"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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[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. ]

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[It was answer enough. Bren did not expect the words returned, but he did not regret speaking them. Let the other man know that he had all of him, his body yes, but also his heart. And always would. Nothing could change that.

He let his head fall to the side, eyes slipping mostly shut.

The purring was a soft and welcome sound, reassuring and comforting. His fingers moved in invisible patterns through the water, over Essek's skin, holding him close.]

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[ It was easy to drift into that haze that was ushered in by lavender and hot water, not to mention the blessed proximity of his lover. Essek, however, was easily drawn out once both their feets and hands were starting to get pruny (something that happened for Bren far quicker) and then Essek burrowed himself in a shared towel with Bren to share until at which point they could fall into bed (mostly) naked.

Food was eaten too, and Essek made sure afterwards to take another small dose of his sedatives so that he could sleep a little bit more, he also took some of the balm provided and rubbed it into Bren's skin to prevent chafing (which made have led to another orgasm here or there until it was time to go to sleep. ]

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[Bren followed along in whatever it was that Essek needed -- though he was grateful for the food and for the rest at this point. And while the balm was appreciated, it definitely came along with at least one more orgasm, and that was distracting in the best sort of way. He took more of his own potion and was all too happy to settle back into his Master's bed.

To take Essek back into his arms. He would grow spoiled with this, would never want to sleep again except curled up with the drow. There'd be no rest without it.]

Master?

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Mmmm?

[ Essek was cuddled into those arms, and with his own eyes growing heavy and drowsy with the pleasure; he'd kissed Bren as the other man had come all over his hand-- had tasted those gasps, whimpers and moans. He loved the sound of them and wanted more tomorrow.

Though, Essek was perceptive enough that he had noted the question in those words; thereby he wanted to answer all questions if at all possible; he turned into those arms so that he could press his torso up against Bren's side, making Bren's shoulder a pillow that he could rest his head upon while his hand rested flat on that chest, just over the light dusting of reddish chest hair that covered the pectorals, and which he liked the feeling of. ]

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I meant what I told him earlier. I will not let him touch you again.

[No matter what contracts might exist about Essek's marriage. Bren would not let it stand. He'd kill Adeen with his own two hands before sending his Master into that man's grip again. It wouldn't happen. Adeen was... he did not deserve someone like Essek.

He'd forgotten the fact that Adeen had thrown threats about him as well, but none of that mattered. Bren did not worry about his own life. Why would he? Self preservation was not exactly in his skill set. And it didn't matter. What mattered was Essek being safe and happy, however that came to be.]

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[ Essek looked into that profile, could see the promise there and it caused something warm to center right in his chest, just where his heart should be. He darted his tongue out to lick his own lower lip, and then he murmured softly against that jawline. ] Usstan ssinssrigg dos--

[ He knew that Bren would protect him, he felt safe in those arms-- had heard the resolve there and had loved it; he wanted to curl up next to him, to not have to worry about Adeen ever again, but then Bren had promised to help him kill Adeen hadn't he? And in return, he'd help Bren take care of Trent.

And then they could be free, right? It was a goal, one that would fuel his every waking thought outside of his heat. His tongue grazed against the jawline then, before he bit down softly. An act of claiming for him, an assurance that they belonged together. ]

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[Bren hadn't even been expecting a verbal response, necessarily. The heat that had taken his Master seemed to have made him a creature of touch and action more than words, but oh. Oh were those the sweetest words that he could have imagined. It took him a moment to reassure himself that he understood the Undercommon, that he wasn't mistaken, that Essek had just spoken such a beautiful thing to him.

His arms tightened around his Master, holding him closer.] Usstan ssinssrigg dos ichl.

[He loved him. Maybe it was instinct and heat speaking. Maybe Essek wouldn't even remember speaking the words when this was over and done. But in this moment at least. In this moment, Essek loved him. His breath caught at that soft touch of teeth before he turned into him to mimic the gesture, a scrape of his teeth along Essek's jawline.]

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[ Essek knew what those words meant and he let out a soft whimpering sigh at the sweetness of them, and then he very carefully and oh so gently, he slid his hand against that chest, and then very delicately pushed Bren back down. The words themselves sparkled something in them and he found that he needed closeness; except this was not merely closeness, this would be intimacy at it's core.

On his back, and then Essek straddled him. He knew his lover was sleepy, and he was becoming drowsy himself but they both were still hard and he found he craved something deeper-- something more than a quick and violent fuck such as had been their methodology.

On top of Bren, Essek perched with his calves on either side of those hips and then he arched himself backward, as if the curve of his rear could be enough to bid Bren's blood to run once again-- all the while, he leaned over Bren and captured those lips with his own, sinking his fingers into those locks of vibrant ginger, like flames. ]

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[Bren, ever obedient, lay back as Essek pushed at him. Wide-eyed he looked up at the drow as the other man settled atop him, straddling him. Sleepy, yes, but suddenly wide-awake as he looked up at the beautiful sight that was his Master -- his mate, his lover -- hands moving to run up along those thighs, up to grip hips.

Oh Bren's blood was running, boiling really, as he leaned up to meet those lips with a soft but eager sincerity. One hand quit its grip at Essek's hip to instead settle against his neck, let the pad of this thumb trace along the line of the other man's jaw.

His Master, his Essek, who wanted no one but him to help him through this. Who loved him.]

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[ Bren could doubt many things, but this moment was unavoidable in it's poignancy, this wild but nevertheless loving potency that rippled through the both of them, Essek's mouth on Bren's as he sucked the air from his lips while he nuzzled even closer into that touch. Backwards his hips pushed, feeling that tight burning within him that could only be quenched by his Mate.

And yet, it keened even more so-- and Essek knew that he had to have Bren inside of him, needed to take his lover's seed. In this respect, it was pure instinct that edged taut and required appeasement.

Against his valley, he could feel the throbbing ridges and so he pushed back while one hand slipped behind himself to attempt to catch Bren's cock with his palm; a groan as he worked to guide it toward his hole. The groan was something that Bren would be able to taste, but it was even moreso then that, it was a promise and it was an insistant urge for completion and something far deeper. ] Please...

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[Bren lost a moan to his Master's lips, lost his breath to that kiss. He'd lost his heart to him already, so it was only natural that he lose the rest of himself. His fingers slipped back, into Essek's hair, holding him to that kiss, lips parted to welcome the kiss deeper.

He broke from those lips only as Essek's hand found his prick. He was hard, cock standing erect and eager. His hips rocked upwards, eager to bury himself inside the other man, feeling the way he was guided to that waiting hole.]

Oh yes... whatever you want... my love...

[A soft promise, his hand gripping tightly at Essek's hip. He needed him, needed to be joined with him, to be close in that way.]

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[ Whatever he wanted, he was fully intending on taking advantage of that. Between those softly spoken words, his tongue dipped and delved, sliding against Bren's tongue while he directed Bren to where he needed to go-- until that hard and slick cockhead was against his hole. Because of the state of his heat, he would feel like butter to the touch and it would be not even an issue to quickly and effortlessly slid; it was almost as if he was distinctly wet for Bren.

And then he was pushing back, moaning against that mouth as the cock sank further inside of him, his walls nearly instantly clenching so that Bren could not make an escape-- it was Essek's body way of not allowing his mate to leave until it had done it's job.

Right now Essek was primed, the flower bed ready to be sown and the only one who could have that opportunity or right was his Mate; anyone else try and there would be gashes and slashes. Once he was impaled, with Bren's cock touching against his prostate, he lifted himself up-- steadying himself with palms on Bren's chest, and then he very lightly started to roll his hips.

In this way, Bren would have the perfect view of Essek riding him. ]

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[Bren gasped to Essek's mouth as he felt himself sink into that tight, perfect hole. It was like Essek's body was intent on pulling him inside, holding him there. For a moment he had to focus to try to remember how to do something as simple as breathing. He had no concept of what this coupling would result in -- and if he did, he'd only have wanted it all the more.

He did have a concept, however, of how devastatingly beautiful Essek was as he began to ride him. This was the best view that Bren had ever seen, the arch of that lithe, slender body moving over him, the way the drow's perfect features were caught up in lust and pleasure and that maddening need.

This was less frantic than before, but the need, oh that was still there, though now anchored by the emotions that had somehow emerged into confessions between the.]

You are perfect... oh gods...

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[ Essek's eyes felt hot as he looked down at Bren laying there, the utterly ruined expression on his face, the way that he was such a good boy for him allowing him to ride like this-- Essek's hips went back and forth, eddying around that cock with a smooth grace, and within each movement he squeezed that shaft further into him, choking him up.

Occasionally he would dip down to rub his prick against Bren's stomach, feeling the way the triangle of hair provided friction against him; and then he quickened his pace smoothly-- it was languorous and yet it was still with a body's intent. ]

You feel so good.. please.. [ He managed to thrust out those words with his tongue, even though it was more than a whisper, his hands then slid to Bren's hands and then he grasped them and placed them over Bren's head to keep him from touching quite yet, keeping that firm little frisson of control and proving that he was the Queen...

But Bren? His consort. ]

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[Bren was quite distracted tangling his fingers through Essek's, enough that when he wound up with his hands pinned above his head, he was genuinely surprised.

Surprised, but not at all complaining. His eyes went wide, body arching off the bed, hips rolling against the drow's as he was so expertly ridden. He could feel the press of the other man's prick against his abdomen, and that was thrilling in its own way, to feel the evidence of his Master's pleasure.

Bren watched him with eyes utterly awash in awe and adoration, like the man rolling his hips and impaling himself on his throbbingly hard cock over and over again was a vision sent to him from powers beyond his comprehension. He'd never had a dream as sweet as Essek, never laid eyes on anything half so gorgeous as how the other man looked in this moment. His Master, his mate. His love, his Queen. His everything. And oh Bren would be anything and everything that Essek wished him to be, anything in his power, anything beyond.

He was dangerously close to his climax, but he would hold out, would see his lover tumble into his orgasm before he allowed himself to fall.]

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[ The urge to mate was so strong, and not only that-- it was the fruits of that mating that he desired, even though it was not something that his logical mind could comprehend; he could feel himself grow choked with pleasure-- and he slid his honey-gold soaked gaze all over Bren, staining him with the visual representation of desire, hips pinning Bren into the bed while that cock hit him so expertly against the prostate.

They had not lasted long on any of their encounters and this would be no different; now was not the time that Essek wanted to edge Bren-- no, he wanted immediate gratification.

The filthiest noses came out from Essek's lips as he struck him harder; working his mate in and out, squeezing and pulling as if there was only one goal that existed. A cry out, throwing his head back in utter abandom before finally he tumbled into his climax, ropes upon ropes of come splashing against Bren's stomach while he stormed through it and continued his movements, to ride Bren-- and those muscles, how they worked to squeeze seed out of him, so that his mate could breed him. ]

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[Filthy, obscene and like music to Bren's ears. He could listen to his Master finding his pleasure over and over again. The sound of him, the way he looked in that moment, unrestrained and uncontrolled and perfect, it was enough that he would have come from the watching alone.

The fact that his cock was in the grips of that tight passage, Essek's hole so thoroughly intent on wringing his climax out of him, of pulling him in deeper to that tight, hot body, well that just made it that much more impossible to hold back.

Bren's hips jerked up as he sought to bury himself even deeper inside the other man, spilling his seed inside him, painting that passage white with rope after rope of release that would indeed find a way to seed that waiting, fertile garden. His hands tightened around Essek's, holding on for dear life.]

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[ Essek fell forward at the force of his climax, panting heated breaths as he rested against that sweat covered chest, and then he lay there nearly limp and satiated; he had released Bren's hands and was now making himself at home there-- if he tilted his head a certain way, he could feel the scratch of Bren's beard against his cheek.

He sighed-- and it was more like a breathless hum, a melody.

Words could not convey how he felt, instead he just nuzzled against his mate, feeling for the first time during this thing like the ache within him had been filled sufficiently. There would be more fucking, of course there would be-- the seed had to be cemented in there; but for the moment he was perfectly blissed out.

He did not speak love, but he conveyed it in the soft little gestures-- the purr lodged against the back of his throat and the sweetness of Bren's body as it cushioned his own. ]

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[Bren had to try to catch his breath too, but it was easier to settle back to earth with the pleasant wait of Essek settling against him. Once his hands were free, his arms wound back around the other man to hold him close. He as quickly growing accustomed to holding him, coming to believe that this was where he belonged, holding and being held.

His lips slowly twitched into a smile at the sound of that hum. Essek sounded contented and sated, and Bren couldn't help the little flush of pride that stirred in him, to know that he'd satisfied his Master.

He turned his head to press his lips to Essek's forehead. They should rest, shouldn't they? He could feel slumber pulling him down, content and oh so pleasantly spent.]

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[ And Essek fell into absolute slumber alongside Bren.

Over the next few days they would establish rhythm between them together, their bodies working in heated time within each other and with Essek both taking and being taken by his pet-- it was at it's most primal stage on the third day where it was hard to get enough of each other. The stamina potions, the sedatives and the balms were welcome, with a steady supply coming in.

But ever soon it started to taper off, to abate and become less demanding as Essek emerged on the other side with it going downhill. His mind started to return thankfully and he became far more capable of rational thought. There were a few times that Adeen attempted to knock on the door however it had been met by a terse growl and a refusal to open it up.

By this point, it was hard to believe that Adeen didn't know what was going on behind closed doors. But the last day had the two of them sore, and it was much easier to lounge in bed; with the very last of the haze passing over him. Essek felt sexed out, he'd certainly had more sex in this five day span than he'd ever had in his entire life before Bren had entered it. ]

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[Bren was... well, more spent than any human being had ever been and lived to tell about it. But this was not a complaint. Sure, yes, he was covered in scratches and bruises and bites, but he wore them quite proudly. He could tell that his Master was surfacing from the deepest parts of this heat, and he was relieved that he seemed to be keeping up enough that Essek was not suffering for his human weaknesses.

He'd forgotten entirely about Adeen's existence save for those moments when the unwanted spouse decided to try to knock. But that had been a while since the last, and Bren had happily lost himself in Essek's presence, and was still lost in it.

Opening his eyes in the bed and finding himself wrapped around the drow and holding him close without Essek being already awake with hands or mouth starting to wander, that was the first sign that they'd survived. Bren sighed a soft, sleepy little sound and nuzzled his way against the other man's shoulder, leaving a soft, purely sweet kiss there.]