"Broken Shards"

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"In the dark
I need to taste the blood
Go on, draw another line
We can cross this time."
- Blindfold by Sleeping Wolf

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[ Essek Thelyss: Shadowhand to the Dynasty.

One who reached further then the Luxon would allow, who would do absolutely anything for knowledge. Oh no, the man did not care for power, not really. He wanted to cast himself into the portal of knowing, he wanted to surrender himself to books and learning without having to deal with the mundanities of socio-politics that all of the Kryn engaged in. It was tedious and it filled him with sickness even as he plastered on an urbane smile for all and sundry to see.

Within the Dynasty, it was customary to take pets of the Empire; they were brought in across the border of Asarius, across the mountains and into the Dynasty. There were Dynasty born pets on the other side, both lost to the ravages of the other's civilization, generally never to be seen again.

Essek had never really had an interest to begin with when it came to pets; at the market he carefully avoided the slave blocks where those not of the Dynasty were paraded around. However, it had come to this-- it had come to his trading of the Beacon, and in return he recieved a Volstrucker to serve him. And yet, for all of that, Essek Thelyss had not thought he would receive a broken Volstrucker.

In fair trade, he and recieved a dossier on the man in question and had perused it with only a small semblance of annoyance while Trent Ikithon had assured him that a man like him could be rebuilt, the honeyed words of a silken snake which Essek recognized.

After all did not a predator recognize another predator? So now he held in his household a man whom had to be guarded carefully, though Essek was not cruel despite how he imagined Dynasty pets were treated, the cage that he had placed this Volstrucker named Bren within, well it was comfortable-- he'd seen pictures of Vergossen so he supposed it must be far better than that place. But he had not precisely interacted with him-- most of his unseen servants were given the walking of him, the care and maintenance of him.

Perhaps because he did not precisely know what to do with him, or what use he had for something broken. Though he arguably did not know what manner of broken the Volstrucker was, but after a week-- he decided perhaps it was time to summon him and see for himself; acertain what sort of work was cut out for him.

If this man was worth putting back together again.

So it was one evening, he had the Empire man summoned to his chambers. ]

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[ Essek felt that plea even if he did not precisely hear it-- it was in the subtle vibrations of that body, perhaps even the soft muffled sounds at the back of the throat that he could nearly taste; his own face flushed even as he drew himself in closer and gave himself to what was being offered. The kiss roiled through the both of them with such intensity and his eyes had already fallen shut so that Bren could feel the faintest tickle of lashes against the tops of his cheeks.

And there was a jolt as he explored, drank up Bren like a draught that would bring him clarity.

It was the calm before the storm, it was that slow awakening like in zemnian fairytales where the Princess was awakening. Essek was slowly unfurling and it was underneath Bren's hands that he was able to do so. Perhaps other things would not be so difficult. He drew away, but it felt nearly drugged as if it would be a small matter to lean back in, to follow back through. ]

This is.. alright?

[ This would not violate trust, would it? ] You.. like this too? [ And unfortunately the warmth that flooded him was causing him to ask quite a few stupid questions, that was what happened when every thought in your brain was starting to siphon downward like sands in an hourglass. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren felt weak-kneed. Of course he did. He'd wrapped his mind fully around the fact that he was attracted to Essek; his body had made that shamefully clear on more than one occasion. But what he was forced to confront in this moment was just how far beyond physical attraction this went, how he truly was eager to offer his heart and soul in addition to his body if his master gave him the inclination he might want them.

Not brave enough to say for certain, but Bren felt like this was something beyond the physical way that an owner might be expected to make use of his plaything.

He was more certain of that when the kiss broke for that moment and the drow spoke. It took a moment for him to wrap his comprehension around the words, around the realization that Essek was asking him for permission. Was checking with him. When it was unquestionably his master's right to take what he wanted.

It made that heat in Bren, the desire, all the warmer with a burgeoning and near overwhelming affection.]

Ja. I like it very much.

[A flicker of a smile and he tilted his chin, not to steal another kiss, but to brush his nose along Essek's in a dangerously affectionate little nuzzle.]

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[ He liked it.

Very much even.

This made Essek's breath catch in his throat and then he was starting to pull Bren to the staircase. He was not so far gone that he did not understand that perhaps a library may not be the best place at the moment even if there was a bit of romance here in this moment. He was giving the redheaded Pet direction so that they could head back to the rooms. ]

I should.. let you sleep.

[ He should and yet... curiosity still burned within him, a steady flame that had been recently enkindled. ] You are very tired probably?

[ He'd used tired as an excuse many a times in the beginning with Adeen, when it had been insistent-- before Essek had narrowed it down to a single night a month. But, he thought about the words that Bren had spoken, about wanting to please him and he'd never had assistance before; neither had he ever had Adeen take invested interest in making sure that he enjoyed each encounter; which really was Bren's gain. ] Unless you are not--?

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren fell into step with Essek, letting himself be led with no resistance whatsoever. So long as his hand was held within Essek's, well, Bren would follow anywhere in all likelihood. Especially at the moment while his heart was fluttering and skipping over itself in his chest and his feet felt like they weren't exactly touching the ground.

He looked up at the mention of sleep, the first question with a considering hum.

The Volstrucker had been much more tired a moment or two before, before he knew what Essek's lips tasted like. Now? Oh now he was awake and who needed sleep anyway, if the alternative had anything to do with those lips or hands on him, if he had a chance to be able to please his master this way.

That last question, it drew a smile over his lips once more.]

I'm feeling quite awake right now, actually.

[And then because Essek's desires mattered too.] Are you?

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[ Essek paused on one of the steps, and with that there was less of a disparity between their heights; therefore he was on eyelevel with Bren now-- able to look at the other man without raising himself to a float. But he had not felt uncomfortable on his feet with having to look up at Bren--- rather the other man had a softness that did not attempt to overpower his own autonomy.

His palm rested on Bren's shoulder and he very subtly smoothed it in a manner that was attempting to be seductive, though it came out as more fastidious than anything.

Essek Thelyss realized he was not built for seduction, not really. ]

I am not too terribly tired, I think I could use some assistance getting to trance-- like last night.

[ His ears burned with the act of outwardly voicing his desires to someone else however he managed to keep the shyness out of his voice-- thankfully he was not timid whatsoever. And oh, how it was a novelty to insinuate this even if he had too much pride to ask this of someone he loathed, But Bren was different, and not just because of their station disparity. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[It worked on Bren on a seductive level. That touch had all his attention, fastidious and alluring and entirely compelling. He looked up to meet his master's gaze. His face flushed at the words and the sudden thrill they sent through him, electric and hot.]

Oh.

[Color him very very interested. Leaning in, he was the one to graze his lips against Essek's this time, tentative but eager. Oh so eager.]

Will you let me help you tonight, Master?

[Quiet and eager, near breathless with the rush of desire and excitement already. Like a puppy, so ready and hopeful to be able to please.]

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[ the force of Bren's eagerness almost blew him away, it was so touchingly eager and sincere and he felt keenly the desire to please him irrevocably-- how could he resist that entreaty?

There was no possible way as Essek was finding himself sentimental over his Pet-- and from he who was not sentimental in the slighest. But also there was a healthy bit of pent up lust that had been locked up tight and generally let out in only the most utilitarian ways.

He felt that sweet tribute of mouth brushing against his own and then he let out a hum as he started to tug against that hand to lead him up the stairs-- toward the door that would lead to the corridor and therefore the bedroom. ]

I would allow you to help as you have been a very good Pet and I.. enjoyed our kisses.

[ which meant that more kisses could be on the table between the two of them, considering that Essek previous-to had not enjoyed them in the slightest. ]

[ausgebrannt]

Thank you, Master.

[Allowed this was a greater treat than the library, somehow.

Bren fell back into step, no longer trying not to think of the way that Essek's hand felt curled around and tangled with his, no longer trying to rein his imagination in at the thought of what his master might sound like in his pleasure when he wasn't trying to keep quiet with surreptitiously hidden touches. Nope, he was fully awash in it all and the thrill of the knowledge that Essek liked kissing him.]

I enjoyed them too.

[He echoed, voice quiet but tinted in tone with the smile that had claimed possession of his lips. Bren would like more kissing in the future, yes. Or the present. Any timeframe, honestly.

For now though he was determined to make what happened next good for the other man, to prove that he truly could please him, to show him that these sorts of intimacies could be enjoyable, not something to be gotten through, but to be properly craved.]

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[ Bren had a lot to work with unfortunately, there would be that hesitancy with Essek at least through this first time of being intimate with someone else, he wouldn't fully grab anything nor seize it and that had everything to do with his own experience and not-so-healthy aversion toward sex, particularly with Adeen.

But Bren did have the key, even if he knew it not yet.

It was a key that he had even before they had met, like a key that had been lying in wait for Bren to seize it and unlock this mysterious door.

Essek led Bren back, retracing their steps until finally they were back in his far more comfortable bedchambers, the lights had been dimmed and there was only firelight flickering in the grate, a low banked warmth. That was when Essek turned back to Bren with a hint of uncertainty in those indigo eyes. ] So this may be a rather ridiculous question.. but how should we, I.. [ he was floundering but only a little bit.. what he needed was another kiss to bolster his courage. A kiss for as many times as he expirenced some sort of trepidation. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Once the door has shut and they're in the dreamily firelit room, Bren turned his attention to his Master, waiting to see what the drow would do or say. What he wanted. Instead he saw that uncertainty, heard the hesitation in the other man's lilting voice. Another soft smile, and he stepped in close to Essek, lifting the hand still in his to his lips once more.]

We should do what you wish. Nothing more and nothing less.

[Another step closer and he brushed his lips against his master's. He could take the lead here, could guide Essek through what was a sort of new ground for the Shadowhand.]

If I do anything that you do not like, tell me, and it stops.

[His hand slipped from Essek's, only to find the tie at the side of that tunic, gaze still focused on his master's.]

May I?

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[ Essek leaned into the brush of kiss, swayed into it really with his lips slightly parted and a shiver going through him that was pleasant, it was a kiss and yes.. he saw himself craving these kisses in some sort of encompassing way, his eyelids felt heavier with each kiss, but it was not just his eyelids that felt heavy, everything seemed slower and sweeter in this moment.

And then Bren pulled back to regard him, to ask him that question-- consent, ah yes. ]

You may disrobe me, Pet.

[ That was permission, and a soft little smile came to his lips as his fingers found the hair at the back of Bren's neck and he burrowed them within. ] That is a good boy-- [ Praise dripped from Essek's mouth like pearls even as he waited for his own robe to be slid aside and discarded. ]

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[Bren lingered against Essek's lips as long as he was allowed to, letting on kiss bleed into another. A trembling little shiver at the praise, and he hummed softly in pleasure himself at the fingers slipping into his hair.

He slipped the tie of that robe free so that the garment fell open. Reverently, fingers settled at Essek's shoulders to slip the soft, silken garment down and off, until gravity took over and it fell to pool in a puddle of soft material at their feet. His touch lingered against cool skin, tracing down over his chest, slow and deliberate, down to the waistband of the soft trousers, catching there before he turned a questioning glance to his master.

He'd wait for some indication of assent to continue, to making sure that this was still good, that Essek had not changed his mind.]

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[ From what Bren could see, there was the barest outline of long and slender caught against silk, the pants were lose but the waist band was low-slung and fitted and only tapered at the leg, that was a good sign that he was aroused-- it also was much more than was ever given to Adeen for this arousal was not his body betraying his mind-- he realized that his mind wanted this just as much as his body did.

The warm symphony of hands against his body, the raindrops of touch that seemed to splatter against his suddenly very feverish skin and then he placed one hand against Bren's and then slid it downward slowly, until the other man could feel the trail of hair that led downward into lounge pants. ]

Ah, yes.. please.

[ He then turned around in Bren's arms so that his back pressed against Bren's chest and thus allowing Bren to touch far more easily. and with his height, he did tuck himself within rather nicely, but also he was biting his lip in much the same manner as he had when he'd pleasured himself the night before-- it was a sure sign that he was finding this quite to his liking, this intimacy. ] Touch me..

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[Oh. Bren had to bite back a soft moan of his own as his hand was guided, as he felt the first brush of those downy white curls that led like a map to promised treasure to the other man's arousal. Yes, he would rather like to get rid of those pants, get rid of everything that was in the way of his hands and eyes and -- he was hopeful and ambitious -- his mouth.

When Essek had turned in his arms, he stepped in close to press himself up against his master's back, hands finding those trousers and working them unfastened so he could slip them from slender hips, let them fall forgotten to the floor. Ducking his head, he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of a shoulder, another, another, growing more heated as he lavished lavender skin in attention, heated, open mouthed ministrations, worship where worship was due, from shoulder slowly up along the arch of his neck.

Once those pants had fallen to the floor, he smiled, lips still against his master's skin.]

Yes, Master. Gladly.

[His hand found its way to the other man's arousal, tracing the length of him in a soft, feather-light touch of just fingertips, mapping the shape of him as if committing it to memory.]

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[ The prick twitched, fully invested in the barest touch of fingers against the stone-hard ridged flesh, but it was not just the touch that was causing that overwhelming hardness-- no, it was also the kisses against his shoulders and neck, the softest scratch of facial hair that he had curious wondered how it would feel against his skin.

Wasn't that exactly what he'd thought about last night while he'd stroked himself to fruition? And now he knew, it was a far sweeter texture than his imagination had given credit for, and he arched himself up against that body while he let out a deep panting sigh.

That should've been a boon for Bren's ego that he was giving his Master pleasure, that it seemed to thrum with a enticing magic energy that bordered on the sexual-- it was desire at it's most base and primal but also there was a thread that connected it to somthing far more.. enduring and elevated. ] That feels.. it feels far better than I have ever...

[ausgebrannt]

[Feeling that hard flesh beneath his touch, knowing that his master was aroused and allowing him this, Bren could feel the knowledge itself thrill through him like a shot of pure unfettered arousal. The mile lingered on his lips even as he kissed his way up along Essek's neck.

The words though, those undid him. Oh yes it was indeed a boon to his ego to know that his Master enjoyed this, that it was his touch that was provoking those beautiful reactions. Essek arched against him and nothing had ever been more alluring in his entire life.

He wrapped his hand around that length properly to begin stroking him, thumb following the gentle curve of the underside, the ridged flesh that felt so eager and heated in his grip. Gods he wanted to make him feel good, to have him come utterly undone.

His lips grazed along the edge of a pointed ear, tongue tracing slowly along the shell before he murmured.]

It will feel even better still.

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[ A jolt went through him at the touch of tongue and the whisper of breath against his ear, causing a hitched breath and then another arch of his body that felt both painful and needy-- two sides of the same coin. It was a little precursor to what could be between them and it was alluring for someone who quite simply had never experienced this before.

His head turned, his nose tucked against the curve of that jawline as he took a deep steadying breath that puffed against the underside of jaw. ]

It is hard to imagine how it could feel better than this..

[ Spoke the man who had never had cause to feel this level of pleasure before, that there was another layer to this-- and this was a different realm from merely touching himself; there was an underlying nuance that coloured this encounter, a undefineable essence. ] But please.. continue, I you'll find I'm ah.. very interested.

[ His words and his cock were perfectly in sync and very much telling the truth. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren felt intoxicated by it, by the headiness of realizing that he was the one making Essek react that way, to sweet catches of breath, the physical need he could feel in the way the other man's body moved against his own. His own cock had stirred to life despite the frankly mind-shattering orgasm he'd had earlier, but this was not about him and his pleasure -- it just happened to be the case for Bren that pleasing his master was its own kind of pleasure.

He turned to nuzzle back as Essek turned into him, dangerous in its affection, but Bren knew that for him this was more than physical, more than something so simple carnal desire.]

I would like to use my mouth, Master. I would like to be on my knees for you.

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[ Were even your eyes supposed to feel hot? Because such a fever consumed him that even his eyes felt it-- especially at the suggestion that Bren gave him. It was not a question nor a plea, but rather a statement of fact and his tongue licked against his own mouth, to alleviate what had suddenly gone dry. ]

Ah.. yes, please on your knees for me.

[ He had never ever had anyone's mouth on him before; it was not something that Adeen thought was necessary during the entire procedure (and it was a procedure), but the idea of Bren taking him in mouth sent his knees nearly buckling but.. he ammended it ] First though, let me sit-- I may not, it's probably better for my dignity if I sit for this.

[ If the way that his legs felt right now, like they were a hairsbreadth to completing their metamorphosis to jelly, had any say with it. And thankfully there was his wing chair fairly close by.. he could surely make the walk there unfettered, he hoped. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Adeen was the worst. Bren would only find more and more reasons to think this, no doubt. But right now Adeen was the farthest thing from his mind. Everything in his mind, in each and every of his senses, all there was was Essek, all he could see and taste and feel. He brushed one final kiss against the drow's jawline before reluctantly releasing him from his embrace.]

You should make yourself comfortable, Master...

[He escorted him over towards the chair though, there by Essek's side in case he was feeling shaky at the moment. Once his master was seated, Bren settled to his knees in front of him, urging those legs apart so he could settle in close.

Turning his gaze up to his Master, he smiled, almost shyly. Almost. But the hunger in his eyes was clearly visible.]

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[ Essek took that seat that was offered to him, alighting onto the wing chair that was his favored one, the cushions soft underneath his naked flesh. He spread his thighs wide then; there was a bit of self-consciousness because this was after all his first time fully naked in front of his Pet. But then he relaxed with a breath and then allowed his fingers to reach out to tuck a lock of hair behind Bren's ear.

His lids once again felt heavy with desire even as he gave a nod. ]

Go on.. [ Those words also felt awkward but perhaps it was only because they were enuciated with a tongue and throat that felt thick with desire. His leg shifted but only so that he could slip it over Bren's shoulder, at the moment the knee tucked up against Bren's neck-- until his Pet decided to start that play of seduction against his skin.

It was clear that Bren had done this before, but there were no questions only acquiescence, a delicate permission that the other man may touch him right now anywhere he wished. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[If it helped the self-consciousness at all, Bren was looking at Essek, taking him in in full for the first time, and had the look of someone who had been graced by the presence of some divine being. Or maybe that did the exact opposite of helping. Bren didn't know. What he did know, without a shred of doubt in the entirety of his being was that,]

...you are so lovely.

[Impossibly beautiful, really.

Bren took that prompting to heart, though he could not resist a brief nuzzle against that inner thigh as Essek rested his leg over his shoulder. His lips left a kiss against that soft skin, kissing his way down along the line of his thigh before he found his way to the base of his prick.

There was no way not to look exactly as eager as he was, but why bother to hide it? Still he took his time, not rushing any of this, nuzzling at the base of the other man's arousal, breathing deep to inhale the scent of him, of skin and musk and arousal. And then it was a slow, open mouthed exploration over the shaft, tongue and lips teasing upward against sensitive flesh.]

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[ Each nuzzle caused his heart to thrum faster with anticipation, and then the sweet slide of mouth and tongue down against his inner thigh, against that secret part of his thigh where it met juncture; all the while Essek's foot steadied itself against Bren's back for lack of anywhere to go and his other leg had hooked over the armchair in an impossible feat of dexterity, especially with how he was sitting.

Mouth touched his cock and then he let out a low breathless moan as he felt the tracing trail of lips, the open mouthed kisses against flesh that was heated and throbbing. His hand moved to rest at the back of Bren's hair as if he could control any part of this-- but he wanted vital contact, it did not matter how or even where.

His fingers slid through strands, and then he clenched-- finding himself with a fistful of Bren's hair and an easy way to tug or pull or even guide; for right now it just stayed there buried in the warmth. ] Oh gods.. that feels.. perfect.

[ausgebrannt]

It will feel even better still.

[Bren echoed his words from earlier playfully, repeated that soft promise against the heated prick. He did not bother trying to contain the moan that wanted to rise up past his lips as those fingers gripped at his hair. Good. Let Essek hold on, guide him in any way that he wanted to. Or just touch him. Gods he was so weak to his Master's touch.

Those words were a promise he intended to keep though, and with his gaze deliberately fixed on the other man's face, he parted his lips to take the head of that prick into his mouth, tongue flattened and teasing against the slit, groaning at the taste of him, the salt of precome, the evidence of that arousal.

His cheeks hollowed as he began suckling and slowly slid his mouth down that shaft.]

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Oh~

[ Well, Essek did not need to be functioning at all. Good thing he was sitting because elsewise he'd be a melted puddle on the floor with his knees having buckled him right into it, probably have killed Bren in the process with his prick going through the back of his throat. Really, thank goodness that had been avoided and thank goodness for plush wing chairs that kept him splayed in one place.

Especially when he felt the wet heat of mouth wrap around his cockhead, sucking slowly and in such a manner that he could almost feel the way his precome was milked from his slit. The sweetest seasoning would give Bren but a preview of the true delicacy of Essek's seed.

For right now, Essek only touched Bren-- carding his fingers through hair, clench-- starting those movements again of combing; interspersing them in a manner that was almost erratic, but that was proof that he was being irrevocably distracted by Bren's mouth on his shaft. ]