"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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[ausgebrannt]

[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...

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[ Had Essek ever heard such sweet words as the ones that came from Bren's lips at this moment? They were absolutely stripped back and slightly maddened with lust but the sound and harmony of them was like a dance of fire across the night skies. He tasted Bren on his mouth, heightened with pleasure and he danced with them while he pushed deep inside, a steady rolling sensation as he felt Bren's cock continue unflaggingly against his own stomach.

Certainly that was a product of all the stamina potions that the other man had consumed.

And then he pulled back for but an inch and then slammed back inside, the skin of his thighs slapping against Bren's as he worked to squeeze every single drop of pleasure, including every sigh and groan fromm that mouth so that he could consume it. His mate, his love.

Pinning the other man against the bed, the tight entrance squeezing him and rendering him breathless, his goal was to make it so that the other man's orgasm was wrung from him, so that he would lay limp and spent against the coverlets- he thought of burrowing himself in those arms and kissing him to sleep too though that was a romantic part of his own musings that he did not dwell on too much. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren arched, hips rolling to meet Essek's, that hard slam of a thrust drawing a cry from his lips, wordless and pleasured, eager for this, for more. It was thoroughly delicious to be trapped between the other man and the bed, caught up in everything about him.

It was the first time Essek had taken him face to face, and being able to cling to his lover, to kiss him and watch the way those beautiful features reacted to pleasure.]

My love... I...

[He trailed off into a moan that failed to be words but spoke quite poignantly of pleasure, of an ecstasy that would leave him utterly spent and sated. Bren hooked one leg over the drow's hips, urging him on, clinging to him for dear life.]

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[ My love, what a sweet sound-- even more sweet was the way that he could see every emotion reflected in those summer blue eyes; the love there and the regard. His own heart swelling with emotion as he moved an arm underneath to cup against the back of neck, tangling in hair. He leaned downward so that he could catch a lower lip between his teeth and then he lightly nibbled though not hard enough to cause any true pain.

Their bodies moved in tandem like waves into the shore, a tsunami of pleasure.

He pushed, angling himself into that spot again and again while Bren squeezed the utter life out of him; he was hissing his pleasure against mouth while he fucked his mate thoroughly, so that there would be no doubt who he belonged to. Possessiveness overtook him, but also a need never to let go ever again. No one would tear them apart, certainly not Adeen-- he would see to that.

While he delved into Bren, he thought of almost losing him and perhaps that caused his movements to quicken, absolutely proving to Bren that he would protect him, that he would love and cherish him. It went without saying of course that Bren would do the same to him.

Even though Essek perhaps did not consider himself to be the cherishing type. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[How amazing to be alive, in this moment, with this beautiful creature, to be loved and in love. To be starting a family together. Bren would need a while for that to truly settle, would have questions. Only about how it happened and how long they would have before there was a baby, what he could do to help Essek through the pregnancy how he could be there for him.

So many questions.

But right now his head had no thoughts in it except for Essek and how good it felt to be ruined by that cock driving inside him. He clung to his mate tightly, crying out again and again, soft sobs of pleasure knocked from him with each decadently obscene thrust of that prick so deep into him.]

Master... I am close... I can feel you... please....

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[ The drow's mouth caught on fire against Bren's, it was an easy think to come especially with the way those walls beautifully squeezed around him in a melody that his prick responded to, one throb and then two attempting to divest him of his orgasm. A tense breath between kisses as his hips jerked deeper and deeper, hitting that spot over and over again.

The slide started to smooth out and perhaps that was the generous precome that had coated those walls in preparation for his seed.

Shifting so as to push Bren's leg back only a little bit, the thighs of his body trembling and then that desperate whine sent him directly over the edge until he became a mess, an utter climactic mess buried deep inside with his come painting those walls as if the Pet was fine art for him to swathe. And then he panted, not stopping until Bren had come again against him, until he had been ruined completely and thoroughly. ]

[ausgebrannt]

A..ah!

[Another cry, hands scrabbling for purchase against Essek's back, feeling like the rest of the world was falling away entirely, leaving him and the drow the only things remaining in the vast universe around them. He moved, pliant, spread even wider for Essek, so that those next thrusts somehow struck some place even deeper inside him, filled him even more fully.

But it was feeling Essek losing himself, filling him with his seed, that was what sent Bren tumbling over the edge once more himself. His lips parted around a keen of wordless bliss. He arched sharply, muscles clamping down around the prick still buried deep inside him as if he would not release him until he'd been sure that his master had spilled the last of his seed inside him.

Meanwhile Bren made more of a mess between them, adding to the seed he'd spilled across their stomachs not long before.]

[zauberdecke]

[ The weight of Essek did not take away the intensity of Bren's earthquake, rather he felt the vibration of his lover underneath him, felt the seed spiill and make a mess of the two of them. And then he finally relaxed as the wave was ridden out between them. A brush of his lips right against the jawline and then a sigh of contentment.

It felt good to be together like this, to get out the stress of almost losing Bren.

Their bodies collided fully and he knew that he was inadvertently smearing mess between them, he hummed and did not even have the inclination to get up and leave Bren alone; the weight would be a thing for a little longer. The afterglow was a much more pressing matter between them, and now would be the perfect time perhaps to discuss what they would do and other such things. ]

I will not lose you, Bren.

[ He said this with conviction against the skin of Bren's jawline. ] You are mine.

[ausgebrannt]

[They were a mess, but Bren was not dreaming of complaining. He didn't want to let Essek move even so much as an inch away from him. Not now, not in this moment, in the afterglow and all its relief. In feeling alive and wanted and loved again. He wrapped his arms tighter around the drow, not willing to let him go.]

Yours. And only yours. I do not wish to be lost.

[He'd only just recently gotten used to being truly found, here in the circle of his Master's arms.]

You are... we are really having a child?

[Really?]

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Drow biology is a little bit different I suppose-- but yes, we are having a child together; it is very rare and a male can only procreate underneath the effects of a True Mate, in which well-- I suppose you are mine.

[ They bonded for life, and Essek knew that he would be with Bren forever now, he was quite content to have that lot in life. ]

Because of this, I will be moving out of this household-- I do not wish for us to raise our child here. [ Not with Adeen in the same house, not when there was much suspicion with what happened to his pet. ]

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A True Mate...

[Bren echoed in undisguised wonder. Then he had been the reason for Essek's heat striking? And really had been the one that Essek had truly wanted to be with him through it? It felt strangely surreal, for something so amazing to be true for someone like him. He in no way deserved anything this wonderful. He deserved...

Ah but the dreamlike memory of seeing his mother's face, of hearing her voice, of something like forgiveness. Could... could he deserve this second chance? Deserve having a family?

He moved to press his face against Essek's neck, nodding.]

I think that is wise. I will kill him if he tries to touch you. ...I will kill him harder if he so much as looks in our child's direction.

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[ Essek shifted against Bren and then he very softly took up that hand and then he lay back on his back and pressed the flat of Bren's hand against his abdomen, there was nothing there at this point in time, but there was a little fluttering something inside which was theirs. He smiled fondly, perhaps even a trifle softly. ]

I will keep you to that, I do not mind so much myself-- after all it has never been uncommon for Adeen to ah, objectify myself-- but he will not look at our child, not even in passing.

[ Then Essek's hands curled around Bren's, giving the top of it a warm squeeze. ] This is yours just as much as mine.. ours.

[ausgebrannt]

I mind it. He tries to make you small. You are not small. You shine and you should shine.

[And Adeen was a threat to that, a threat to all the best parts of Essek. Bren would not stand by and let that useless man dull and ruin those parts of Essek for his own benefit.

He let his hand be guided, turning on his side to properly curl around Essek, as his hand pressed to his stomach. This was where their child grew, that small spark of life, a miracle in and of itself.]

Ours... [Bren heard himself echo again, like learning the verbal components of a spell.]

Is it... is it all right? Will it be trouble for you because of who... because of what I am?

[zauberdecke]

There may be questions, but it's not something that they can argue with--- it is thought of as the Blessing of the Luxon, though I do not put my stores or faith in the Luxon, I will use it for my own selfish ends if it keeps us together.

[ Essek was not worried about the acceptance of their child, Dierta would grit her teeth and bare it, the Bright Queen would more than likely bless it as a rare event and the looks that they would recieve? Well he was the Shadowhand, he could destroy anyone who deigned to look down upon them. ]

Please do not worry about it, the first thing is first is that that I tell the Den that I am moving out of the house and that I will cease my marital duties.

[ausgebrannt]

Then, thanks to the Luxon, I expect.

[Bren was also not one for the gods or religion in general, but he would happily let it make of their union something sacred, if it protected Essek. If it protected their baby. What happened to him did not matter, but his love and their progeny? Oh that mattered very much indeed.

He leaned in close and nuzzled his way into the crook of Essek's neck, lips grazing there.]

Good. I am glad those are at an end.

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[ Essek knew that Adeen had expected some sort of miracle, but it had never happened; it had only made Essek hate him all the more. He found that this was the perfect position the way that they were settled here, drowsy from their lovemaking and awash in the knowledge that they had many tomorrows. ]

I also do not like how you almost died, I mean to investigate into the matter.

[ He was tight-lipped about this, his jaw clenching. ] You are more than property, but I can hold someone accountable on property-laws; a defacement and/or wrongful destruction suit. [ He was still attempting to connect the lines, but as of right now it all pointed toward Adeen which was why he wanted to move out post haste. ]

Tomorrow we will go out house shopping.

[ausgebrannt]

Whatever poison it was, it was unkind. And it was meant to be unkind.

[A lingering shiver at the memory of the cold. Gods he'd been so cold, he thought he'd never feel warm again.]

It was hours. I was meant to suffer, I think.

[And he had, though the worst of the suffering was seeing that pain and grief on Essek's face. Bren could see the way Essek's jaw clench though, and he pressed another little kiss there, meant to soothe, meant to remind that he was here. Alive. in Essek's arms where he belonged.]

We will go out home shopping.

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Yes, we will-- I will want your input it as well, things that you would like in our home.

[ Their home, it could be a large library, a bookcase, it could be anything that Bren wanted it to be. It was important that Bren had his own wishes and desires when it came to the house; it would be a home ultimately and it would belong to them. ]

Think of things that you want, and then we will find something perfect.

[ Another pause. ]

I will be also hiring someone to guard your food-- at least while we still reside in this house.

[ausgebrannt]

If you are there, that is enough.

[Bren was not one for material possessions. Mostly. Spell components and books were another story.]

But you should not have to leave your books behind here.

[Library. There should be a library. With a comfy chair for Essek to sit in and Bren to curl up by. He frowned a little at the mention of his food.] I am sorry to be so much trouble.

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You are not trouble at all.

[ Essek pressed his fingertip to Bren's lips, to quiet him. ] All of my things will be going with me-- if anything I will attempt to find a comparable house to hold them all, this is.. well it is a large house but the safety of you and our child is far more important.

[ He tucked himself in, resting his cheek against Bren's shoulder. ] Also, I think that.. as my mate, you should have a different name. May I rename you? [ It would feel symbolic, a new beginning but Essek was not thinking that Bren would find it transformative, or a way of letting go of the past.

But as usual, he would ask permission first. ]

Bren feels like it holds too much within the past for you.

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[Bren fell silent at the press of that finger to his lips. ...and then he couldn't help himself and nipped at it gently. Oops. But he did keep quiet because Essek was speaking and it felt important to listen. A house that they could be safe in, could be together in. He did want that.

His eyes widened at that suggestion, arms settling more around Essek to urge him in all the closer.]

Ja... I think I would like that. This is a new beginning... Bren has made so many terrible mistakes. I would... I would like to be a better man than that confused, broken boy.

[zauberdecke]

Then we will pick a name together.

[ Essek smiled and then he leaned up to brush a kiss against the jawline that was offered to him, sweet and whispery. A promise of what could be between them; he could feel himself humming only a little bit and that was instinctual, a product of his happiness. ]

One that will be your new name going forward; it is also not uncommon for a Master to rename their pet, for reasons that have everything to do with ownership. [ And then a secret whisper. ] You own me however, just as much as I own you.

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[Bren let his eyes drift shut as those lips graced his jaw with that kiss. It was so purely affectionate that it made something in him feel as if it were melting, like cotton candy caught in the rain, all sweet and spun sugar.

He turned towards him to nuzzle in return.]

Ja. Together. Other than Firefly, ja? I like it when you call me that. But that is only for you.

[He would be Essek's Chathtiu. Always.

He wrapped his arms securely around Essek.] You are mine, and I will do all I can to make you happy. You and our child, both.