"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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[ That bundle of nerves was found, hidden deep inside of him-- and then Essek let out a soft sob as something pleasureable went through him. With Adeen, it had been painful and incessant, as if Adeen was attempting to hammer something inside of him-- it had been uncomfortable. And yet underneath Bren's adept fingers, a frission was coaxed, unmitigated pleasure that caused him to further see a haze of red.

He was arching his hips upward in a certain sort of wantonness, and then he leaned upwards so that he could scrape his teeth against the top of Bren's chest.

That was perhaps all that Bren needed to feel to understand that Essek was slowly metamorphising into a feral creature bourne of instincts alone. That it was Bren that he wanted, that he needed to feel his lover deep inside of him, needed him multiple times as the wave of lust grew ever upward. ] Mmmm it feels.. so good.

[ This did not stop him whatsoever from greedily taking what Bren was offering, lifting his hips up in a manner that was almost a defiance of gravity, with his shoulders on the bed but his hips rising up to meet those fingers that fucked him out so perfectly. ]

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[It was the most incredible spell that Bren had ever cast, the way Essek reacted to his touch, those sounds and the way that lithe, graceful body arched as if gravity had no hope of ever holding the Shadowhand to its wishes. No, it was the other way around; gravity worshipped at the altar of this beautiful man.

His fingers massaged over that little bundle again and again, pausing long enough to nudge a third finger inside, hissing his own pleasure at the way he could feel his Master's body yield for him.]

Good, it is meant to feel good. I want to make you feel better than you have ever felt... I want to make this good for you.

[And oh he wanted to be inside him. He was sure that Essek was ready for him, but he still lingered, leaning close to capture those plush lips, that irresistible mouth.]

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[ The kiss was a scrape of teeth, those sharp incisors ferally nipping against Bren's mouth, would cause further reddening with the way that he tugged and pulled. And yet it still was not rough enough to cause pain, just enough that it was an indication that this felt good, and it did-- fingerpads massaging into his walls, more touches against his prostate.

His own cock was leaking against their bodies, pressing upward insistantly against Bren's navel, so that the other man could feel his ridged flesh attempting to gain purchase, he was panting and nearly de-regulated with his body on fire.

This was his M'hrandii, he was his-- his and he needed him in a primal and vital way, this was not just his pet but his mate and he was answering to that call. A few more strangled moans as Bren fucked him with those adept fingers, his mouth and tongue hungry and opening up underneath Bren's mouth and then he was coming.

It was a violent and nearly obscene thing with his body pushing against those fingers and his spend painting that abdomen, that cock with slick-- so much, and his body trembling while his body heightened it's body temperature. ] Pleasepleaseplease--

[ He wanted, no he needed Bren inside of him; this felt like almost a tease. But at the very least if Bren mated with him now, he could be assured at least a space of rest afterwards. ]

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[Bren was attempting some self preservation for once in his life, given that the healer said they would send the potion for his stamina, and until it arrive he was on his very human own. He did not want to let Essek down in any way, after all. That was entirely unthinkable. His Master needed him, and Bren needed to take care of him.

He kissed Essek like he was surviving only by grace of the sounds that spilled from the drow's lips, devouring them with eager lips and teeth and tongue.

He only broke from the kiss when he felt that first heated splash of seed against his stomach, the slick, pearlescent mess that Essek had made between the both of them. Bren found himself looking down at the other man, watching the way he trembled, and then those pleading words spilling from his lips. Bren could not deny him anything, would never deny him anything, but certainly not now.]

Ja, of course. Of course, I will give you what you want. I will give you everything.

[And he would not draw that wait out any longer. His fingers slipped free of that tight passage, trying not to think too much about the way he could feel those muscles tensing and quivering around them and what it would feel like to bury his cock deep inside.

Bren settled himself between Essek's legs, kneeling, sitting back on his heels as he reached out and wrapped his hands around Essek's hips and pulled, drawing the drow closer, tilting those hips up so that he could press the tip of his cock against that eager hole.]

Ich habe dich. Ich liebe dich.

[Softly murmured secrets he barely realized he was voicing, but they were promises, and he began to push inside him, hissing as he sank into that perfect, pliant body.]

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[ Essek's legs were spread and then those legs as they were spread draped against those thighs, and then he felt the way that the cock pressed insistently against his quivering hole the way that it almost begged for being filled. He heard those strange words in Bren's home language and he wondered what that meant-- but that was a hazy thought and would not see the light of lucidity.

His fingers clenched in shoulders and he attempted to rock his hips upward even further, a ill-gained attempt to bring Bren inside of him.

Those lips then gained purchase, tasting those strange foreign words on his tongue, and as he did so-- he tasted the hiss-- the way the saliva seemed to sweeten between hisses against his own tongue. How the drow wrapped around him, squeezing the cocktip inch by inch that was presented to him. Underneath him the bed hugged him close with the weight of Bren's body sandwhiching him with warmth.

Essek's own desire was vented in anxiety as well, his body undergoing it's first heat so the feeling of weight over him was a certain amount of calming ]

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[Bren could feel the way the other man seemed to melt beneath his weight, and he took it as encouragement, to slip one arm beneath, until he could cradle the back of Essek's head, fingers slipping into the start of soft white curls. He kissed him continuously, interspersed with soft murmurs, promises of taking care of him, of making him feel good of being everything he wanted him to be. He slipped between Common and Zemnian and the snippets of Undercommon that he had learned.

A rock of his hips, again and again bit by bit he sank his cock inside that passage, groaning to his lover's lips in pleasure at the feeling of it. His hips came to rest against the drow's ass, fully hilted inside him.

Another kiss, softer, and he murmured.]

You feel so perfect... are you all right? Is it good?

[But he already knew the answer to that, with the way Essek was clinging to him, the way that hole seemed to want to draw him in even deeper, as if that were even possible.]

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[ Right now Essek was both filled by Bren and also surrounded by him, there was an ache deep within him that felt nearly painful but right now he almost felt like it was going to be stoked; there was a half-sob of pleasure-relief that was pressed against that mouth; his own fingers nails and all digging into Bren's freckled shoulders and making new marks there.

That sob was answer enough though he did nod in response regardless.

Those luminous gold eyes that looked up into blue; blue that he drowned in. His M'hrandii-- in his hazed state he recognized it, and that his mate only wanted to protect him-- care for him.

It was an intimate moment and not one that he had ever experienced with Adeen; while the previous experience had been one of digust and shame, this felt different-- this was full of affection. Despite the affection though, he did not want Bren to hold back and as his fingers moved to cling at the back of the neck, he breathed out. ] Y--yes.. you feel very.

[ His teeth scraped against Bren's lower lip. ]

Do not.. be gentle, I need you to imprint yourself.. [ He wanted his Pet to mold to him, to make him perfectly sized to accomodate. ]

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[Bren liked that sharp press of nails, knowing that Essek was clinging so tightly to him, like he was the last certain thing left in the storm that was building around them, sweeping the rest of the world away so it was only them and the need and desire, the traded kisses and sweat-damp skin. He looked down at the drow, into those gold-soaked eyes.

For just a moment he rested his forehead against the other man's. Do not be gentle. It shook the tethers of his self control, and Bren would give Essek what he wished. Gods he needed it too, needed to stake this claim here. His. He'd long accepted that he belonged to Essek, but this was the first time he was brave enough to even have the thought that the other man could also be his.]

I need you too... need to have you. I...

[Dangerous words, so close to things he ought not say. He should remember his place, remember who and what he was.

But right now all he could think about was how it felt like they were made for each other.

Drawing his hips back, slow and deliberate, he stopped when only the head of his cock was still inside, drawing out that scintilla more so that he could feel the way Essek's hole seemed to try to cling to the head of his prick. And then he thrust in, in one fluid motion, hard and deliberate, hips crashing to ass, then repeated again and again, as if he fully intended on fucking Essek straight into the bed until it broke beneath them.]

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[ It was a claiming that Essek needed, it was a claiming that would rope between the both of them because Essek would need that same feeling of all-encompassing as their bodies collided repeatedly. Those words in that Zemnian-accented voice, it was a rumbling purr-- it felt like a beautiful string of tonal endearments. And then that first thrust came, deliberate and set to utterly destroy him in all the most beautiful ways.

He would never give that to anyone but this man.

His ankles locked around Bren's waist and then he was fucked into the bed, his own body only bouncing a little bit. Fever ran through him and then a sharp little cry of pleasure slipped from those lips in an entreaty for more; oh gods, that did feel good-- like a cooling agent that was bellbent on estinguishing the fire within him at least temporarily.

His eyes slightly glazed, that warm honey look slightly dazed at the haze of lust that wrapped around them; but it was coloured with something far more enduring and binding. Those eyes spoke please even as soft gasps emmerged from his mouth, and then his walls were squeezing as if trying to prevent Bren from leaving him which caused it's own bout of friction. ]

You feel so good.. please please please.. Bren, please-- [ Begging for more contact, more closeness, begging for Bren to fill him and ease that ache inside him because he was the ONLY man who could do so. ]

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Ja... yes. Gods, yes... anything. Ask me for anything, and it is yours. I am yours...

[Words just spilling past his lips as if he couldn't possibly stop them now that they had started. He fell into a rhythm of moving with Essek, something primal and instinctual, stripped down to the very elements of existence. He could not resist falling straight into those molten gold eyes, losing himself in them and then finding himself more complete in the next breath.

A roughened groan at the way those walls gripped at him, spurring him on. His hips rolled now, trying to find the angle that would bring him moving relentlessly over that spot inside him. He stole another kiss, then kissed and mouthed his way down his jaw, teeth scraping, tongue tasting skin, down until he could bury his face against his neck, could bite there, harder than he had consciously intended to, not near enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. His.]

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[ Being claimed as such by Bren, it fulfilled some basic primal need within him that his body desired and craved-- there would be marks on his neck left by Bren's teeth, there would be the feeling of where Bren had been to the core of him that he would feel for perhaps days, of course he would because he fully intended on letting Bren in again and again, it would be a symbiotic communion of desire where they would both take turns being claimed.

A gasp as his hips rolled in time with Bren's own downward thrusts, meeting while that spot was slammed again repeatedly. His fingers buried in hair and he roughly panted out his own pleasure, tasting the air and the slight mist of sweat that surrounded them. ]

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[Bren panted against Essek's skin, murmuring words that barely approached coherence. Their meaning was still clear, wordless need and desire and love. Oh he loved this man, wanted to be with him. Like this. Like anything, as long as he was allowed to stay by his side.

A shiver, and he could feel his own release building, the pleasure wrung from him with every sound Essek made, those fingers tangled in his hair.

A soft brush of his lips against the mark that he left, and he murmurs, lips finding their way to the shell of that finely pointed ear.]

Will you come for me? I want to feel you coming around me while I fill you up.

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[ The touch felt like a brush of heaven, the whisper was both warm and cool-- teasing him with heat and relief; he found he could not do anything, no words except to nod, and then he bucked upward and then it was a frenzy while his panting filled the air around him. With deep hunger he rose up to meet those downward thrusts, fisting his fingers in hair while he rode out the depths at which Bren plumbed him.

He wanted to be filled up with Bren's seed, wanted to take him as one took a mate, accepted and perhaps even accept that seed; though it was often times uncommon to breed for a drow man though it had been known to happen underneath the auspice of True Mates.

Essek could feel himself grow close and then he took Bren's hand and then he placed it between them so that his lover could stroke him with every thrust. Meanwhile at the very least he was able to use gravity to support Bren if but a little bit, to take the stress off of him, adjusting gravity for the both of then, ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren was still thoroughly oblivious to the idea of being Essek's mate. It was a concept unknown to him, after all. But oh if he knew he would count himself the luckiest man in existence, to belong in that way to this beautiful, merciful creature.

As it was, he'd be very surprised when the truth of all this came out, when what they were unknowingly creating between the two of them became known. Surprised but happier than he had any right to be, than he could ever hope to truly deserve.

He let his hand be guided, fingers curling around that shaft, already slick with spend, moving his hand in time with the almost punishing thrusts inside the drow. He was chasing his own climax now, maddeningly close even if by all rights he should have been wrung dry. Another thrust and his rhythm stuttered, hips jerking in short stacatto motions, more rutting against him than thrusting now as he spilled himself deep inside, painting that tight passage white with his release.]

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[ Orgasm wrecked Essek at nearly the same time that it did Bren; it was a hot and filthy thing, he could feel the force and velocity of orgasm and that did it; along with the quick and slick passes of hand over first with each stroke, that seemed to guide his orgasm even closer-- once he felt himself being filled, he let out a whimpering moan and then he came as well, ribbons of seed like lava over hand as he came.

It was not only his cock that evidenced the orgasm; his own walls squeezed tightly like a force of gravity, his own body arching up and then he twitched as each aftershock engulfed him. Pleasure that move through him and coloured all of his senses in such a way that he would gratefully ride out that wave.

And then his head fell back against the pillow and his legs became locked.. But for right now he was satiated. A rumpling purr as he nudged Brem to lay down atop him, it was a command while he proved to Bren that he wanted to indulge in a cuddle. There would be more such acts as this, bouts of railing followed by cuddles swathed in contentment. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren took a few moments to return to his body from where his soul had nearly been drawn completely out of him via his cock. He panted quietly, catching his breath and remembering what it was like to exist in the world and not just in Essek. He would have tried to hold himself up, to not rest too much of his weight on the other man, but those legs still wrapped around his waist and the tug of those arms, well, who was he to deny his Master what he wished?

He settled atop him, a deliciously sticky mess that would probably need to be seen to before too long, but for now, well, they'd earned the sweat-slick skin and the come that stained both their skin. He nuzzled his face against Essek's neck, smiling to himself as he heard that rumbling sound. Purring. Like a cat.

Another brush of his lips over the bite mark he'd left on that perfect neck.] How are you feeling? Do you need anything? I could get you water, perhaps? [A snack? Orange slices? Gatorade?]

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[ Around this time the door opened, it was the unseen servants with the stamina potion, the barest clink of glass jars upon the polished wooden surface of the table. Also balm and sleeping medicine; all of the things that the Cleric had promised the two of them to help them get through this time, and with tactful discretion. Whatever secrets Essek held, the cleric would not reveal them.

Essek nuzzled against that neck before finally he tilted his head back.

It was hard to make out words, especially with the scent of Bren's sex wrapped around him. But finally he let out a soft whispery murmur. ] Water...

[ He unlocked his ankles though, reluctant to let him slip away, already Bren's cock had slipped from his body and he felt full but also empty. He further elaborate. ] Eat something.. you need your...

[ Energy.]

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So do you.

[Bren murmurs back, lingering in Essek's arms longer than he strictly has to. But it's nice to be held, and to let his lips brush against the line of his jaw, the point of his chin and then those lips again.]

I will get us both water. And a cloth to clean us up, ja?

[Another kiss, indulgent now really, languid and unhurried.] And I will take my potion, and you will take your medicine, and we will rest while we can.

[Because heat or not, drow or not, Essek still needed to take care of himself during this. Or rather, he needed to let Bren take care of him, because that's what the former Volstrucker intended on doing.]

And... Will you indulge me in one request?

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[ There was a hazed curiousity in those golden eyes, pupils wide and limitless like a warm honeycomb. Especially at the idea of indulging Bren in a request-- he shifted to tilt his head to the side and then he rested his hand against Bren's hip while he arched into the languid kisses of that mouth, open-mouthed and tasting of salt and breakfast. ]

Yes.. anything.

[ Something possessive constricted in his chest, a desire to please his mate just as much as Bren had pleased him.. He wanted to bask in the afterglow, and yes drink his medicine, just as Bren would take the lasting medicine. He would need it for the next three days which would be the worst of them. After the third day it would start to taper back down. ] I will give you anything you want..

[ But freedom.. he did not think he could let Bren go ever. ]

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[As if Bren would want to go anywhere but where he was, as if he had not found salvation and freedom in Essek's embrace. Perhaps it was a strange thought, to be an owned thing, a pet and a possession but feel as if something in him had been set free from a prison of his own making. He nuzzled at the drow's cheek, unthinking, all the absentminded pieces of affection that felt natural.]

Let me stay in your bed and hold you? While we rest?

[Not that his cot at the foot of his Master's bed was uncomfortable. It wasn't, at all. But he did not want to be sent back to it just now, wanted to stay close, to keep the contact between them unbroken. To be close if Essek needed him, in whatever way that might manifest.]

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What makes you think I will allow you to go back there, ever?

[ He growled that out, trying to wrap his body around Bren more closely which negated the whole point of Bren getting out of bed to get him medicine and water. He bit at that shoulder and it was a substantial one as he got his beautifully sharp incisors there, set to mark that freckled skin with a nice purple bruise.

This Pet was his mate and he would not allow Bren to escape, he would squeeze him until he was dry; which was probably why it was important for Bren to take that stamina potion so that his well wouldn't run out quite so fast. ]

You are mine and you will stay here.

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[It was not the reaction Bren was expecting. So for a moment his eyes widened before his breath caught in equal surprise -- and startled pleasure -- at the sharp feeling of those teeth pressing into his shoulder. Oh.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to Essek's temple.]

Yes, Master. Yours. Always yours.

[It was an easy promise to make, wasn't it? When it was the only thing that he wanted to be.

Maybe Essek would rethink all of this when his mind was clear, when he survived this heat frenzy that had taken him. But for now, Bren would not for one moment take for granted being allowed this closeness, this intimacy, this feeling of wanting and being wanted in return.]

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[ Essek untwined himself enough so that Bren could grab what he needed, but those slitted eyes watched Bren closely, because he wanted to make sure that the other man returned to him. A drow in heat could be very needed and it appeared that Essek was sexactly that. He needed the feel of that body against his own, he needed the warmth covering him and wrapping him up in a cocoon of safety.

A soft mrrr that evidenced itself, a 'come back soon'. He would honestly drink anything as long as it meant that Bren would curl his warm body next to him. What had not been told about the heat was that intense bout of dependency that would be inspired in the drow-- it would not be just the fucking but the proximity as well.

He did not burn quite so bad at the moment, but that did not mean that he didn't want Bren's body pressed back up against him as soon as possible. ]

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[Bren did not have the excuse of heat, only of his own yearning, but he wanted to be quick about this errand as well. He wanted to enfold the drow back into his arms and indulge in soft, sweet touches of affection.

So it was very briefly that he was bustling about the room, first coming with a cup of water to press into Essek's hands.]

Drink. And this is what the healer left for you.

[The sedative to help him rest. While Bren took his potion to help him replenish his own stores. And water. Good gods did he drink water. The trip to fetch a basin and a wash cloth took only a few moments longer, and he settled on the bed beside his Master, looking to him for permission before he began to wipe the sweat and mess of come left on his skin. Yes, he could have let Essek prestidigitate it away, he supposed, but he was enjoying the taking care of him this way. It was his own indulgence really. A careful cleaning and caress over his stomach, down slowly to more sensitive areas, gentle and determined.]

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[ Essek drank the water and found that he drained the entire class, after that he took the draught of a sedative to help him rest, it also meant that when he woke up he would be raring to go and then that would start the true test of their bodies rolling together in carnality.

He wanted to bite the other man but instead he let him clean him up, humming with pleasure at the grooming. Honestly, he enjoyed the care taken-- the way that Bren patiently wiped up the sticky mess, carefully and lovingly and it was hard not to indulge in touches and cuddles.

Yes, this was the true core of the heat-- Bren would eventually read a book and find out this only happened between a mated pair; they were bound now and there was not much anyone could do to stop it-- they would be mated to death and perhaps beyond. ]