"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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[ It was likely that between the two of them, they could get rid of the thorns in their sides, but for right now Essek did not want to think of anyone save for the comfort and safety of Bren, of that warm mouth that made him nearly unseasonably warm in return-- but not uncomfortably so. Right now he was at a nice cozy setting, with Bren's arms around him and that mouth speaking silent kisses against his own mouth.

It was like unvoiced poetry to him.

And Essek had never been one for poetry or romance.

But he was starting to come around to the concept of it, of companionship and embraces- and while he still did not believe in happily ever afters.. at the very least he could be comfortable here in this space that he and his Pet shared. Also, it was alright to become spoiled-- Essek was growing quite accustomed to Bren's presence, and his admittance to bed was an unlooked for treasure trove of safety.

At the moment though, he wanted cuddling and the intimacy that came with that-- slow langurous kisses until the two of them fell asleep. Though he did allow himself the luxury of his fingers curling through Bren's unbound hair, filling that fire ripple through him. ]

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[Bren murmured a soft, wordless sound to Essek's lips. Though they had proven time and again that they were certainly able to spark an intense desire between one another, that they were compatible on a carnal level, this was different. The desire was there, yes, would always be, but stronger now was the emotional connection, the desire to be close in a way that was warmth and safety and belonging.

He'd been given to his Master by one of the worst people that he had ever known, and perhaps he should have resented that. But no, Essek had proven to be so much more than Bren could have ever imagined, ever had hoped. This was where he belonged.

He broke from that kiss to rest his forehead against the other man's.]

You should rest, ja? It has been a long night.

[And then, pushing his luck, perhaps.]

Tomorrow, do you have engagements? Or can we have a quiet day? Another bath, perhaps, some time in the library?

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[ He had not taken a day off in a while. In the two plush weeks that Bren had known Essek, he had gone to the office every day, and while he had quiet evenings spent reading, there was never a real day of rest for the Drow.. and it was hard to say how long that had been going on. He heard that simple request, and he furrowed his brows in thought for a moment as he mentally calculated exactly what he had to do tomorrow. If he had any pressing appointments with key members of the Queen's court, well he'd have to go in.. but he realized he did not.

It was true that Bren was getting spoiled, for the words that came out of Essek's mouth was quiet and perhaps unexpected but clear. ]

I do not see a problem with that, it's been years since I've given myself a.. whole day off. [ There had been too much too prove, expectations to surpass.. his own and his mother's. Everyone took days off in the city, except for himself so perhaps he could allow himself a little holiday as a treat.

And perhaps he may extend it past a day and into two-- he was so very tired and worn down by everything and maybe he needed a bit of a recharge. ]

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Ja? Good. Very good.

[Bren was thrilled with this idea, knowing that Essek would actually allow himself to relax. After what he'd been through tonight, Bren thought it would do him good. And it would give the broken Volstrucker the chance to see what he could do to pamper and relax his Master.

It was time that Essek was taken care of, was cared for in the way that his owner had been caring for him all this time. Bren had decided that this would be his mission now.

He smiled and stole another kiss.]

Then we will have a quiet day. It will be nice. I am glad.

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[ Essek settled into those arms, suddenly feeling a great deal of weight drop from his shoulders. He rested his head within the crook of Bren's neck. His body started to hum-- and this time Bren would be able to hear it close up, the rumble of it, the way that Essek's body denoted that it was to start it's trance soon. Often times it was a switch that he could turn on and off, but not this night.

This night, his body was not giving him any choice.

Sleep was regenerative, and perhaps this night's trance would be a dreamless affair that mimiced sleep more than it did his need to go into his Mind Palace. At this moment they were twined at key points and with little to separate them.

It was a blessing and he could feel himself drift off to the soft breath of Bren against his cheek. ] Me too.. I.. do not want any other Pet but you.

[ It was high praise, it meant that Essek would not go searching for another. ]

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[It was high praise, and it had that ache starting in Bren's chest again, that wash of relief that Essek did indeed want him, that he would not be discarded or replaced. His arms tightened around him reflexively, and he turned to brush his lips against his temple.]

I am yours, Master. Only yours. I will never belong to anyone else.

[A quiet vow. And perhaps one day Essek would tire of him, would grow bored of him -- and Bren would never fault him for it. But he'd gone and lost his heart to the drow, and there was no help for it. Then again he wouldn't change it if he could.]

Rest now.

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[ Those eyes closed, white lashes falling against the tops of his cheeks as he entered into a fully relaxed state, a humming mass of drow within Bren's arms, his arms never once leaving where they had been stationed against Bren's torso, his breath soft within the crook of a neck.

And he slept.

There were no dreams, but there was an warmth that spread through him within the darkness, there was also the awareness that Bren was there with him outside of his body, was keeping silent sleeping vigil alongside him, and that thought caused the warmth to spread deeper until it turned into an ache but it was not a powerful one, it would allow him his rest for now, it would allow him the chance to get his bearings and to gain that respite that he required.

His trance prolonged into nearly six hours due to the exhaustion of the night before, though eventually that ache grew far more powerful and his eyes opened to the soft dawn haze of the morning as it peeked through the windows, though it was not light by any means.. it was the colour in the dark air that he was used to (he doubted Bren was used to colours the sky would take to signify the time of day) but there was a shifting as he looked up into Bren's sleeping form.

Disentangling himself as gently as possible so as to not to wake him, he sat up and allowed his gaze to linger all over Bren, on the beauty of his Pet within sleep. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Sleep took longer to pull Bren in. He fought it, clinging to wakefulness so that he could bask in the feeling of holding the other man in his arms, could listen to that soft humming, hear the way his Master's breathing evened out. That surge of protectiveness only grew stronger, to do everything that he could to keep him safe, to make him happy.

Eventually though, he slipped off into slumber.

Morning came, and Bren still slumbered. No nightmares found him, no terror, only the warmth of being tucked up close and curled around the drow. Slowly though, as Essek disengaged from his arms, he began to stir. But it was a slow waking, a bleary blinking of sleepy blue eyes as he found himself gazing up at Essek. A smile found his lips, soft and affectionate.]

Master? Is it morning?

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It is morning; although, I did not mean to wake you.

[ With such delicate fingers, he reaches to smooth his fingertips against the sleep shirt that had gotten slightly rucked up in the night. But he did not make a move to smooth it down, nor straighten it-- though lightly playing with it.

He made eye contact with Bren's, and his pupils were the golden of the morning sunrise (though Essek was not precisely aware of this), he felt strangely tight and hot this morning-- the warmth having spread into every part of his limb; it was not a feeling that he was familiar with though he did not feel precisely sick. He found though, that he enjoyed looking upon Bren, and that profile underneath the morning light was appetizing.

There was no shame in looking, this was his Pet and he owned him.

There was no shame in touching either, and his fingers strayed to the abdomen that was revealed, the line of hair that cut through the bellybutton and then downward just below covers. ]

Breakfast?

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Mm... you didn't...

[Half true. The absence of Essek from his arms was what had woken him. But he had slept well, rested comfortably in his Master's bed and in his Master's arms. Besides, waking up to Essek's face was a very pleasant start to the morning -- and he did notice the golden hue that had taken up residence in the galaxy starfield of the drow's eyes.

The touch of that hand was welcome, if a bit ticklish. His stomach caved beneath those fingers, but the sleeps smile on his lips only settled more certainly on his face.

He shifted, comfortably, realizing that he probably ought to get up, to excuse himself from his Master's bed, well aware the invitation had been a very particular one given the circumstances. But he was reluctant to move, to put much distance between them at all. Especially as that touch continued lower. Oh ah. Well.

He took a breath, managed to keep his voice steady.]

Breakfast sounds very nice, ja.

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[ There was a brief command in Undercommon, the Unseen Servants would start to mobilize and to bring a repast up from the kitchens-- his hand though did not stray from Bren's concaved stomach, rather he made a concentrated touch to it, his palm lightly digging in dangerously close to where the line of covers obscured the rest of his Pet.

He licked his lower lip in a truly unconscious gesture. To a casual outside observer, it felt nearly predatory, as if he was going to eat someone alive, the tongue retreated but not before it caught beneath one of his sharpened incisors. For all of the aura that radiated from Essek though, there was still a tenderness there despite it all. ] I will make sure you are fed very well indeed.

[ Little did he know, it was the subtle under-urge of Essek looking after his Mate.. providing for him. He cast his eyes downward then, sliding his gaze away from those luminous blue eyes and then downward to that stomach. ] You were very warm last night, I think it's catching because I woke up feeling the same... perhaps I siphoned some of that out of you while we slept?

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[Bren realized with a sudden heated twist low in his own stomach that Essek was looking at him as if he were breakfast. That lingering touch, the way he watched that tongue lick at lips.

Even those words, there was a weight to them that threatened to set the ember already smoldering in Bren to fanning into a flame. He must be imagining things, surely. Mustn't he? That didn't stop a faint flush from rising across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, a faint pale pink beneath freckles.]

Ah... perhaps. I know I tend to be warm... I hope it was not too uncomfortable for you.

[Though he rather thought that perhaps, just perhaps, Essek was not complaining?]

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It was not uncomfortable in the slightest.

[ Until the end, but that had perhaps everything to do with the ache-- it seemed to intensify the more that he looked upon Bren, looked at each perfect inch of skin-- he was almost startled to realized that he was hard, very very hard. Why had he not noticed that? But he was and it was hidden in the twisted sheets wrapped around his own hips. ]

Food will be up here, perhaps within 20 or 30 minutes...

[ He leaned down then and pressed his lips against the jawline while his fingers kept stroking flesh underneath his palm; as if he was attempting to urge his Mate into an interested state. All of these was nearly subconscious-- all logic had fled from his mind, replaced with pure and unadulterated instinct.

But he was being coy about it, he was maybe even playing a little bit with his prey. And right now Bren was his Mate and his Prey. He also realized that he wanted to taste skin, he was hungry for Bren-- that was a realization that came to him as he sat there toying idly with the landscape of his Pet's flesh. ]

Would you like to have something that I've never given to Adeen, Pet?

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I'm glad. I was very comfortable. It was... I liked having you in my arms.

[A quiet admission, as he continued to watch Essek, as he realized just how intently his Master was looking at him. His breath caught as those lips found his jaw, the touch of those fingers lingering. Oh he was certainly interested, and his arousal was abruptly very much awake as well, something that Essek would discover if his touch strayed any lower at all from where it lingered.

He bit back a whimper and swallowed to try to find his voice.]

I... ja. Yes. I would like anything you would give me.

[Without a single doubt in his mind.]

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[ Oh yes, he could scent the arousal on Bren-- it suddenly spiked sharply, it was in the pupils that had blown wide, it was in the hitch that he could hear.. it was in his scent; all of these senses were heightened, all of his awareness was on Bren. He purred, it was a soft rumble against that jawline and then without understanding what he was doing, he slipped his hands underneath, and the heavy prick all but twitched into his open palm.

The way his fingers coiled around it mirrored perfectly when Essek's lips found ear, he teethed against the lobe and then he tugged while his hand started a very pronounced exploration of that head, could feel the precome attack his hands with a slippery sensation.

There was no doubt about it, the Shadowhand wanted to fuck. He had become a creature of his own desires and they were all focused on Bren in this moment. ] I've never sucked Adeen's cock before-- would you like my mouth on you?

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I... that... ah. Yes. Please.

[Gods even the thought of it had his cock twitching even as that hand found him. His hips jerked of their own volition towards that touch. He hadn't expected to wake to his Master being quite so, ah, amorous. It was, however, a very pleasant surprise. Incredibly pleasant.

Bren's hand settled, fingers trembling, against Essek's back, running up the gentle curve of his spine. His exquisitely beautiful Master. Bren's voice trembled out of him in a moan.

He could picture it, those plush lips wrapped around his prick, and he had to force himself to remember how to breathe.]

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[ This act had always been something that Adeen had tried to coerce him into doing, but he had never wanted that-- there was something about a wizard being unable to find their voice, and he had not wanted to be further vulnerable-- but that strange raw part of him right now knew that he could trust his Pet.

So he continued that stroking even as he started to slide through the covers like water, until finally he was between Bren's legs and the coverlet. He took his fingers achingly away from that arousal but only so that he could pull lounge pants over hips and reveal that full prick laying heavy against a thigh, beading angry tears against the slit.

Essek's mouth watered as he focused on it; and Bren would see him licking his lips once again as if he was preparing for a feast. There was a strong keen desire, but also he could scent the musk of cock, it the most arousal fragrance that he'd ever encountered, it pulled to something deep inside; it was equal parts violent and possessive, but also protective. This thing within him that pulled at his skin and demanded.

He dipped his head then, but he did not touch the shaft just yet-- no, he scraping his teeth against Bren's navel, his tongue darting out to slide flat and followed that line of hair, tasting skin and the very edge of Bren's anticipation as if it could emanate from skin. ]

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[Bren could feel the trembling from excitement that raced through him in a barely restrained rush as he felt his pants drawn down, felt the air of the room against his flushed, aching cock. He propped himself up on his elbows so that he could watch, transfixed by every movement Essek made, every shift of expression on that handsome face.

His Master was unfairly beautiful, and this was something Bren had realized from the first time he laid eyes on him. In this moment though? There was something so enthralling about him, about the hunger he saw in the other man's eyes. He tried to swallow back a moan, nearly choking on the sound. Essek was going to be his undoing.

A sharp gasp at the scrape of those teeth, his stomach hollowing in a ticklish, heated twist that sent a fluttering frenzy of butterflies through him. His fingers curled into the silken sheets beneath him.]

Oh please... [That mouth, the promise of that blissful wet heat wrapped around him, was so tantalizingly close, he swore he could feel it already.]

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[ Essek could feel Bren's tight hitched moan, and each pinpoint of arousal shot through him heatedly, a reminder that he was providing his Pet pleasure, he took his own satisfaction in this-- he lifted his head up and saw Bren propped up on his forearms, watching him with those wide desire-filled eyes. There was very deliberate eye contact that was made even as his hand wrapped around Bren's prick once again and he brought it up to his mouth.

As if he wanted to see the way in which Bren reacted to his tongue lapping against the velveted head.

A moan, the scent of Bren was strong and it was steady. He desired more of that and so he shifted his cheek to rub against the cock, to mark it with his scent so that Bren would never forget who he belonged to. The body knew that Bren was his even if his mind had not fully caught up with the primal reckoning of the mating bond.

It only took a sweet second before he turned his head and then his tongue was sliding against shaft and following the path of a single vein upward back toward the flushed rosy cockhead-- despite the fact he did not know what he was doing-- instincts were certainly filling in the blanks on how best to please his Mate. ]

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[Bren's gaze was fixed on Essek like he had never seen anything more amazing in his life, and had he? The way that the drow met his eyes and held them, as if assuring that Bren was indeed watching. He cold not have torn his eyes away for all the world. The heavens could have come raining down from above around them, and he wouldn't have noticed.

An embarrassingly desperate whine that slipped from his lips when Essek went and lapped at then nuzzled his cock, Bren's attention focused on the small slick smear left against that lavender skin. Well. Fuck. His grip tightened in the sheets, holding on for dear life.]

That... you... ah!

[Essek may be new to this, but his instinct was on point. Bren had no defense against it, against any of it. Essek was planning on murdering him, Bren was certain of that now.]

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[ Essek found himself exceedingly jealous of those bedsheets that were being clung to by his mate-- so much that he wanted to rip and rend them until they were nothing-- this was a foreign sensation to him. He had been protective of Bren in these few weeks but there was a violence to this thinking; and he did not have the wherewithal to logic his way through it.

There was no way of attaching logic to this.

Instead he leaned in to smear the head against his mouth, the precome causing a shine against his mouth, and then he spoke and it was a barely restrained half-growl that came from his lips-- it was very dominate. ] You will hold on to nothing but me..

[ And then he opened his mouth and all but swallowed the ginger down, allowing for Bren to have the first succulent sensation of Essek's mouth around his head, the heat of the lips and the velvet press of tongue just against the underside and then he was swallowing inch by inch-- the skin melting in his mouth and a rumbling purr that was felt at the back of Essek's throat right where the head touched. There were a few pauses as he had to adjust, but for all of his inexperience, that was not a problem and he seemed to take enjoyment out of the taste of Bren if the pleased choking sounds could be believed. ]

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[That tone spoke to something in Bren, an activation switch in a way. His touch immediately shifted, fingers finding their way to run along Essek's shoulder. He would cling to his Master gladly, as if Essek was the last stable thing that existed in the world.

A moment later, a slightly bolder action as fingers slipped into that silver-white hair. The last thing he would want was to take more than he was being offered, to ever put himself in anything even remotely similar to his Master's abysmal excuse for a husband. But that command, well, it felt right to obey it this way.]

Yes Master... I... it feels good. I...

[And then that mouth was on him, and Bren's voice cut off in a strangled groan, fingers moving fitfully through htat soft pretty hair now.]</small

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[ There was no way that Essek could object, he did not want to object. The very moment that Bren's fingers slid into his locks of hair, it was nearly natural the way that they slotted into place, it caused a rumbled purr at the back of his throat and then he took more of that cock deep in his mouth, and then he pulled himself off for a moment-- repeated the process with slow steady strokes of his tongue with each downward and upward motion.

The taste of Bren was on his tongue, the precome that seasoned prick that he wanted to swallow up, it only made him more tight and edged.

Gladly he offered his mouth, and hungrily he consumed Bren if he was the last treat on earth and he'd been starved for far too long, his hand moving to glide at the base, stroking with an audible slide which came from the mingling of Bren's pre-seed and also the saliva that was soaking arousal with the fervor of each movement. ]

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[Later, perhaps, Bren would try to intellectually process all this, how perfectly natural it had all felt, how this was driven by something somehow more desperate, more intense than even their passion-swept first encounters with one another over the past few weeks. Something had bound them on a level that he did not yet understand, but also implicitly comprehended and knew was exactly correct, exactly as it should be.

The air rushed to meet that saliva-slick skin as Essek drew back, the contrast between that chill and the heat of that mouth was maddeningly good. Another whimper of sound, a wordless plea as his Master worked over his prick.

His fingers tightened fitfully Essek's hair before smoothing through gentle white curls with a softer touch, as if to apologize for the pulling, or maybe just needing to touch. The pleasure had curled tight in his stomach, a knotted twist of heat that wanted to surge through him, sacs heavy with his seed drawing just as taut.]

I... I am close... I am going to come... [Quickly yes, but could he be blamed for it?]

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[ Essek had the wherewithal to very quickly move upward, not away but only so that he could speak in a hushed and nearly reverent whisper, he wanted to feel the hot release splash down his throat, to taste Bren and know that it was his, that this man was his. He was his and he would rip out the throat of anyone who attempted to separate them. ]

Please.. light, I need to taste you.

[ And then he was on Bren once again, swallowing him whole and deep, his hand moving from cock to below where he cupped those balls and started to roll them in his palm, the heavy warmth of them. He wanted to suck them, he wanted to suck every drop out of them, until his Mate was dry.

It was such a rush of feeling, dizzying and massive; and as he came down, his mouth touched the skin at the base, his nose buried in spring curls at the base of shaft, feeling himself choke but in a good way-- in the way that conveyed that he would take care of his mate, that he would accept every single drop that came forth from that head. ]