"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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[ 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. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[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. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[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. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[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.]

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I will kill him...

[ Essek murmured against the neck as he was submerged in fragrantly warm waters, his entire body sinking into the warmth as if he had not had a bath in days-- and maybe that was just the product of the stickiness. He was satiated for right now, would give Bren a little more time to recover until the next bout.

A purr then, a reminder that Bren was close to him-- that he was protected, that also he would protect Bren. He would've reached for the shampoo and a bath poof except that he did not want to draw himself far enough a way to see to things like that. ] M'hrandii... Mine.. [ It was spoken like a prayer, a litany of reverence. ]

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I will help.

[Bren murmured back because the idea of Adeen ever setting a finger on Essek again curdled something in his stomach, a cold and sick feeling. His Master deserved better. And while Bren would not be bold enough to think that it ought to be him, it was better than Adeen.

Gods knew he wanted it to be him. He wanted to be what his Master wanted and needed, and he would be there for him in whatever way the drow desired. But he knew he was a pet, an obedient plaything, and not meant to be a partner. That was all right, he lied to himself. That was fine.

He pressed his lips to Essek's head through his hair.]

Yours. [He agreed wholeheartedly.]

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[ There was an adoration in those golden eyes as he pulled back to look into Bren's eyes, it was so soft and only a fool would not recognize it for what it was; but then perhaps they were both fools. In this vulnerable time, Essek wore his heart on his sleeve, and even though he had been rather vicious back there-- he wanted to be protected.

And he had been, he'd heard Bren's cold voice.

He'd never been in love before, but he had tumbled straight into it with the spoken words of a man who was to protect him. His Pet yes, but also his lover.. and his mate-- their souls entwined like red threads winding around each other's hearts and then with it being intricately tied in a bow. ]

Yours---

[ And then he rested his head against that shoulder once again while he let the waters lap against their bodies. ]

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[Oh they were matched fools. Beyond all doubt they were. Bren looked into those eyes, familiar and beautiful and felt himself melt into all the painfully real love he felt for the drow.

Bren would have protected him yes. If Adeen had made even the slightest move into trying to come into the room, to move towards Essek, he would have lashed out. Even now the thought of Essek's useless husband trying to encroach on their sanctuary stirred an anger in him that should have been surprising in its vehemence.

His arms settled around the other man and he breathed out that anger. Adeen was gone and only Essek was here, and he was safe and in his arms where he belonged.

That single simple syllable stopped his heart and restarted it into a new and better rhythm. Yours. His. His arms tightened around Essek and he murmured, soft and questioning, the word he still only half understood.] M'hrandii?

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[ Essek tried to think of the equivalent for M'hrandii, his mind was so fogged with anything but instinct, however he finally closed his mental fingers around it and then he leaned in to whisper against Bren's ear, the breath soft and warmer than it would've normally been. ] Mate--

[ It was something far deeper than husband, it was something tied into his soul but he felt that for Bren; he could not attribute it to love because he was still grasping with the primal aspect of it; but it was so painfully wrapped up in love; a present shared between the two men.

But perhaps mate would convey it, or maybe Bren would not understand; that was possible too. Mates were rare in the Dynasty as it were, but it likened itself back to the Underdark when the drow ruled themselves and held themselves to the laws that govered the natural world. ]

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[Oh. That's... Bren's chest constricts. Mate. Was that how Essek truly saw him? Or was it just the haze of his heat talking? He didn't know. Gods he didn't know, but he wanted it. He wanted to be something to Essek, something more than only his pet.

...oh he wanted to be his pet too. He would not change any of that for an instant.

His arms tightened about him.] Mate.

[He could be that for him, even if it was only just for the span of this spell that had taken his Master. He should have stopped talking then and there, but he was half swept up in this haze too, the healer's potion coursing through his veins and muddying his thoughts and...] ...I love you.

[Well. How did that cat get here and where was the bag it should not have been let out of.]

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[ Essek heard those words and found that it made his heart ache, but also it made him somewhat bashful and shy, and so he hid his face in that freckled shoulder. He was not very good at emotion, but perhaps better than when the heat had not coursed through his veins-- his lips kissed at the crook of that neck.

Perhaps that was not the most appropriate answer but it was meant to be soothing and gentle, to ease him and that nervousness. It was typical mate behavior to calm and soothe anxieties.

More of a purr fell from those lips, like a dreamscape that was merely for them.

And it had intensified with Bren's words spoken from the heart. ]