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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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[ the husky thick quality of Bren's zemnian rich voice was not lost upon him, but likewise it was arousing because it touched on familiar heat-- biding that stolen blood through him to rose, cahsing his cock to throb painfully in the memory of Caleb's voice, same timbre asking the same things, how he could easily become lost with each dizzying syllable that came from those perfect lips.

How many times had he lost himself to the melody of Caleb's husky endearments, those slow workings of words, of being called his starlight and his most precious treasure, his pearl-- and giving himself over to Caleb. He felt positively aroused by each nuance; and here was Bren now, with that shadow of possession.

It felt darker than how it had been between him and Caleb; needy and hot-- pulsing with inevitability. He slowly and gracefully then positioned himself with his calves knelt and cushioned that hear, along his thighs-- giving Bren a view of thighs and Essek's most private places bared for him but not quite lowered, then he stretched forward like a cat, limber and graceful as he settled chest to stomach.

Reaching until he could once again wrap manicured fingers elegantly around the base, a soft moan came from the back of his throat before he dipped his head down to slide his tongue into the slit where he caught Bren's unique seasoning upon tastebuds-- his hips still lifted up and away, so that Bren could have the pleasure of drawing him down onto his face. Essek could verily use that face as his throne, and would-- but not yet, not tonight ]

[This was, for Bren in this moment, a falling in love for the first time, full of the rush of something new and thrilling, the breathless nervousness and flight of butterflies in his stomach. It was also something solid and old and familiar, a sinking into something comfortable and made entirely, perfectly for him.

And he could not help that need in him, to claim and to be claimed, to have Essek as his. And to belong in turn to this ethereally impossible creature, too beautiful to be real, to be anything more than some perfect dream. He watched Essek with rapt attention.

Oh. His gaze roamed greedily over the view presented him, that pert and perfect ass, the irresistibly delectable cock. It made his throat go dry with a sudden need that drove his heart into thundering away in his chest.

He was distracted enough that the touch of that hand and the tongue that followed at his own prick had him groaning out in startled bliss.]

Oh fuck...

[A soft curse and a prayer, and Bren refocused. He reached up now to let his fingers glide along the other man's length, that somehow manage to be as graceful and lovely as the man it belonged to, up to caress along those plush sacs, fingers wrapping deliberately around the base of him, drawing Essek down towards him even as he leaned up, lips parted to press a welcoming kiss to the head of his cock before tonguing at him in eager exploration.]

[ He felt that slight pull as Bren's fingers reached and found him, his throbbing length warmer than it had ever been, the blood flowing through him, powering him. Essek was always in a state of somewhat hardness, it was why he preferred loose fitting clothes and long tunics with which to swathe himself. However now that extra bit of arousal thrummed through him and made his cock heavy, the trembling of it as Bren's mouth opened against his slitted head. A soft groan, teeth grazing against skin lightly before he drew away to rub his cheek against the hot solid length of Bren.

He had to control himself, he could feel it being strummed upon like threads of a guitar, his entire body felt feverish and taut, holding onto his humanity by a tendril so that he did not go feral.

The years that it had been since he'd indulged, and he had not indulged with anyone else, not like this-- his body held a key and that key had been owned by Caleb. Now it was this man who he'd given it to and he was not sorry, he needed the contact between them, needed to feel that warmth, a desperation to not be lonely any more.

Expirementally, he rolled his hips while his tongue started a slow drag then from base of cock and upward, following that siren's song of a vein as it moved ever upward. The flow of blood like koi fish in a pond, the predator in him recognized it and the scent and smell intoxicating. Already the flecks of gold in his eyes were expanding until they would be pools of honey.

As they did when he was at that state of arousal that was equal parts arousal and physical hunger.

Bren, you smell so sweet..

[ his fingers start to run up base, carrying skin with it-- carrying heat and hunger, a dew of precum against that head which he lapped again. Everything may taste of ash, but he would never forget the taste of Caleb, and now Bren, how he loved it, how it was the only flavor he cared for ]

[It was an overwhelming mix of action and sensation, of the eagerness to taste and feel the way that Essek responded under his attention. That groan that fell like some perfect treasure from those perfect lips pulsed straight through Bren. It would have been enough to have his own dick throbbing without the addition of that mouth on him, the nuzzling that followed.

He couldn't stop the way his hips rocked up, just slightly, seeking out more of that attention.

A sob of a sound was breathed against the head of Essek's cock as that tongue went wandering along his length.]

You taste like heaven...

[Bren murmured in response, fingers winding their way around the perfect, slender shaft of Essek's cock, to guide him past parted lips, to wrap his mouth around him properly, tongue flat against the slit before sliding down to trace about the head of his arousal as he took him in deeper, eyes falling slowly shut.]

[ Decadent heat enrobed him and suddenly he felt feverish-- his skin was not terribly hot and due to the blood his cock was not chilly, but it wasn't a raging inferno-- however suddenly he felt like one in those lips. Their body temperatures so conflicting that he felt like he was burning; but gods it was a good type. The moan that dragged from his lips was utterly obscene and then he took that warm throbbing shaft in past his mouth, sliding downward with his tongue cushioning one side of the cock.

It was easy not to swallow, not to breath. He did not need to-- it was not required for him to survive; all that Essek had to do was relax his throat and let Bren slide right in; and gladly he did so-- that wet mouth that shimmered saliva down shaft, a soft little gulp as if trying to get more of his lover.

And downward his fingers moved in order to cup those sacs, to roll them in the palm of his hands while he started to move his hips, back and forth though in a movement that was more shallow. An encouragement for Bren to make himself comfortable with however he wanted to consume him; this was his decision.

Essek, however-- he was going to feast as if he'd been starving for so long; the loneliness obliterated and now he was gorging himself on the feelings that his Bren had sparked within him; a few soft strokes, as he was nearly halfway with that cock in his mouth, making sweet humming choking noises on him. ]

[Bren nearly choked on a moan, the sound muffled and reverberating through Essek's prick, as Essek took him into his mouth an then took him down to the root. If the Drow was hoping to strike a death blow, he'd certainly come close to that. But the werewolf would not be distracted entirely by that mouth around him.

He had his own treat to think of. As Essek's hips rocked, he relaxed his mouth around him to let him rock into him. Though the shallow rocking was not nearly enough. Bren did need to breathe, but he saw no reason to let that stop him. His hands shifted to Essek's hips, drawing him down even as Bren leaned up to take his length further into his mouth.

He could feel the urge to choke as the head of that cock nudged at the back of his throat, and he couldn't hold back a soft sound of it before he swallowed against the sensation, relaxing enough to swallow him down fully, until his nose was pressed up against the base of his cock, between the shaft and those balls, finding his breath there to inhale the thrilling musk and scent of the other man, quite certain he could get drunk on that alone.

Fingers gripped harder at those hips, and he voiced another desperate, needing sound around him. He hoped that Essek did not expect him to last long with as expertly as he was being taken apart.]

[ Essek could all but taste the blood pounding under his sliding tongue, how it raged like a river, how it could be his in a tenptest; his mouth felt weighty with how it was filled with generous cock-- the choked sounds, he could tell they were from pleasure for those fingers only pulled his hips down tighter into that tight throat.

If Essek had been thicker, perhaps it would've been a bigger problem than it actually was. But Bren's mouth wrapped around him, squeezed him and savored him, how the heat was distracting to him-- how it made him want to bite into that one spot-- the one spot that his own nose was touching, that Bren's was on him.

Finally his mouth slid the from cock slick with his saliva and precome, and his tongue was laving even as he started to moan and fuck that mouth with his smoothly rolling hips, with lewd noises and his fingers playing with balls, sliding even downward to toy with a ringed entrance, edging circles. ]

You are going to make me come, my very good boy-- so you want me to fill your mouth?

[ leaning down then, his palm pressing Bren flat as he started to tongue at that base before he took the piece of skin between balls and shaft and he sucked at it, the sensitive spot where he knew the sweetest ambrosia could be mined-- he could take this whenever he wanted, he assured his lover's orgasm-- he also knew that he would come instantly from pleasure alone, he was just drawing it out ]

Does your soul remember? How I could make you come like this?

[Bren had thoroughly lost himself in the surprising bliss of sucking Essek's cock, as if some innate desire and need he had been unaware of save for the echoing ache of it all these years was finally being sated. He drew back only enough to take a breath before engulfing him again, the noises wet and choking, utterly obscene before he relaxed back and let Essek roll those hips and fuck his mouth. Bren moaned again, muffled as it was.

His eyes fluttered and he groaned in the affirmative. Oh yes, he wanted that. He wanted Essek to spill his seed inside him, to taste him, to swallow him down and milk him until he was dry.

The attention to his own cock had him squirming, clenching feeling low in his stomach, as if he was waiting for something he knew was coming. He had no real way of knowing, save for the echo of it through his soul. And maybe it did remember, but Bren couldn't voice that, couldn't put it into any coherent thought. All he could do was whimper around Essek's cock, lips still stretched to wrap around him.

He just knew that he needed to come, he needed Essek to make him come.]

[ He had reduced Bren to this needy desire, he recognized it; but also he remembered how good it felt to do so-- this being his own personal workroom, himself and Caleb had spent hours upon hours on this couch, doing the same things. Those moments where Caleb interrupted him while he was working, but it had never truly been interrupting, or those times when he'd taken Caleb's measurements for new clothing, even though he had already measured him.. they both knew that.

And then this de-evolution onto the chaise lounge where Caleb hungrily became his. How he awakened his lover in such impossible ways, the way the shaft slid against his tongue, the trails he left and the panting as he filled Caleb's own mouth. Now Bren was reacting in those same ways, needy-- Essek felt hips roll against his sucking mouth-- the flat of his tongue against the little jumping point between cock base and balls.

He felt lips against his pubic bone, nose against his balls-- and that whimpering greedy sound swirling in the hot soak of Bren's mouth as he fucked in deeper, using his precious mate as a hole.

His mouth opened then, his teeth pressing against flesh, he moaned as he pressed against saliva-slicked flesh and then he bit down, into skin as his fingers moved to caress balls, and then he squeezed them lightly, with his other hand around base of cock-- teeth broke skin, went deeper until finally he was giving fast and hot sucks while the symphony of blood and come flowed fastly past his lips, white hot bliss breaking his own self-control, squeezing those balls and he would drain them. ]

Edited 2023-04-15 13:27 (UTC)

[Somewhere in the places where his soul gave way to echoes that Bren could only barely hear, he knew that this was exactly as it should have been, that it was as it was meant to be. This was not a first time, not really, and it would not be a last. Gods it could not be a last. He'd tasted this now, known the touch of Essek's hands and mouth, known the ecstasy of those teeth piercing his flesh, drinking his blood.

Bren had lost every thought in his head except for pleasing Essek, except for chasing the pleasure that the other man was giving him. Essek's cock was hard against his tongue, and Bren was fascinated by it, memorizing the feel of him, the shape of him, the taste of him. He wanted to never forget a moment of this, of him.

Then those last few thoughts he had splintered into nothing but sensation and near blinding light as those teeth pierced his flesh in such a sensitive, intimate spot. Choking on a moan and the cock in his mouth simultaneously, Bren could feel himself shatter.

The orgasm that ripped through him was violent, hips arching off the chaise, a sob voiced around Essek vibrating through his shaft, toes curling against the fabric of the sofa, his hands gripping bruisingly-tight at Essek's hips.]

[ The shattering was beautiful, his beautiful mortal lover who was learning how to deal with the pleasure-- the first time that Caleb had encountered it, there was that same violence, the feeling of those thighs trembling. It had been a different positioning yes, he'd been between those legs on their bed in the dorm room, and he'd bitten and Caleb had come instantly, a flash flood of jism and blood that had fallen onto his lips, he'd tongued up every drop.

Now was no different then that, Bren was expiriencing this for the first time; and that was addictive like a rush of drugs through his own system; the taste-- the joined taste of spend and blood, and he lapped it up greedily and the taste, the taste absolutely spiraled him downward until his own orgasm came, borne of the taste of blood and his lover's own arousal; sweet and hot and then he was pumping his spend into that throat, coating and claiming.

His mouth fell from that spot and then he was licking and lapping, those balls drained at the source; not a single droplet had been allowed from slit. It had all fountained in his mouth directly. A press of tongue against that spot to soothe it, it would bruise come the morning but the memory of that orgasm would always remain. That Essek could make it good for his lover, that he could unweave him just like the threads of time.

The vampire had been unwoven in his own way with his own orgasm; a stemming of the tide-- bourne there by Bren's sanguinity. And then came the soft kisses like rain, gasping softness while he attempted to soothe his lover in any way that he could. ]

My sweet, sweet Bren.. so very good... so very mine--

[Once he had regained the capacity for higher thought and coherence, Bren would likely wonder how he hadn't made a mess of himself given that Essek's mouth was not wrapped around his cockhead, but at the moment none of the logistics mattered. That unexpected rush of white hot bliss as blood and his seed were both drawn out of him so exquisitely had Bren so swept up that gravity and time and space had lost all meaning.

He at least had the wherewithal to swallow around the prick in his mouth as Essek spilled himself, drinking him down in eager and undisguised hunger. Lingering on him until he was certain that he'd sucked every last drop that his lover had to give.

With a gasp, he let his head fall back tot he cushions, letting Essek's dick slip from his lips, even if his tongue still teased along the slit as if making certain he hadn't left anything behind.]

That was... mein Gott that was amazing. Yours, always yours, only yours.

[Promises and vows and also pleas that it would be true. He needed it to be true. He panted softly, still not quite in possession of all his senses. If he were, he probably wouldn't have admitted what he did next.]

He tried to give me to them, but it was never right. Never like this. [The forced imprinting that had never felt right, had never felt like it was how it was supposed to be. Had his soul been yearning for his Essek all along, resisting even the pull of a werewolf's instincts, stronger than anything that Trent Ikithon could do, though he tried?]

[ They were both tired, and Essek knew that Bren would take time to come down off of that high. He slid his tongue against where he'd made those punctures, willing it to heal faster. Knowing that it would take a bit of time for Bren to get used to being fed off in exactly that way. But at least the euphoria would stick around, would wrap round him like a warm blanket.

He was pleased that Bren vocalized his enjoyment of it, and perhaps shivered once that tongue lathed against his plum coloured cockhead, coaxing the rest of that seed from him, the remnants that clung from mouth. However once Bren revealed something so intimate, Essek very quickly shifted positions so that he could inhabit the spot at Bren's side, sliding his body there as if it was right while his fingers lightly rubbed that chest with fingertips following that line of hair.

His eyes flashed red for a moment at the mention of Trent, at the mention of what Trent had done. Trying to give his mate to others; to replace the bond. But now? Now he would do anything he could to keep this man here, with him and so he pressed a soft kiss to those breathless lips ]

You are mine, Bren-- mine, and I do not share.

[ A soft little growl at the back of his own throat as he pressed a kiss where the pulse thrummed aginst neck, a reminder of the gentleness he felt-- that he was not a monster; that he could celebrate the life within Bren even as he could also draw sustenance from it.]

The only mate that I have ever had, has been your soul-- and I do not want another.

[ and unspoken? He would kill Trent Ikithon, he would rip him to shreds for everything he'd done to Caleb, to his family-- he would kill him and feel no remorse. ]

Edited 2023-04-16 17:20 (UTC)

[Bren was still trembling, physically and emotionally, after that. Essek had given him pleasure that no one else had ever come close to, had reached into his soul and laid claim. Bren had embraced that claim fully. It felt like coming home, like finding the place he was meant to be, where he belonged. He couldn't give this up now.

Essek's presence at his side had Bren turning into him out of natural reflex, slipping an arm over Essek's waist, wanting to hold him close, to feel him in his arms. Maybe he needed the reassurance that this was real, that Essek was not some perfect dream that would evaporate in the next moment.

He sighed softly to Essek's lips, soft relief at the words the other man spoke.]

I only want to be yours.

[Bren murmured, the words spoken without hesitation or doubt. This was right. The wolf in him knew it as much as the man, the still-buried memories of who he had been a lifetime ago. He could feel those lips, cool and soft against his neck, the vampire being so gentle even when up against the pulse of blood coursing through his veins.]

My mate... [Bren murmured, and for the first time in his life, the word tasted right on his tongue, perfect, honey-sweet and warm.]

[ There was a very soft pause as he allowed the words of 'mate' to enfold him; the shifting as Bren drew him into his arms and he sank into them willingly, feeling the arms warm around him as he could not imagine anything being more perfect than this. As he thought, he hummed a little bit in the back of his throat and settled where he did not want to move for anything, even though he knew he would have to to go to his own room.

He lamented the fact that he could not physically sleep in the same bed as Bren, but he was terrified of hurting him-- of in his trance mistaking Bren for a threat. Of being startled; they had tried once, and Essek had ripped the pillow next to Caleb's head and he'd sufficiently freaked out enough upon waking up because it could've been Caleb.

Those were how one put in place rules. ]

Tomorrow night I have an event to go to; however I fully intend on working on a proper wardrobe for you over the course of the next week; I am hoping that you will be my escort for future events? I am only so sorry that tomorrow night I will not be able to take you with me.

[ His fingers moved to graze against Bren's jawline, whispering thumb against it tenderly ]

The dress clothes that are in your closet are unfortunately 100 years outdated.

[Bren was unaware of anything that would really keep them from passing a -- well, a day's -- sleep with Essek. And when he found out, he would probably protest. He was, after all, a werewolf and would be so easily dispatched by a sleepy vampire, even one as old and powerful as Essek. And more than that, well, Bren -- and Caleb too -- was utterly certain that Essek would never hurt them, even in unconscious reflex.

For now though, he simply nuzzled his way into Essek's cheek very happily, an affectionate puppy for all intents and purposes at the moment. He really would have to tell Essek soon of what he was, but he still had that fear of what it would mean. Could he bear if this man who was meant to be the other part of his soul looked at him with disgust or hatred at finding out that he'd been turned into a werewolf?]

Mm... I will just have to spend my evening in that absurdly luxurious bath thinking about you...

[Bren trailed off deliberately, even as he leaned into that touch at his jaw.]

But, ja. I will attend whatever event you like with you. I am not good at social things, but I can follow your lead.

[ That fear still ran strong, as well as that knowledge that he was a monster ultimately; perhaps that would change when he understood that Bren could hold his own-- perhaps he would grant Bren that which he could never truly grant Caleb, even though he knew that it had hurt in it's own way to be separate as they had been.

That had probably been one of the very few things that the two wizards had ever truly argued about.

But Essek knew his strength and likewise he knew the hunger though it had tempered over the course of a hundred years, he'd learned to manage that hunger better, paced his own feeding so that it did not become like a tidal wave in it's consuming pressure. But that was a topic and a discussion for later even as he pressed a soft kiss to the jawline that his own fingers had only just caressed ]

Everyone will wonder who the handsome man is at my side, and I will be the envy. However tomorrow evening will not be too late of a night, it is merely an event that I shall need to show up for; do a little bit of mingling and dancing and then I shall return to you.

[ His fingers found that chest then and he trailed up and down, following the line of hair that ran down the chest and the abdomen, distracted by the beauty of his lover. ]

Do you know how to dance, Bren?

[ Caleb had danced wonderfully, in such a way that he'd always felt like he was dancing on starlight and dreams; both waltzes and then the gentle sways in those arms, his head tucked against the curve of Caleb's neck while his lover leaned his cheek against him; hand in hand with that arm wrapped around his waist and with no care nor thought in the world between them. ]

I could teach you, if you do not.

[They were both monsters, but this had not occurred to Bren. In his mind, the monster was him. Essek was a vampire yes, but those teeth had only brought him ecstasy, and the touch, cold as it may be, had been nothing but gentle and kind. All of the other man had been kind and welcoming, and Bren knew that he was home now.

A pleased sound at the feeling of Essek's fingers moving over his chest. His fingers found their way along Essek's back, drifting along skin that still ran warmer with the blood taken from Bren's veins. He wanted to learn his body, to know it intimately, to recognize it by touch and taste and scent. And lying here with him, he had no desire to move for the moment, content with this shared, intimate but simple touch.

He laughed, quiet, at the flattery. He was certain that he would be the one with the handsomest man on his arm.]

I will be here.

[In the safety of this manor, waiting for Essek to return. He brightened at the next question.]

I do, ja. I am no professional, but I like dancing very much. It has been a very long time though. I may be rusty.

[So he would take Essek's guidance.]

Will you save me a dance? Tomorrow when I come home?

[ A sweet ripple of pleasure that evidenced in a hum at the back of Essek's throat. Such gentleness from Essek, but he knew he was a monster-- he knew what he was capable of, what he would do to Trent Ikithon, to the man who had hurt his mate. He'd been building a case to search for him, to pin those atrocities of a lifetime past on the man. Perhaps finally he could put the final nail in that coffin and then him and Bren could rest.

Essek would rip that man's throat out, willfully and without any remorse; would not even cry crocodile tears. No, he'd likely only laugh out of relief and justification for what he had done. ]

Also, I would advise you to..

[ Essek drew his lips against the soft shell of Bren's earlobe, his voice going several shades huskier ]

Rest up all you can, because after the dance... who can say what will happen, yes? [ But the tone of the voice almost communicated that Essek did know what would happen, that it would all be merely a matter of gravity, of an absolutely and unavoidable pull between them that would send their orbits colliding in the most physical of ways; that even know they were on that collision course ] I want you to think about the possibilities, yes? Perhaps you can do that while you are in that obscenely luxurious bathtub tomorrow evening.

Of course. My last dance of the night will always be for you.

[Wherever they happened to be, he would save that spot on his metaphorical dance card for ending the night in his soulmate's arms. Now that he had found him -- now that he'd even knew that he'd been unconsciously searching his whole life for something he had been missing, something he could never name until he found it -- he wouldn't give up a moment of being with him. Not so long as Essek would have him.

For all that Trent Ikithon had spent so long instilling outright terror in him at the very thought of vampires, Bren didn't have an ounce of fear left in him, not about this vampire. Here in Essek's arms, there was safety. Belonging. Home.

Bren's eyes fluttered -- not quite shut but heavy-lidded, even as his breath caught at the back of his throat at the feeling of those lips shaping such wicked words to his ear.]

O...oh. Yes, who can say?

[Bren could say. Bren could imagine and would imagine and he flushed at the suggestion.]

I think it would be impossible not to think of them... to shut my eyes and imagine...

[His own voice dropped quiet, roughened at its edges.] Will you think of me as well, out at your fancy party, while you are spinning about out on the dancefloor?

[ How could he not give Bren exactly what he wanted? Those sweet and soft assurances of devotion. Because Essek meant them. Because there was nothing that he wanted more than to be in those arms-- swirling around the dance floor, looking up into those eyes; blue eyes that called to him like the memories of warmth and sunlight. His sun, his beautiful soulmate who provided all the heat that he could possibly hunger for.

He nuzzled against skin, inhaling the fragrance of skin ]

Every man that I dance with, I will wish that it was you; and you being last will be able to wipe every single memory of those dances from my mind; to be replaced by you-- because that is how it is; that is how it should always be. [ His breath caught as he pressed a kiss, reverent against the earlobe, tasting the heightened emotions as if they were such a thing that could be savored on tongue. ]

You belong to me yes..

[ There was the softest pause as he propped himself up then to look down into those eyes. ]

But it works the other way to-- I belong to you in equal measure, and I've waited so long for you to return for me, in whatever form-- and as you are now is indescribeably lovely to me.

[Bren turned into that nuzzle, so intensely starved for affectionate touch that he soaked up each and every small gesture like a plant that had been kept so long in drought that it craved whatever chance rain might come its way. Essek was the foretold spring that he had been waiting for.

And Essek spoke such sweet things, promises that Bren desperately wanted to believe -- and that he did believe. There was no doubt in him about the truth of these words, no doubt in him about anything that Essek has spoken to him, the words purred into his ear by those flawless lips.]

How it should always be... [He agreed softly, echoing the words. He wanted nothing more than to belong to Essek, where his soul was meant to be.

He found himself looking up into those infinite evening-sky eyes and falling straight upward into them.]

My Essek. [He agreed quietly, reaching up to let his fingers brush a few unrulier strands of Essek's hair back from hi face.] My starlight. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever known. I cannot imagine being so lucky as to call you mine, but I will not give you up now.

[ His beautiful and lovely Bren, so infinitely lovely and lovely. So much that he wanted to lay here for as long as possible, until he absolutely had to move to seek his bed, a room-- a prison of darkness and silence, soak up that warmth. There were soft kisses, sweet little kisses like rain, sips and nibbles-- light scratches of teeth and laps of tongue; as the taste was utterly savored like fine wine.

He'd drunk deep earlier, and he knew he would drink deeply again.

And when the time came for him to head to bed, he did so hand in hand with Bren; allowed the man to see him to his door, to steal a few more kisses as were deserved, soft kisses against those lips-- as he felt the brush of stubble that was already prickling at his lover's skin. Sweet promises whispered that they would see each other tomorrow night.

Essek would never let this man go, he would hold onto him by tooth and nails. He was a predator.

What he did not know was that Bren was a predator as well-- and his love blinded him to this knowledge. ]

[The soft, quiet affection, the touches of fingers that were rememorizing a body that they somehow already knew, like the deepest part of a recurring dream. He basked in the affection, still half wondering if this was actually real.

But no, it must be. His imagination was never so vivid, could never have come up with his beautiful vampiric lover.

It was hard to let the other man go at his door, but he understood why he needed to. But the last few kisses lingered, enough to hold them both over until Essek returned from his event the next night.

Dawn's light was just beginning to stream through the gaps in his curtains when he returned to his room, half floating after the evening that he'd had, to settle himself into bed. He would be turning nocturnal, it seemed, and that suited him fine.

Curling up with Frumpkin, he sighed a contented sound.] It turns out I am in love, Frumpkin. Did you know this would happen? Of course you did. What a smart and wise cat. What a good cat.

[ Frumpkin was a wise cat, he was a smart cat and as Bren took him into his arms, he allowed himself to settle right down next to the other man with a purr and bunting head to head; quite pleased with himself that he had brought his parents together once again. He allowed himself the gloat, as well as to groom the stubble of the jaw in true cat like fashion; the cat would helpfully lull Bren into that vital sense of security required for sleep. The cat would also curl on Bren's chest when he prepared to sleep, acting-- quite helpfully, as a gravity blanket for the werewolf.

For Frumpkin knew what Bren was.. even if Essek did not ]

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[ Essek settled into sleep and once again that chord seemed to reach out and just lock into place. Dreamless sleep that he normally was used to; a deep darkness meant to encircle and protect like a cold cocoon; however there was that flicker of something that he followed. It was like a firefly that lured him with the promise of a sweet memory, and then he came to it-- his mind palace. Dusty and cold; when he'd become a vampire-- he'd lost his ability to trance as Drows do. No lights on, but it drew him nevertheless to a chest, a chest made of sunlight and warmth with sigils of fire and sun etched beautifully-- the only light in a room as cold as the grave.

The firefly, like a guiding light as it circled. His fingers curled into the handles of it and he pulled it open--

Fading light.. and snow

Essek was younger, softer looking; scurrying across the snow-laden grounds of the acadamy, clad in fur-lined mantle and with hood drawn over his eyes. Snow whispered in the air around him and he was carrying something in his arms, something that had been too precious to allow to be sent with his luggage, a few things actually. He had come back to the acadamy a few days early, the religious ceremonies involving the Luxon were always so intensive and his own family life was not particularly ideal, so he'd used the excuse that he had to head back early to study for midterms.

He'd told Caleb that he try to be back a few days early so they could have some alone time before school started back up; but also he had wanted to give Caleb his Herzentag presents; it was not something that the Kryn celebrated; the Luxon holidays were deeply religious, and his own birthday which happened on the cusp of those celebrations was normally pushed underneath the rug as not truly necessary, what need did one have for birthdays or milestones when life was merely one life on the eve of many one could have life after life. But Essek had found there was pleasure in buying presents and giving them and he'd gifted Caleb something every year.

The first time it had been something silly, a pair of mittens with kittens on it. One year it had been a set of Xhorhasian cat statues, another year a nice quill and ink set. This year however, his present was a bit more meaningful, and he was conversely worried that it was a bad idea to give something like this to Caleb, it was a very personal gift. It was also the first time since that kiss in the orchard that they had been apart, and it had been excruciating.

As he headed up the path, a look upward and he saw a candle burning in the window. Caleb was in their room-- good.

But a space of time later and Essek is finally in front of the door, with a fortifying breath he pushes it open and he says rather breathlessly.] My apologies, Caleb Widogast-- I was held up by Dalni-- [ Of course it was Verin who had pressed upon him a list of things to be sent, since he'd developed a taste for zemnian sweets, and then there had been the last minute additions. ]

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soft moment imagining Bren protecting Essek in their sleep--

yessss. growling at anything or anyone who comes near.

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