"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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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. ]

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[Bren could not refuse Essek anything. Ever. And certainly not in this moment. So that plea, the words that were request and permission, they were irresistible. He was already teetering on that edge, knowing that he was perilously close.

Even if he would like the moment to last, to drown slowly in the pleasure assaulting him from that perfect mouth.

His eyes shot wide as Essek went and swallowed down his prick to the absolute root. Bren cried out, a sob of sound, pleasure and overwhelmed need an that was all. He spilled himself down into that waiting, eager throat, his entire body going stiff, a full body trembling as he came. His fingers curled tighter into Essek's hair as well, holding on. To him and only to him.]

Ah..! Master! [Bren's soul had left his body, sucked out straight through his cock by that extraordinarily talented mouth.]

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[ His mouth formed a seal from which nothing could escape, as if he would rather die then give up a single droplet of the salty bitter cream that shot down his throat, his fingers curled into those sacs lightly and then once the majority of it had been consumed, he finally allowed himself up for air. He felt dizzy from the force of it, but also there was an ease of contentment as he started to lick his lips-- and then he was licking against the head, cleaning out that slit thoroughly while he settled between those legs.

And the he was nuzzling again.

There was a certain amount of primality within him as he rubbed his cheek against that still hardened cock, his eyes moving upwards to seek out Bren's gaze; and his own eyes that luminous gold. ] Did I please you?

[ His voice was husky as he inquired this, as if he desired to please Bren and not the other way around. However, unfortunately for Bren-- Essek was still very interested in sex, his own arousal felt burning between his thighs and he understood he hadn't taken care of it-- but he had to make sure that Bren was alright before he pounced, it was what a mate would do right? Take care of their love. ]

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[By the time Bren managed to settle back into awareness enough to recognize that the world still existed beyond the pure blinding white that his vision had exploded into, he found himself looking down to Essek licking at his cock. He panted softly as he tried to remember how to breathe, a soft whimper at the nuzzling at his still sensitive prick.

The words that came in his Master's voice stole any breath he'd managed to catch once more, leaving him wide-eyed and flushed and staring and nodding.]

You were perfect... so so perfect, I...

[Words were hard. So Bren shifted forward to claim Essek's lips with his, groaning at the realization that he could taste himself on his Master's lips. Oh he was far more than all right.]

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[ Essek felt Bren shift, and then their bodies came in contact once again with each other, their lips created the sweetest music; he lapped against the crease and then he very insistantly plunged his tongue in past those lips, while he settled on top of Bren, tasting eagerly. In fact there continued to be something raw and inherently sexual about Essek's own actions; he was being propelled upward by sheer primality.

His energy was doing the talking, and so was his body.

They were now stomach to stomach, dicks trapped between each other. Bren's own highly spent one and then laying on top it nearly perfectly was the Shadowhands own far fuller one. He started to move, a soft rolling as his fingers slinked into Bren's locks of rich hair and then he was eating out that mouth, sucking that tongue-- anything he could seize onto while they lay there twinned on the bed. ]

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[Bren was all too happy to lay back, to wrap his arms around the other man to make certain that Essek followed with him, that they did not allow a slip of space between them, not when the contact was so heated and desperate and necessary. His body, spent as it was, cried out for it, for more.

After all, his Master had not been satisfied yet, and that called to that unmistakable submissive need to Bren to please, to be good for Essek. Lips parted eagerly, welcoming that tongue with a muffled moan as he let his slide along his Master's. He'd never seen Essek quite so intense as this.

He broke from the kiss just far enough to speak, lips brushing the drow's as he tried to form coherent words.]

Let me please you too, Master? I want to... tell me what you want. My mouth? My hands? My hole? I want to make you feel good. Please.

[And now it was his turn to plead for more.]

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[ His leg hooked around Bren's thigh as he heard the plea to please him, which was just as pleasing though he also knew that he was painfully achingly hard and he wanted more, he wanted more of Bren. The tendrils of desire were so keen that he was rather glad that he was staying home for the next day, it would have him the luxury of burrowing himself within Bren's scent.

He thought of all of the possibilities, and how he wanted Bren in every single way imaginable. He thought of being splayed out before the other man, he thought of those lips wrapped around him or the hand stroking him-- he thought of giving himself to Bren, he thought that there was certainly too little hours in the day. ]

I want.. ah....

[ He shifted, and with a bit of a gravitational push he started to push Bren back onto the bed once again. And then he was maneuvering Bren onto his stomach, and he was pulling those pants completely off of those legs. His palms ran down those thighs and then he leaned forward to give Bren a sharp and emphatic bite right against the left cheek, levying it against a patch of disarming freckles, before his tongue dragged against skin. ]

I'm so hungry.

[ And then he was lifting those hips and trailing his lips against the crevice, nipping as his fingers followed suit. More of his mate's musk, he could scent him and he wanted him desperately-- wanted to be wrapped up in his mate. ]

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[It was certainly an escalation, so different than the tentative foray they'd first made into being physically intimate, when Essek had not been certain it was even something that he would enjoy. Not that Bren was complaining. At all. If his Master wanted him, then he would eagerly give the drow any and all of himself, in whatever that happened to look like.

He did not yet realize how deeply over his head he was given his being only human, but that didn't matter. He'd rise above the limitations of his own mortality if he had to. Or he'd die trying.

For now though, he found himself pushed back and then summarily flipped over. He could feel his face heating in a blush as he found himself fully stripped and his ass urged up. He was thoroughly on display and open to the other man's attention, vulnerable at his Master's mercy -- if mery was something a drow who'd been thrown into their heat possessed.

A startled gasp of sound at the feeling of those teeth.]

Oh!

[His head fell forward as he started to realize what Essek's current intention was.]

Master..?

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[ The mercy would come when he finally had to call a healer because he was wearing his Mate out, because he would recognize it once the other man started to tire while he himself remained nearly unchanged and still invigorated. It would be necessary if he did not wish to hurt his mate, that was something that would supersede all else.

For now though, Bren was presented to him.. he could see every dip and crevice. He could see the balls hanging down and the pinked pucker that was begging to be licked. He needed to taste his Mate and so he slowly leaned forward and allowed his tongue to flatly glide from where taint started and then slowly upward until he was using the tip of his tongue to tease.

A rumbled purr as he gripped those hips tighter and he started to eat the other man out rather vigorously, the musk of Bren nearly inflaming him while his cock nearly cried angry tears in his lounge pants. But he was ignoring it, which was perhaps not the wisest idea considering that when he finally did get inside of Bren, it was going to be a whirlwind storm.

There was also the matter of another ache building deep within him builting but that would be fufilled later, right now the most pressing thing was his prick buried in deep, but first he had to prepare his mate for mounting. ]

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[Bren would, by then, likely realize that something was certainly up. Right now the idea that he'd somehow tripped the Mate switch in his Master wasn't even in barest glimmer of an inkling i his thoughts. Why would it be? He was, at best, a very spoiled pet. A diversion, perhaps. A plaything. Maybe a companion?

He'd never dare think he could be anything more than that.

Another startled groan at the brush of that tongue against his hole. He leaned down, face pressed into the blankets so that the next moan he made was muffled. Essek was going to kill him, and Bren was ready to die happy.]

Oh... fuck, please.

[He was more than ready to beg for more. He may have already come once, but his prick was rallying, stirring back to life, at Essek's continued attention.]