"Broken Shards"

[zauberdecke]

"In the dark
I need to taste the blood
Go on, draw another line
We can cross this time."
- Blindfold by Sleeping Wolf

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[ Essek Thelyss: Shadowhand to the Dynasty.

One who reached further then the Luxon would allow, who would do absolutely anything for knowledge. Oh no, the man did not care for power, not really. He wanted to cast himself into the portal of knowing, he wanted to surrender himself to books and learning without having to deal with the mundanities of socio-politics that all of the Kryn engaged in. It was tedious and it filled him with sickness even as he plastered on an urbane smile for all and sundry to see.

Within the Dynasty, it was customary to take pets of the Empire; they were brought in across the border of Asarius, across the mountains and into the Dynasty. There were Dynasty born pets on the other side, both lost to the ravages of the other's civilization, generally never to be seen again.

Essek had never really had an interest to begin with when it came to pets; at the market he carefully avoided the slave blocks where those not of the Dynasty were paraded around. However, it had come to this-- it had come to his trading of the Beacon, and in return he recieved a Volstrucker to serve him. And yet, for all of that, Essek Thelyss had not thought he would receive a broken Volstrucker.

In fair trade, he and recieved a dossier on the man in question and had perused it with only a small semblance of annoyance while Trent Ikithon had assured him that a man like him could be rebuilt, the honeyed words of a silken snake which Essek recognized.

After all did not a predator recognize another predator? So now he held in his household a man whom had to be guarded carefully, though Essek was not cruel despite how he imagined Dynasty pets were treated, the cage that he had placed this Volstrucker named Bren within, well it was comfortable-- he'd seen pictures of Vergossen so he supposed it must be far better than that place. But he had not precisely interacted with him-- most of his unseen servants were given the walking of him, the care and maintenance of him.

Perhaps because he did not precisely know what to do with him, or what use he had for something broken. Though he arguably did not know what manner of broken the Volstrucker was, but after a week-- he decided perhaps it was time to summon him and see for himself; acertain what sort of work was cut out for him.

If this man was worth putting back together again.

So it was one evening, he had the Empire man summoned to his chambers. ]

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[Bren would love any child that was Essek's, even if he had not been the father. But to know that it was him, that this was something they had created together -- an unintentional but no less miraculous for that bit of magic that was so much greater than any spell he had ever crafted before.

His hands moved in soothing, simple touches over Essek, needing to feel him, however he could, to ground himself back to this world. This life. He turned his gaze to the healer with a grateful smile.]

Thank you.

[His mind was still swimming. A child.]

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[ Once the Healer had left, the door shut behind-- Essek put up the ward in place so that no one could enter. And then he wrapped his arms and buried his face in that neck, to breath him in. Against his own chest, he could hear the steady breathing of his lover, the sweetness of life that was now Bren's-- he cherished each precious rise and fall.

His only wish was to hold him close. ] I lost you, I lost you and then you came back.

[ He would not talk about the fact that it was forbidden, it was not something that Bren had to understand the severity of except for. ] Tell no one of this, they do not need to know that you were ressurected-- though you were very sick and the Healer was able to get to you in time.

[ His fingertip sent to Bren's mouth to rest the digit against those lips. ]

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[Bren would not make any attempt to move from where he was, wrapped up in a tangle of limbs and desperation with the other man. He couldn't let him go right now, not after losing him. Or rather, after being lost. He was dead. Gods he was dead and he remembered it, remembered slipping away despite how desperately he had tried to hold on to his Master, how much he wanted to stay, to ease those tears.

He remembered seeing his mother, remembered the fact that only love and forgiveness had been in her eyes, not the hatred and betrayal he'd feared. He remembered her telling him it wasn't time yet. He had more to do. He had this.

Another tightening of his arms around Essek.]

You brought me back. I needed to come back to you. I couldn't leave you.

[He would stay by his side as long as his mortal body held out. He fell silent as that fingertip pressed to his lips, nodding his understanding.]

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[ And then Essek's lips sought Bren's, it was a tender kiss full of relief and gratitude; it was true, he would've burned the world if he had been deprived of his Mate. All would've suffered for it, and he would've had no regrets nor remorse, but Bren was living and breathing in his arms and they had a future. He twined Bren's fingers with his own and then he brought it to his stomach, the only one who would be allowed to touch.

He was protective of what was underneath, but he would share this with his Mate gladly. Not only his Pet but his Mate, who deserved this-- and who was therefore equal to him (though he would still enjoy those dynamics, ultimately if they were to be fathers together, they would have to be level with each other. ]

We are moving out of here [ He spoke this in between heat-smouldered kisses, tasting the lips that were once again intensely bright and like fragrance on his- tongue. ] We cannot stay here; it is my duty to protect you and I cannot protect you as suitably
here with Adeen in the same house.

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[Bren met that kiss with a quiet rush of desperation, mingled with relief and that giddy rush of being alive and in love and starting a family. He let his hand be guided to rest against Essek stomach, resting it there, just above where that tiny miracle had taken seed. His touch was warm now, as it usually was, the fire relit inside him and burning brighter somehow, some small piece of his guilt had died with him and been left with the quiet dead, a small touch of forgiveness that made him feel like he had a second chance.

Gods, a second chance and a man that he loved beyond words and reason.

He hung on Essek's lips, on every kiss and every word and every breath.]

I will go with you, wherever it is.

[His free hand moved to settle against Essek's cheek.] I love you. I love you so much I ache with it.

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[ The Wizard realized that he had almost lost this man, the spark that had gone out but had been re-ignited, he found himself utterly bereft of words and instead he allowed his actions to do the talking. The cards had been laid out on the table and there was absolutely no doubt that they were mates, now he was slowly leaning against that chest and then forward even more so that he could carry his lover back on the bed with him.

To prove that Bren was alive.

He was attempting to get at clothing with his fingertips, curling in fabric and pushing it aside until he could get to heated skin, all the while his tongue dived into that mouth, to sink into the slick warmth that had been offered to him; there was love in his actions and affection in the aura that wrapped around him.

But only for Bren, ever only for him. ]

I could not live without you.

[ Their souls were tied now, there was no help for that. ]

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[Bren was all too happy to be drawn with him, to settle back on the bed and stay as close to the drow as he could. He was shaken still, the memory of dying still fresh in his memory, but it was soothed by the rush of being alive and in love and loved in return.

He met each kiss with an echo of that need, that quiet desperation to prove it as well. He was alive, and this was real.

A breathless murmur at those words.]

I am here. You have me. I promise.

[He would let Essek out of his arms just enough to slip free of his shirt since the drow seemed quite intent on getting beneath it. Then his fingers would move to see about loosening some of Essek's clothes as well.]

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[ A fierce little growl of possession rumbled in between their lips, and then his teeth tugged at the lower lip before finally he had that shirt fully open, and then he broke away so that he could lean down and rubbed his face against that chest hair that he got so much serotonin from.

His.

This was his and no one elses.

And thus he was cradling the back of that neck with the palm of his head, stroking with his thumb while he settled between those thighs, tucked in between them to ascertain that his Mate would not get away. And then he was biting a trail from chest to collarbone, to leave his mark there as well. ]

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[Bren could not stop the way his body reacted to that growl, a shiver that raced over the surface of his skin and a sharp gasp that was exhaled in a low whimper of sound that spoke fluently of desire. His head fell back against the pillow, fingers finding their way blindly into Essek's hair as that mouth went wandering.]

Ah... Master, please...

[More. He needed his touch as much as he needed each breath he took, needed to remind the both of them that he was alive and here. That they were together and belonged to each other.]

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[ Essek purred in acknowledgement, it was almost as if Bren knew the exact right noise to make that would set his own mind at ease and soothe the territorial beast within; he found a nipple and then he was sucking and biting against it with the most gentle brush of teeth, alternating.

It was true that he was proving to the both of them that Bren was alive, that he was moored in the here and now, and Essek would fight tooth and nail to keep him there.

His Mate, the father of his child.

His other hand drifted downward, to cup the arousal caught within the linen trousers, feeling the curve of it against his palm-- separated only by the sheer inconvenience of Bren's clothing, he gave it a possessive squeeze while he teethed and nipped. This was a claiming, though he'd claimed Bren before-- this was different because there was spoken emotion between them and it was acknowledged. Poignant because the both of them knew now what they stood to lose within each other.

But this was truly the first time that Essek had ever been found within anyone as well. ]

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[His grip in Essek's hair tightened, tugging without consciously realizing he had done it, even as he found himself half arching off the bed into that touch. He wanted him so desperately in this moment, needed him as much as he had ever needed anyone or anything in his life. His lover. His mate.

A keening groan as that hand found his prick. He was hard already, and there was no attempt to hide it as he rocked towards that touch.

Bren understood it somehow, that there was a claim being staked in this -- or perhaps just reaffirmed. He was Essek's, fully and completely his, and he'd made that vow again and again, but now so much had been spoken and confessed and made real between them, they needed this. He needed this.]

Master... please. Show me I am yours... that I am alive. I need you.

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[ The Shadowhand who was normally detached from everything, could not help but stake that particular claim on that which he valued above all else, he was close enough now, their abdomens pressed together and life beating underneath Essek's skin in answering call to Bren. But moreso then that, there was the matter of the arousal that curved gracefully until it was pressed against Bren's inner thigh like a beacon of transmutative desire.

Slipping his hand within the seam between clothes and skin, until finally his fingers wrapped around that cock, feeling the way that it weeped in lust for him and he stroked carefully while he caught the pulse between his teeth to lightly tug.

There would be moments where Essek's own primal being came out, and this was one of those times. He was palming and biding Bren to rise within his fingertips while he hummed his approval against such skin. ] Good boy...

[ He murmured softly, tripping downward on shaft until his fingers slick with precome cupped those balls to give them such an indolent yet affirmative squeeze. ] You've bred me, and now you get a reward Pet-- my good Empire Stud Horse.

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[Bren could feel Essek's arousal, and gods they were both wearing too many clothes, and he wanted nothing left between them. Another whimper as those clever, elegant fingers found their way around his prick. Essek would undoubtedly feel the way his cock reacted to those two simple words. Good boy, and Bren was so hard it physically hurt.

His hips twitched towards the contact, at those delicious things that fell from Essek's lips. He had bred him, and Bren had never considered how much of a turn on that could be, but fuck it was.]

Mm... yours... I will be so good for you, always... I...

[His hand slipd down along Essek's back, catching at the fabric of his tunic and pulling it up. Gone. It needed to be gone so he could touch him properly.]

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[ At this moment Essek did not care if anyone heard him. He would not bother to cloak the sounds that would invariably be coming from the bedroom, just in case there were anyone who was noisy as to the state of affairs. He shifted with his arms up so that Bren could pull his tunic off of him, while he was pulling off trousers, first one leg and then the other and maneuvering in such a way that Bren would not have to shift too much.

Those were ceremoniously tossed off to the side and then he leaned in to press another kiss to that chest, right over the heart. There was the matter of his pants of course, but those could be attended too, right now his hand resumed the it's wrap around cock to stroke downward, and carry the slickness even further down, to balls and then lower still.

To a tight hole that desperately needed attention.

He could feel it quivering underneath his ministrations. ] You are begging for me, aren't you Pet? You desire to be one with me? As close as two people can be?

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[Let the world hear. Let Adeen hear and know that whatever he had plotted had clearly been thwarted. Bren was alive and there would be no mistaking that, not with the fact that Bren could not seem to keep quiet. Not that he was trying to stifle himself at all right now.

He was far too preoccupied in ridding Essek of his tunic, and then running his hands over that soft, lavender skin, finer than silk beneath his touch. He was so caught up he couldn't quite keep up with what happened to his trousers, just glad that they were gone, and not in the way.

His legs shifted wider apart as those fingers found his hole, all eager desire. Bren nodded fitfully.]

I am, please... I want you. I need you inside me, Master. I need to feel you that clos. I need you to fuck me, claim me, please. Oh please.

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[ He smeared the hole with his own precome soaked, making a rhythmic circle around the ridges and then slipping a single finger within, feeling that tightness squeeze him while he started to rub the inside walls; he did not need this preparation-- he'd certainly used Bren's hole enough. But he found that he loved the feeling of those walls wrapped around him squeezing.

It also suited him to take care of his Pet in all the ways that mattered.

Slowly he worked it in and out while he murmured soothing words in Undercommon, things that meant 'patience' and 'soon'; admonishing him not to be such a greedy slut. Things that Essek had spoken to Bren in Undercommon before, so those words would be familar to him.

In fact, Bren was getting the grand tour of filthy language in the drow dialect. ]

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[Bren moaned, a soft and sweet sigh of relief as that finger pressed inside him. He'd meant the pleading. He needed to feel Essek inside him, to be joined together with him in this intimate way, to chase pleasure together because they were here and alive and together.

His hips shifted with the motion of Essek working his hole open, and he murmured soft, breathless responses to those words, filthy as they were, slipping between Common and the pieces of Undercommon he knew -- and knew quite well by now.]

Mm... I am trying to be patient, Master. I need you to fuck me. I need to be full of you... I am a greedy slut, but I am your greedy slut.

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My greedy slut and my greedy Mate--

[ He murmured approvingly as he bit at the lobe of an ear, fucking his finger deeper inside of Bren, until his long slender feelings was pressing up against that bundle of nerves hidden deep inside, he wanted to feel Bren spasm with the pleasure that would be overwhelming; while Essek was content in the knowledge that he had caused it.

A certain gloating smugness would allow him to feel rather smug with himself. ]

Soon.. I will have you soon, but if you come-- you can come again, because I've forced double orgasms out of you, I know what you are capable of Pet. [ He also knew quite well what his lover's limits were. ]

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Your mate...

[Bren agreed, and gods he loved the way it sounded, for Essek to call him his, whatever sort of his that might be. Mate though, that was a bond that could not be denied, especially now, knowing that somehow their mating had actually created that spark of life that Essek carried with him now.]

My mate... my love, please...

[He was begging still, voice breathless and rising in a soft cry as those fingers moved inside him, found that spot and massaged against it relentlessly. Essek would feel Bren's hole clamp down around his digits, even as the Zemnian man arched of the bed.]

Yes, Master.... I... for you I can...

[Which was good because he was teetering on that edge already, a breath away from coming if Essek continued to touch him. His fingers curled against the drow's back, dragging in a slow scratch along his skin, clinging to him a bit desperately.]

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[ Essek was relentless in the way that he moved, just as Bren lamented; and yet he was thorough too and eager for more of that orgasm that he knew would blossom from Bren-- the sort of reaction that he was desperate for; wanting to please his lover beyond all capabilities. His mouth a fire against Bren's then, swallowing those cries while he joined a finger.

Deeper and deeper, his fingers fucked his Mate in distinct time to the arching of hips up off of bed, a purr part growl flowing from his lips, more 'good boys' and 'sweet mates' while he fucked against that blatant praise kink just as unceasingly. ]

That is good, be good for me.. come for me Chathtiu.

[ It was not a begging statement, it was a command just as 'stay wtih me had been' and Essek expected to be obeyed flawlessly. ]

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[Essek was making a mess of him, with those clever fingers and that relentless praise. What hope did Bren have of resisting that even if he had wanted to? None, and resistance was the farthest thing from his mind in that moment. So when those words -- that unmistakable command -- reached his ears, he was ready to obey, and he did.

His back arched sharply, a bowstring drawn taut as he cried out a wordless sound of bliss, coming and coming apart, striping his stomach and Essek's with his seed, lips parted around a pleasured moan.]

Master...

[He tilted his chin to beg another kiss, a brush of his lips against Essek's that was a clear plea for a more substantial taste of his mouth.]

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[ There were many Masters who witheld pleasure from their pets, after all they were there to serve and please-- self-fufilled release was oftimes not in the cards - but Essek had seen rather early that Bren would withold his own pleasure out of punishment.

Which was why Essek was so focused on pushing the plateau of what his Pet was capable of, so he sighed happily at that first release and then leaned down to press their mouths together, tasting the seasoning of desire that dripped from lips, and lapping with tongue . ] That is my good breeder stud, so eager to please--

[ speaking against the crevices of lips, hearing those words being carried on my the winds of whimpers and sighs. He pulled his fingers out of that still quaking entrance and then he replaced it with the head of his cock ]

Beg for it, beg for my cock-- Firefly.

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[Bren panted softly in the wake of his release, a soft whine of sound as Essek's fingers slipped free, the sudden feeling of emptiness that needed to be filled, to feel his Master inside him. He leaned up to chase those lips even as they spoke such sweet, if somewhat filthy, praise.

He was eager to please, and oh so quick to obey.]

Please, Master... I need it. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fill me up. Fuck me until I can't remember my name.

[His hands run up along Essek's side, up until one can tangle in his hair, the other resting against the drow's chest.]

Please. Breed me until I'm overflowing with your come.

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[ There was no sweeter sound then that begging that Bren spoke to the wind, and so he leaned in closer, feeling that mouth plead against his own; another kiss deep and breathless as he shifted so that he could spread those thighs and then he was between them, and he was pushing into that sweet like butter hole that parted for him so willingly, and inch by inch until finally he could go no further.

A proper hilting for his Bren.

He hummed words that Bren could taste as he only shifted a little bit. He was not very girthy but he did make up due to length which was nearly effortless in how it rested against that spot; and at which point when he started to move, that was when the pleasure would come nearly uncontrollable.

Whatever Bren wanted? Bren would recieve; and he would settle deep inside as his tongue went exploring against lips and Bren's tongue, desiring to taste his lover like a litany of prayer. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren leaned up to chase his Master's lips, sipping sweetly of them even as his own lips parted to welcome the hunger of that kiss. He let his tongue slide along the other man's, hot and slick and tasting like paradise. Bren could feel how his own heart hammered in his chest, the way his body thrummed, oversensitive but still intensely turned on.

He was alive. And he was with the man he loved, who loved him. His mate. Who was moving inside him, as his body yielded to that intrusion, welcomed it, hole fluttering, gripping at his length as if to pull him deeper inside.

It was when Essek was fully hilted inside him, and he could feel that maddening pressure against his prostate, his aching and spent cock that hadn't fully softened and was stirring back to life. His fingers gripped at Essek's back, holding tightly, nails pressing to skin. A groan as he broke from that kiss to gasp for breath.]

Please... Master... Oh please...