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for Essek (lacrymaperle) - vampire/werewolf au

[There had been a simpler time, several years before when Bren hadn't yet known Trent Ikithon, a time when he was thoroughly and blissfully unaware of the things that existed in the dark, when the ideas of werewolves and vampires and other creatures that ought to have been nothing more than fairy tale fodder. Instead, his paths had crossed with Trent and everything had changed. He'd been thrown into a small walled courtyard one night, under the light of a full moon, and he had not been alone. That was the first time he had met a werewolf. Bren remembered the bite, still had the scar of it on one forearm, remembered the confusion and the terror -- both of which were nothing compared to the full moon that followed the month after, the first time he'd transformed. He remembered the pain of his entire body breaking and reshaping itself, the fear of losing himself entirely. He'd blacked out that night, woken up naked and aching as if he'd been run over by a bus.

It had been the same very moon since, except that piece by piece, bit by bit, he held onto some small shred of himself during the transformation. Trent Ikithon had explained that all this was for Bren's own good, that he was safer here than anywhere else. that there were vampires who would tear him apart on sight, one in particular, a singular monster who Trent seemed to have a personal loathing for. Bren tried to probe why any vampire, never mind a particular one, would have any interest in him. No explanation was ever given except that 'the Shadowhand will never have you. Not in this life or the next. I will see to that.'

Bren had no idea what that meant. Before all this, the only strange thing in his life were recurring dreams -- and oh they were beautiful things. Arms that were secure and safe around him, tender and gentle but not warm. The soft lilt of a voice that assured him everything would be well, that wherever he went he would be found again. Trent had hated the dreams and had done his best to cast them out of Bren's conscious awareness. Now they were barely shadows, things he could remember the feeling of more than the details. It hurt even trying to recall them, so he didn't.

This past moon Bren had made his escape after he transformed, finally aware enough of himself that he had his chance. He was free. That was the only thought in his mind right now and it repeated in echoed mantra over and over again as he tried to keep himself from spiraling into a breakdown. It had been years since he'd been out, actually out in the world, not kept with Trent Ikithon's control, trapped within the grounds of that monster's manor. He was, after all, Trent's pet project, for whatever reasons the old bastard had. It didn't matter. Back in that direction lay only pain and isolation. He wouldn't go back.

Of course, he didn't really have a plan to go forward either, really. Even before he'd been captured and turned, he hadn't had any family left, few friends, and he'd been out of the world for years now. He managed to ~~steal~~ find some clothes, ill-fitting, a coat that was too big on his underfed frame, a scarf wrapped about his neck. He was a mess, long copper hair in tangles past his shoulders, his beard untrimmed, a frantic fear in wide blue eyes as he tried to find somewhere to hide, somewhere to get his bearings. He couldn't let Trent find him again. This was freedom, and he would not give it up.

A soft meow caught his attention, and he looked up in surprise as a small orange tabby approached him. For the first time in a long while, Bren smiled.] Hello there... [The little creature sniffed his outstretched hand and headbutted his fingers. It was the first kind touch that he'd known in so long, he almost teared up over it.] Well, at least I am not alone anymore. That's comforting.

[Now if he could just figure out what the hell he was going to do, where he was going to go.]

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[ Essek's mouth was still covered by his hand, where he could just breath in the blood that still clung to his tongue, the scent of him-- the way that he felt warmth flooding through him from the blood, just a draught but it spread warmly and filled his veins with a honey glow that buzzed sweetness. So much to process, and he was normally so logical and procedural when it came to reactions and emotions; he was fighting to get back to that while he heard dimly Bren's voice hinting to Jester that she should leave.

Right now he was pondering if maybe he should make a swift escape via teleport; he could be in his room behind a barred door effectively where he could attempt to make himself right from this humiliation.

And then he felt arms wrap around his waist, Bren's arms, and those damning words in his ear. Oh, the tone was not damning in any way but it was just his own mind that was supplying it, and not Bren's. He shivered at the feeling of lips pressed just underneath the softness of his undercut, locks of hair that Bren's hand had been buried in-- a touch that would only be allowed by a husband in Drow culture; that Essek had only allowed Caleb to do.

Oh Jester had offered to help him with his hair, and had met with gentle and yet resolved rejection. ]

You are correct, I am.

[ He would not lie to this man; how could he ever tell this man anything that was not the truth? ]

However my protection still stands; I do not know what came over me-- I am not a monster, I.. should have asked your permission.

[ Even though he had read permission in the way that Bren's head fell to the side, just as Caleb often would do as invitation and it had been instincts, pure and simple instincts that had him taking the bite before even thinking ]

[Caleb had no idea that Essek had considered disappearing into nowhere -- nor really any inkling that this was even an option that could be considered -- but he did know that the sudden distance that the other man had put between him made something turn cold in him. So this was better.

He pressed his face to the juncture of Essek's neck and shoulder, unconsciously scenting him, drawing in that unmistakable aroma of snow and jasmine and home, a softer hint of lavender lingering at the edges. Safe. Home.]

I gave it, didn't I?

[Admittedly a lot of it was a blur, but he was fairly certain he'd nearly begged for it in the moment. He'd at least said please and certainly meant it.]

You feel warm. [Bren murmured, lips still brushing his skin as he formed the words.] You smell so good.

[So he may still be more than a little turned on, and more than a little caught in the outright afterglow of being fed on.]

Master Ikithon said vampires were dangerous, that they'd tear me apart on sight. I think... perhaps he lied. [About a great many things.]

[ Oh that warmth, that beautiful golden warmth-- the heat which he could feel radiating from Bren-- the husky whisper against his neck, the feeling of huffed breath and then a soft moan as suddenly he was not so sure that this was.. that he could. But he licked his lips regardless, tasting Bren on his tongue, the cinnamon and fire-- the taste that had always been his favorite dessert.

There was a unique flavor to it, something far warmer, like drinking mulled wine; spiced and several degrees hotter than Caleb's had ever been. He slipped his hand up and then his hands found those locks of hair, he tangled digits within and gave a soft stroking massage to the scalp. ]

There are some very dangerous vampires, however I am not one of them. I can be dangerous granted, but I am more so reclusive than I am dangerous. [ And oh how Essek felt himself want to hiss with just the mention of Trent Ikithon, the man who had orchestrated is own changing. Rather rich for someone such as that to declare vampires an abomination, when he worked with several factions ]

You taste very good, like something that I have not had in a very long time, but which was my favorite.

[ and that statement is a bit more husky of an admittance as he takes a deep abiding breath and leans backward into those larger arms, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of intimacy and contact ]

[Bren's arms tightened around Essek reflexively as those fingers sank into his hair. He lifted his head into that attention, wordlessly seeking more of it. His eyes fell half shut as he listened to what Essek had to say.]

Dangerous when you need to be. [Bren murmured thoughtfully. Dangerous but not to him, not to the people who worked here and seemed so much more like family than staff. He turned enough and very deliberately, slowly, pressed a kiss to Essek's neck, in a similar spot to where the vampire had bitten him. In fact, he snuck in a quick scrape of his teeth -- oh so careful not to break skin. Bren was the monster here, and he knew it.

If Essek knew what he was, what would he say? For a selfish moment he didn't want to think of any of that. His hand flattened against Essek's chest, holding him close, so close.]

You can have it, when you want it. I want you too. It felt... [Amazing. Blissful. And more than that, it felt so very right, even beyond the overwhelming pleasure of it, it had felt like something fundamental in his world had shifted back into place.] ...right.

[He set his chin on Essek's shoulder, quiet for a moment before he added, voice barely above a whisper.] Our first kiss was under an apple tree. It was the end of summer, and I'd never been more nervous in my life. Everything smelled like apples and you.

[ Essek was the blind one, he had not noticed the way that the blood ran far warmer than Caleb's ever did; the slight scent of wolf just underneath the surface; of woods and pine needles and earth; the tangible fragrance of howling at the moon-- of such a activity could rewrite the very laws of scent. The soft scrape of teeth and he felt his breath hitch; he had breath now, it had been shared by this man as well as the beating of heart.

Right now a pulse thrummed inside of him; a sacred tethering that made him feel human. Caleb had always made him feel not as a vampire, but as a mortal man. And he was weak to that feeling, could feel the desire coursing through him like a drug of the finest caliber.

Fingers tightened in hair the moment that Bren whispered that offer against his neck, his shoulder-- his teeth bit into his lower lip where he knew that if he dug incisor deep, the blood that would well up would be Bren's. It was tempting to take this man as his lover; not only tempting but perhaps inevitable to do so-- one could stop that only insofar as much as they could stop the planets from colliding within axis.

It was the last statement that did it, the whispered memory. His eyes slid closed and he allowed his head to fall back slightly-- the memory came back to him; the sunlight just before sunset; twilight-- with books spread out on their laps. The heat had always made Essek drowsy and somewhat floppy and he'd been content to rest their against Caleb's shoulder.

A single shifting, his own eyes opening to catch Caleb's lips descending upon his own and the sweetness that was shared; it had been slightly awkward and clumsy. But oh, how Essek had wanted it and how his arm and slipped up to drape around shoulders as their kiss grew bolder and less tentative as they both understood that it was mutual.

Essek swallowed and shifted only a little bit in those arms. There was no light that came through the window, but the sconces cast a subtle romantic glow on the far edges, just enough that Bren could see those backlit eyes, the way that they seemed to glow golden like the slow honey of a dripping almost autumn twilight. ]

It is a very dear memory of mine, you had been nervous but you did not understand quite how much I had wanted you to kiss me; and when you did-- you changed my entire world.

[ The hairsbreadth of a heartbeat as he lightly tugged Bren toward him, with a touch now gentle enough that Bren could escape, his eyes on the promise of those lips while every fibre of his being ached for this man, and for a kiss. ]

There is room within me for more memories, yes.

[Bren had not been close enough physically to Essek before to really appreciate how significant the changes of him having his blood in him were. But he did know that the other man was warmer, and that was already an amazing thing, the warmth of that body in his arms, the flush he could see in his cheeks. He could feel life in his mate, and it thrilled him knowing that he was the source of it.

If Bren had the tail he had in his werewolf form, it would be wagging now as Essek leaned back into him. His gaze met those stunning, star-filled eyes, nearly losing himself in their depths entirely for a moment, sinking into that familiar gold -- so familiar, from so many forgotten dreams in his childhood, in the fragments of memories that surfaced as Essek drew his blood from his body and replaced it with ecstasy.

Even now he spoke of the memories as if they were his own. Small fragments of pieces of a man he once was. That same part of his soul was still locked away, held back by spells that Bren was unaware of. But for once there was a glimmer of hope; his love was here, close.]

I forgot to breathe for a moment, and then you took my breath away anyway.

[Bren nearly melted at those last words. New memories. Memories that were not only Caleb's, not only a ghost of who he was in another life but he was and would be now.]

Then... [His voice was soft, leaning closer, aching for those lips on his.] ...we could start now?

[ Essek felt the moment that Bren's mouth started to descend down upon him, like starfall-- this was not an autumn twilight but rather 12 in the early hours of the morning, and there was a difference there. They would never have sunset or morning light again, but they could have this in all its beautiful entirity. All of the hours of darkness were theirs because they were different aspects.

Essek was a different man, made something else after years upon years of loneliness that had ebbed against him and making patterns in rock and stone, but Bren was not Caleb-- merely a reflection in the mirror with different expressions, wearing different clothes.

But Essek found himself drawn to this other self of Caleb and thus he slipped his hand up to cup that cheek, feeling his heart quiver in that same way that it had. This time though he could feel the nervousness of the other man as if it was palpable.. caught in the wild butterfly beating of the heart as it caught within the cage of bones. ]

I would like to create memories just with you, Bren.

[ his voice soft and husky and then he tilted his head to better make a place where Bren's sweet lips could touch down, like sweet soft rain.. and his eyes strayed toward those full luscious lips which he knew would have to taste like the sweetest ambrosia ]

Kiss me?

[Bren had come to fear the night, the rise of the moon, the pull that it had over him. So many months, bleeding into years, spent dreading the sunset and what it could bring with it, the way it tugged at him. He felt like his own isolated ocean, tides set by that betrayer moon whether he wished them to be or no, never quite certain if it would be calm or wave-tossed. And the change, oh the change tore at him with anxiety as it approached and then tore at him literally when it arrived.

But here, in this moment with this creature of the night, beautiful and immortal and terrifying, he had never loved the darkness more. If this man was in it, even the moonlight was a welcome and beautiful thing.

The touch at his cheek drew his lips into a smile, no hesitation as he leaned into it, nuzzling with unguarded affection. Safe. Home. Where fate or the gods or whatever cosmic kindness that existed in this cold and often cruel universe had led him. To this moment where that sweet request rang like warmth and music through him.]

Yes.

[Just the word followed immediately by action. It was a first kiss, the latest in a series that had long ago lost count, both these things simultaneously. His lips found Essek's gently, tender in their approach, and lingering, slowly shifting from that tentative but sweet beginning to something more substantial, searching and wanting.]

[ It was a kiss that very much hearkened back to that day over a hundred years ago when their world had been new and manageable, with nothing more complicated than transfigurations classes and making it to the cafeteria on time so that they did not miss out on getting Essek his soup, or Caleb his apple tarts. Sweetness and such time had passed, and such heartache.

And Essek could taste the very softness of heartache in Bren's breath; understood that most of Bren's heartache came from Trent Ikithon and he wanted to launch a war, would launch a war in a way that he was not given the chance to with Caleb. It had been impossible to build a case, by that time Trent had disappeared underground but Essek knew he existed.

With Bren, he was given a second chance; the ability to protect that which he had failed to do so at the first time around, and he was going to treasure that chance as it came. Even as he felt Bren's lips slowly make it's descent down like drawing down the moon, and his breath caught in the second before contact. Bren's lips were warm, so vitally so-- the inaugural first kiss but not first kiss likewise. The kiss made his breath catch much like the first time and he rose up on his tiptoes to further alleviate the subtle lean down while his arms looped around those shoulders.

And when those lips parted slightly, he parted in turn and angled his head so that their lips could fit together perfectly, open-mouthed and yielding. Essek's mouth was warm, far warmer than it would've been at the beginning of the evening-- and tasted like Bren, but the hot pulsating vitality of him; of crimson and blood moons-- a taste that was made beautiful on those lips, nuanced and complex and a reflection of the other man ]

[Bren had kissed other people in his life, before Trent found him, the wolves he'd been given to as a mate, but it was nothing like this, could not even come close to comparing to the feeling of Essek's lips meeting his for the first time. For the millionth time. His heart immediately surged as if it intended to gain wings and beat its way straight out of his chest. Maybe it would, and he wouldn't do anything to stop it if it meant breaking away even a moment from this kiss.

He murmured a soft sound as their lips slotted closer together. He could taste him, familiar, like some ambrosia he'd forgotten before this moment. Gods help him he was not prepared for this, but he never wanted it to end.

His arms wound around Essek's waist, pulling him closer reflexively, as if his body remembered the things that his mind had forgotten, that this was where the other man belonged. He was warmer than those fleeting touches he'd noted before when Essek helped him shave.

Another low sound as his tongue dipped past those parted lips, tasting that hint of blood -- his blood -- and of life, flowing and shared between the both of him. His fingers gripped tightly at the soft fabric of Essek's shirt.]

[ In this moment, they were infinite. Possibilities caught them like wings that wrapped lovingly around them and he let out a near soundless moan against those lips as he felt it; felt the weightlessness that his stomach took on as they kissed, the contact of tongue against warm tongue, the way that he pushed back and firmed such a seal while he tangled his fingers in Bren's hair and he sipped him like wine that he was hungry for. A wine that was specifically this man's, this was where he belonged and be defied everyone else who would try to part them.

Including and especially Trent Ikithon.

His body pressed flushed, sharp angle to equally sharp angle. Both him and Caleb had always been creatures of those same angles; hard enough to cut and yet like puzzle pieces, they easily came together as if they had been born to this. His incisor lightly scraped against a tongue that dived into his mouth, and he felt a well of blood, then he grasped against that tongue and he gave it a firm and utterly hot suck.

Turning the kiss into something darkly sensual, while his lips and mouth pulled. It was a slight cut that would be eased by the saliva shared between them, but with a hint of eroticism in addition. After all it had not been uncommon for him to take little bites and nibbles as himself and Caleb had made love; even before being a vampire-- he'd always been a little bit bitey ]

[Bren gasped to Essek's lips at the sharp feeling of that fang, the sudden coppery taste of blood in his mouth was nothing compared to the suction that followed, the way that Essek kissed him like he intended on devouring him. And oh that was more than all right with Bren. His knees felt weak, his entire body alive with that electric feeling once more.

Should he really enjoy being bitten by a vampire this much? Well, should or not, he did. Even the thought of it, the realization that Essek was drinking from him, that he was the reason for that flush in the other man's cheeks, the warmth in his touch. He could be this for him, would be this for him.

And more. Gods, so much more. He whined to Essek's mouth, his hands unable to keep still, moving and along Essek's back, up his sides, down to palm at his ass, urging him closer. And still that voice inside him that resonated with the truth of the universe, mate, soulmate, mine, always mine.]

[ It had always been like this, hadn't it? The kiss leading into the fallout; recalling a trek back to the dorms, the both of them flush with their first kiss; and then once they had reached their dorm room shared, it had been a collision of awkward lips and mouths and the making out of two boys who had discovered something beautiful for the first time.

But they were not boys, and this held experience behind it. He heard Bren whine against his lips and he fought those lips, for every drop until the saliva healed the knick up, the flavor and the taste while he moved his body to flush more completely, though that turned to arching his rear against the palms of those hands and devolved into a back and forth to assert a friction as his hands buried certainly in crimson, wanting to be burned by his Mate.

They were mates, he felt that pull and tug; recognized it for what it was-- unavoidable like the tides. ]

Ah.. Bren..

[ His mouth falling from Bren's, his own lips flushed from the kisses, the look about them of being thoroughly kissed while he nuzzled their noses together, he shared his breath with Bren while he continued this movement, this rocking back and forth like he was the sea and Bren was the boat upon him. ]

I will let nothing hurt you, nothing.

[ He was fierce, that glimmer in those eyes-- a feral possessiveness ]

Essek...

[His Essek. Bren breathed his name like he was pleading, or was that praying? Just kissing him alone was the brightest moment of his life, but he wanted more. Memories that he couldn't remember -- left only with the shapes of them carved out inside him, empty and waiting to be filled -- ached with sweetness that flooded through him at the lingering taste of those lips.

With longing in his eyes, in his touch, in the way that he gripped at the other man, held him close, he took in those kiss-swollen lips, those fine, sharp features. His breath caught at the way the other man moved against him, but it was the words that nearly stole all the air from his lungs at once.

Blue eyes, the color of the daytime sky that had been stolen from Essek, widened. Bren had been hurt, had been broken in so many ways, had been made into a monster in form and in function -- and oh it was not fair that he was keeping that secret from Essek. He couldn't bear to tell him now, couldn't bear to see disgust or hatred in his eyes. In the end, Bren was selfish and he wanted that, to feel wanted, loved, safe.]

I have been so very afraid, for such a long time... [He admitted quietly. Terror and anxiety were his closest companions in many ways.] But I am not afraid anymore, not here, not with you. [He leaned closer, the softest touch of his lips to Essek's, barely contact at all.] But I will protect you too, from whatever danger. [Even if that danger is me.]

[ The contact, however brief seemed to play against Essek's stomach in the most impossible of ways; like a batallion of butterflies to conquer the fragile mess that was his feelings. He was certain he could protect this man, he was stronger now-- made so, he had power now-- more power than he'd had 150 years ago; he would he able to protect Bren like he had not been able to Caleb and< his family.

Oh he would avenge their deaths, he would do it for Caleb and for Bren, would sacrifice Trent Ikithon on the altar of what the past deserved.

But for right now, he nuzzled their noses together, sweetly disarming before he took Bren's hand and pulled away, to lead him toward the chaise lounge. The memories of evenings spent there, of magic discovery-- and other discoveries as well. They would only do as much as Bren was comfortable with but at the very least they could settle on the couch and touch and taste each other. It was with great ceremony that he guided the man toward the shadows of the couch. ]

I do not want you to fear me, Chathiu, though I know that it can be hard to trust sometimes, I only want to hold you in safety.

[ He would let Bren sit down first and then Essek would join him, and then slowly Essek could relearn the ways that this soul had made him hum, relearn every angle and inch of him-- the sweetness or a hitched breath when he touched him just right or the way that he may come undone with a well placed bite and lick to the inside of thighs. All of these things to re-discover, and he was able to do so, he looked forward to it-- to every single bout of discovery between them ]

Will you be my throne to sit on, Bren?

[ his fingers stroked against that jawline as felt the barest hint of catch from not shaving for 24 hours, that too caused a thrill as he wondered how it would feel against other parts of his body, with Bren rubbing against him like a cat-- scent marking ]

Edited 2023-04-01 13:21 (UTC)

I am not afraid of you.

[Chathiu. He should not have known the word, but it still echoed through him, the endearment ringing softly at the back of his mind. Firefly, something first spoken to a gangly teenage boy as deep lavender fingers brushed back an errant lock of copper hair, the tail end that flash of memory that first moment of Essek's teeth sinking into his flesh unlocked.]

I could not be afraid of you. [His soul would not allow it. Every last scintilla of him was drawn to this man in all the ways that mattered. His very being knew him, longed for him, and Bren had surrendered to that certainty, to the unassailable knowledge that yes, this. This was something that was meant to be in the way the laws of physics and arcana were meant to be, an immutable truth. He belonged with this man, to this man. And Essek Thelyss was his.

Bren settled onto the chaise, looking up at the other man -- this timeless vampire another him had known and loved -- with eyes full of wonder and desire in equal parts. The question was answered with a hand extended towards him, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt to tug. He leaned into that touch.]

I will be whatever you'd have me be, ja. [Another tug, verging on playful.] So come, sit.

[ Those memories came back as well-- as if the sharing of blood had given Essek a thread of connection of which he could follow down into Bren; there was comfort in being shown the past right now; the past before the hurt and the pain; the blood and the fire-- the burning building that Essek could not save Caleb from. To a time before smoke and embers, to when they were boys and they had the world before them; endless possibilities.

And there was Bren, with those blue eyes that circled back to remind him of the cool blue waters dancing against the shores of Nicodranas; impossibly blue. And he longed to wipe every bit of sadness away from those eyes, his lips parting as he settled on that lap. Whereas he made himself light enough to hold comfortably, adjusting his mass and weight with a simple spell; and even in that was worry because his.. his precious one was still so thin and his instinct was to treat him gently, carefully.

Essek's fingers curled softly against the jawline, feeling the dancing prickle of stubble that was fighting to break through the surface. His lips grazed lightly against that lower lip, reverentially-- tenderly. As if Bren was a precious thing, fragile and breakable. Right now in this moment, he wanted to worship this man, wanted to show him the ways in which he had been missed; to make it inevitably known that Essek wanted him.
And one arm wrapped around the shoulder; the other hand resting against the top of the tunic where he started to play with it, toy lightly-- his thumb distractingly stroking the pulse that beat underneath after a single button undone ]

And if I asked you to be my lover? What then?

[ Mate.. something inside him growled fiercely; but he would start with lover, for now. ]

[Bren was blossoming under Essek's attention, Essek's touch in a way that he hadn't thought possible for himself anymore. For years he'd been held down, beaten down really, and now this beautiful, brilliant, dangerous man was bringing him back -- ironically enough, for the vampire what he was -- into the light.

He lifted his chin into that touch, eyes falling shut at the touch of those lips. A soft sound of protest when Essek pulled back. One hand of his own lifted to touch along Essek's jawline, skin smooth and on the cooler side of warm, the sharp and fine angles of his jaw.

The heart beneath Essek's touch was thundering as if it were a storm brewing inside his chest, a tempest ready to break. Those words themselves may well have been the breaking point. His breath caught in his throat before he could find his voice to respond.]

I'd wonder how I could be so fortunate... [He leaned up to press a soft kiss to Essek's lips.] I'd ask you to be mine.

[His lover, his mate, his everything.]

Good, then we are in agreement-- Chathiu...

[ There was no room for anything but what Essek felt in this moment. There was no fire to be lit in this room, but it did not matter for all the heat that radiated from the other man, reasons which Essek did not question in the slightest, though perhaps he should've? For the heat was far potent, far stronger than it ever had been in Caleb. He pressed their foreheads together, tasting the breath-- tasting Bren on his tongue still.

Like gravity, he was drawn and he leaned in and then he captured those lips with his own, and then that tongue was delving deep, a very subtle possessive frisson going through him at how much he wanted the other man. The way his tongue mimiced that mating dance, the way it sank into that wet mouth as if he was savoring his lover-- if there was anything about Essek, it was the fact that he could be very in control; for all that Bren could be lost in the drowning, Essek would invariably take care of him.

His fingers slid underneath that chin, tilting it upward while he kissed, slick-- a groan at the back of his throat at the feel of the other man, his free hand moving to fist in a tunic while he pushed Bren back against the couch with no uncertain amount of force to it.

There was an invitation as well, for Bren to wage his own war-- a war that Essek would allow and greedily meet, and perhaps as they kissed, those teeth lightly bit in intervals, occasionally feeding him little samplings of Bren's sanguinity. ]

[Bren could get used to that endearment -- had already gotten used to it really, to the sheer and unmistakable affection that was threaded through the syllables -- and found himself smiling at the sound of it. The smile was still on his lips as Essek kissed him. His eyes drew shut, lips parting to invite Essek in. He didn't know if Vampires truly needed invitations, but everything about Bren right now was fully inviting, his lips, his heart, his body, all open to the attentions of this beautiful man whose soul had been calling to his.

He barely noticed the sharper parts of that kiss save for the taste of his own blood on Essek's tongue as he kissed him with just as much further. A soft gasp to his mouth as he was pushed, leaning back into the couch with the force of that hand. His hands were not still, could not be still, finding the bottom of that simple, soft shirt that Essek wore and slipping beneath it.

He let fingers explore, the sharp angles and delicious curves of that lithe body, like returning to some familiar favorite place and treading on new and fascinating ground simultaneously. One hand slipped around to his back, up the curve of his spine before dragging down, nails to skin.

Arching up against him, there was something near feral in the need that was surfacing, a growing need that was so strong it threatened to consume him if it was note sated.]

[ Essek had already been invited, however the very subtle reading of the mood around them was a courtesy, to make sure that it was truly what Bren wanted, that it wasn't merely a languor driven by the euphoria of taking blood had engendered within the other man. It was the one thing that made Essek a cut above the rest of the vampires within the coven, it was the fact that he was mindful-- but also, perfunctory with expectations placed clearly before all whom he took blood from.

This defied that though, even Essek understood the way that this set apart. This was not a business arrangement or a deal; this was not in return for any favors, luxuries or power moves. For the fact that it was in a different tier, Essek took the sustenance and wanted love in addition to.

For he was possessive, this man belonged to him. And it was purely debatable as to whom was getting the better deal out of it; his fingers curled into those locks of hair as he followed Bren down onto the couch, resting against that chest as fingers performed an exploration that had happened countless times before; and was all coming back to him now in this moment. His body was warmer than it had been previously, but still cool according to Bren's body; a coolness that could only be remedied by blood.

His fingers tightened and he ripped his mouth away, a dark panting as he struggled for breath-- his chest bursting with air, and then just as quickly his lips attached to jawline, teeth and then he bit down lightly, licking the spot revealed-- then an inch further down while his tongue swirled and lapped. And slowly as he used his free hand to shove fabric of Bren's tunic aside, he was carving an intricate path downward made up of the sum of his teeth. ]

[Bren would make no secrets that this was what he wanted, and that it went so far beyond the ecstasy of having his blood stole from him by those wicked teeth and perfect lips. The cool skin beneath his fingers only served to make Bren want to warm Essek up, to share the heat that he knew burned in him, coursed in his veins. To hold him close but also be held in turn, to stir up the same desire in the other man that he could feel threatening to overflow from himself at any moment.

The weight of Essek atop him was comforting -- though he did wonder that it was somewhat less than expected, not quite familiar enough with the other man's magic to entirely understand.

His hands could not be stilled, too eager to touch all of him, as if he refused to neglect even an inch of that perfect, soft skin. Nails dug in intermittently, matched to the way that kiss intensified, until it broke. Bren could himself gasping, breathless himself, opening his eyes to fix a lust-hazy gaze on the other man before Essek was at his throat. His head fell back once more in eager invitation, voice catching on each sharp pierce of teeth, each soothing kiss of tongue.]

Gods, Starlight... [The old endearment, from a lifetime before this was on his lips without his realizing where it had come from, only that it was right. His fingers caught once more in Essek's shirt, tugging, trying to urge it up even if it would mean a momentary interruption of that sinful mouth on his body.]

[ He wanted Bren wrecked and debauched underneath him, with kiss and teeth bruised skin, with hazy eyes and swollen lips. There was not a few more beautiful than that. When he heard the term Starlight, the blood-- Bren's blood coursing through his veins also chanted the words in time, made his body sing with the magic unttered, as if it was a verbal component to a spell he'd forgotten. It was at the middle of chest where his teeth last bit and he left a mark there, a sweet little mark made of his own possessive claiming.

However Bren wanted something and he would give it and so he shifted to push himself up, and then with the help of Bren's hands-- that off the shoulder tunic was removed to reveal his star-kissed flesh; lavender with the barest glimmer of white freckles scattered against twilight sky. There was a navel piercing that he possessed, a gold stud with a ruby tipped flame attached to it as it dangled down and then just underneath that a scatter of hair as it traversed downward, downward to disappear into his silk lounge pants.

Looking down at Bren, he knew what he wanted-- he knew the course in which this should take. He did not care for the fine fabric of the tunic and he took the shirt between his fingers and then he tugged, tugged so intensely that the fabric let out a slight rip, buttons popping. Oh how Essek knew that clothes could be mended and repaired but he had little patience for the slow undoing of buttons.

After all he had not had his mate for years, and that glimmer in his spoke that he wanted a deeper and more intimate taste. ]

Do you trust me, Bren?

[ His voice was a soft purr cushioned just underneath the slightest groan, his hands sliding up to tweak against the dusky rose coloured peaks, to roll between his fingers while he watched Bren's face for any sign, anything that would serve to show that this was not wanted or desired; and perhaps his own seeking fingers was a way to remind his lover of the pleasure that they could share together ]

[Another hitch in his breath, a quick inhale that escaped in the next moment as a whimpered sound of approval as those teeth left that mark on his chest. It felt like the possessive gesture that it was, and he liked it, liked it so much. After being held captive by Ikithon, maybe it should have surprised him how freeing it felt to belong to Essek, if only because he had the sense that Essek would also be his.

Bren stared in outright awe as that shirt slipped free, that skin like the twilight sky, dusted with those freckles like stars. There was no keeping his hands away, from tracing what his eyes could see, down from his chest, over that taut stomach, fingers daring to brush the top of that trail of pretty white hair, the beginning of a path to utter treasure.

He looked up startled when the borrowed clothes he was wearing was actively torn off him, eyes wide. Oh. Well. That should not have been near as hot as it was, and yet here he was. His chest rose and fell in quickening breaths.]

I trust you. Of course I trust you.

[His soul knew this man, and Bren would lay his heart and body and soul at Essek's feet, now and forever. Those wicked hands had him arching towards the touch. Essek would find no sign of anything but absolute need and overwhelming desire on his face, writ in every inch of his posture.]

[ Desire, deep and hot desire seemed to radiate from Essek as he found himself looking down upon Bren, he caught the startled look on the other man's face, but lust too. The look pleased him, it made him feel like he was doing something utterly right with the direction he was taking. There was so much that Essek worried over, one of them was if this would prove insufficient, if the experience would measure up-- if the soul was giving some expectation.

But the look on Bren's face silenced those thoughts and he continued those ministrations, giving them light tweaks, wanting to feel them warm underneath his fingers. His sensitive finertips could easily feel how the blood rose to fill such a sensitive area and he knew that one day he was going to taste how that particular area seasoned the blood.

Every spot seemed to carry a different flavor.

But there was one that he wanted more than anything else so his palm started to slide downward, traversing a path that was bent on that trail, following it downward. The trousers, how he unhooked lacings deftly and then he pulled downward at them, pulled so that he could free Bren from such restricting confines. All the while his eyes was trained on the very alluring picture that Bren made. Yes, he could see ribs, but those ribs would fill out with proper nourishments, it was the expression on Bren's face that did it, the lust painted rawly. ]

I love seeing how much you want me, Chathiu

[ And then he wrapped two hands around that cock, one atop the other and then he slowly started to work it slowly, with such a deft hand, watching the way that the precome wanted to bead up at the very top with the double stimulation. ]

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