"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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[ 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. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[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? ]

[ausgebrannt]

[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. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[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. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[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. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[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?

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[ There was something about Bren that pleased him, it was an air of submission; that the other man would do exactly what he wanted, would spread for him-- would welcome him between thighs, he found himself licking into that mouth eagerly and with hunger, his teeth then dragging against the fullness of lips while his fingers slipped underneath blanket and he wrapped them around head, thumbing at the droplets of come that lingered there at the slit.

His own voice was a husky drowish growl, slightly hazed and sleepy as he allowed instincts to take over.

His mate, his M'hrandii whom would cater to his every win, who would take care of him-- he could almost feel that warmth; he was so hot and yet the desire ever was to become hotter, so hot that it took everything not to push him back onto the bed, to the other man's stomach so that he could lick out his Pet and prepare him for his arousal. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren would do whatever Essek wanted, would spread his legs, bare himself, offer up anything that would please the other man. It was obvious perhaps in the way that he yielded to that kiss, lips parting and tongue sliding along Essek's to welcome the kiss deeper. He whimpered a moan to the kiss again as that hand found his arousal, hips rocking towards that touch, eager to seek out more.

That growl sent a jolt straight through him, that need hot enough that he thought it might consume him, and all he could think about was Essek and how much he wanted him, wanted to please.

One hand made its way up along the drow's chest, up to settle at the side of his neck, up and then into his hair. Essek's touch was perfect, but nowhere near enough.]

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[ Essek's free hand, the one not curled around that hard aching shaft, was pressed against Bren's shoulder- and then he pushed backward though he was very quick to follow suit; with a deft dexterity he moved his body to just between those thighs. All throughout this his mouth was still on Bren's but that back would hit the bed with a decisive thump.

There was no reasoning with Essek now. He would want what he wanted, and he would take it at all costs; he would seek and demand and it was Bren to fulfill his every single need. A soft growl caught against lips as he found he could only use single words, just as Bren himself was capable of.

Against those lips, with his tongue twining, he hissed the words. ] Stomach, now? [ And the normally elegant and polished drow was now a small beast of a man, the touch of elegance gone until such base instincts remained. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren gasped to his lips as he was pushed back, unable to stop the way his body reacted, arching up against him like gravity had reversed itself for him and he was bound to Essek Thelyss and not the earth below them. He had no complaints about this particular change in his own personal rules of physics.

He heard himself moaning in agreement to that hissed request -- or was it an order? it was as good as one anyway. Bren moved immediately to obey; something in him could sense that change in his Master, the switch that had clearly flipped in the drow, the feral, primal edge to him.]

Yes, Master...

[A breathless murmur as he forced himself to break away from the other man's lips, moving to turn himself over, glancing back at Essek over his shoulder. His pupils were blown, chasing the bright sky blue to a single thin ring around the edge, an eclipse where desire and lust had blocked everything else out and away.]

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[ Essek relied on his instincts, and there was nothing more instinctual then his reaction to Bren-- to the arch of that freckled back, to the hips jutting out and presented to him, he longed to fuck him, and it was a thought that was so forceful but which would scandalize him upon his return to the world of reason. His tongue licked against his fangs in a manner similar to earlier this morning, except now his eyes were nearly luminous and glow in the dark. They were candles in the shadows of the bedroom.

And then his palms grasped hips and he pulled them forward until he could rub his own ramrod straight cock against the valley between those cheeks, he was rutting now-- be barely bothered to wonder if this was conveying his desire suitably, he was merely taking and seizing.

He would have him every single way, railing him right here and ow or mounting him like Bren was some stead meant for *his* pleasure. A rough roll of hips while one hand moved to clench into locks of red, to yank to the side so that he could press his mouth against the very side of neck, to scrape his teeth there right at that sweet spot that would leave a mark.

Essek's breath was rough and panting, seized by a pleasure that was a tidal wave-- a force of nature. This was exactly why Bren had been given the stamina and aphrodesiac, the beginning was gradual.. until it was a storm. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Those eyes, the way that Essek looked at him, Bren knew in that moment that he would be completely and thoroughly claimed, possessed in a way he had never even dreamed of, and gods help him he wanted it. He wanted to be taken and used in whatever way his Master desired, wanted to be so ruined for anyone else that no other touch would ever do. And it wouldn't. There would always, only be this beautiful man who had him body and heart and soul.

He whined out a low, roughened sound at the feeling of that cock sliding along between his cheeks, over his hole, so close and so good but not enough. He needed Essek inside him, needed his Master to fuck him hard enough that sitting would be impossible, to fill him so full of his seed that he overflowed with it. The sheer force of that yearning nearly choked the air from his lungs.

Those fingers in his hair had him fully crying out, head moving with the tugging, baring his neck to that attention. Already this was poised to make their earlier round of carnality look like gentle foreplay. It ought to be terrifying, but the way Bren trembled was need, not fear.]

Please... fuck me, Master. I need you. Ruin me. Show me how I am yours.

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[ It would look like a gentle tea-party, that which they had eight hours ago; it was gentle by comparison for the beast within Essek had taken over, the beast that needed to mate and be mated, who would demand every single drop of come out of the other man, until he was drained dry; laying spent underneath.

This was his mate who would breed him, who would plant his seed inside of him and make it quicken-- he recognized this intimately and he would have no mercy. With a forceful shove down of that shoulder, the top of Bren's chest would make contact with the bed, and then those hips were angled upward, putting the Empire Pet in the most lewd and filthy position, bearing that hungry hole to Essek's feverish gaze.

And then Bren would feel the first lathe of tongue right against that entrance, pressed flat and upward like Essek was licking against an ice cold treat-- except Bren was hot and just as feverish as him. Very insistently, his tongue danced against ridges and then he was spreading that saliva all around, making circles and then infiltrating in hot swipes and penetrations. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren was utterly oblivious to the knowledge that anything would come of any of this save for exhaustion and bruises and love bites. The thought of somehow creating life with their union was something he would never have even believed remotely possible.

He was not, however, oblivious to the way that Essek roughly pressing him to the bed, leaving him presented so obscenely -- ass on display and utterly begging for the drow's attention -- made him feel. His face pressed to the bed, fingers gripping in blankets tightly at the first brush of that hot, wet tongue.]

A...ah.... Master...

[A sob that was clearly pleading for more. His body reacted, that burning in him flaring from smoldering ember to full conflagration.]

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[ There were no preliminaries, the only thing that could possibly suffice was his prick buried deep inside. His mouth on that eager quivering hole, working his tongue in and out while he arched himself, trying to stymie the way that his own dick absolutely tightened with utter want.

He was eating out Bren, spreading his tongue deep as he licked against walls, treating the entrance like the mouth that he had kissed but minutes ago, licking him out as he attempted to fill himself with his mate's musk and desire.

One Finger arched in, slowly working in and out with his tongue and he stretched him. He would not have patience for more fingers than this one though, after a certain point taste would not be enough, he would have to plunder and overtake the other man until he was a quaking lust filled filthy mess on the sheets. ]

Soon.. soon.

[ He tried to murmur soothingly, but it came out like a sharpened little growl. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren was certain that he would be devoured whole, and he was eager to let himself be that offering if Essek desired it. So long as his Master touched him, was near him, he would give him anything and everything. He promised as much, over and over again, in soft whined pleas and vows, slipping between Common and Zemnian, promising Essek anything if he would fuck him, fill him, would do something to satisfy this burning desire in him.

He rocked his hips back towards that finger, the exquisite torment of that tongue probing at his hole.]

Now...

[He mewled softly. To hells with soon. He needed, and that need would drive him mad if it weren't met. He was sure of it.]

Please..!

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[ How very cheeky that 'now' would've been if it hadn't been laced with a pained sort of urgency, as if each moment that he dallied, that Bren would be consumed by such a starvation of self. Another growl, it nearly vibrated against the strip of skin between hole and balls and then he pulled away.

A few more finger strokes, to massage those walls furiously, and then he replaced it with his leaking cockhead and started to slowly, oh so very slowly fill Bren exactly like how he wanted to.

The sounds that Essek was making felt nearly inhuman, his huffed breath forming panting admissions of excitement while his cock breached the gate and then the friction was steady-- until he grew impatient. Once that happened, he nearly slammed his hips right into Bren until his cockhead made a forceful contact with Bren's prostate; very little ceremony was involved. After that, he leaned over the back and nibbled once again at a shoulder, palm slipping underneath to stroke against the pubic hair just at the navel, nails dancing against the strip while he steadied himself. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Those growls, as pure and primal as they were, had his cock aching with need. Whatever had been in that potion, it seemed that it was perfectly made to help Bren's body communicate in this foreign language of drow heat, to understand fluently what that instinct and desire meant, the need to claim and be claimed, to be as much as one as two living souls could manage to be.

He cried out in bliss at the first feeling of that dick breaching his entrance. It had been a hasty preparation -- due to his own impatience and demand -- and his body certainly felt the stretch of being filled, but it was perfect. He was still positioned with his face pressed to the bed, still a picture of wanton need, back arching as he was slowly filled.

Then that hard thrust that had him keening a sound that spoke of ecstasy that bordered on that fine edge of pain. His cock throbbed, leaking as he rutted backwards towards that contact, likely making it harder for that steadying himself that Essek was attempting.]

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[ There was no time for gracefulness, that would've waisted precious moments. Instead he let out a soft growl as his fingers closed around the cock and the he was stroking it as he started to rut. The breath huffed against that ear as he endeavored to ride Bren hard and fast, and those keening cries and moans were only the fuel that had been heaped onto the fire.

Kindling that would be used to take them both out in a smokescreen of lust.

There was a symbiotic give that was not too easy to breach, the friction that was caused with each pull out and back and therein squeezed against his shaft. His teeth closed around the skin at the shoulder and he was pumping, both with his touch as well as the pistoning movements of his hips.

Fuck, did his mate even know how delicious he was? The sound of skin hitting skin was audible and would be loud enough to fill the area around their bodies, and somehow? That fueled Essek's movements even more to take and conquer, to leave marks of his claiming so that no one else would attempt to take his mate.

Each sscent mark, each progressed moment with each other left it's mark on the pages of their union like ink not so easily removed. ]