viktor hissed in his captive’s ear.

“Yes… but no one taught you to fight dirty!” Lucian spat back, stamping Viktor over the foot with his full strength. The Vampire howled in pain, and like a true Lycan, Lucian seized the opportunity when it was presented.

Viktor couldn’t grasp what went wrong. Suddenly it was like a stone from the sky had fallen on his foot, and the next second he was knocked to the floor, where he landed prone on his back with a grinning Lycan on top of him.

Lucian pinned Viktor’s body beneath his own and caught the Vampire’s wrists, drawing them above the Elder’s head before Viktor could do anything to defend himself. A triumphant and lecherous grin formed on his face. Viktor was wriggling against him, vainly trying to dislodge the heavier Lycan, but even the Vampire’s strength wasn’t enough for that. Lucian doubled his efforts and firmly pinned Viktor down. He definitely had the edge now.

“You lost!” the Lycan stated smugly and brought his face closer to the Elder’s. “I hope you remember our deal.”

Viktor bared his fangs and hissed, his body bucking up against Lucian. Damn, the Lycan was strong! “’Lost’?!” he snapped. “I did not! You cheated! This was not a fair fight!”

“Fair fight or not - I have you pinned beneath me on the floor, don’t I?” Lucian sneered. “I won!”

Lucian inhaled the enraged Elder’s scent, savouring it. Viktor was hot and flushed from the fighting, and his body was bare except for the tight exercise trousers. So was Lucian’s own, and he was beginning to respond to the contact. He watched Viktor clench his teeth. The Vampire looked ready to tear out somebody’s throat if only given the chance.

Viktor’s squirming became uncomfortable when he felt Lucian’s obvious arousal through the two layers of clothing. “I will not concede,” he said stubbornly. “I won the match. You cheated, you filthy, mangy animal!”

The Lycan softened a little; Viktor’s pride had just gotten a serious scrape. And no matter how sweet the taste of victory was to Lucian, he did not want to fall out with the Elder. Especially not because of a mere trifle like this. “Alright, shall we call it a draw, then?” he suggested. “You’re right - maybe I did cheat. You won the fight above ground - I won this.”

Viktor still felt obstinate, but it was a reasonable compromise. “Alright, let’s say so,” he reluctantly admitted. “Will you let me go now, or are you planning on keeping me here all night?”

Lucian grinned again. “Not all night… but for a little while, yes!”

He bent down to place a kiss on the Vampire’s lips, not daring to release Viktor’s wrists just yet. Viktor was still angry and might attempt to throw him off. The Elder, however, did not turn his face away, although he did not return the kiss either. “Not here, Lucian…” he said after a few seconds of hesitation. “Someone could come…”

“I’ll know if they do. I can hear them… smell them…”

“Still…”

“Shhh, Viktor. Trust me.” Lucian slowly released his hold on the Vampire’s wrists, almost expecting Viktor to punch him across the face for daring to pin an Elder to the floor, but no punch came. Instead Viktor gently snaked his long arms around Lucian’s neck and drew the Lycan even closer before bringing their mouths together. The smell of his arousal quickly reached Lucian’s nose, and the Lycan smiled to himself. He wondered if Viktor remembered their wager and if their deal was still valid in case of a draw.

Draw, my ass! I won! Lucian thought, but he did not bring up the subject again now when he had Viktor aroused and willing. When the kiss finally ended and Lucian drew back, he could see that a purplish bruise was forming where he’d hit Viktor earlier. He traced the welt lightly with one finger, detecting a slight swelling as well.

“I think I bruised your flawless face,” he said.

“I could have guessed that…” the Vampire sighed. “Damn! I heal quickly, but what shall I say if somebody asks? There isn’t a Vampire in this coven who would dare punch me, let alone bruise me. That is the reason I wanted to fight you, Lucian. I knew you would fight back!”

Lucian couldn’t help laughing. “Are they all really *that* afraid of you?” he asked incredulously.

Viktor nodded. “They are indeed. And they also know that I am quick to anger, so landing a punch to my face during a sparring match could be a death sentence!” he joked. “It is fortunate for you that this was an unarmed combat, or I would probably have carved you up!”

“Where have you learned to fight like that?” Lucian asked, still awed at the strength, speed and accuracy of the Elder’s punches and kicks and the feline grace of his flips. It was nothing one learned over a night.

“I was trained by masters… for many, many years,” Viktor replied. “I found myself liking it so much that I was strongly determined to become the foremost warrior in this world, and I have been a consummate practitioner of the martial arts since.”

The Lycan smiled. “That may be, but you have more to learn yet, Viktor,” he said. “You have never learned to fight on the ground, have you?”

“True, because I have never needed to fight on the ground,” the Elder admitted truthfully. “And you would not have gotten me here if you had not cheated!”

Unlike the Vampire, Lucian was very used to wrestling matches, as it was a common way for Lycans to fight between themselves. Viktor’s inability to make a counter attack when Lucian pinned him down had been a proof that the Elder was indeed clueless.

Leaning forward, Lucian licked Viktor’s neck just over the great artery, feeling the quick, steady beats of the Elder’s pulse against his lips. “Of course I cheated - I’m a Lycan!” he murmured between the gentle love-bites. Viktor’s only response was a suppressed groan, and Lucian was encouraged to move further down. Enjoying the salty taste of sweat on the Vampire’s body, he took Viktor’s left nipple between his teeth, feeling the bud tighten into a hard pebble.

“We really shouldn’t… not here…” Viktor tried, but he knew that he would not go beyond that to stop the Lycan’s advances. He had been lost the moment Lucian kissed him.

Moving down along the Elder’s body, Lucian covered the lean, well-toned belly with kisses. He took joy in hearing Viktor’s strangled moan when he dipped his tongue in the Vampire’s navel, already pulling the waistband of Viktor’s trousers.

“Let’s get these off, shall we?”

The Vampire had no objections and even raised his hips to aid the Lycan undress him. Viktor let out a sigh of relief when his erection finally sprang free, no longer confined within the tight garment. Lucian pulled the trousers all the way off, threw them away, and teasingly licked the tip of the Elder’s pink shaft. Viktor’s hands tangled in his brown, curly mane and urged him to take more. “Oh, Lucian… yes…!”

The Lycan’s fellatio skills had improved remarkably in the past few weeks, and Viktor no longer needed to worry about accidental biting. He had to suppress the urge to wrap his thighs around Lucian’s head when the other’s hot mouth finally engulfed him, taking him in almost to the base. At this moment Viktor did not care if someone would come and see them. All he cared about was the agonizing burn between his legs that needed satiation. His hands tugged at Lucian’s hair until it surely became painful for the Lycan. But Viktor couldn’t help it. He needed something to hold on to, and all he could find was the Lycan’s mane.

Lucian pulled back when the initially gentle pulling of his hair became rough and some hairs were jerked out with their roots. “Aiii! Viktor! Stop that!” he growled, reaching up to pry the Vampire’s fingers loose.

“What…?” Viktor murmured, aggravated. “Don’t stop…!”

Lucian smiled wryly. “Keep your hands off my head. I am too young to lose my hair, especially this way.”

“Whatever… as long as you continue…” Viktor said with a frustrated moan, but he did withdraw his hands, stretching out his arms on the floor instead.

Lucian smirked and lowered his head to the Vampire’s crotch again. He nibbled at Viktor’s hard cock without taking it into his mouth and continued from there to the Elder’s tight balls, lapping at the wrinkled, sensitive skin. The skin of Viktor’s scrotum was slightly darker than the rest of his pale body. Lucian didn’t stop there either. He spread Viktor’s legs further apart, almost raising the Elder’s bottom off the floor and exposing his puckered entrance.

Viktor tensed. What was Lucian doing? He didn’t seriously think that…? The Vampire yelped in surprise when he felt the Lycan’s warm, wet tongue against his nether opening. Lucian was actually… Viktor didn’t know whether to feel honoured or grossed out. How could Lucian want to taste him down there? No one had ever performed this act on him before. It was…
The Elder had to confess that it was very pleasurable, and all doubts were erased from his mind. He melted in no time, and his tight entrance relaxed, opening like a rosebud. Lucian’s tongue continued its skilful ministrations, and Viktor could only revel in the sensation and gasp.

Circling the small, crinkled hole with his tongue and lips, the Lycan waited until it was ready to be probed. When he finally speared Viktor with the tip of his tongue, the Vampire was practically begging for it, moaning out his pleasure and thrashing despite Lucian’s attempts to keep him still. The Lycan took a firm hold on the Elder’s slim hips, pinning his lower body down. Lucian’s own erection was throbbing vehemently in his trousers, but he coldly ignored it. He would only focus on Viktor now.

The Vampire Lord roamed his hands over his own over-sensitive and stimulated body; pinching his nipples, caressing his stomach, and occasionally reaching down to stroke his now neglected cock. Not that it mattered much. What Lucian was doing to his orifice was good compensation.

“Can I put my fingers in you?” the Lycan suddenly asked, pulling Viktor out of his reverie. “Only my fingers,” Lucian quickly added.

“Oh, I… alright…” Viktor breathed in reply, too wound-up to object. What the hell. What was done to him now felt so damned good that he would not let a stupid thing like this spoil it. And if Lucian found his sweet spot…

A finger slick with spit gently breached the Elder and began to move within him. Lucian was happy with the development so far. He knew what Viktor’s insides felt like, but every time they had done this, he had lain beneath the Vampire and had no choice but letting Viktor control each and every move. The Elder also always prepared himself; Lucian’s fingers had never really been near this place before. Although Viktor had touched him like this many times, so he knew where to look for “the spot” within the Vampire. He could feel it with his finger; a small, spongy nub located behind the rectal wall, but Viktor’s reaction was enough to alert him that he had indeed hit it.

The Elder’s eyes were closed, but behind the eyelids, his eyes had taken the colour of ice-blue. He barely noticed it when Lucian added another finger, and then a third. All that existed to him was the ecstasy derived from the Lycan’s hands.

Lucian’s mind raced; he most desperately wanted to pull his fingers out and replace them with his cock, but there were certain… obstacles. Even if Viktor, dazed as he was, agreed to it, they had nothing more than spit to use as lubricant, and that might not be enough. Lucian could end up hurting the Elder.

So he restrained himself, circled and rubbed that special place inside the Vampire’s body, and brought Viktor to a body-racking climax without even touching his cock. The Elder’s creamy seed landed on his own chest and stomach and quickly began to cool in the rather chilly air.

Viktor lay still for over half a minute, panting and waiting for his pulse to return to normal. His limbs felt heavy all of a sudden, but he still lifted his hands and buried them in Lucian’s thick mass of hair. He had climaxed completely without manual stimulation. It was uncanny. Although Lucian had not even attempted to use anything beyond his fingers. It puzzled Viktor a little. The Lycan had been so eager to get on top of him, and this had been the perfect opportunity.

“Come here…” he panted and tugged lightly at Lucian’s hair, trying to pull him up for a kiss.

“Wait… I will lick you clean first…” the Lycan replied and began to lick the pearly drops of semen from Viktor’s crotch and torso. Luckily the Vampire had nearly no body hair, or the task would have proven difficult. Viktor’s cock had flagged, and the Elder was too spent to sustain another erection even though the Lycan used his mouth in a most provocative way. When he was finished, Lucian crawled on top of his lover, straddling his hips and bending forwards to kiss him. He held his hair back with one hand and hoped that Viktor would not mind the taste of his own essence.

“Oh God, Lucian…” Viktor’s head fell back and he smiled blessedly. “That was wonderful!”

Lucian grinned down at the flushed Vampire. “I’m happy that my Lord is pleased!”

Viktor could feel the hard length of Lucian’s erection against his stomach. Then it occurred to him: the Lycan had pleased him but not himself. In fact, Lucian still had his trousers on.

“Why didn’t you…? I mean…” Viktor began, nodding knowingly at the Lycan’s groin.

Lucian didn’t know what to answer. Sure, he could have taken his cock out and relieved himself, but for some reason he didn’t think that was what Viktor was asking.

“I thought that… I had nothing to ease the way with, and besides…” He bit his lip and looked down. “…it felt like I would have taken advantage of you.”

“Taken advantage of me? Oh, please!” Viktor snorted, not knowing whether to laugh or feel offended. “I am not exactly a blushing maiden, Lucian!”

“No, you’re not,” the Lycan agreed, and a new grin formed on his face. “So, do you want me to do it now? I’m still hard and ready!” he half-joked, grabbing himself through his trousers.

Viktor seemed to take him seriously. “What? Now? No, we have to head back. It’s not long until sunrise. Besides, I’m tired. I really have to rest. You certainly know how to tire me out, Lycan!”

Lucian chuckled. “Fine. Some other time, then. Don’t forget our deal.” He jumped to his feet and went to collect Viktor’s trousers, handing them to the naked Vampire still sitting on the floor. Viktor accepted the garment with a weary hand and started the cumbersome task of pulling the trousers on. It was difficult, as he didn’t yet feel steady enough to stand up. The Elder didn’t bother buttoning the last two buttons. All he wanted now was to get to his chambers, curl up in his large, comfortable bed, and sleep all day. He sighed heavily. Lucian was standing up, waiting for him. Viktor didn’t like having someone look down at him. His height mostly allowed him to look down at others, and he was used to that.

Suddenly the Lycan stretched out his hand to the Elder, offering him help getting to his feet. Viktor regarded the proffered limb with a frown. He was exhausted, but not *that* exhausted!

When Lucian noticed Viktor’s obstinate expression and unwillingness to accept the hand, a mischievous idea blossomed in his mind. He bent down in the blink of an eye and scooped the Vampire’s body into his arms.

“Your carriage has arrived, my Lord Viktor!” he grinned.

“Lucian…!” the Elder exclaimed. “What are you…? Put me down!” He objected at first, but the silliness of it all amused him. Viktor flung his arms around Lucian’s neck, and a deep, rumbling laughter erupted from his throat.

The Lycan couldn’t remember hearing Viktor laugh ever before. The sound of it was like music to his ears. “Whereto, my Lord?” he asked in a mock-formal voice, although it was difficult to stay serious. He held it back simply because he risked dropping Viktor in case he burst out laughing.

“That way,” the Elder informed him, pointing to a door which was not the exit. “I must change back into my regular clothing before we leave.”

Lucian obeyed his Lord’s command and headed to the door carrying his prize. He noted that Viktor was a bit more substantial than Sonja, but he did not weigh much in the Lycan’s arms.

“So… do you wish to spend the day with me?” the Elder inquired, playfully nuzzling Lucian’s neck and bearded jaw. “Only to sleep, of course,” he added. “I don’t have energy for anything more right now.”

“How could one decline such an invitation?” Lucian replied, and they both smiled when he finally lowered Viktor to the floor. The bruise on the Vampire’s face had already started to fade.

*~*~*

Kraven’s natural brown eyes turned clear blue with fury as the watched them from the entrance to the dojo, partially hidden behind the heavy door. Viktor was lying on the floor, stark naked, with a Lycan’s - a LYCAN’S - head between his splayed thighs, pleasuring him in the most intimate way. The beast was using his tongue on the Elder, licking him in places that not even Kraven would touch with his mouth.

The younger Vampire’s fury grew by every passing second. The sight before him made him nauseated, but at the same time he could not turn his eyes away. Viktor had rejected him for THAT?! A beast? An animal? A Lycan?

What did that filthy creature possibly have that he, Kraven, did not? Suddenly it was all so clear to him. This was Viktor’s new, secret lover with whom the Elder spent nearly all his free time behind closed doors! What was happening before him in the dojo was an act between experienced bed partners. It was not a tentative first-time. Viktor and the Lycan seemed to know each other’s bodies perfectly.

When the beast replaced his tongue with his fingers, Kraven seriously believed that he would vomit. The next object going inside Viktor was probably the Lycan’s cock, he concluded. What was the slave’s name, again? Lucius? No, Lucian.

The young Vampire did not know whom to hate more - the Elder or his filthy Lycan pleasure slave. Had not Viktor always looked down upon Vampires that used Lycans to satisfy their sexual urges?

What a hypocrite! Kraven had to suppress a snarl. Letting the enraptured couple hear him would not do. Well, he hardly needed to worry about Viktor, but the Lycan’s senses still were razor sharp.

Viktor apparently did not even bother being discrete! He had brought the Lycan to the dojo. As far as Kraven knew, no Lycan had ever been allowed in the dojo before. The Elder was breaking his own rules, and now he lay there, moaning and crying out like a wanton whore from the beast’s ministrations. Kraven clenched his teeth so hard that his jaw began to ache. He would not tolerate this. He felt beyond disrespected. Somehow he would get his revenge on Viktor. Somehow…

He watched the Elder climax and how the obedient Lycan lapdog licked every drop of seed from Viktor’s body. He watched the Vampire Lord’s beautiful hands affectionately playing with the animal’s long, tangled mane. He watched them kiss. Viktor was *kissing* a Lycan. This simply could not be true, and yet Kraven knew that it was.

He wanted desperately to leave, but he was bound to see where this went. Kraven didn’t know what hurt him more - that the Lycan got to have what he didn’t, or that Viktor seemed so… happy. The Elder was happy. He even laughed merrily when the animal picked him up from the floor and playfully swung him around in his arms. Viktor never laughed. This was not the same Viktor who ruled the coven with his iron fist. This was… someone else.

Tears threatened to seep from the young Vampire’s eyes. Why not him? What could the Lycan offer Viktor that he couldn’t? He just couldn’t understand, and it was consuming him from the inside. It was not fair. The Elder would pay for this.

Viktor had very few weaknesses, and Kraven knew this. Sonja was one of them, and she was quite an attractive Vampiress, but if he touched the Elder’s daughter without his permission, Viktor would carve out his heart and feed it to his dogs. It was not an option. His second weakness seemed to be the Lycan. Lucian. The idea repulsed him, but Kraven was sure it would be effective. He could try to seduce Lucian and lure him away from Viktor. Yes… he would do it. He would teach Viktor what it was like to be rejected and pushed aside. Soon…


Finis