"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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[Bren sobbed in moans that were equal parts relieved and overstimulated. It was what he needed though, though he realized that it had only started to scratch the depth of that new itch in him. When he could think more clearly he would realize that the stamina potion had some other effects as well, and find himself perhaps grateful for it, this help for him to understand the instinctual impulse that his Master was going through.

His hips rolled towards that hand that was still stroking so tightly over his cock, and he knew that he would be utterly wrung dry.

A trembling moan in response to the way Essek keened, the call of that voice pulling at something in him that he didn't quite have a name to put to -- a yearning stronger than he had ever felt.]

You feel so good... I'm so full of you... Master... [And then it was Bren's turn to cry out at the feeling of those teeth closing in such a possessive way against his neck, at his Master finding his release as well.]

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[ Essek quivered and it was such a thing full of desire, it reverberated against Bren's back as his teeth kept themselves clamped there; hips arching though a bit slower as the movements became vastly more slickened. Heat throttled through him, and kept his cock from flagging, rather he kept those rocking motions lightly while he slid his hand over Bren's own shaft.

Dimly, he was aware that Bren had not gone down even a little bit-- he was still hard, painfully so, and with the heartbeat thumping against his palm through the veins that sluiced upward.

The words he spoke were Undercommon, they were soothing endearments as well as plaintive murmurings that Bren was being so good, it was clear in the tone that it was praise at it's most basic. ]

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[Bren was trying to remember how the basics of existence worked -- breathing, in particular was giving him something of a difficult time. But who needed breathing anyway, when Essek was still draped atop him, inside him, around him. Fuck. How could he need anything but that? But him.

His cock was still hard, still aching, and he was with it enough to send a silent thanks to the stamina potion and the cleric who had delivered it. While it would still take all he had to keep up with what his Master was going through, to be there to support him through all of it. But he at least had a chance of managing it now.

A soft shiver at the sound of those words. He'd learned enough Undercommon by now to understand the praises, and he heard himself whimpering in soft, unadulterated bliss at it.]

Mm... Master... earlier... you called me something...

[Careful now, Essek. He would ask the question. May as well tell him or he'd just look it up in his little dictionary.]

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[ He was still buried in deep, though he knew that at any point they could switch positions or he could have him in another way. The act of coming though cut through the haze just enough-- the question came and his own breath huffed out as he tried to form the semblance of words, but likewise to attach meaning to it.

Unfortunately Bren, Essek's mind was not thinking too clearly, what with the heat making him somewhat stupid. All he could think of when he said M'hrandii was attaching it to what he felt, that unseated feeling in the core of him that was all primal instincts. ]

Mine--

[ He all but growled, and if Bren did look it up later? He would see that was not a lie, but it was also something far deeper than that. A mated bond, in drow culture, was very possessive-- so it was no surprise that would be the first word that came to Essek's lips especially while the threads of heat still wove it's way around every part of his being. ]

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[Any and every which way. That was what Bren expected at this point, and he was looking forward to it, craved it now. Anything to be close to his Master, to be with him in any and every way that he could. Yes, the potion drove this echo of his master's heat, but it was how much he loved the other man that was the real reason, the true source of that desire to be everything and anything for him.

So when Essek gave him that answer, it was enough. He knew it wasn't the full truth -- he knew the word for mine in Undercommon, and that was not it. But it was truth enough and it was what he wanted to be.]

Ah... ja. Good. I am yours. All of me is yours.

[And as if to evidence that, he rolled his hips back against Essek, a reminder that they were still joined, still one.]

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[ It was not a lie per se, it was just hard to translate with his head hazy and clouded; and then as Bren pushed back-- he felt how they were joined, how he was still very hard and buried inside his lover, he pressed a soft kiss against shoulder-- following it up with the scrape of teeth, the sweetest press while he nuzzled their bodies together, and then drawing them so that Bren was tucked into a spoon against him.

Still joined, still connected. This was a far more intimate position, it was protective in that it allowed for Essek to protect Bren's back and to guard his front. His hand then settled against the chest just over where heart was, and then his hips rolled indolently back and forth. It was a more leisurely movement this time, slow and banked to prevent too much over stimulation while still allowing him to feed his ever embering need for proximity.

It was so easy to tuck his face into the crook of that shoulder and to press soft and light kisses there. No matter what the word meant, the actions meant more in terms of sincerity. ]

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[Essek would find Bren utterly pliant, not a shred of resistance in him as he settled back against him, spooned quite effectively, even if the drow was still buried deep inside. There was indeed something more intimate about this, something dangerously affectionate if Bren allowed himself to think about it that way. His eyes fluttered half shut and he arched, slow and languorously as he relished in the feeling of being held and fucked like Essek was in no hurry at all.

He let his head loll back to turn and nuzzle against him.

A moment of hesitation and he moved to settle his own hand on top of Essek's. Another intimate touch, nothing sexual about it. There was no reason in the maddening lust, but in the feelings that came in a softer, sweeter way hidden just underneath.]

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[ It was a languid sort of desire now, there was no hurry and he was enjoying the contact. If only Bren knew that Essek did not do superficial lust, that this was precious on basis that Essek was allowing himself the indulgence of intimacy like this. Answeringly, he twined their fingers together as he moved, his other hand was lifting Bren's leg to hook it over his own thigh.

With such surprising ease and strength.

Back and forth his hips rolled as he nibbled against smooth column of neck, then his hand went back to palm the still hard flesh, attempting to coax more succulent pearls out of that slitted reservoir; kisses and nuzzles in gestures that were fond--- this felt much like keeping a met close, protected but also still mating with them; and they were mating in the most primal sense, each day that passed was one more day that their souls inextricably twined. ]

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[Essek's fingers tangled through his, and Bren's heart gave a leap like it was trying to propel itself straight from his chest. He was so far gone. He loved this complicated man so much, wanted nothing more than to find a way to be worthy of him, to make him happy.

Though somehow he felt like more than just a pampered pet in this moment.

Bren moaned as he was spread, wider, the angle of those slow, deliberate thrusts changing as Essek eased his leg back. His head lolled back to bare his neck as he let himself bask in the sensation. His prick was hard and softly aching, precome collecting and being dragged down along his shaft with each movement of those fingers.]

This is... good... all I can feel is you.

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[ His teeth found the skin of that neck, and then he tugged lightly-- another mark being left on that pale freckled skin, one that would be a reminder for at least a few days beyond when the heat ended, and when Bren would have to beg for another such mark. There was a good chance that Essek would be a little embarassed by his unhinged lustful behavior.

Slow and deep, that was how he went-- the angle was such that it could not be fast whatsoever but that welcoming hole certainly did attempt to squeeze him home, and he was so very close to the brink what with the sensitivity of their massive amounts of copulation.

He was not the most capable of words right now but the purring that he evidenced from his mouth seemed to convey his desire for more, it was also a rumbling of both approval and the softly faint lilt of possessiveness. Anyone who even looked at his Pet the wrong way, his Mate would be ripped to shreds.

Just let Adeen make the implication of a threesome, we'll see how long the drow lasts. ]

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[Bren was destined to be covered in teethmarks and love bites, and he would only be pleased by all of them. He would miss them when they faded, and likely would beg for more of them, plead for those teeth in his skin.

The change of pace with this particular round of fucking was marked, but Bren found he loved it as much as the desperate, hard frenzy of only moments before. Essek was inside him, those arms around him. He could feel more than hear that purring. He let his head loll backwards, to nuzzle his way against Essek's jaw, whimpering his own pleasure.

He loved him, and the words wanted to spring from his lips, to make themselves heard in the open air. But he swallowed them back because he knew so well that they had no place, he had no right.]

Master... please...

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[ Bren was begging so sweetly, and he could recognize it; it was not in the words so much as the insistant push back against his prick, it was in the whimpers that he could feel so much as hear, and the way that Bren's cock still retained it's ramrod presence in his grasping fingers; his hand slick with precome while he continued to roll his hips.

He was close as well, so very close.

It was like an exploding barrel ready to go off at any moment. Essek growled against that neck and lightly bit there before he pumped with far more assurance, knowing he would be the first to come this time. His grip tightneed while the audible smack of skin against skin said more than words ever could. He was going on raw primal instinct right now, the way that Bren fell backward against him and he rode him though it was far more gentle than their previous couplings.

A blinding flash of something and then Essek was there, the slide became slippery as Essek spread come deep inside against those walls, marking him over and over by his presence. ]

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[Bren could feel Essek find his release, knew that his Master was pumping him full of his seed once more. It brought with it a rush of pleasure that he'd pleased the other man once again, that his Master had found his pleasure in him, that he was the one here with him as he worked his way through his heat. It fed into that desperate desire in him -- that was only augmented and driven to extremes by the aphrodisiac piece of the stamina potion -- to please, to be of use to him.

A groan slipped from his lips, his hips arching towards Essek's hand, seeking out his own climax, chasing it almost desperately now. It would not be long, not with the pleasure of being good for his Master driving him.

Another gasp of sound and Bren's body bowed as he spiled himself, making a mess of the drow's fingers, of his own stomach. But they were both a mess. He could feel Essek's come leaking from his well fucked hole, even around the prick still buried inside him. His skin was sweat-damp, hair a tousled mess.]

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[ There was a surge of Bren's scent that went alongside the orgasm, it was potent and filled Essek with contentment. He slowly slipped out, not minding the mess-- the Unseen Servants would attend to the mess once they took a bath, or they ate as he had already programmed them to operate how they needed once the doctor had given their pronouncement.

On Bren's back, Essek pushed him there and then he slipped into the circle of those arms like a small animal craving warmth and companionship. At this juncture, their bodies were touching in so many ways, their musk slowly infiltrating each other.

And with Essek's cheek rubbing up against the other man as if he was scent marking him and asserting his claim on him. ]

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[Bren sorted his arms back around Essek, welcoming the other man into his embrace -- where he belonged, his brain helpfully supplied to him. This was where Essek ought to be. Like this he knew he was safe, knew he was close and taken care of, and he could look out for him. Properly protect him.

He turned towards the way the drow was nuzzling against him.]

How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Water? A bath? Food?

[Let him take care of you, Essek.]

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[ Essek was grateful for Bren's arms wrapped around him however words were hard in this state, it was difficult to manage more than a few broken syllables here and there; eventually he could take some medication that would help him be not unhinged during his heat but for right now he was prey to his own instincts and base urges.

A soft little sigh. ] Bath.

[ As much as he languished in the scent of his mate, the stickiness was not something he was too terribly fond of, even in this state. He was one step away from attempting to lick the sticky right off of Bren, which right now would not suitably do the job.

Suddenly there was a pounding on the door which had him tensing, and then his grip on Bren tightened, a soft growl rumbled at the back of his throat. The words that came out at the door were Undercommonn, a brash tone of voice that could only be Essek's husband-- ]

~I've heard reports you've not gone into work, and your mother is worried about you-- I will force myself inside if you do not open up.~

[ The sound from Essek only intensified in ferocity, those golden eyes glimmering as he took a highly aggressive position. ]

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Mm... bath.

[Bren agreed, fully aware that the unseen servants were clever enough in their creation that they'd start the water running at only that bit of prompting. He was planning on joining Essek in the bath, because he could not imagine letting him out of his arms just now.

He goes still and stiff at the sound of pounding on the door. A frown creases his forehead and he tightens his arms around Essek. The growl from the other man left little question about who must be at the door.

Then he heard Adeen's voice. Bren leand in and pressed a kiss to Essek's forehead, a soft soothing murmur.] You're fine. It is fine. I will send him away.

[He moved to disentangle himself from the pile of limbs that they had become so he could go deal with his lover's husband.]

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[ Essek was still poised on the bed in such a manner that he was absolutely prepared to snark and throw himself at Adeen in a manner that could only be construed as feral-- even as he watched Bren head toward the door, he was already reaching for his components pouch just in case, he would if needed; he would cast such a spell as to rip him limb from limb-- this man who was not his mate but someone else, someone repulsive.

The pounding would continue until Bren opened the door; and when he did-- he would see the frame of Essek's husband, the frame that was still shorter than Bren by standards, though his shoulders would straighten and his head tilt a little bit in derision. ]

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[And there was Bren, nude still, covered in bitemarks and scratches and looking as thoroughly fucked as he was. The look on his face though, was hard-edged, sharp. Blue eyes fixed on Adeen with a weight that fully intended to pin the other man where he was.]

He is fine. You are not needed or wanted here.

[It was the first time that Bren had ever spoken to the other man, and he spoke in simplistic but clear Undercommon. Get fucked, Adeen. Bren had this.]

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[ Behind Bren, the sound of bath water could be heard starting up-- along with the very soft growling coming from inside, but Adeen would not be able to see Essek, only hear the faintest undertones. The scent of sex assaulted Adeen and then came the sneer as he slowly put everything into place. ]

~Ah, so it seems like the Empire Dog is being of use, servicing my husband. Enjoy getting your prick wet, it will not last.~ [ That sounded ominously like a threat.

But Adeen had not made the connection yet that Essek had undergone heat. ] ~I will go ahead and tell his mother that he's spreading for his Empire Whore.~ [ There was an edge to Adeen's voice, it was tinged with ill-placed possessiveness ]

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[Bren could hear that growling, and he stood up taller, taking advantage of the fact that he was taller than Adeen. His gaze never wavered, and though his voice had daggers in it, it was level. For all his anxiety and the fear that plagued Bren, it was not visible in this moment. Not when he was standing between his Master and this poor excuse for a man.

This was not the broken pet that Essek had welcomed in with mercy and gentleness. This was the Volstrucker who would burn Adeen to cinders right in front of him if given even the slimmest excuse to do so.]

Leave.

[Bren stated simply. And then, quieter, less a threat than a simple statement spoken with the utter conviction of an unassailable truth.]

You will not touch him again.

[And with that he moved to close the door, whether Adeen was in its way or not.]

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[ Adeen did not attempt to force his way in but the sound of words could be heard, and they were lodged like a rifle, edged like glass tipped dagger blades. ] ~Enjoy your time while you can.. I promise you, it is finite.~ [ Then there was the sound of retracting steps as Adeen left; only later would be register the scent that was marked and far more potent than the regular fragrance of sex.

Essek managed to slip off the bed, watching Bren's back carefully. The drow had not understood how much he was trembling until just now-- and he could not figure out if it was out of fear or rage. Maybe it was a combination of the both of them melded together to make a whole; he waited for Bren to slip back to him, holding onto the bedpost, and having been ready to tear Adeen's face off if needed. ]

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[Bren scowled at the door. Threats. Let him make threats. He didn't care. Adeen did not matter. Essek mattered.

As he turned around and saw the way that the other man was trembling, holding onto the bedpost as if needing it for support, something warm and protective swelled in him. He was not a strong man, but maybe the stamina potion and the effects it had on him gave him some assistance in what he did next.

He moved to sweep Essek up in his arms so he could bring him to the waiting bath.]

He's gone now, Master.

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Please...

[ Essek murmured this as he wrapped his arms around those shoulders, he managed the sense to allow himself to present lighter in those arms so that he barely weighed anything that Bren could not manage. His head rested against that shoulder and he hummed the next word out. ] M'hrandii--

[ Mate, his mate-- his protective mate who had faced off his husband for him; the flutter of lashes lightly brushed against Bren's neck while he was drawn toward the bathroom. Already the Unseen Servents had finished filling the tub with Essek's favorite scents and were now concentrating on changing the bedclothes and bringing up another light dinner of finger foods. ]

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I have you.

[Bren assured him as he made his way into the bathroom. He noted that Essek felt light in his arms, and that made it simpler for him to step into the bath with the drow still held close to him, to lower himself to a seat, bringing the other man to settle in his lap in the blissfully warm water.

That way he didn't have to allow any space between them, even for a moment. It soothed something in Bren as well, and he leaned back against the side of the tub, Essek tucked up against his chest as he did, sighing in relief.]