"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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[ Tongue and teeth could be felt scraping against delicate skin, his fingers moved between those thighs so that he could once again fondle those balls, which he knew to have more seed in it-- there had been so much seed on previous occasions. His tongue was hungry, spreading saliva all over the aching hole while he massaged the life right back into Bren's interested body.

Stiffening his tongue to dip inside, other hand then joining his tongue to stretch Bren out. Even though he was going to fuck him very roughly, it did not mean that his Pet did not deserve the care and attention of proper preparation.

This, of course, may be famous last thoughts-- though Essek was losing his mind slowly by the second to the point where it was likely he would hold on by little more than a thread before the evening was out. One finger massaged those walls, spreading silken wetness into them in preparation. All he could think of was breeding with his mate in so many ways.

Both breeding and being bred, the sort of thoughts that occurred to him in the hazed recalibration of his mind, and that had happened very suddenly, and it was likely that all it had taken was his soul last night to recognize that Bren was the one. ]

Soon...

[ He promised, though it did not matter if Bren came soon. Essek still intended on having him regardless of if he came soon or not. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren had never been so utterly devoured by a lover, and it was an overwhelming assault of sensation and pleasure that he had no defense against. That tongue was wet and hot, and it had him eager for more, eager to have his Master inside him, bearing over him and fucking him into oblivion -- something far more likely and closer to the truth than he had any way of realizing in this moment.

His hips jerked towards that, another whimper voiced like a secret prayer to the bedsheets. He was far too close to coming again to be fair. But Essek had that effect on him. He clung to his self control for this moment at least, even if he could feel the way his body wanted to give into the pleasure.]

Soon... I need you. I need you inside me. Please, Master... please fuck me. I need...

[He needed to feel him, to be connected to him in that intimate way, where they couldn't be closer and still remain two separate people. Gods he wanted to lose himself entirely in Essek.]

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[ That tendril of pleading reached Essek in that haze, and he understood then the assignment, that Bren would need to be mounted soon. He slowly drew away, his tongue slipping from hole and his fingers dislodging so that he could grip those hips once again. He was behind Bren, pushing his sleep pants down with his free hand and then he was pushing his slender and lithe body right against the other man's; it almost felt as if he could feel fire in that freckled skin.

Or maybe it was his own body, hot to the touch.

Guiding himself to that hole, smearing it with his precome and then he was pushing in though with less care then he had previously. It was because his mind knew that Bren was ready for him, ready to accept him and there was the slickness of saliva to help ease him inside. He pushed and did not stop until he had been hilted fully in his Pet, until he could hear those soft moans. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[There was so much heat between them, and Bren heard himself whimper in approval at the way their bodies pressed together, at the feeling of Essek pressed against him. Because as highly physical and carnal as this was, it was more than simply lust. Bren knew by now that he was in love with his Master, and had resigned himself to that being an unrequited thing. Unrequited or not though, he still relished being close.

He groaned as he felt Essek's cock at his hole, ready to plead more but his Master gave him what he wanted. He was ready for him, and even if he hadn't been so well prepared, he would not have complained. As long as Essek's cock was inside him, he couldn't ask for anything more.

A startled sound as Essek was so fully buried inside him, with no hesitation, nothing slow or cautious and Bren thrilled at the feeling of it, of knowing that Essek was taking what he wanted from him.]

Ah... I am so full of you... Master...

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[ If Bren only knew the surge fo affection that the other man had for him, it was even more than affection; it was something far deeper. In fact Essek was unable to truly understand it himself, but it was there in the way that his arms wrapped around Bren's shoulders, as his lips scraped against the freckled shoulder blade, or the fact they were front to back, beating heart thrumming against Bren's back.

His teeth was scraping even as he murmured against skin. ]

Do not come... [ That was a growl as he allowed himself to adjust; he knew that he would not last but he had to last as long as Bren did. ] Do not come until I tell you too.

[ A very shallow thrust that would arch Bren forward a little bit, and with that thrust he did definitely nudge against the prostate, just a little bit-- certainly enough that Bren would see stars behind his eyelids. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren would never be brave enough to think anyone could truly care about him, not really, not after the things he had done, the broken wreck of a thing that he was. But he could be wanted. That was more than enough, wasn't it? And oh he felt wanted right now, wanted and wholly possessed by his Master, claimed by him.

His breath caught, and he nodded at the sound of those growled words.]

I... I will try...

[He would try his best, would do whatever he could to be good, but then that thrust had Essek's cock rubbing against his prostate, and Bren cried out in a desperate little sound. Stars indeed, entire galaxies being born and dying and flaring back to life in his vision. His back arched sharply to rock his hips back at the other man, to meet those movements.]

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[ There was warmth there, and there was safety as well. He inhaled against the back of that neck, hunting against the skin there, scenting the hair and the fragrance of skin, and then he rolled his hips again. A keened little half growl and half moan filled the space around them while he started another movement. He was biting then against the neck, the sweetness of it-- not enough to draw blood but enough to mimic the primality of two beasts mating in the wild.

He could feel Bren's walls squeezing about him, milking him and making it impossibly tight for him to press into, except he managed it.. gritting his teeth as he pushed inside, already he was leaking inside of Bren, and very soon he would fill him until there would be no place for the seed to go except right back out.

A deep breath against that neck then, another stiffened pulse deep inside, and finally he started that rhythm, and because of the squeeze there was the knowledge that Bren was going to divest him of every droplet, and there would be no choice in the matter.

The thrusts were timed perfectly and the slide from precome seemed to heighten the speed, as he struggled to control his urge to lose all control-- holding on by a thread. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Those teeth found his neck, and even very human Bren could not deny the surge of utterly primal instinct that raced through him. Yes. This was how it ought to be, to be so thoroughly claimed, to belong to Essek body and heart and soul, and to need more, to want to disappear into him completely. He cried out, wordless but very clearly a plea for more, for Essek not to stop.

As the drow fell into that insistent rhythm -- the oldest music that time had known, a song that Bren could hear in his soul -- Bren moved with him. His hole pulled and clenched at that cock as it moved, as if he could pull Essek deeper inside with each thrust, like he refused to let him go on with withdrawal.

He was losing his own grip on self control, on coherent thought.]

Gods... Fuck... please... harder. I need... I need you...

[Bren didn't know he was plucking at that single taut and fraying thread, but he was.]

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[ This was a clear indication of how the next week would go.

There would be more de-evolutions into mindless and cataclysmic sex, where they got thoroughly lost within each other; because Essek would not stop at just this.. he would want all of Bren, every single ridge and crest, every valley and outcrop of him. His mate was his world and he would jealously guard it with claw and fang, and within that sphere-- no one should ever dare separate them.

It was pulsing, he felt pulsing. His mind was fuzzy with sick desire and his body arched painfully and carefully against Bren. It was painful for him though because he was edged and held taught, wanting to milk every single droplet for all it was worth-- though Bren's trying to hold him in, keep him in did not go unnoticed.

Another bite at that shoulder, a deep rough thrust as the thoroughly abused prostate. The walls that squeezed, he could feel his own balls clench in preparation for the onslaught; he reached underneath to palm flat against Bren's shaft and then he held it firmly while he slapped skin on skin, pounding in time with the beating of their heartbeats. He was close and his grip on that hip spoke as much, nails digging in-- far rougher than he ever had been. ] Light.. yes.. please, oh gods.. [ A choked out moan, another slamming and then without warning he came.

And as he came, he started to roughly slide his hand and fingers around cock and then he was pumping it in time with each gasping release of his seed right into Bren's waiting hole. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren was in no way prepared for being so thoroughly wanted, for the sheer width and breadth of claiming that they would do of each other while they road out Essek's heat together. But then even if he were aware, he couldn't think beyond this immediate moment anyway. There was too much, the sensation, the desire, the thrill at being intimate -- albeit in a feral, carnal, animalistic way -- with his Master, there was no world in which he could focus on anything beyond now.

That ongoing assault on his prostate was driving him towards that edge so surely. He'd been told not to come though, not without permission, and Bren was nothing if not obedient, after all.

Still the touch of that hand against his poor, aching prick would have to be permission enough, because between that and the feeling of Essek driving so hard, so rough inside him, the feeling of being filled by his Master as he came, Bren couldn't stop his own release. He cried out in bliss, voice already gone hoarse from use, as he spilled himself over Essek's fingers.]

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[ And to be honest, this was only Essek at his halfway heated stage. He had not hit the pinnacle yet-- for all that he had thoroughly had Bren, tasted him and sank himself inside. He could nearly scent the sweat that clung to Bren's skin and he slowly grew a little heavier, pushing his Pet down onto the bed and him over him. Though he was so far gone that he did not notice that Bren had made a mess of the bedcovers, he'd likely have the wherewithal to clean it up very soon.

Right now he felt heavy so his body a gravity blanket.

His fingers reached up to tangle in that hair while he purred in contentment. The fever felt a little bit less right now though he was still impossibly warm; together they were still connected and he had little urge to change that in any manner until he just organically slipped out.

Meanwhile, he was thinking hazily of how nice it felt to wake up exactly like that. He never had allowed himself the luxury before as most of the times they'd approached sex had been in the evenings after Essek's work and duties had been completed like a reward that he only allowed himself then. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren was trying to remember how to breathe, and it was a steep learning curve at the moment, as if his heartrate wasn't ready to ease and calm just yet. The weight of the other man on stop of him, the unescapable awareness that Essek was still inside him, it had his entire body still keyed up, even spent as he was.

His body trembled just slightly, small aftershocks of the pleasure that had been utterly rung out of him. A soft sound of pleasure at the feeling of those fingers in his hair. The purring was not lost on him either, and it warmed something in Bren. He'd never heard that sort of sound from his Master, but he was a cat person so he immediately understood the meaning of it.]

Mm... Master?

[Soft and more than a little foggy sounding, as if Essek had already effectively fucked his brains out.]

Was it good?

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Mmmhmmm..

[ It was hard to speech properly, especially with the way that he felt utterly content laying atop Bren.. his heart was starting to slow down a little bit and he was twirling a lock of hair around his finger idly. A few moments before he would become aroused again, for right now though he was basking in the afterglow of it. His sound was still that of contentment, and he knew that the other man deserved words but it was hard to enunciate them when the feel of Bren's body was overwhelmingly good to the point where his body language wanted to do that.

But also that primal core deep inside of him, unlocked by Bren, was too keen on expressing it in a raw way. Be it the purring or the body movement of his body covering the other man's protectively.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss at the back of the neck before he nipped at it, taking skin between incisors and lightly tugging. Very much like what a cat would do, the sort of mating behavior that was not uncommon whatsoever but that which he was evidencing in very understated ways. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren allowed himself a smile at that simple sound of an answer. Well, that was response enough, wasn't it? He let his eyes fall shut to soak in the ecstasy of being close, of being this close to the other man. A soft murmur of appreciation at the touch of those lips, the teeth that followed.

He was being claimed even now, and he was thrilling quietly at the idea. Though there was the start of an inkling in the back of his mind that this was something beyond simple morning sex. His Master was treating him like, well, like a mate, in the very primal sense of the word.

Surely that was impossible though. Bren knew his place, or so he told himself.]

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You need to eat breakfast..

[ Essek murmured softly in between those kisses and bites, he attempted to roll off of Bren, and then he had the mindfulness enough to cast a spell.. thankfully cantrips took little energy so it was the broach of words and then the stickiness was dissipated from bedclothes. This was when breakfast was normally brought in, so he sent out a little reminder with a unspoken command.

That should've been the first inclination, his lack of patience.

If Adeen attempted to knock at the door, he would likely have stepped out and ripped the man's face off, no one should dare come where they made their nest.. both his and Bren's.

He was already splayed there, half naked and disheveled, with his hair mussed and looking like a sensual mess that was equal parts hot and perhaps a bit frightening. His tongue worried against the tip of his teeth and then licked at his lips because the very aftertaste of Bren still lingered on his tongue like a poem.

Breakfast was heading and levitating breakfast trays were floating in to be placed on the little table in front of the fireplace. ]

[ausgebrannt]

Hmm? Breakfast?

[Still not doing the best with the brains thing, exactly. Bren was a puddle of a man already, but a content and sated puddle of a man. He did fuss softly as Essek rolled off him because suddenly he was missing the weight and the contact and the warmth of his master.

He sat up slowly, breath catching briefly at the pleasant ache in his body. He turned to face Essek now, offering a soft -- frankly smitten -- smile to the drow.]

You will eat too, ja? You had a long night last night.

[And Bren had not forgotten that, had planned on fussing over his master throughout the day -- and then had woken up in a very different manner. Not that he was complaining. At all.

Because how could he complain? Look at this beautiful creature, ruffled and disheveled. Before he could think better of it, Bren reached out to try to sort that usual pristine hair back into some sort of order.]

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[ For anyone else, Essek would've snapped so hard that the verbal exclamation would feel as good as a physical bite, but for some reason he liked it when the other man pet his hair and he leaned into it, the sort of touch that had his cheek rubbing lightly into Bren's hand as if he craved the affection of it. Perhaps needy was not the precise word for it but it still seemed pretty close to how he was feeling, craving the contact and the affection.

The smoothness of his cheek was nearly a marvel, and the way he delicately bit at the fleshy part of the palm just underneath the thumb? Well it brought to mind that perhaps there would be more sex in their future. ]

I am hungry, I did not eat much dinner.. Adeen causes my already fragile appetite to become worse. [ He admitted as he tried not to shift back into Bren's lap; thank the gods that he had enough restraint not to.. but he was starting to feel a tug although it had only been perhaps 10 minutes from their last coming. ]

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[Bren was not thinking quite as clearly as he normally did, and was letting instinct guide him right now, acting rather than going over his actions in his head. He could feel something warm and sweet blossom in his chest at the way Essek leaned into his touch. Bren was an affectionate thing, when he was allowed to be, when he was safe enough to be. And he was, gods somehow he was allowed this.

A startled gasp at the scrape of those teeth, but he liked that too. He heard himself laughing, a soft breathless chuckle.]

Then we will see to making up for that now.

[With breakfast. If Bren had to feed him bite by bite.

Though he would be thrilled to keep Essek in his lap, if he were being honest.]

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[ A breathy chuckle that was far more sensual then previously heard, he managed to climb off the bed-- he looked completely rumpled and unkempt with his hair all in a disarray, his mouth slightly swollen but in a decadent way from having sucked on Bren's cock first thing in the morning.

And then brazenly, he stepped out of his pants so that he was in essence only clad in a sleep shirt and nothing else, and even that was halfway falling off his shoulder. ]

Mmmmmm let us eat breakfast then...

[ He found he had a rather good appetite, and maybe that was the sheer amount of energy that he was burning from the sex. When a healer had to be called in, it would likely be advised that Essek eat something in between bouts, to keep up his energy as his body would be burning far more fuel to sustain his heat.

Now when he got up, and once he'd made himself more comfortable, he reached for Bren's arm to pull him off the bed. No fear, Bren-- Essek would be infinitely amiable to cuddling as well, starved for affection and now with his primal mind locking in to want that closeness from his Mate too. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Oh. That was... a thoroughly gorgeous look on Essek, disheveled and with those lithe legs bared, barely even decent. Thoroughly indecent really, and even if Bren had no business thinking about sex after having been fucked within an inch of his life already, he couldn't help but letting his eyes linger, teeth pressing into his bottom lip.

He did not fuss about being pulled, shifting to follow his Master and following him over to settle in by the breakfast that had been set out.

Cuddling and breakfast could happen simultaneously, perhaps? Bren knew he was being greedy, but he was not going to pass up this touchy mood that Essek was in right now. He was far too greedy for that.]

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[ It was Bren's hubris, it would also be his downfall very soon.

Once they were at the breakfast table, Essek quickly reached for a plate to pile it high, though he did not sit down. Fruit, bread and cheese had been prepared, rolled slices of smoky succulent meat as well, and crisp bacon belly with a raspberry pepper jam to the side. And then he very quietly pulled Bren until he was sitting on the wing chair that was usually Essek's favored seat.

With a summoned hand, he held the platter aloft and then with the other he lightly pushed Bren down onto the wing chair, before finally he crawled onto that lap and then sat there upon those knees while he floated breakfast down to the little side table, and on top of a convenient pile of books.

It appeared that Essek had the same greedy opinion, that he wanted to be as close to Bren as possible, and that he was absolutely hesitant to break the contact for anything or anyone. The entire world could be knocking on his door and he would ignore it because here he was presented with the proximity of his mate. ]

Mmmmmm.. [ He hummed as he selected a piece of bacon and then he broke off a piece and applied it to lower lip, so that Bren could have the first bite; and once that bite would be taken? He would absolutely lick his own fingers of the salty grease, and it would appear like a gesture nearly filthy-- but wholly unintentional. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[While Essek was dressed only in his sleep shirt, Bren, well, he'd had his sleep pants dragged more or less off, and he hadn't seen the point of pulling them back up. So Essek had himself a naked pet. It wasn't the first time he'd been stripped naked and left that way around his Master, so Bren wasn't all that concerned by it at all.

Then he found himself sitting in Essek's favorite chair with his Master in his lap. Oh. Well, that was. That was very nice. His hands moved to run up along Essek's thighs, to settle at his hips, holding gently. This was perhaps the very best breakfast he had ever had in his entire life, and he hadn't had a bite yet.

Then the first bite, and that was even better. Bren parted his lips to take that piece of bacon -- and Essek would be perfectly welcomed to lick his fingers clean, after Bren had taken first pass at them. His tongue deliberately brushing along the pads of those fingers.]

Thank you, Master... delicious.

[He reached to pick up a piece of fruit, offering it up to the drow's lips.]

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[ It was Essek's turn this time to bite at his lower lip, though that bite turned into a smile that quirked even as his teeth still lightly dug in, only them parting to accept the piece of fruit. All of the food seemed to taste even better, the raspberries plucked from the Lotus Den seemed to be far sweeter than he'd ever imagined them, the bacon flavor burst forth on his lips from his licked fingers.

All of his senses seemed to be decadently presented, hyper-aware of each movement that Bren made and yes even aware that a palm was resting right against his hip, naked as it was.

His tastebuds sang and he wondered if it was the lingering salt on his tongue that made the food taste far more delicious than it should, but he found that whatever happened had awakened a hunger within and thus he wanted to enjoy the food quite thoroughly, he bite at the fruit and then licked the juice from the lower lip rather wantonly as he reached for another bite of food.. some soft boursin cheese that using a delicate fingertip, he spread over a piece of bread.

It clung to his fingertip afterwards though he rather imagined that Bren would lick at that digit as well, and gods above he wiggled a little bit closer so that he was draped closely against that chest.

This was a lover's breakfast that he'd probably had never dreamt about. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren may not have had the same instincts as his Master, but he still loved feeling like he was taking care of this other man. He loved him, after all, had accepted that this devotion in him had taken root and was only growing deeper and stronger with each day that passed.

It really was a lover's breakfast, wasn't it? This was intimate in a way that he'd never experienced before, this mutual taking care of one another. It was also sensual as hell, and Bren was not immune to the flush of desire -- currently evidenced by the faint blush that had risen across cheeks.

He shifted his hand from that hip to the small of Essek's back -- beneath the sleep tunic. Bold, perhaps, after the morning that they'd had this far. He'd absolutely help clean that fingertip, given even the slightest opportunity.]

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Be a good boy for me and eat up all this bread and cheese---

[ Under any other circumstances, Essek probably would never have been this naked with anyone; but this was his mate and there was a level of trust there that was not apparent with others-- going forward even beyond the flush of heat, he would find that his inhibitions would shed considerably. He fed Bren that piece of bread, bit by bit while he arched into that touch.

Unfortunately for Bren, every little touch was going to incite Essek just a little bit more-- a drow's stamina was rather renowned and while most of the evenings Essek had usually stopped at one orgasm, this seemed to not be the case-- and they were one for two at the moment, with another bout of play on Essek's side unavoidable.

He leaned in then and ran his tongue against the corner of mouth where he could taste the tart compliment of creamy cheese, a nearly devious gesture that was doing nothing for his own libido; rather once finished, he reached for a sliced strawberry and then drew it across his own lower lip then rather playfully before he took it between teeth and leaned forward. ]