"I Consecrate my Soul to Thee" Witch/Demon AU

[zauberdecke]

[ There was a very specific reason why Essek was here at this moment.

All around him was gathered components, and within his hand he held chalk with which he was drawing the familiar pentagram that would assist in his mission. For his entire life, he had been gatekept, he came from a long line of witches, all of them female; the power passed down through matriarchal laws and blood-- from woman to woman.

However he was the black sheep, the one who had been given far more power than was comfortable for the bloodline in which it had been strictly locked up. Because of this, no female line could inherit and even right now etched into his chest was a binding spell that was unbreakable though oh, how he had tried. It had been placed there by he who he had been given in marriage to; locked until at which point a female was conceived which would then continue the line downward.

There was nothing more vengeful than a cat who had been caged, and right now Essek Thelyss was out for blood and perhaps even a healthy dose of revenge. There was that intrinsic longing for freedom to do what he wanted, not wanting to be bound by tradition to a familial coven who cared more about the line than him. He wanted to put a stop to it, perhaps even get this angry scar of a sigil on his chest removed, wanting night upon night of assault to end.

He did not care what he summoned, the only thing he wanted was for whatever power he could bid to rise to invoke retribution, to free him. Logically he knew that he would be entrusting his fate into the devil he did not know-- but at this point in time, that seemed far preferrable.

And that was how he had roped Alex into this. Someone who was well versed in the rituals if not well practiced; he could not do this alone because there was so much that could go wrong. Best to have two hands in it, even though he knew that it was not Alex's job to intervene but rather to 'watch' but he was desperate, and Alex knew how much he hated Adeen.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and it was then that Essek finished the circle and then set his chalk down gently. ]

The circle is complete, the components are gathered.. it is time.

Comments

[zauberdecke]

[ At first Essek paid attention to the nuance of Bren's tone, the way that he seemed almost nervous-- the faintest of trembling of fingers right against his stomach-- a flutter. Then came the words that sank into his psyche and settled there. A life within and wasn't that a very poetic way of putting it; that had to sink in.

Adeen had attempted to get him pregnant, but to no avail; did not stop him from trying of course. He had actually thought it would not be possible, and he had been quite content with that. But Bren told him that he was breeding in so many words, and he knit his brows together. ] How.. how do you know that I am...?

[ He had not pushed Bren aside, that was a good start. But he was asking questions, because as a scholar it was natural instincts to. ]

--

Huevos... Rancheros?

[ You must pardon him, Alex-- however he had not had any proper mexican food aside from what Alex had made in the apartment for the past few days; he was so out of the loop that it would be one new experience after another. ]

I am familiar with blueberries and pancakes, just not together.

[ Man Alex, you were going to open this Demon's world in so many ways. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Bren was honestly surprised that Essek hadn't wrested away from him yet, but he did not dare hope that this would last. He knew it must be a lot to take in, that the drow was probably wrapping his mind around it all.

Still, the question drew a soft, tender brush of his thumb against the other man's navel where it rested.]

I can feel them. Small but already so strong. Their life, their power... a mix of yours, and of my own.

--

[Oh. Oh Henry. Alex turned to look at him as best he could while still walking and still relying on Henry to help him keep his balance as they made their way back into his apartment.]

Eggs. Tortillas. Salsa on top. Little bit of pico de gallo, maybe an avocado slice or two.

[And not even blueberry pancakes?? A sigh.]

You are a babe in the woods, Grandpa. I have so much to teach you.

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek was thinking clearly about what was being revealed; that he was pregnant and it was not Adeen's child; that already made it far better than if he had thought it had been-- he placed his hand over Bren's almost delicately. The complete opposite of drawing away, more to keep Bren there, he looked down at the wet hands joined over his navel and then he took a deep breath. ]

But Adeen does not know that it is anyone's child but his, this child.. our child can be used to keep me from visiting Adeen's bed. [ That was a mercy, such a beautiful mercy-- and he could almost feel the mist welling up in his eyes; that meant that he could be free from Adeen's bed.

Forever.

It also meant that they would have to work within a set time frame now. ] Eight months to make him pay and then make our escape.

--

I am...

[ He said as kept Alex steady, he would not point out that it was him that was keeping the other man steady while they walked. Though it was true that Alex was going to teach him so much about things, food, places-- all of the things that he had been missing out. ] I suppose you could say that I spent most of my time reading classical literature in hell; I've had very little time to go out-- and the last time I truly did was the late 70s, early 80s.. and that was a different beast.

[internationalrelations]

[Bren reflexively tightened his arms around Essek as that hand settled over his own. Our child was what drew tears into his own eyes and he turned to press his face into Essek's wet hair, steadying himself to not dissolve into as much a mess as he felt himself to be.]

Our child.

[He agreed.] Adeen will not touch you again. This will make certain of that, ja.

[And beyond that.] I will take care of you. Of both of you.

--

[Alex managed to fish his housekey out from his pocket and fumbled a few times to jab it into the lock and get the door open. It was not his finest showing given his current state of being.]

Wow. You're such a nerd.

[But the words sounded fond, endeared even. He was a smitten fool of a man in love right now. Likely always would be.]

That's all right. I'll show you everything. Starting with huevos rancheros.

[zauberdecke]

[ He could think strategically about it; it was yet another protective barrier around him and one that was invaluable; he had not yet really thought about what it would mean to be a mother but it would fill his waking moments, his fingers curved over Bren's nevertheless. ] I am not unhappy about this, I did not expect to become a mother.. or even to want to become a mother, but I do not mind it if it is not Adeen's.. if it is yours.

[ The more he sat with it, the more he would be enamored with the thought of having a child, and that protective instinct would surge within him. ] Now, I do not mean to veer from the conversation but I think that the fact that I shall never have to have sex with Adeen again bears some sort of celebration...

--

You are not going to show me Huevos Rancheros now though, I do not think that I trust you to be in the kitchen; you will let me cook for you. [ Toasted Cheese, it would be better if Alex did have something to settle the stomach. ] How are you feeling, dizzy? Nauseous?

[ He was inquiring as he pushed hte door open and then guided Alex into the quiet house, and he was the one who shut the door behind them-- firmly and securely locking it. ] You should have some water, that will also help flush the drug from your system.

[internationalrelations]

I... I am glad. Very glad. I never hoped to have children of my own, but I...

[He would have hoped if he'd been braver, if he hadn't expected he didn't deserve anything even remotely like that.]

This child is a piece of you. I will love them as I love you, with every beat of my heart until my existence ceases.

[Oh yeah by the way, Essek, he loved you. A lot. Truly, madly, deeply. Full Savage Garden.]

--

Yessir.

[Alex gave a very woozy little salute at that order.]

You're the chef tonight.

[He looked surprised at the question. How did Henry know? ...oh right because he was drugged and it was not remotely subtle what had happened.]

I'm a little dizzy, but I'm fine. Nothing to worry about. Just a bit woozy.

[zauberdecke]

[ Wait.. what?

Essek looked up at Bren with those wide eyes that did not know how to comprehend this. Tell him he was pregnant and he could take it with a grain of salt, could accept it-- perhaps even with far more grace then he would've if it was anyone elses. But Bren just.. did he? His fingers clutched against hand, because just like Bren-- he did not think himself worthy of love.

Desire yes, many desired him and he ignored so many of them.

But love? His voice spoke. ] You cannot possibly be.. in love with me? [ He knew he was beautiful, but that was not the same as being loveable now was it. ]

--

You are also not leaving my sight.

[ Henry said as he very carefully steered him toward the kitchen. ] You will mark it against a counter and avoid all open flames, knives and heaven objects. [ This was a direct order and Henry could be push and autocratic, he was not afraid to throw his weight around.

[ Because I won't let you do anything remotely fun, you are free to tell all the horrible jokes you want, without fear of reprisal.

[internationalrelations]

[Bren seemed to realize what he had said right about the same time that Essek did, and he could feel the heat rising in his face. He blushed more than one might expect a powerful demon to blush. Honestly he was a terrible excuse for a demon all things considered.

And that cat was out of the bag. Bren would not deny the truth of it, when it was a singular, unassailable truth.]

How could I be anything but? [It wasn't even a possibility. He looked down into those unfathomable eyes.] My brilliant, resilient treasure. I have watched you for so long now. I have seen everything you are, how strong you remain despite what was taken from you.

--

Bossy...

[Alex muttered, but he wasn't really fussing for anything but show. He knew that Henry was right, that he was in no state to be left to his own devices. And that he currently had no business near anything sharp or open flame or well, much of anything.]

Wow. My jokes are great. But fine, for the night, this is Hell's Kitchen.

[And so it began]

[zauberdecke]

[ Not a terrible excuse, a perfect ones.

Essek watched the way that emotion changed Bren; the naked longing that had been imprinted upon those features, the windows to the soul that could only be authentic. Such a strange mixture of hard and soft, he'd seen the way that the Demon had been protective at the club, had seen the sheer possessiveness. But he did not think he deserved nice things, that was clearly obvious by the way that he held himself now-- resembling as a wet bedraggled cat here in the shower.

He slipped his hand from Bren's and then buried those slender skillful fingers in the wet tangled locks of Bren's hair, and then he slipped on his tip toes until mouth met mouth, wet from the misted shower. Essek was not good at words, but he was learning at this, and so he communicated with his kiss and with the body that pressed up so sweetly to Bren's. ]

--

You know, just because of that-- I will up the Ante.

[ Henry said as with one hand he went to reach for a loaf of bread that was twisted and tucked. He furrowed his brows and searched for the twist tie of which there was nothing. ]

But before that, we seriously need to get you a bread box.

[ Once he opened the bag of bread, he unbuttoned his shirt so that Alex could get a nice view of his chest as he cooked; this was the ante of course. It was rather helpful to be a demon of whom flames/oil spatters were impervious to. He then opened the door to survey the cheese options. ] Alright, what are we working with here.

[ Henry already knew he would do the grocery shopping in this household. Where was the Brie? Burrata? Camembert? ]

[internationalrelations]

[Bren didn't need the words. Bren did not expect they would be returned, after all. The fact that Essek had decided not to pull away from him was still a miracle. So imagine Bren's surprise as those fingers sank into his hair and he was being kissed.

Life had never been better, really.

He circled his arms around the drow more securely and kissed him back like he was receiving a blessing from a heaven that he had never dreamed of being allowed to glimpse.]

--

...a bread box? Seriously?

[Alex echoed, eyebrows lifting. Did people still own those? His old fashioned ancient demon. The unbuttoning was not lost on him though, and his interest was quite adeptly piqued.

Cheese options, however, would likely leave Henry disappointed. There were American "cheese" slices in there. And some decent shredded cheddar and cheddar mixes. But nothing more than what one might expect a single bachelor who regularly ate handfuls of said shredded cheese at midnight standing barefoot in his kitchen would have in his fridge.

Alex could cook. Alex just did not often bother, when it was only himself.]

[zauberdecke]

[ There was no doubt about it that Essek felt a great tenderness for this Demon, but he also felt quite a bit of lust that was perhaps inspired by those words. Also lust, because he still was quite a bit frisky from their club expedition; and with the promise of his lover in the shower with him. His fingers clung tightly to Bren while he bit at that lower lip.

Oh yes, he was feeling like he wanted Bren in this moment, such was the very pointed urgency of the kiss-- the biting of teeth and the way that Essek's body all but wanted to melt against Bren's form as if he was the water droplets kissing that skin. ]

--

A bread box is a perfectly valid part of any kitchen. [ And so was such things as a whisk, a hand mixer, perhaps one of those non-electric can-openers where you wedged it against the can and then you pulled back the tin? He was for the most part uncertain of modern conveniences, the fridge and the sound that the ice maker made netted it more then a few rather sus looks. ]

I am going to the market tomorrow, and you are coming with me.

[ He said this with something akin to resolute while he started to coat a few pieces of bread liberally with butter, and thank god it was real butter and not margarine. He would have had a fit. Though Alex did have milk so he could make butter.. and possibly cheese if he was feeling desperate. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Bren could feel that heat of desire building between them. He was all too happy to answer it with his own growing hunger. He wanted this man completely, always, heart and soul and body. He purred, a soft, low rumble as his lips parted, tongue coaxing its way past Essek's lips.

His hands slide over water-damp skin, down to grip at slender hips, to urge them closer. Yeah, no cleaning was happening in here. Oh well. Dirtying was more fun anyway. They could worry about clean later.]

--

Sure, yeah. Breadbox. Should we get a butter churn too? Some jello molds?

[Alex couldn't actually think of any other old fashioned kitchen things. He'd struggled on that last one, going from colonial times straight into the 1950s. Either way.]

We can go to the market though. Whatever you want, Baby.

[He was not inclined to say no to Henry. Besides, he really really liked the idea of doing something so purely domestic with the other man.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek latched onto that tongue like a man starving for it, sucking that tongue into his mouth while he was pulled up against his demon's hard taut body, he could taste that purr and he answered it by wrapping his other arm around that shoulder to press himself closer and closer; it made sense though-- for all he had to do was look at Bren and want him.

Perhaps that was what had caused this child growing within him, that unalterable heat that had translated it to something that had made all of the stars align. He had been absolutely pliant to Bren's body to the point where he had needed very little preparation at all, just a slide and Bren could be inside him.

And gods, he ached for him in a way that defied all reason. ]

--

[ Simp...

Also Henry did give Alex a look at the term butter churn though he said matter of factly, as he turned on the oven-- after all a proper english cheese toast was done underneath the broiler of the oven. Of which he was spreading the cheese rather generously over the top of it, along with a little salt and pepper. ]

You can make butter in a jar too...

[ He set the pan on the top of the stove, six pieces of cheese toast because well-- drinking made one hungry and also it would do to get Alex something inside his stomach to soak up those drugs. ]

This time confuses me a little, so many... gadgets I guess is the word for it?

[internationalrelations]

[Bren shifted to move closer to the wall of the shower, moving to trap the drow up against there. His hands couldn't seem to keep still, roaming over every inch of that lithe, slender body, over soft skin and sharp angles, subtler curves.

He broke away from Essek's lips to let his mouth wander down and along his jaw, his neck, slow and savoring each taste of skin, tongue lapping the water from the shower spray beading there.]

I want you, Schatz.

--

Seriously?

[Learn something new everyday. He was not well versed on butter making, so he would have to take Henry's word for it. Wandering closer, he peered over the demon's shoulder to see what he was doing.

Then he wrapped his arms around Henry's waist from behind, setting his chin right down on that shoulder. Sorry, Henry. Were you trying to do something? Because Alex was feeling needy and clingy.]

Do you have a cellphone? Because we should totally get you a cellphone. So I can send you in appropriate text messages when you're in important demon royalty business meetings or whatever.

[zauberdecke]

[ He felt the scratch of Bren's beard against his skin and the moan that he uttered was almost sinful in the way that it came out, something sensual and well pleasured; all the while, his leg hooked against Bren's thigh even as his back made contact with the warm shower wall.

For anyone else, he would balk at this being made vulnerable-- but this two was an aspect of love for he trusted Bren enough, trusted him to invade his space like this. He gripped that hair tighter as he spoke, and those words were husked with pleasure like wine. ] Please, Chathtiu-- fill me, make me yours.

[ With an effortless grace, he adjusted gravity slightly so as to make it easier up against a wall; his own body weighing less so as to ease whatever it was that Bren was planning on doing to him up against a wall. ]

--

[ Alex would have no complaints here, especially since Henry found he liked this intimacy and Alex invading his space-- he was absolutely a puppy person and so if he didn't want to be constantly cuddled then he would've gotten a cat of a human. But Alex was Alex, and the oven did have to heat up. ]

A cellphone? Is that the thing that everyone holds while they are walking-- to the extent that they cannot see what is in front of them?

[ Though he managed to catch the last part of that statement, the one just before demon royalty. ] Inapporopriate?

[ Listen Alex, he could not fathom the concept of sexting-- congratulations, you've netted yourself a GILF. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Gods, his beautiful, flawless treasure. His Essek. He could feel the shift in magic, of gravity itself, around them, and that was a delicious thing. Bren took full advantage of it, stepping closer, hands setting at Essek's hips, slipping down so he can cup beneath his ass and lifting him up so pin him up properly against the wall.]

You are already mine, Liebling.

[But he would happily make that claim again and again. His fingers slipped in to tease a slow circle around Essek's entrance.] But I will lay my claim again.

--

[It was good that Henry liked it because Alex was an affectionate thing, given to touch and closeness when he was allowed, when it was welcome. He was a puppy of a human being, one that was currently nuzzling his way into the crook of Henry's neck, taking in a deep breath to bask in the scent of him.]

Mmhmm. But we can skip the screen zombie phase.

[A slow smile at the next question.]

That's right. Totally inappropriate. Scandalous. Salacious even. The sort of messages you wouldn't want anyone else getting a look at. Maybe accompanied by a picture or two.

[zauberdecke]

[ There was a definite thrill at the sharp tang of possession as Bren lifted him up and pinned him to the wall, along with the assurance that he was the Demon's-- those violet eyes flared almost instantly to gold, subsumed completely like molten amber.

He was very aroused and a spark of that heat remained, certainly enough that it would be possible for Bren to put another jewel within him, to glow alongside that pearl.

His fingertips played alongside the back of Bren's neck, and then he arched at the very intimate touch-- a touch that he would only allow to Bren. ] I like being yours, I crave it-- [ he leaned in and nipped the corner of that mouth, trying to get as much contact as was feasibly possible. ]

Everything of mine is yours. [ how to say I love you without saying those exact words? Well Essek had just said it in his own way. ]

--

[ Technology was a mysterious things and he had not walked enough in this human realm enough to have interacted with its nuances including of course cellphones. But here was Alex plastered up against him and saying the most distracted things. ]

What sort of pictures?

[ He was intrigued especially when it came to Alex. He had to shift to put the pan of cheese bread in the oven and then he could devote his entire attention to Alex while his mental timer started. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Bren, a whisper of magic on his lips, slid a conveniently slickened finger slowly inside the drow. He could feel the press of Essek's arousal, hard and eager, against his own stomach, liked the knowledge of the effect he had on his pact keeper.

And oh those words that threatened to undo him.]

Mine... my treasure. My love.

[A vow of sorts made directly to Essek's lips as he slowly worked him open.]

--

Depends on my mood. Could be of my cute face. Could be of my touching places I wished your hands were. Could be me pretending a popsicle is something else I'd like to get my mouth on. Lots of possibilities.

[Alex just murmuring this all directly to Henry's ear the way he was draped all over him in this moment.

Until Henry had to move to cook. Alex would let him do that, stepping back until he was leaning back against the nearby counter.]

What kind of pictures would you want, sweetheart?

[zauberdecke]

[ Oh yes, Essek liked that quite a bit-- the finger deep inside of him being worked slowly but surely; even though he was spread wide and open for the other man, he also enjoyed the touch for what it was-- it felt like Bren was making sure that this was absolutely pleasurable for him. No pain and not even a shred of discomfort.

In response, Essek applied his mouth to the water-slick column of Bren's neck-- teeth lightly nipping while his body arched primed and ready for Bren's every touch.

--

[ The cheese toast was in the oven and he could use a bit of time to rake his eyes over Alex's though it was respectful; honestly he knew that Alex was under the effect of the drugs and he did not want to do something that may make him sick though he could be convinced. ]

But what are the point of pictures when I could have you touching places for me while you are right there with me?

[ The concept of being apart hadn't occured to him though it would happen eventually-- after all he could not follow Alex into the Talamasca Headquarters, at least not as he was. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Bren hissed his approval of those teeth scraping at his skin. Good, more of that He enjoyed Essek's sharper sides, even as he kept his own touches -- in this moment at least -- gentle and careful, tenderly working Essek open because, yes, he wanted this to be nothing but bliss for his pactkeeper.]

You undo me, Schatz...

[Fingers slipping free, he instead positioned himself at that entrance, seeking out those eyes, star-flooded gaze.]

--

[Alex laughed, eyebrows lifting, and he shrugged one shoulder.]

There may come a time we're not in the same room, you know.

[He reached a hand out towards Henry to beckon him closer. Alex was still shrugging off the drugs, yes, but he was at ease and comfortable, safe with Henry. He also knew that he wanted his demon who had swept in and rescued him, who was taking care of him even now.

So he wanted to see what he could do to make that rake of those eyes significantly less respectful.]

But... I like it better when we are.

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek was uncertain if he could properly convey the way that he was consistently undone by Bren, by the way that his lover had taken him by surprise and now he was tied up in him thoroughly and completely. The moment that Bren poised at his entrance and slipped in, the Demon would feel Essek melt like butter around him to accept him-- a powerfully slow and slick slide until he was resting against that 'still open womb'. And then Essek let out a half-purr and half moan.

Heavy lidded eyes that did not steer away from Bren's.

He wanted to nip against Bren's lips and so he did, a plea coming from his mouth. ] Fuck me... hard, I need to feel your weight for days.

--

[ A moth to the flame, that was Henry, and so he found himself follow that beckoning though he was careful to keep counter watch on the oven. ]

Well, I have seen the trouble that seems to follow you so maybe following you is a good idea. [ Trouble followed Alex, not necessarily that Alex caused it. ]

But I think you could surprise me
[ arms wrapped around Alex's shoulders ] When I get a phone... eventually]

[internationalrelations]

[Bren groaned as he sank into that perfectly yielding body, the way that the drow's body welcomed him inside, as if they were made for each other, a perfect joining of two hearts who had been searching for one another for lifetimes. His hips were pressed flush to the other man's ass, relishing in the feeling of being fully enveloped by that tight passage, his prick buried as deeply as it could be.

He met those lips, an answering bite, catching that plus lower lip between his teeth, worrying it until it was flushed and reddened before soothing his tongue along it.]

As you wish, anything you wish...

[Bren would give Essek exactly what he asked for, a slow, painstakingly, achingly slow drawing back before he thrust forward, hard, pinning Essek to the wall with each crash against him, deep, filling him fully again and again and again.]

--

[Henry coming back closer to him softened Alex's expression into a smile, a heat turning whiskey-dark eyes molten as he watched the other man.]

Right yeah, we've established you're a stalker. I forgot.

[Alex teased. He settled his hands at Henry's hips, slipping slowly beneath the hemline of his shirt so he could brush fingertips against warm skin. He looked at the demon's handsome face, the strong, sharp lines of his jaw, of cheekbones that were so perfect they could certainly draw blood without much effort. Very pretty thing, the man he'd given his soul and then his heart to.]

Mm... we're totally getting you one asap.

[So the texting could begin.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Bren would feel like all of Essek was melting around him, the arms around shoulders and the thighs encasing hips. There was also the way that the walls clenched around Bren's very generous prick, and the Demon was most assuredly going to make the other man's shealth conform and only fit to him.

Forehead to forehead as Bren pumped into him; his mouth parted slightly so that they were sharing gasping breaths. With each thrust, his back pressed against the wall and accepting Bren into himself. Those sweet low moans that were soft and like a caress that was very near physical.

---

Well, I am a stalker but only for you-- because you were always the only one worth trailing. [ There was a considering look as he remembered some people from the far past. ] Well it's been so long that I hardly count Christopher Marlowe and Oscar Wilde.

[ But those two were absolutely out of his mind as he watched Alex slowly infiltrate his space (in the best way possible) and then the handsy started. Of course he was going to check in on Alex because he needed to-- he leaned in to rest his forehead against the other man's. ]

You are feeling better?

[ Please tell him, because after cheese toast there may very well be fucking involved. Especially when Alex was acting like a slithering snake around his form, in the most metaphysical way possible. ]

[internationalrelations]

[They were both made for each other. Bren was just enough of a hopeless romantic to have those sorts of thoughts, to believe them somewhere deep in his heart. They moved with one another, a tangle of limbs and need. Moans and breaths that echoed around the tiled walls of the shower.

Bren murmured encouragements and praise, promises that this was real and true between them, that he would do anything for Essek, to keep him safe, to make him happy.]

Oh my treasure... I am close... I am going to fill you, mark you as mine again.

--

...am I seriously going to have to be jealous of the Dorian Gray guy?

[Alex grumbled, mostly teasing. Mostly. Maybe there would be a tiny little flicker of jealousy when he saw certain novels and plays. It was fine.

He stilled as Henry leaned against him and decided to go and continue being sweet, looking after him. Looking out for him. Alex smiled, warm and beamingly affectionate before he tilted his chin up to brush his lips against the demon's, even as his hands slipped slowly around and up against the small of his back.]

Much, yeah. 'm home. I'm with you. I'm good.

[zauberdecke]

[ It would not take much for Essek to come again, and Bren's cock pistoning into him and right against his womb caused a delicious tremble to go through him, his head fell back but only so that he could speak. The words were hissed out, but they were clear and likely Bren would recognize the language. ] Usstan ssinssrigg dos

[ It was the possessive word for love, but it was love professed. It was deep and passionate, it was dark and all consumming. Nothing tender or gentle, it was made of blood offerings and it was for Bren.

Trembling and then he came, hard and fast against Bren-- his walls clenching hot and unceasing while rivulets of thick come pearled against Bren's abdomen to mingle with the dew of shower water. ]

--

My love, he is a literal corpse now.

[ Henry said as he pressed a soft kiss to Alex's temples as they stood their twined up in each other, but there was another shadow to it as well. ] Also I love you, whereas I was only fascinated by the Dorian Gray guy. So I think you have the leg up on that.

[ Alex had indelibly marked his territory and Henry would never forget him, would never forget that his love had always been for this bright and incandescent man. ] Good, I will never take advantage of you unless I have consent.