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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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[ Even at its most primal there would always be love, it would always mean something to Essek-- it was written in a past, in a history and while the thread had disconnected for a time, it was there between them to loop and weave like a page resumed in a book. Their time had come back into play.

The temptation to draw his teeth into the pliant flesh was great however he resisted it and then pushed himself back up to hover better over Bren.

Thankfully Essek was already slick with the evidence of Bren's earlier release, all glistened and ready, looking obscene covered in such filth but it would definitely ease Essek's way into that tight clench. And thus Essek drew his fingers out and then he wrapped his fingers against the backs of those knees and then he pressed his thighs back until it was almost touching that torso.

Spread so deliciously. ]

Hold yourself while I get into position? And then after I do, you can do what you want with your hands. [ a somewhat shy pause, sweet coming from the man that was set to ruin Bren ] I would like them on me though..

Edited 2023-05-19 03:08 (UTC)

[Bren took a breath to steady himself, though the action was shaky at best as he looked up at Essek. His pupils were blown wide, only a thin halo of blue even visible as he gazed up at the other man, expression flooded through with a heady combination of lust and adoration. He had not known what it was like to be touched with love, not before his soul had found its way home.

And somehow that love and affection only stoked the more visceral, desperate need. There was something utterly lewd about the way that Essek's cock was covered in his own release that the vampire had coaxed from him with expert, talented fingers. He whimpered softly as Essek pushed his legs back, nearly bent him in half. It was utterly vulnerable, wanton, downright obscene the way he was spread so wide open for him.

He did not hesitate to do as he was told, moving to wrap his fingers at the backs of his thighs to hold himself open for him, spread and waiting. A fitful nod.]

I will... I need to touch you.

[As if he could deny Essek anything the other man wanted, especially something that was so very clearly in alignment with what Bren wanted as well. He wanted to explore that body, to hold and cling to him as Essek utterly wrecked his hole, ruined him for anyone else but this beautiful, brilliant man.]

[ This first joining would be their first, it would set the stage for their bodies to collide. It was assuredly not the first time of two young men at Solstryce, no-- this was made primarily for him and Bren, this love was born underneath different circumstances with Essek having changed, but Bren awash in different circumstances. This brought them into perfect alighnment.

He was pushing in, the way eased by the utter slickness of their bodies together. He was gripping hips, pushing his cockhead into that tight ruinous hole, until he was swallowed. In turn, he swallowed a breath at the tight heat that he had not felt for the longest time.

Ages upon ages.

Once consumed, he was exerting that force and pressure to slide in though it was an easy slide, a filling of Bren's sensitive channel, the way that he could feel the blood throbbing-- the way that Bren nearly scaled his cold body with such an inferno of warmth that he nearly hissed. ]

Gods, you are so hot, Bren.. I am sinking myself into a fire and gods, I want this.. I want you; consume me, Chathiu

[ and soon? His torso was pressed against Bren, his body enough to hold those legs between then, to feel Bren's calves against his shoulders as he pinioned him right to the bed. ]

[Oh gods help him in that moment, looking up at the timelessly lovely face of Essek Thelyss, feeling the pressure of that cock at his hole, so close to sating the aching emptiness in him since those fingers drew out of him. He ached for him, a yearning that only one thing would possibly sooth. And there it was, Essek finally pressing inside him. His body yielded around him, a first time, but some muscle memory that he should in no way possess remembered this exactly.

His voice caught on a sound that fled past his lips, a strangled relieved sob of pleasure. He could feel his body yield around that length as Essek sank into him, inch by glorious inch. There was a faint burn, a faint sting, but all of it meant nothing when it met the realization that this was happening.]

Essek... [He managed to shape his name in a faltering, breathless voice as he found himself fully pinned the bed, half doubled over, and so, so full of this man.]

I want you, all of you. Take me, Liebling. Please.

[And now that his hands were free, he did indeed reach for him, fingertips mapping greedily over any skin that he could reach.]

[ The feeling of Bren as he engulfed him was a drug within itself, the panting lips that met his own and the sweetness of the joining, root of his arousal pinion deep into his lover. He remembered the feeling of Caleb surrounding him, how warm he had been-- but he now cherished the way that now Bren clung to him with a tactile grace. And he moved shallowly so that he could create that rhythm of tide and time against Bren, nibbling against that lower lip as he rested their foreheads together.

He was pressed after all, close enough that those legs were indeed bent for him; he had not remembered Caleb being quite this limber but he was absolutely not complaining, he would press Bren's body like this, enjoy the feeling of exploring those depths. ]

Yes.. you feel so perfect, Chathiu-- you feel like heaven, so tight and so good.

[ His thrusts started out shallow, very barely touching against the prostate as he did not want to give Bren too much too fast. His goal was to draw this out to a fine keen-edged point. ] I have hungered for this, just as I hunger for you.. and when you are going to come for me, I will bury my teeth in your neck and drink deeply of you, to feel your orgasm on my tongue, yes.

[ Those were dirty spoken words against Bren's lips, a sensual promise that he would let Bren be his dessert, that he would partake of him in a manner that he could not enjoy with anyone else. And once.. once he knew what Bren was, perhaps there would be more than dessert on the table, perhaps Essek would finally allow himself to make a full meal of Bren ]

[Even those slow, shallow movements inside him had Bren feeling like Essek was trying to take him apart, piece by piece. His arousal had swelled to full hardness once again, but that didn't mean that his body wasn't still a mess of overstimulated nerves, sensitive so that even the faintest brush of skin on skin felt like it would set him on fire in the next moment.]

You feel so good... I feel so full of you. I...

[He dissolved into a whimper of sound, words utterly failing him once more. His arms wound around Essek, fingers gripping at his back, nails pressing into skin, holding tight.]

Good. Take my blood, let me flow through you, Liebling, keep you warm. Please.

[His lips parted where they'd been murmuring those promises and pleas, dirty, filthy things and and affection-soaked, tender things. His tongue flickered against Essek's lower lips, trying to tempt him for a deeper kiss, so that he could properly taste him as well. Essek was not the only one who hungered.]

[ This was what Essek was weak to, what could invariably cause his knees buckle and his entire senses to reel. It was the power of a kiss, the first kiss over a hundred years ago that had changed his entire world and had granted him something like the sun to carry within his heart even when he could not bear to be underneath it.

He claimed Bren's lips then, his tongue buried deep in that mouth with long lush sweeps to taste that set a delicate rhythem to move in time with the rolling of his cock sinking home again and again into that binding heat.

His sun returned once again, his light-- he could taste those moans and he responded; these lips were his, this body was his-- he would not let Bren go even as their bodies slowly caught fire with desire bourne from sheer desperation of the force of their need.

He had missed this closeness, the feeling of being wrapped up in his Chathiu's love, and in turn surrounding him. ]

[For a moment, for Bren, it was more than a kiss, more than this present moment where Essek's lips on his felt as if they were sipping directly from his soul. It was an action, a moment, a memory that echoed through time, a clarion song straight through this life and his last. The one touchstone that his soul knew, that his soul would always know, was the love of this man who was kissing him breathless.

Bren could only move so much the way he was pinned by the other's body, but he rose to that kiss as much as he could, moaning at the slick feeling of that plush tongue sliding with such a dizzying slickness against his own. His grip only pressed tighter to Essek's back, fingernails scratching over that perfect lavender silk of his skin, leaving marks of their passing.

Each thrust inside him, each moment when that cock came home to fully seat inside him, filling him in such an exquisite way he felt as if he'd finally found his purpose in this life, to belong to this man, to give himself in every way he could. And to claim Essek Thelyss for his own in return.

Breaking from the kiss he gasped for breath, head falling back as he moaned his pleasure. The fingers of one hand run up Essek's spine, the back of his neck, to tangle into that short, perfectly coiffed hair.]

Essek... love, gods. Please. Fuck me, like I was made for you, fill me up.

[ The feeling of more engulfed the both of them, of timelessness. The crossing over of timelines into something seamless-- the return to something that felt absolutely right in something akin to a metaphorical dawn; the light breaking over the horizon to ease the melancholy of a near endless night.

Gods, Essek would meet those lips, that mouth; would stretch in whatever ways he could to keep those lips against his, to feel Bren's tongue and the way that his cock clenched as it buried deep inside. There was something evocative to Essek about a kiss like this, a kiss of such desperate passionate love as it ran in tandem with the very obscene way that he was taking his lover apart.

The very idea of being loved blindingly and yet being used so filthily.

He surged then, once Bren's head fell back. Surged into a hot tight pace, as his body left audible slaps like calling cards against the other man's skin. A soft hiss expelled from his breath at the request that he would fufill. ]

There is no 'like', Bren-- you are mine.

[ And thus, Essek's body became a storm riding against Bren's, he adjusted those legs then to wrap around his legs and then he was mounting and crashing into that body; his fingers finding locks of beautiful flame, allowing them to tangle with his fingers as he looked down into those eyes, into the expression on Bren's face-- watching the way that desire held him prisoner ]

[Essek was managing a masterclass of taking Bren apart physically and emotionally at the same time, deconstructing him piece by piece until all that was left of him was the harmony of his desire and his love for the other man singing in him like a symphony. And Bren would have it no other way, lost in the song and the sensation.

He cried out continually now, voice rising in building ecstasy with each deep plunge of that hard length inside him, taking and giving by turns. Even the ache of being fucked with such exquisite purpose and thoroughness twines itself through the bliss.]

Yours.

[The agreement was a promise, a plea. He was and would always be Essek Thelyss's, in every lifetime that he might lead. Letting his legs be shifted, wrapping them around the other man to hold to him, needing the connection, to cling to Essek in every way that he could as the world fell away. Blue eyes lifted to look at the drow's face, barely focused, as if seeing was too much to ask his overwhelmed body while all his other senses were being so deliciously assaulted.]

And you're mine. My love.

[ The slightly hazed eyes was testament to Bren's own thorough embrace of his destruction; and Essek recognized that this was his lover giving every piece of himself for such a blissfully sweet sundering-- there was trust there as well and as he bent down to press kisses against those softly parted lips, tasting groans and his body arching into him over and over, riding and careening.

The palm of his hand gripped thigh to keep steady and his own words panted against Bren's even as he could nearly lick the salt off of that upper lip, from where sweat misted between them ]

I will always be here; throughout every lifetime-- I will wait for you, my love. I will be the stars, the moon and the night sky to guide you home.. just as you are my sun, my light.

[ And then he hit that prostate, angled perfectly so that it punctuated his words and put weight behind it ]

I will always be yours, forever and ever.

[Bren had surrendered every last piece of himself, body and heart and soul, to Essek. Well, everything except the secret he knew he would have to reveal to him soon, would have to admit that he had been turned into a monster, a creature that as a vampire Essek was meant to despise. For now those thoughts were far away, his entire being focused on the pleasure that coursed through his veins with every beat of his heart.

He breathed a whimpered moan to Essek's mouth, tongue dragging along the drow's lower lip like he could taste the beautiful words as the other man spoke them, devour them all and make them a part of him.]

You are my home... I've been yearning for you all my life. I always will... forever.

[The change of angle drew a breathless cry from his lips. His hand ran up Essek's back, up to tangle through his hair, fingers tightening into silver-white strands. Letting his head fall back against the bed to bare his throat, he guided Essek's head in closer, to urge those wicked fangs to where his pulse raced, waiting for him.]

Essek... I love... ah! [Words failed him as he lost himself to his orgasm once more, painting both their stomachs with slick, pearly ropes of his seed, muscles tightening around the cock still pistoning inside him, like he could draw him in even deeper to his body.]

[ Essek's head was drawn toward neck, guided there by the back of Bren's warm palm, and then he hunted against pulse as a wave of hunger hit him, this was what he needed, desired-- he taste of his lover's blood. A few seconds after Bren spilled jism hot between them, that was when Essek's mouth parted and his teeth dug into flesh against those freckles that showed him were the best spot to bite was.

His teeth found it unerringly and a lush stream of blood-- hot like wine spiced into his mouth and then he was sucking, dragging his tongue while he continued to latch on. And gods, he was dizzy and swirling into his own orgasm, hips slamming until the dam broke and his own body succumbed, aided by the pleasure that laced his senses and Essek Thelyss filled his lover up to the brim even as he took in the form of blood that he knew would warm him, fill him with a flush, would aerate his lungs and power his heart.

No one else's blood could do that-- make him alive like this and for so long; and he'd often wondered if it was the strength of their soulbond, their mating.

So full that Bren would be dripping from it, Essek's come trailing down thighs in tracks of possession. ]

[There it was, that feeling of ecstasy made flesh, the faintest sting of teeth piercing skin and then nothing but bliss that exploded through him as his blood spilled into that waiting mouth. His eyes fluttered before falling shut, all the sensation rushing through him too much at once -- the shivering aftershocks of his orgasm, the new rush of bliss that accompanied Essek feeding from him.

Better still, better even than the feeling that had his toes curling, was the knowledge that his blood would flow through Essek now, would set the warmth and flush of life in him. It was a unique sort of intimacy, and one that Bren had already come to adore.

He adored being claimed this way too, the way that those hips slammed against his ass, the deep thrusts that rocked his entire body until he could feel Essek go still, knew that the other man was spilling himself, filling him up so completely. He could feel the damp feeling of that come already leaking from him with the dwindling movements of Essek against him.

Breathless, he murmured Essek's name over and over again, half-coherent praise, pleas for Essek to take his fill of him. His fingers ran through the drow's hair over and over again.]

[ Perhaps those feedings would become fuller, deeper with the knowledge that Bren was a were and replenished blood at a far faster rate than the human species however for right now, he took as much as he knew that Bren could handle, and made a mental note to have a breakfast brought up, before they parted for Essek to go death!sleep, a breakfast meant to replenish that which he had taken.

If Essek were being honest, Bren was his drug and there was a very real need to make sure that he could partake of him every single night, that he could feel alive through his lover; he was addicted to the breath of lungs and the beating of heart-- the warmer temperature, it was like for a single moment, being mortal again and it bridged the gap betwixt them.

Essek drew his mouth from Bren's neck then, his tongue sliding against lower lip to savor the taste of Bren, warm and hot like mulled zemnian wine, ginger and oranges twining together. His zemnian. And then the space of another thought and he pressed his tongue flat against wound to ease it and to assist in closing it while he continued a soft rocking of his hips to make sure that his seed spread far. ]

I love you so much, Chathiu. I love you and will protect you, you are mine and I am yours--

[ And how he loved the feeling of Bren all limp underneath him, all flushed flesh pinkened from exertion and hazy eyes, mussed haie. A man who had been thoroughly loved by him, a man precious to him and would be precious no matter what stage he was in, be it in this near submissive state that was lusciously kissable, or a more alpha state where Essek found that it would please him to give control away ]

Please tell me if ever I take too much, or if you start to feel dizzy. Your blood is like ambrosia to me but I will not feed from it at the expense of your well being. Your goal, our goal is a good time and a long time, yes.

[That was a secret that would need to come out soon. Bren did not like the idea of keeping something so big from his lover, from his soulmate. It was not fair, and if anyone deserved to know it was Essek. If what Trent Ikithon had done to him proved to be something that had the power to drive them apart, then Bren would have all the more reason to want to tear Ikithon to bits. He hoped it wouldn't; as strong as this love that he was bathed in just now felt, he had some wild spark of hope that it wouldn't, no matter how much he had heard of Vampires and weres being natural enemies.

They belonged to each other. Nothing so simple could get in the way of that? Could it? So Bren allowed himself to sink fully into the ecstasy of those teeth in his neck, of Essek spilling his seed inside him.

A low, shivering moan as Essek drew his teeth free, at those continued movements against him, inside him.]

I love you too. I haven't been whole before I met you. I need you.

[And Bren would protect Essek too, from whatever threat came to their doorstep.]

Mm... I feel amazing. But I will tell you. Do not worry, Sternenlicht, I am hardier than I look.

[He lifted a hand to brush along his cheek, the faint flush of life visible there.] I like the way you look with my blood coursing through you.

Bren...

[ The way that Bren looked at him was such that the flush burned even further underneath his skin, a plum that danced with the lavender hues of his skin. A blush was rare and yet it seasoned his being, and made those star freckles even more radiant, like stars in a dark sky. His heart thumped aided by Bren's sanguine fire as it pulsed and flared in his veins.

Strange vulnerability.

Of course it was Bren who made him feel alive, it was always this soul; equal parts Bren and Caleb twined together to starburst within his solar system. ] I know you are, but still I will protect you and.. [ to quiet any protestations, he pressed a finger to those lips ] I will allow you to protect me, but we shall do it side by side; I would ever feel more comfortable that way.

[ When he woke up tomorrow, he would start on Bren's wardrobe; there was a few functions he would find himself attending in two weeks time-- just after the moon started to slip into the favor of the darkness and start it's descent into the shadows. ]

The next goal is to get you your wardrobe squared away so that you may accompany me to functions. I do not want another attending where you cannot come with me; I want you at my side as much as possible.

[Bren's expression melted into a smile, and he reached a hand up to brush the back of his knuckles along one plum-flushed cheek. So breathtakingly beautiful. He wondered if Essek understood just how beguiling, how stunningly lovely he was.

There would be no disguising the adoration in his eyes as he gazed at him, and he wouldn't want to. Let Essek understand that even without all the memories of the life he'd lived before, even with that piece of himself locked away by a spell that Bren wasn't fully aware of, his soul knew that he loved this man, that it was such a fundamental truth that his entire body resonated with it.

He was silenced by the pressure of that finger against his lips, and he would have protested.]

Together then. We will protect each other.

[That would be enough for him, to be allowed to look out for Essek too. Essek had already saved him -- from Ikithon, from himself, from so much.]

Good. I would like to go with you, wherever it is where you need to go.

It might be boring for you, however I will make it worth your while to escort me..

[ There was the subtle form of a promise in those eyes, star-like with those flecks of gold that seemed to sparkle within indigo. Preternatural eyes that some people found unsettling for their intense coolness. However for this man underneath him, all he held was warmth.

His words stated that there would be payment for services rendered, but the tone was that the payment may be carnal in nature. Be it sex in the backseat of the car on the way home, or perhaps something a bit more spicy if they absolutely could not wait. ]

Tomorrow night, I will also show you to Caleb's personal study. It is yours to use after all-- he would've wanted you to gain some use of it; that is where he kept his grimoires, all of his personal favorite books, correspondences and such. [ Upward, Essek leaned to brush his lips right against Bren's forehead. ] I rarely have gone in there, but I will more.. if you keep the fire burning.

[Oh? Would he be bribed and rewarded for something so simple as going with Essek? That was the only place that Bren found himself wanting to be, regardless. But he would hardly turn down that sort of carnal reward. He was no fool, after all, and any excuse to find his way into these arms.

And sneaking off to a coatroom would certainly spice up an otherwise boring event.]

I'd like that, to see this space.

[To see a place that used to belong to the other him, to who he used to be, and who he more and more could feel in a soft and persistent hum at the back of his mind. It was an oddly comforting feeling, like the missing pieces he'd never understood why they were missing.]

I will make sure the heart stays warm there, ja.

[He brushed his fingertips along Essek's cheek.]

[ His beautiful heart, his wonderful beautiful heart that warmed him-- that gave him the beat to his own otherwise dead one. He nuzzled because his soul called for him to do so, he pressed kisses upon kisses upon Bren's lips, the shape of them were familiar and known to him, far beyond the days that they had known each other. He was merely re-aquainting himself with the feel of them, the way that they pressed to his with quiet and patient insistance.

There was much to be done in the next week, things to get ready and clothes to be made.

It was easy to languish in bed until the last possible moment, and he did not want to leave until it was time. Bren's room however was insufficient to house him, there was light that would invariably come in, even with the curtains drawn and the fire banked, the light would part through cracks and fissures.

But they had time and the days that they were parted were not so bad if the both of them were sleeping, even though there was that strange call to the soul. Gods, Essek would've given the world to know that his lover could withstand anything that may have happened with Essek in repose. in such a way, Bren's werewolf-nature may have given him pause in that a werewolf was much hardier than a human.

But at this point, Essek was erring on the side of caution so each even 10 minutes before dawn would be when Essek slipped off to his chambers, parting with kisses and reassurances that sunset would come soon, and when the purples and oranges collided into one, they two could reunite. ]

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