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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 man who had approached had been his feeder at events such as this in the past, and he should have anticipated this.. of course, he should've anticipated this; but he had note quite anticipated the possession of Bren stepping forward, nor the way that there was something feral that rippled underneath the surface. He smoothly interceded though his hand remained quite on Bren's forearm as he spoke. ]

I will not require your services. [ Essek spoke this quietly, softly-- not want to cause a scene in the middle of the ballroom floor; and thus he provided assurance as well as much-needed labeling of what Bren was to him. ] My mate will take care of my needs for the foreseeable future but thank you for offering nevertheless.

[ He was after all a polite one. Essek glanced up at Bren, at the shadow of gold in blue and he leaned forward a little bit; this would likely have to be a discussion of what would be acceptable-- but he knew that he could just as easily import blood, it did not need to be from the source when all feedings paled to the orgasm of Bren's sanguine essence on his tongue.

The man nodded in understanding and then quickly took his leave, but not without a wary look at Bren. ]

Shall we take a walk, Chathtiu?

[ And gods above, it would be the drowpire's pleasure to provide assurances to his love if needed. ]

[Bren stood down as Essek stepped forward, though he could feel the wolf in him snarling at this poor man who had the misfortune of stumbling across the path of a possessive werewolf. The drowpire's hand on his arm settled him at least enough that he realized just how out of line he had started to be, how out of line he could have become if Essek had not interceded.

Then Essek referred to him as his mate publicly and a wave of bliss washed over him. His inner wolf stopped its snarling and instead began metaphorically wagging its tail, wanting to wrap around Essek and mingle their scents until there was no mistaking that they belonged to one another.

The euphoria of it was startling, but his heart, his soul, every instinct in him knew that yes. That was what they were, what they were meant to be. Mates. His mate. This was not the forced imprinting that Ikithon had tried to impose upon him with two of his other wolves, that had never felt right, had never felt like this, like it resonated within his soul.

And if Essek turned him away once he knew his true nature, Bren was certain it would shatter him. He deserved to know though, needed to know -- as explanation perhaps to Bren's reaction, and more so to how much being named his mate meant to Bren. He had to tell him.

He watched the man he'd half growled at leave before turning his attention back to Essek.]

Please, ja.

[ Perhaps there was not so much a difference between the way that Essek stated it and how Bren interpreted it. Caleb Widogast had been his husband, however he had also been his mate and that was more binding and absolute; in the drow culture-- there was bonds as such and usually the transcended time. Upon consecution, the soul returned and that was your heart's ease. Caleb had returned to him, within the form of Bren and the circle continued.

He had begun to think that perhaps he had spoken too soon, called Bren that in a manner that the other man was not comfortable with.

But they could address this as needed.

Essek rested his hand on Bren's forearm and then started to lead, without precisely leading, Bren toward one of the balcony doors; it was a summer's evening and so it would be pleasant and cool-- and Essek had a feeling that Bren probably needed a bit of fresh air, he looked like he needed it. If people attempted to follow-- Essek would hold up a single hand, and that was enough to stay them.

Any garden in Rexxentrum was impossibly lovely, with fireflies and night blooming jasmine, and the moon hung a single week from it's fullness. He lead them both down the steps and after a few moments he broke the silence. ]

I had not anticipated that, I should have warned you. [ He glanced over at Bren's profile once they hit the path leading into the garden. ] However, it is not necessary for me to use a vassal, if it makes you uncomfortable.

[Once they were alone --once they had wandered into the fresh summer air and Bren was able to take a few breaths, to settle his racing heart that couldn't decide if it was skipping from the elation of being addressed as Essek's mate or shuddering in anxiety and fear of what the other man would say when he knew the truth of him -- Bren slowed their pace and reached to take Essek's hand in his rather than having it rest on his arm.

He turned to face him, slowing now to a stop.

A shake of his head at the words.] No, I shouldn't have reacted like that. So many eyes so greedily on you all night, I think it may have gotten to me. But... I want you to do what is the best for you. Do not make sacrifices on my account.

[Bren brought the hand in his own up to his lips, pressing a kiss there, lingering before lifting his gaze to meet the other man's. There was a wide-eyed almost blissed out look in that gaze as he murmurs, quietly,]

You called me your mate.

[He spoke the words with reverence, like he had never been given any gift near so precious. And he hadn't, nothing near so precious. Bren Aldric Ermendrud looked at the beautiful creature in front of him as if he were responsible for hanging the moon and scattering the stars in the night sky.]

You are my mate.

[ This was said with certainty as they paused there underneath the sky and the stars and even further still orbits and galaxies as far as the mind could comprehend and then even then it was beyond mortal comprehension for it extended far further and deeper. He lifted his hand to the cheek, carefully trimmed but still the scratch of facial hair was felt and welcomed against his sensitive palm.

His own amethyst eyes melted when Bren took his hand and pressed a soft kiss against the back of it; never would he not be absolutely captured by a gesture such as that. So eloquent and courtly and it was hard not to allow his eyes to fall shut as past collided into the now and made it his new reality. Both Bren and Caleb carefully twining into possibility. ]

When one is consecuted and comes back, returns to the one loved-- that is what a mate means in the drow culture; and you have returned to me. I hope that you will seek me out for lives to come, Bren.

[ It was very tentatively opening the door for this conversation to happen between then although Essek did not quite realize it. For all of his perceptive nature-- he still did not know what Bren was and perhaps that was just the love in his eyes that made him blind to what should've been underneath his nose ]

[Bren did not hesitate to lean into that touch at his cheek, ever seeking out affection. He kept hold of Essek's other hand in his even after his lips had finished their act of devotion to that hand. He looked back into those precious gem eyes, fighting to keep the breath in his lungs before it was stolen from him fully by just how beautiful this man was.]

I will always return to you, always find you, so long as you want me.

[And therein lay all his anxiety and fears, bundled up into a creature with blood-stained claws and wicked teeth, an abomination of a beast that was the natural enemy of the vampire who stood in front of him. And Bren knew he was worse than most, the sins of his first few transformation etched in indelible invisible scars in his mind and his heart.

Essek deserved to know, but Bren wondered if he could survive watching the vampire recoil from him in disgust or disdain.]

You have been so kind to me, have given me a home, returned the better part of my soul when I had not even known it was gone. And I have kept a secret from you. Because I am a coward and too selfish to want to lose the way you look at me, as if I am someone worth seeing.

[ How his heart thrummed at the acknowledgement, of the fact that Bren wanted to he his, wanted to return to him. This was perhaps not how he had intended this evening to go around the two hour mark-- but it was preferrable, to have Bren's hand holding his and those cerulean blue eyes seeking out the mysteries of his own, and how he loved this man-- how he would've done anything for him. Gladly for the man who bid phantom blood to rush through veins and beat of heart where there was none.

He brushed the back of his fingers against a high cheekbone. And then at the words, his body went still-- a secret? Questioningly he looked up to the eyes and his brows furrowed with a particular form of puzzlement. ]

A secret? I highly doubt that anything could cause me to love you less.

[ but nevertheless there was anxiety in those shoulders, it radiated off the man and he slowly tucked a lock if hair benind Bren's earlobe. ]

Would you like to find somewhere to sit for this, Chathtiu?

[ he wanted to comfort Bren desperately, to know what troubled him-- to perhaps see if there was anything that he could do to ease that ever-worrying mind of which shadows passed over the sun like clouds ]

[Bren tried to remember simple things like breathing, tried to keep himself from shaking as the anxiety built. He'd made his own personal boogeyman of this secret, of what it would mean. In his mind, echoing over and over again was the voice of Trent Ikithon. 'You are a beast now, a monster. Humans will fear you if they know, and they should. And Vampires, vampires will try to kill you on sight, your very nature an anathema to them.'

He did not believe that Essek would hurt him, but if the drowpire turned away from him, cast him out of his sight and his life, well, Bren wondered if death would be preferable to that.

And oh those words, that nothing could make Essek love him less. He wanted it to be true, prayed to deities that he'd never called on before that it could be.

Not trusting his voice just yet, he nodded, a short, fitful little motion. Yes, sitting might be best.]

[ Essek's sharp eyesight caught view of an marble bench near a fountain and then with a single minded purpose, he started to lead the other man toward it. The moonlight shifted underneath a little willow and the fountain managed to sparkle underneath moonbeams in response to the night. Once there, he slowly guided Bren to sit down on the bench-- his fingers pressed against shoulder as he pushed enough to encourage gravity within his love.

And then once Bren was settled comfortably, Essek followed as he perched delicately on his mate's lap and then draped his arm around those shoulders. He did not offer anything but a listening ear, hands moving to tug the ties from pulled back hair so he could bury digits in vibrant red locks, leaning in to rest their foreheads together. ]

I love you and I will listen until you are done speaking, and then I think carefully if and before I respond.

[ casting an unspoken 'trust me' into the aether ]

[Bren let himself be led, following Essek as his mind raced. In the time since Essek had found him in the woods and taken him in, Bren had blossomed as a person, no longer jumping at his own shadow or looking like he was haunting himself, a ghost that somehow still drew breath. Now though, this was the closest he seemed to that night, lost in a forest of a different sort.

He sat down on the bench, startling out of his thoughts as Essek settled into his lap. Oh. Oh that was better actually.

Bren wound his arms around Essek's waist, holding onto him, though loosely somehow, in case the other man wished to move away. For another selfish moment he allowed himself to bask in the feeling of those gentle fingers in his hair, in how close Essek was, so much so that he could feel the soft breath that carried those words to him.]

I love you too. So much. That's why...

[That was why he had to tell him. Bren took a breath, steeling himself as best he could, and begam.]

I have not told you all that was done to me by Trent Ikithon. The worst of it, is how he changed me. He made me a monster. The things I have done... and what I am, that I cannot change...

[His breathing quickened, but he made himself continue.] Mate is a meaningful word for a werewolf, too.

[ Leading him with a firm and guiding hand, but still mindful that Bren was neither child, nor someone to be reprimanded. And he too kept his touch light so that Bren would understand how gentle he felt toward him. As evidenced in the soft caress of fingers through hair, a soft drow lullaby of affection which he would carry tenderly. This too was an attempt to ease the anxiety that came off his lover, the waves hit him with a second-hand sickness, they were so keen.

Essek's gravity naturally adjusted even as he pressed a soft kiss against that forehead. Each movement designed to soothe the ravage beast inside the man, the beast that he could feel clawing under the surface-- had seen snap at the young man who had been his vessal for blood.

Trent came up and Essek's blood ran cold; of course it was Trent-- this was ever the root of all of their troubles and it had started with his own transformation into a monster, had resulted in Caleb's and his parents death of whom Essek knew was behind that-- though he could not confirm it. And then he tilted his head as the next words sunk in.

Werewolf

How could that.. be?

Essek was quiet as he processed the information that Bren had given him. The threads connected together immediately; as well as the taste and how Bren's blood ran much hotter than he felt any human should run-- the slight scent of damp earth that accompanied the scents of the soul. Perhaps Essek had only focused on what he remembered of Caleb without taking into account the nuances, and perhaps that was the most upsetting of all of this was that Trent did this, turned this innocent soul into a monster, thinking that he could make the two natural enemies. The pantomine was elaborate and laughable-- it was also enraging.

Cheerfully, he wanted to find Trent Ikithon and rip his throat out.

The waves of panic continued to hit him and then he snapped out of his inner thought. ]

You are worried about how I am going to handle this knowledge? [ His fingers stroked against the back of Bren's head-- lightly stroking as if he could use that to ground the other man. ] How can I possibly judge you for being a monster, Chathtiu? How can I judge when when I was made this way, and I was made this way by the design of the same person who did that to you? [ There was steel in his voice, it quickly layered over the gentleness. ]

How did he instrument it? I need to know all of his sins against you-- no matter how hard they are? [ So that Essek could build a case to destroy him ]

[Bren lingered in the silence, breath held and heartbeat stilled as he waited to see what Essek's reaction would be. Those fingers through his hair were soothing, and the drow had not yet pulled away or stood from his lap. Bren would cling to that reassurance as long as he could. Eyes wide and watching, waiting for the emotional blow to come.

And it never came. Instead those fingers continued their soft, soothing touch. Instead Essek called him by the familiar endearment.

Bren tightened his arms around Essek's waist, clinging to him now that it seemed there was no danger of Essek fleeing from his touch. He released the held breath in a sigh of relief, like a weight he had been carrying this entire time suddenly fractured and fell away.]

He told me again and again that vampires were to be feared, that they would kill me on sight, the moment they knew what I was. I was terrified. That I should kill them first. Then you found me, and I have never been afraid with you.

[Except that he was afraid of this secret, of it driving his lover away. That had clearly been Trent's intent. He was quiet a moment as he considered the question.]

Ikithon took me years ago. That first full moon, he left me to his wolves. At the time I thought he meant to have me torn apart. I am not entirely certain how I survived, but I did. The moon after that I changed for the first time. I lost myself entirely. I do not remember much of it. It took... too many months for me to gain any sort of control during the transformation. I can control it now. I am myself under the moonlight, in the shape of the wolf. I could not control it when he brought my parents to me for my second moon. I was covered in their blood when the sun rose.

[His voice had gone quiet, and his gaze had fallen away from Essek's, as he confessed all of this as if the drow could somehow offer him the absolution that he knew he did not deserve. There would be no forgiveness for him, for the things that he had done.]

Several moons after that I was given as a mate to two of his wolves, a forced imprinting that I know now did not take. I did not know what a true mate was until I met you and my heart awoke for the first time. And I was frightened of what this secret would do, if you would think me an abomination.

[ The more that Bren spoke-- the higher the tendrils of rage seemed to grow within him, threatening a divine fissure of which had the capabilities of taking down planets, like dark stars moving across the horizon, cannibalizing solar systems within it's path. He barely concealed a hiss at the way that Bren stated the ways in which Trent had abused him, attempted to brain wash him-- brought out every protective instinct within him.

Oh, Trent Ikithon would pay for this.

Essek Thelyss would make sure that he did so, that he suffered for the sins of one life and then the next. He pressed a soft kiss to that forehead. ]

None of that was your fault, none. [ His voice a whisper as he then tilts Bren's head backward slightly so that he could look into those pained blue eyes. So much guilt and recrimination in those beautiful eyes, and he wanted to exstinguish them, brush those doubts away ]

You are my love and I will not push you away. [ And perhaps Essek chuckled slightly as his fingers glide against jawline, toward the neck where he ran his nails against lightly ] I do not have to worry about hurting you, and it explains so much-- it explains why your blood pumps so hot.

[ It also meant that when he fed from Bren, he could drink a bit longer.

That was neither here nor there.. yet.

Essek leaned closer, whispering against those lips ]

I will help you destroy Trent Ikithon, I will help you destroy him because he did the same thing to the one who came before you-- he was the one who took Caleb from me, and he shall not do the same to you.

[Bren's eyes fell shut at the press of those lips. And Essek did offer absolution. Bren could feel the argument start in him, that the things he had done were his actions no matter what force may have set him on that course, but he couldn't form the words. They were stolen away entirely by what Essek said next.

He let his head be tilted, eyes opening to seek out Essek's in undisguised wonder. Still his love? Still his mate?

Swallowing against the tightness in his throat.] Then I am still your mate?

[Essek would have always been his mate even if the vampire had turned him away. Bren knew that. He would have left, would have removed himself from Essek's life, but his heart would never have forgotten him, forgotten who it ought to belong to.

He tilted his chin to lift towards those words that he could feel and taste on his lips.]

Essek... [The slightest nod, not wanting to move too much, to introduce space between them.] I want to kill him. I am not the only one he has caused harm to.

[Bren was certain that his story was not all that different from many of the wolves that Trent had created and collected -- though there had been personal touches in his case given the history of Ikithon and Essek and Caleb Widogast.

And all this did not touch upon the spell that he did not yet know was laid upon him that kept so much of his soul locked away, even if that piece of him, that used to be Caleb, had begun to find small cracks in the curse since he had met this beautiful man.]

But more than I want him dead... I want to live with you. To love you.

You are my mate, Bren-- you are my mate, heart and soul. [ Logistically Essek knew that the vampires and werewolves were mortal enemies, their own tussels resonating through time through territory dominance. He'd had issues with the local pack and poaching on his property which was why he now had fortified gates up in place and a magic power. Though now, he had to wonder how Bren had gotten through the gate since it was magicked.

Except, looking into those eyes and seeing Caleb staring back at him; he knew the reason and it was that somehow something in Bren's DNA had registered within the wards. And such a thought caused his eyes to soften, even as he slowly allowed his thumb to run against a warm lower lip-- a whisper like a prayer as his heart filled with how this could be, how the spell had opened up to offer Bren the safety of Widogast Manor despite his knowing. ] He will die, Bren--- he will die by both our hands; this.. I promise you; he will die because I love you and I do not want him to give him power to interfere in our lives-- and the lives to come.

[ Then his hands moved from that jaw and then stroked downward against neck before falling onto shoulders that were still tense from revelations. ]

Do you want me to have the car brought around, Ussta'M'hrandii? I understand how much worry you have felt and most of my business have been concluded. Would that ease your anxiety? [ And then pressed a soft kiss to lips ] and in Undercommon, M'hrandii means mate-

Your mate. [Bren agrees before adding, lifting a hand to cup gently against Essek's cheek in turn.] My mate. My love.

[Those were the words that Bren needed to hear it seemed, because something in him settled. Essek knew his secret now, knew the absolute worst of him and the things he had done, the things he had been made to do, and still called him mate, touched him with gentleness and affection, and Bren knew tot he very core of him that he would both kill and die for this man. The brush of that thumb over his lips was met with a quick, almost playful nip of Bren's teeth as so much fear and dread began to seep slowly from his system. Essek still wanted him.

Essek would help him put an end to the man who had done this to him, who had hurt the both of them.]

We will face him together. I will not let him touch you.

[He looked into those breathtaking eyes and nodded, leaning into that tender kiss.]

Ja. If you do not mind... I will be a better date in the future, I promise. I will keep a better hold of my instincts.

[ Essek smiled wryly even as he shifted to draw his phone out from a little hidden pouch in his thigh high boot, then he was already inputting the numbers in to his driver's phone and then he placed it to his ear, learning forward to rest against Bren's chest as he quietly spoke with the driver that had been hired specifically for this night-- his voice a low soft hum while he played with the strands of Bren's hair.

Comforting and soft, that was how Essek felt in this moment.

Finally, he hung up and then swiped a few times before finally he was tucking his phone back in his boot where he knew it would stay safe for the most part. ]

Ten minutes until the driver swings around.

[ Reluctantly, Essek slowly climbed from Bren's lap-- already feeling the loss of him keenly. HIs beautiful possessive lover who was of the sun and fire, but also of the moon. However, it felt fitting-- for Caleb had always called him his Moon and so perhaps this almost made Bren a Knight of the Moon, a creature born to serve the Moon. ]

If I am being completely honest, I think I enjoy it a little bit when you are possessive. You were very sexy when you were exerting your territory. [ Essek bit his lower lip at the remembrance ] I am almost wondering if I may get a demonstration on other territorial traits of a werewolf..

[ It also soothed Essek to realize that there was no way that he could break Bren now. There had been moments where he had held back from his full force because he knew that a vampire's strength was much more than a human; but perhaps he did not have to with Bren. ]

[Bren did not quite manage to hold back the soft, disappointed sound -- a frankly puppyish whine -- as Essek stood from his lap. He'd rather liked that position, the weight of Essek against him, the fact that he could have the other man in his arms. So that possessive streak had not really faded all that much. It likely never would. Still, he nodded.]

Ten minutes.

[He could not help a smile at what Essek admitted next, and he reached out to catch in the waistband of that unfairly sexy skirt, pulling him close once more, this time spreading his legs apart so that Essek could stand closer, within the circle of them.] They thought they deserved to touch you... I did need to let them know they were wrong.

[Bren was quite certain he didn't deserve to touch such an exquisitely ethereal creature as Essek Theylss, but he had been allowed, invited, granted this precious gift, and he would not turn it away, would not take a moment of it for granted. He was, in very real terms, a creature born to serve his Moonlight, his beautiful soulmate.

He leaned closer then, fingers running up beneath Essek's blouse, fingers playing over cool skin. A graze of his teeth at his navel, and he looked up at him through half lowered lashes.]

You will. You are mine, and I will want the world to know... your scent is delicious, but I would have you carrying mine as well.

[There were subtle ways of this, traded touches and gentle kisses, draping the drow in his jacket, holding him close as much and as often was he was allowed.

Biting. Definitely biting. Taking Essek into his mouth and sucking him off so that their scents mingled in perfect harmony.]

We have ten minutes.. yes.

[ Essek was watching the way that Bren nibbled against his navel, the part revealed by fingers pushing up the fabric of his rather sheer blouse, and the look in it-- heavy-lidded and nearly blissed out with pleasure. Now, and only now, was Essek able to understand that it was Bren taking in his scent. The drowpire had to catch his breath at the sight of Bren teasing him just so-- and he would be honest that he wanted Bren to mark him.

The good thing about leaving at this time was that very few other people were. He was often prone to leaving early from functions because social interactions took a necessary drain on him so it was no surprise however, the driver could wait a few additional minutes on top of that. ]

I promised you a treat if you were good, and you have been my very good boy, haven't you?

[ Essek slowly smoothed his palm against locks of ginger that caught beautiful lights underneath the cool glow of the moon, brought out the beautiful paleness of those cheeks and illuminated those freckles. He reached for Bren's hand and once taken, he brought it to the soft skin just between boot and skirt-- his skin that hummed with the heat of it. ] Does my good boy want a taste of me? I suppose I can allow a nibble here and there.

[ Right here on a bench where anyone could stumble across them, just as Essek had promised Bren! A very public way for his lover to stake his claim if he wished to do so. And Essek thought that they had behaved with propriety on the dance floor, anything that happened off the dance floor was there business and no one elses. ]

I have been thinking of your mouth on me for the past two hours-- and I wore extra slutty underthings, just for you--

[ And if Bren explored, he'd find underwear that was really only a whisp of lace that covered very little ]

That is time enough.

[Bren mused to himself. He could reduce Essek to gasps and moans by then, couldn't he? Another scrape of his teeth along that taut stomach, tongue soothing over the sharper touch, a groan of his own at little more than the scent and taste of Essek's skin. He could drown in him so easily, wanted to let himself do exactly that. For his part, the werewolf didn't care if anyone happened to come by and see. In fact good, let them. Let the world see who could make the pristine, icy Lord Thelyss come apart entirely, let them know that Essek was his and no one else's.

There was that possessive streak again, surfacing without being restrained this time, now that Essek knew what he was, knew the worst of his secrets, what more did Bren have to fear?

He tilted his head into that hair as it moved over his hair, a low whine catching in his throat. Gods but he would give anything to be Essek's good boy right now.]

I want that, ja. Please. Let me see how pretty you look for me.

[For him. His fingers were all too eager to be guided, to find that peek of skin an make their way upward. His fingers deliberately continued their exploring, upward beneath that skirt, shifting inward so that his skin grazed an inner thigh, up to find how very little Essek was wearing beneath.]

Oh.

[The sound Bren made then was more growl than whine, and he moved to hike Essek's skirt up, baring him and that little trace of lace. Bren leaned close, first nuzzling at that lace-covered length before he began mouthing at him through the flimsy fabric.]

[ Essek had thought himself proof against many things; certainly he had thought that he could withstand such teases-- that 10 minutes felt like a challenge, to Bren since Essek could play the long game with his body, could hold himself back and prevent himself from coming if needed, to better suit Bren's needs, had done the exact same with Caleb. There had been nights he had edged his husband into other dimensions, leaving him a panting mess while he remained still untouched and pristine.

The moment that he hears that growl and the way that mouth starts to play over his barely there underthings and suddenly he is arching with a low moan as he keeps himself steady against those shoulders.

Anyone approaching would see a skirt hiked up ceremoniously, the peek of a lace-clad rear which showed an enticing amount of cleavage where it touched the backs of thighs and Bren's hands holding his hips in place; two men lost in pleasure-- for Essek was hissing from it, this distraction while he clutched his fingers through hair. ]

Ah, yes.. that is my good boy, your mouth is so hot.. so perfect, you were born to keep me warm, weren't you? [ That body that burned hotter than most, and his own that ran cooler-- it felt like serendipity and as much as Essek hated what had been done to Bren, he knew in this form-they stood better to protect against Trent Ikithon, but also-- this man could withstand the hunger of his vampire form. ]

If you are good and service me properly, I will let you sleep in my room tonight...

[ This had been something that not even Essek had given Caleb, because he'd feared hurting him but perhaps just perhaps he would not have to worry about this with Bren. ]

Let me see you take me in your mouth, pet?

[Bren was entirely unaware of just what sort of stamina that Essek possessed, but he would be at least a slightly better match for it given his own supernatural nature now -- though the centuries old vampire would likely have the upper hand still if it came to a direct contest. What he was aware of at the moment was that he wanted the drow so much that it threatened to drive him mad if he tried to resist it. Thankfully he did not have to resist anything at the moment.

No, instead Bren was fully indulging in the taste and scent of Essek, eager to glut himself on both, filmy, flimsy lace quickly becoming downright sodden under the attention of his lips and tongue. He shivered in pleasure at the words, at the praise, gaze lifting to peek up at the vampire.

He whimpered lowly at the sound of that promise.]

I will be so good for you... [He murmured the vow directly to Essek's arousal. Gods he wanted to be good for him. Without a word he slipped from his seat on the bench to his knees in front of Essek. He caught the lace of those underthings on so carefully between his teeth, tugging the fabric down that way to set Essek's length free.

He let his tongue drag up along the underside of his length, slow, until he could tease the tip of it just beneath the ridge at the head. He took his time, tongue pressing flat against the slit, to taste him, before he wrapped his lips around his cock, suckling at him as if presented with his favorite treat.]

[ The moment that Bren shifted himself to kneel between Essek and stone bench made it all that much easier for Essek to balance himself, to open himself up for Bren's eager hot mouth. His leg shifted gracefully to balance the back of his thigh right againsf Bren's shoulder and then he allowed himself a soft husky groan as he cheated himself closer, allowed Bren to further make a ruinous mess of his undergarments with open mouth.

Until Bren pushed that lace down and his arousal purple and flushed sprang free, hard and throbbing painfully with desire for his werewolf lover-- and how his entire being clenched with want at Bren's assurance that he would be a good boy for him; and Essek believed him with every single fiber of his being while he looked down with naked approval in his starry amethyst eyes.

His manicured fingers laced through lock of hair and he stroked against scalp while he encouraged until the first grace of tongue hot and sinful spread saliva all over his slit and then the second step until he was pulled dizzyingly into that inferno of a mouth and the most wicked obscene moan fell from his lips while his toes curled, trapped by heeled boots that they were ]

That is my good boy, my pet.. my love, let me fill your mouth, let me make a mess of your throat

[ the approval in his voice was as bright as the same beacon that had consecuted Caleb's soul, as tethered as they were to each other, tethered by bonds of fate and time, a shattering that was made for solely them. And he wanted to shatter Bren and then build him back up, and infuse those bits of memories within him. How he wanted those memories to return; most consecuted souls-- their memories returned but Trent had done something to prevent Caleb from stepping in to sync with Bren,

In Undercommon he murmured, ]

Doer rath'ulu uns'aa, ussta'Chathiu

[ Come back to me, my Firefly]

[Bren's hand lifted to grip at the outside of that thigh, fingers pressing into bare flesh, holding there are he continued his attention at Essek's cock, the still teasing touch of his lips and tongue as he lavishes attention against the head of his arousal. The werewolf moaned around the prick in his mouth, not disguising his eagerness to have the weight of that length in his mouth, the taste of Essek on his tongue.

Those words drew another whimper from him, as he looked up at Essek with an unspoken plea in his eyes that still managed to be surprisingly eloquent despite being wordless. 'Your good boy. Always, for you. Love me, use me, give me all you have.'

He bobbed his head forward to take Essek's cock further into his mouth, swallowing him down eagerly, ignoring the soft choking as that length slipped to the back of his throat. He let his eyes fall shut to enjoy, to savor the feeling of him, all of him.

In that locked away part of his mind, Caleb could hear the Undercommon, had learned his lover's language in a life gone by and it pulled at his heart. 'I am here. I am right here.' Bren's eyes flickered open, in perhaps surprising comprehension, even if there was no way he should understand the words that Essek had spoken. Perhaps that magically imposed wall was growing thinner between them.]

[ Tenderly, Essek's fingers slipped through the sunset orange locks of hair at the back of that neck and then using a bit of gravity, he started to roll his hip in the most decadent way possible while he felt that mouth squeeze him, his purpled shaft that generously leaked precome. A soft moan escaped his own lips while his hair touseled with the breeze as well as the movements of his body and the fact that he was looking down into those eyes and seeing the plea there.

This revelation only made Essek love this man more, for all that he had been through-- for the soft vigil he kept, had kept through time. The surge of protectiveness even though he knew that Caleb was capable of great destruction and if given the chance, could wreck havoc on Ikithon. Together, they would be unstoppable-- together there was no way that Ikithon could withstand it.

They were fire and they were ice. ]

Usstan'orn elgg jaluss vel'uss jivviimir dos, ussta'chathtiu

[ A promise of vengenance and death on anyone who dared hurt Bren, a promise even as he slipped into that mouth, rolling and fucking with the sweetest sounds in between his own vows given to his mate and to his lover. And indeed, his very touch was claiming and he could not draw his eyes away from soaking up that supplicant face taking his cock as if it was ambrosia ]

Mate....

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