"Broken Shards"

[zauberdecke]

"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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[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. ]

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[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. ]

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[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. ]

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Yes master...

[A soft murmur before Bren parted his lips and nibbled at the bread offered to him, tongue making very certain that those fingers were pristinely clean. Even then, his own fingers continued to slide up the curve of his spine. His gaze was fixed on the drow's face, fully enchanted by him.

He had no idea he was feeding a fire that had not entirely died down in the drow. After all, they'd already had sex, and normally that was where it died down. Though perhaps he ought to realize that Essek was still on that edge of desire.

And maybe it became obvious when he watched the other man place that strawberry between his teeth and oh. That... that was too sexy for a strawberry. There was no hesitation as he leaned forward to take that strawberry. Sort of. Mostly he pressed his lips to Essek's, parted already, so that he could brush his tongue along his Master's lower lip, strawberry and the even sweeter taste of the other man.]

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[ How much of Essek wanted to be a tease, that was the question. For a moment it felt like he was going to play a little bit, but then he realized with a hazed burgeoning awareness that he was weak to this man, this Pet, his Mate and he slowly slid his tongue out to slide under the strawberry, so that it was resting neatly on the tip in something almost akin to an offering.

He knew that Bren would go in for it, and then when he did-- that mouth would be so very close, close enough for him to suck the ambrosed juices off tongue, to offer his own tongue in exchange.

Surprisingly enough, there was no evidence that he wanted Bren to stop that distracting touching against his spine as the Pet pulled up his sleep shirt, perhaps it only caused him to press his chest even closer to Bren's, jutting his drow ass out much like a cat would when it was being stroked in a particularly fond fashion. ]

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[Tease or not, this was all an absolute thrill. Bren had to wonder what he had deserved to be rewarded this way. He was certain he did not deserve it, but he would not question what his master was willing to give him in this moment.

He let his tongue slide along Essek's before he did indeed take the offered strawberry, even if he was far more interested in the taste of the drow's mouth. His touch pressed tightly into the soft skin beneath his fingers, holding Essek close. This was not conducive to really eating breakfast, but Bren was not exactly thinking in terms of logistics right now.

How could he think of anything besides the man in his lap, the mouth against his own.]

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[ Essek's skin was flushed and hot, nearly screaming at the touch of Bren's. He wound his fingers around those shoulders as he leaned in; and then after Bren chewed and swallowed the strawberry, that was when he went back in for the kiss-- and such a decadent kiss it was too, filled with an invitation for Bren.

Right now it almost felt as if Bren was something more than a Pet.

Especially with the way that Essek treated him; like someone worthy of being his lover. Of course there would be time enough for Essek to subtly degrade him, but for right now that was not the case-- it was that needy tendril that shivered through him and quite honestly demanded to touch and be touched. He shifted on that lap which sent their skin into further collision.

Already Essek was interested again, and it was quite clear that the wizard would likely be the cause of death for his pet for the libido continued to rage on, spreading like wildfire against his skin.

In between kisses, he spoke. ] I cannot get enough of you...

[ It honestly felt like he couldn't get closer to Bren. ]

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[His own mouth hinted of strawberries now, but he still chased the taste of his Master's lips with an eagerness that belied the fact that he was carnally still quite spent. Part of him was starting to realize that he was playing a dangerous game here given Essek's current, ah, mood.

Caution went to the wind, and Bren murmured a soft, happy little sound to the kiss. He did feel more like a lover than a pet just now, and oh that was another perilous thought. He'd berate himself for it later, remind himself that he barely deserved to even be a pet, a possession, anything more than that was far beyond what would be right.

A shivery breath at those words.]

You can have all of me... anything.. everything you want.

[Even if it may very well kill him in the process. He was willing to throw himself on that sword. Again and again, even if the best his body could do at the moment was the slightest stirring of his cock.]

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[ All human men needed time to recuperate, and it was very likely that Bren was quite tired by this point. But it was very hard to resist the lure of those strawberry tasting lips, hard to deny the feeling of wanting to be wrapped around Bren and it was in the most carnal of ways; he was far too eager and far to hungry for his own good-- with his aether spiking sharply.

Recognition of his mate.

He reached between them until he was palming against the cock that was perhaps only at twenty-five percent, and then he was lightly starting to work the over-sensitized and fragile skin. He was not too far gone of course that he would not stop if Bren gave him an inclination that he should stop. Just a whimper of pain or anything would halt it, would let him know that he needed to be more delicate with his mate.

It was highly unlikely though that Bren would tell him to stop-- he already had processed an aversion for the safe word. ]

I.. would you.. [ He gave that cock the barest whispers of a stroke with questing palm, as if to illustrate that point. ] I want.. [ It was hard to know what he wanted, because he wanted mouth and hand and quivering prick... anything. ]

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[Tired and quite frankly running on fumes, but he would rally. As much as he could anyway. He'd heard elves had different refractory periods than humans, yes, but so far it did not seem Essek actually had any refractory period at all so much as he could just keep going. There had to be a limit to it at some point, Bren assumed.

Like a fool.

That hand found his prick and he hissed out a soft sound that softened into a whimper, half pleasured, half pained, all aroused. His cock did its best to respond to that touch, even if the ache it sent through him had him unable to keep still. Fingers found purchase at Essek's hips, gripping hard. Fuck.]

Please...

[Another low whine.] Tell me and it's yours. I'm yours. I want... [He wanted to please him, and it was clear in desperate blue eyes just how deep that desire -- that need -- went.]

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[ For a single moment, Essek had been about to command Bren get on that bed so that he could avail himself of him again; there were different aches within him that needed to be assuaged-- and not just being buried in Bren, but he needed to be infiltrated as well. It was something that normally he had felt an honest revulsion too-- especially with his monthly 'visits' to Adeen, but the desire was too strong and he felt nearly ravenous with it.

It was the underlying pain that he heard in the whimper.

That was what cracked the bubble of lust that went through him. It was that deep rooted and seated need to make his 'Mate' happy that cut through-- but it was also that part of him that lingered just underneath the surface of primal lust, it was the rational part of Essek.

Along with the awareness that he was still hungry, he was still thirsty-- and it wasn't for anything that was on the chair-side table, it was all that was underneath his body-- it was the back underneath his fingertips and the jawline so close to his lips. He let out something akin to strangled and then he got up from the chair and thereby Bren's lap, suddenly feeling a combination of woozy and sick.

Was he sick? Had Adeen given him something? For a moment the door between his raw self and his normal self opened and he was left perceiving and the raw mess he was, all disheveled and acting like a glutton for sex. ]

I think.. I think I need.. a healer-- I'm.. I.

[ And looking at Bren made his mouth water in the most impossible way, the freckled skin and the stirring cock, the blue eyes that looked at him darkly. He was interested even if he could see the sexual exhaustion flagging him. ]

I will not.. abuse you, like this.

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[Bren heard himself voicing a startled sound of protest as Essek moved out of his lap. For a moment blue eyes shot wide. Had he done something wrong? Said something wrong? He didn't want the separation between them, didn't want to have done anything to put his master off. That sound that Essek had made echoed in a cold weight in the pit of his stomach.]

Master?

[But the idea of Essek needing a healer changed everything. He was on his feet quickly, moving back into Essek's space.]

Are you all right? What is wrong? We will get you a healer then. Should you lie down?

[When those next words reached his ears, the confusion on his face was immediately obvious.]

I am not abused. Not by you. Never by you.

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[ But it could become abuse, he wanted to use Bren's body; he wanted to drink Bren up and drain him dry-- he was so parched and feverish, he was feverish; his hand came to his brow where a light sheen of sweat seemed to cling to him. And then there were his hands that had suddenly become clammy and perhaps that was just a combination of everything.

He stood there before Bren, saw the concern there and then the assurance that he was not doing anything wrong, that he hadn't been abusing his pet. He wrapped his arms around that waist them, pressing his body to the other man's and then he buried his face against that neck. ]

Something is wrong, all I want is.. to-- with you.

[ He would send to one of the healers, one of the discreet ones that was not affiliated with House Thelyss; he did not want House Thelyss getting wind of his sickness, he did not want their nose in his business. He was silent as he did the sending, it happened within his mind.. despite the distracting scent of musk radiating from Bren's own skin, alluring and set to make him hungry all over again-- and then he pulled away. ]

I want to devour you, and keep devouring you.

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[Something in Bren eased when those arms wrapped around him. So he hadn't done something to displease him, to put him off. He wrapped his arms around his Master in turn, holding him close. He could feel a sort of feverishness in the other man, and a concern bubbled up in him. Turning his head, he nuzzled into Essek's hair, lips by his ear as he murmured.]

You feel like you are burning up. Perhaps a cool bath while we wait for the healer?

[Because silent or not, Bren was certain he could feel the faint surge of arcana as it was cast. When Essek drew back, he loosened his hold, but did not release him entirely, unless his Master deliberately tried to step out of his arms.]

Then devour me... I am yours, and all I want to be is yours.

[He probably wasn't helping. Oh well.]

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[ There was a bit of fear in Essek's golden-cast eyes, fear that he would destroy the other man; would destroy his pet. And that was untenable to him, and here was Bren putting himself in the maws of the beast that Essek felt like he was becoming. He did not step out of those arms, but he did try to resist the urge to curve up against him, demand that Bren take him to bed, to mate with him. ]

A bath.. yes.

[ He ignored the statement that Bren spoke, of wanting to be devoured-- especially when Bren did not know what that meant, especially when Essek thought it meant a primal thing of teeth adn claws that tried to fight it's way out of his skin like a beast. ]

Please, draw a cold bath.

[ As if that would do anything for his heated skin; but he was willing to try anything ]

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[And nothing in Bren would resist that destruction. Perhaps that would be evident in what Essek had learned about his pet in the time that they had been together. But first and foremost was Essek's wellbeing, at least in Bren's mind, so he nodded at the mention of the bath.]

Ja. Of course. It will be only a moment.

[A bath. Yes, maybe that would help. He reluctantly disengaged from the other man and moved towards the bathroom to see about drawing a bath -- cool though hopefully not alarmingly cold. That wouldn't do either.

He did at least make sure the water was properly scented with oils before he poked his head back out.]

The bath is ready.

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[ Essek was aroused, so painfully hot and aroused. And unfortunately it was not something that his body was letting go of so easily, not even with the whirlwind storm of thoughts that seized upon his mind and gripped; perhaps that was the most alarming of it all, and he recognized dimly and with whatever self-control keeping him together was that he could've ripped Bren apart with his teeth, with anything really.

He obsessed over all of this even as he was called into the bathroom by Bren. He shed his tunic, tossed it carelessly to the side and then headed toward the bathtub, and then once on the step, he dipped his toe in.

With the heat of his body, it felt far cooler than Bren had made it.

Both something to balk at as well as something to be thankful for. He turned back to look at Bren with those gold eyes, biting his lower lip even as he stepped into the waters; it was a look that felt so very miserable for the fact that he was confused but there was still a sense that Essek wanted to protect his Pet.

There was no way that he would allow anything to happen to his precious Pet. ] I promised us both rest today, and here am I. [ He said as he gestured all around, to himself-- to everything, as if by way of apology. ]

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[Bren waited for Essek to settle into the water, watching him with anxious eyes to make sure that he was all right. There was no missing the misery on his Master's face though, and something in Bren's chest twisted. He wanted to soothe him, wanted to make that sadness and worry on the other man's face go away.]

There is still plenty of day to rest. You are the one I am concerned about taking it easy.

[Bren hesitated a moment before deciding to act, stepping into the bath to sink down into the cool waters in front of his Master.]

You let me spend last night in your arms. I cannot remember the last time I rested so well.

[And yes, he was carnally spent -- though not averse to pushing his own limits on that particular frontier, especially once he learned what it was that was causing this turmoil for the other man -- but he also still felt more taken care of than he had any right to be.

He lifted his hands to settle at either side of his Master's face, a gentle caress with each thumb.]

We will sort this out.