"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]

[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, ]

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[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. ]

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[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. ]

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[Once they were both cleaned to what Bren decided was satisfaction, hydrated and medicated with their respective magical means, he crawled back into bed, nudging Essek back towards the pillows until the drow settled himself to lying down once more. Then Bren would drape himself over him, deciding that he'd been told this was where he belonged, and seeing no reason to argue with that thought at all.

He wrapped his arms around him, shifting enough to his side that they could nest against one another, entwined in a perfect meeting of limbs and bodies.]

Are you feeling better? For the moment at least?

[Bren was feeling utterly spent, but comfortably so at least -- for now. His fingers took to tracing patterns along Essek's hip where his hand was rested.]

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[ More of those self-fulfillment needs were being met by Bren; his own medicine taken so that for at least eight hours the desire would become numbed and not as urgent, a slow steady thrum that was easy to manage through. More water consumed and then he was cleaned up of all of the remnants of their activities so that they both didn't wake up in the leftovers of a sticky mess.

But to Essek's own contentment, he scented of Bren-- and most importantly Bren faintly scented of him.

This was just as important to the mating bond and was perhaps even more healing; it was finding someone who could perhaps heal all of your brokenness, fusing their parts to your own until they became something beautiful and whole- his broken pieces fitting so very neatly into Bren's and vice-versa. ]

Mmmmhmmm.. I am. [ Essek found himself with the urge to burrow into that embrace and craved skin on skin contact, it was also in the scruff of facial hair that he so ardently rubbed his cheek up against. He was exhibiting a tendancy toward marking the other man, as if he could pick up more of that fragrance or spread his own; it was a strong desire to engage in the other aspects of mating, the intimate non-verbal but romantic ones, as if he had been thirsty his entire life. ] I only want you to help me through this, no one else.

[ No one else, it felt like a committment-- didn't it? ]

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[It was not lost on Bren that Essek was acting very much like a cat who had decided that Bren was his and wanted to make it known as such to any other cat who happened to encounter him. He knew that feline tendency enough to see this as the sort of scent marking that it was. He tried not to let the thrill at the idea of Essek wanting him to be his set too deep. This was an effect of the heat that had taken his Master, nothing more than that.

It was something he repeated to himself as he tightened his arms around Essek and nuzzled back against him. Repeated again at the realization of how perfectly they fit in one another's arms.

Repeated more desperately when Essek said those words, that did feel like something. He tried so hard to shut down that hope, and yet, he still heard himself admitting.]

It is not my place to say but I do not want anyone else helping you this way. [And then, softer, a confession that he expected would lead to punishment when his Master was clearer-minded.] I do not want anyone else to touch you this way but me. Especially him.

[He did not even feel like voicing Adeen's name.]

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[ Essek heard those words, the sedatives were starting to flow through him-- and peace and calmness engulfed him. In such a way this was the perfect time to voice it, because it was something that his mind could grasp. If Bren had spoken this before the drugs, there would've been a rough claiming involved.

Instead he pressed his lips against the pulse there and wordlessly took skin between his teeth.

It was a loose bite, it was not engaged enough to hurt but it was the sort of thing a cat did with someone that that was theirs-- it was all that his mind could grasp ahold of, what his body could enunciate where words were somewhat insufficient. He then let his tongue drag and it wasn't anything overtly sexual, just a soothing and an acknowledgement.

Though whatever he did now, words would absolutely have to come later for them. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren pressed a kiss to the drow's forehead. He could see how he was slipping off into sleep at the behest of the sedatives, and he would not get in the way of that. After all, he could use the rest as well.

But he also could tell that Essek was halfway drifted away, even as those teeth and tongue play over his skin. A shiver ran through him, a pleasant little thrill at the soft affection.

He murmured, softly,]

Rest, beautiful creature.

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[ It was a sleep that was broken up only a little bit. Four hours and he roused only so that he could eat something, though he roused Bren to eat as well-- it was a mere luncheon of meat and cheese with bread, brought to the bed to consume before the two of them fell back into each other for more sleep.

It was his body reminding himself that he needed to eat.

Everything that he had heard about heat was not precisely right, there was a tenderness to it; something primal and loving in the foraging of food. To sustain his partner, to make sure that his partner ate and gathered strength.

It was only after the next four hours that it would be important that Bren had eaten for when Essek arose, he would rise in other ways too. ]

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[Bren did not argue with the idea of food when Essek woke him to eat. He was hungry and vaguely aware that he would need all the strength and energy he could muster in the next few days, for the sake of making sure Essek was properly taken care of.

Falling back to sleep curled up with the drow was blissfully easy as well, and Bren was deep in slumber by the time that his Master would stir. His dreams were silent, no nightmares, no dreams at all, just the warmth and weight in his arms, the scent of Essek surrounding him.

It was a sweet sleep, deep and peaceful like floating softly on a stream.]

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[ The first thing that Essek was aware of was Bren's presence, the thrumming of the heart and the soft breath that huffed slightly against his neck. The next thing that he noticed was that he was achingly painfully hard, and that it was screaming at him to do something about it.

The sedatives had allowed himself to rest but now he was wakening, that was when his body started to scream loudly for attention.

He found himself finding the curve of that neck and then nibbling against it in an almost insistent manner-- running his fingers against the forearms, the soft crisscrossed scars that he did not give the other man-- he was touching as if he was set to claim, all the while he started to roll his hips right against that thigh offered to him.

If Bren woke up, he woke up.

If he didn't? Well that was fine too-- Bren was his pet after all and he could do whatever he wanted to him, not only that but mate-- and there was a hint of entitled to him as he eagerly arched against Bren's sleeping form, rutting almost gently to the man caught in somnos. ]

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[It took a few moments for Bren to stir completely. It was a pleasant way to wake up, the soft but heated touches, the nibbling against his skin. A soft hum slipped past his lips, though it felt half in a dream.

Slowly his eyes fluttered open, bleary and half asleep at first. He could feel Essek's cock against his thigh, and there was a stirring in him too, something warm that spread straight through him quickly, that dreamy slumber lingering, his mind pleasantly hazed.]

Mm... Master?

[He would have no objections to Essek doing whatever he wanted to him either. In fact as he was all for it.]

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[ The voice alerted Essek to the fact that Bren was awake, but likewise there was also that hint of a hum that felt almost like a purr-- it drew him, it answered to a call in him so when he heard the question mark in the voice, his body rolled even more tightly against Bren's while he dragged his tongue up that neck until it was nibbling against a jawline.

His hand on Bren's stomach, slowly sliding down abdomen until he reached where the blanket covered the lower half, and then slipping just underneath the edge.

Neither of them were wearing clothing; and it that was a rather good decision all told. From how they were set to be acting, they would have absolutely no need for clothing. Thus, he kept the edge of his fingertips just underneath while he purred against that jawline. ] Yes?

[ And there was a note of thrilling possession there too, it was in his tongue and his mouth; it was in the throb that centered against hip and was so painfully connected to skin, warm purple skin ridged as it pulsed. ]

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[Bren's breath caught as Essek rolled against him, as he felt the unmistakable drag of that hard prick against his hip. Breathing went entirely too hell as the drow's hand meandered its way down his stomach, beneath the blankets, so close. His own cock stirred immediately, the stamina potion having created a store of energy for the otherwise only human man to draw from. But it's the lingering feeling of molten desire beneath it that seems to have taken up residence in him, stirring that desire into a need that has him turning towards that purring.

His lips sought out his Master's to taste that mouth before he even realized he ought to answer. Words were hard though, and when he tried to find them he instead only heard himself whimper softly, as if that growing desperation in him had overpowered his ability to put his scattered, still half asleep thoughts into any words.

Bren turned towards him, trembling fingers sliding up along the drow's side.]

Please?