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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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[ And surprisingly.. nothing bad happened?

He woke up, just like so and with Bren's arms firmly around him.. he was safe and warm and he could hear his mate's breathing in the darkness of the room, his lips found neck and he nibbled on his lover's neck until the other man was fully roused and he was able to obtain a bit of a dinner here and now. What also awaited them was the paper which was rested against Essek's desk in his study, of which there was the two of them in the society column. With himself (the illusion he cast) walking, and being accompanied by his mate; no name was known so helpfully the Media supplied, "Mystery Man".

If Essek checked his texts, he would see that there were scores of messages from his publicist as well as a few assistants wanting to know how to handle this and if they should actually provide a name to the media.

However Essek did look up, to see how Bren was taking this. ]

You do not.. we do not have to give them a name whatsoever, if you want.. you can remain my anonymous companion who is devoted lover and bodyguard. [ The mate was silent, but it was there ]

[Bren slept soundly. Well, once he fell asleep, anyway. He stayed awake a while to just look at Essek's face -- so still, like the other man was more statue than living, vibrant creature. It was the warmth that lingered in the vampire's skin that gave him comfort that this stillness of death was nothing so dire.

Morning came though, and as he let his eyes roam over the picture, unable to hide a smile at the sight of him and Essek walking, the drow on his arm. He would be stealing that paper to save the picture, tuck it away in a book somewhere to keep as a tangible memory.

The werewolf stepped in closer to his mate now, nuzzling at Essek's cheek before pressing a kiss there.]

Bren Aldric Ermendrud, from Blumenthal.

[It was terrifying, but he'd stepped out into the light last night, left the sanctuary of Widogast Manor. Ikithon would find him with or without his name finding its way into the paper. So yes, it was terrifying and something in Bren bordered on trembling with it, but he was stubborn to. He would not hide any longer. He would not leave his lover as the only one on the line in the public eye.

He wanted the world to know that he was Essek's, Trent Ikithon included.]

Bren Aldric Ermendrud, from Blumenthal.. I could not ask for a better mate, and I would love for the world to know who you are to me.

[ Essek echoed in confirmation, with the most secret of smiles, before he started to type on his phone the name and the nature of their relationship so that the publicist could provide to the press if asked for, though he did lean against Bren while he attended to it, his back to Bren's chest so that the other man could see what he was doing. There would be no secrets between them and well, he did enjoy the closeness.

There was a moment though where something caught his attention. Something about the Werewolf Club, Big Moon Little Moon which was for.. sale? He looked up abruptly and then he turned to look up at Bren, his eyes wide. ]

Bren, how much influence would you say that Ikithon has with the Wolves in Rexxentrum.. truly?

[ The wheels were starting to turn in his head, of ways to demolish Ikithon slowly but thoroughly ]

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I want that too, for the world to know that I am yours. As I am meant to be. And you are mine.

[Bren wrapped his arms around Essek from behind, glancing over his shoulder at what he's typing, but only briefly. Then he finds himself terribly distracted. Essek was right there, and Bren kissed slowly up the side of his neck, behind his ear, up to nibble gently at the shell of that sharp point. There was something warm and intimate about the moment, simply existing in Essek's world, waking up from his bed, neither of them holding back secrets any longer.

He paused at the question, stepping back as Essek turned to look at him.]

...too much. But I don't believe it is as secure an influence as he believes it is. There is a loyal circle around him, ja. But beyond that...

[ Needless to say Essek's mind was going in circles, because he wanted to send a message to Trent Ikithon and he wanted it to be a good message but also-- he was mindful of Bren since the man was Were and so therefore there would be effects and consequences. ]

It happens that there is a certain club up for sale that has been up to this point populated by the Wolves. know this because I have had my eye on that property for a potential boutique expansion. [ The area was not rough, which had surprised him for a typical werewolf hang-out but then now that he was in love and mated to a wolf, well easier to believe considering that there were different values.

Though he still thought it was because less questions were likely to be raised if one had the money to control the narrative. ] I am thinking of doing a quick purchase of it for reasons that it would give him one less place that he could claim as his.

[ A clear line in the ground, that if Trent passed this line.. or any of his minions the man would be absolutely and utterly dead. And despite the fact that he had launched individual attacks on Widogast Manor's barriers, "Big Moon Little Moon" would be highly questionable and public territory that he'd have to think about before trespassing upon. ] However, I do not think I would want to turn it into a Boutique, I am thinking of keeping it as it is...

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[This was the sort of calculated strategy and moves that Bren knew that Trent had thought he was a master of, but he had the distinct sense that Essek could outmatch the old fool with barely a batting of those perfect eyelashes. This was not Bren's element, but he was a clever man, and he could follow the cascading dominoes of pieces that Essek was speaking of placing, and he nodded, even as he continued to keep himself wrapped around his mate.

His arms were settled around Essek's waste, nose buried on his neck to breathe in the delectable scent of his skin while he listened to what the drowpire had to say.]

And one less reason for the wolves in the city to feel the need to play nice with him, to be caught under his eyes.

[Bren nibbled against the skin where neck and shoulder met, forgetting for a moment just who was the vampire here perhaps.]

Oh? Taking it over as the nightclub that it is then. That would certainly be a statement, Sternenlicht. Would you take me dancing?

Would you allow me to take you out dancing, Chathtiu? [ A coy question for a question even as he hooked his finger just underneath the collar of that shirt, giving it a light little tug, that was clearly meant to indicate that even though Bren was growing stronger with the waxing of the moon, it meant that he still claimed Bren as his own and he would assert his ownership rather irrevocably. ] I actually imagine that Trent would have surveillance placed so that he could monitor the workings of the club.

[ That would not be allowed to stand, though at a later time.

There were a few thoughts that were turning in Essek's head much in keeping to the calculated political plotting that was par for the course; he wanted it to hurt for Trent to realize that he was losing this battle and that it was not even close to winning the war-- no, Essek's own machinations did not allow for anything but precise and non-negotiable victories. ]

I would take you dancing, among other things-- perhaps show you off as mine own; a wild thing that I would keep wild, but domesticated only for me? [ He hummed as his fingers stroked the skin just underneath Bren's collar. ] Would you wear a circlet of possession around your pretty neck for me, Bren? Something that every wolf in Rexxentrum could see and know that you are under my protection?

[ A bitter pill for Trent to swallow ]

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Of course. I have never been to such a place, but I do like to dance with you.

[And Bren meant that fully, even for the sort of dancing he imagined might happen at this sort of club, far different than the proper little waltz they'd shared at the gala that his lover had taken him to previously. His chin lifted as that finger tugged at his collar. It was true, the moon waxed and it stirred Bren's blood, called the beast in him to the forefront, but it was equally true that he belonged fully to his mate, wanted nothing more than to please him, even now.

A low growl at the mention of Trent's surveillance.] I'm sure he does. He is the paranoid type who needs to know all that is going on around him.

[And then all thoughts of Trent Ikithon fled his head all at once as Essek began speaking. He could feel the sudden spark in his blood as that musical lilt shaped such a compelling idea. His heartbeat quickened, and he swallowed back a low sound somewhere between a growl and a whine. This close to the full moon especially, he was a wild creature, yes, barely more than feral as the werewolf he was. But for Essek? He would ever be a devoted pet.

His breath caught as that finger traced along his neck.]

I would. I would wear your collar for everyone to see, to know that I am yours and only yours.

[And he would be tamed only for the vampire, only by the vampire.] That I am obedient and dedicated only to you.

[ The thundering of Bren's heart, the galloping arousal that went through bloodstream like a wild feral animal-- all of this Essek could hear as if his ear was pressed to chest, but perhaps that was only the alignment of their two souls, entwined like the Moon and the Tides down below. Carefully, his fingers curled around the neck, thumb brushing against the pulse point and how it quickened underneath such a fragile touch. ]

I want to send many messages to your former Master.

[ His eyes strayed to those lips, how they parted to expel breath. The good thing about buying property, was that if you actually had the collateral, you could purchase anything with an alarming immediacy. One moment and he could have the club bought within the hour and a new chatelaine hired to oversee it's runnings.

Ah, and Ikithon could not do anything about it if he in fact wanted to keen already tense relations between vampires and werewolves from bursting out of control. ]

I will dance every single dance with you... [ Bodies grinding into each other to the hot sweet tension of music surrounding them, of eyes on them lustfully and of knowing that Bren's possessive streak would shine through; of getting him into some corner and nibbling on him-- perhaps a hidden corner of which a camera was neatly aimed, so that Trent could see that his prized wolf was now Essek's. ] Would you wear something to the club, something that puts you on display for me? [ Maybe something made of straps that criss-crossed the body, baring that lovely chest for Essek's roving eyes ]

[Bren was aroused by it, by even the thought of Essek staking his claim on him so publicly, of wearing his mate's collar, of Trent knowing just how completely he had lost any ounce of control over him. He wanted to dance with his lover, the sort of dance that was a pantomime of something far more carnal. And gods, he wanted that something more too.

He could picture all of it, too clearly. He smiled, though there was something heated in it. His scent all over his mate, their hands and bodies all over one another, for everyone to see. If he were in his wolf form, his tail would be wagging.

That question had him swallowing back a low, whimpered sound before he nodded. He pressed a kiss to Essek's shoulder.]

I will wear whatever you want me to, whatever will make you happy. [He did not know exactly what wearing something to be put on display meant, exactly, but he'd leave that in Essek's hands. After all, his lover was the fashion magnate of Wildemount.]

[ The thought was arousing to Essek as well, there was a bit of power in it-- a posturing much like a Queen holding court over something that was inherently their own; and that was Essek taking back that which Trent thought he had been secure in. Except, it had never been Trent's to begin with, this had always been his husband, his lover, his other half.

Behind that power was love at it's most vital and primal, like a beating heart. How dare Trent think for a moment that he could separate the two of them from each other and not face repercussions.

His fingers curled in the fabric of Bren's tunic as he nuzzled at that neck. He'd already fed; deliciously and languorously fed so he was not hungry precisely-- his werewolf lover being there upon his wakening with breakfast in bed of which he partook in, although he had given his lover a little bit of a treat while that sanguine river flowed onto tongue and his lover would leave just as sated. ]

Leave everything to me then. I will have to make some arrangements, money has to be transferred and your outfit made, but I think that we will be ready to attend our new club tomorrow evening.

[ Most importantly, he would have to select someone who would manage it wisely-- luckily Essek had precisely someone in mind who he knew would not be cowed by were-posturing and whom he knew in fashion circles; the sire may have been a piece of work but this vampire? He was quite alright. ]

[Bren would thrill in the knowledge of Trent understanding how completely he had lost him, how utterly he had failed at keeping them apart. As much as he had feared and hated Trent Ikithon for the torture and suffering he had put him through, the darkest moments of his life, he had only come to despise him more after learning that he'd tried to keep him from this, from the greater part of his soul made flesh in the drow. In his mate.

He let his head fall to the side at the nuzzling, full invitation if Essek wished it, even if he'd already been breakfast for the vampire. Even if he did not, he enjoyed the attention to his neck, a pleasant shiver rushing over the surface of his skin.]

Tomorrow then. I am looking forward to it already.

[Tomorrow would mean that he had a couple nights until the Full Moon still, though gods it was perilously close, and the restlessness in him was soothed only by having his mate near. It settled something deep inside him.]

Is there anything I can do? I admit your business savvy is much greater than mine.

[ The drowpire knew that Bren was exceedingly intelligent, and once Trent Ikithon was dealt with-- he'd make a present of the club to Bren-- to manage as he saw fit; perhaps something could be done to turn it into something positive for those wolves who had been exploited by Ikithon. However, while Trent was still existing-- Bren remaining behind the scenes was the best course of action.

I have some correspondence that you can work through, if you would not mind; you can also send out acceptances to some invitations to parties here and there. Rest assured, Bren Ermendrud.. I will put you to so much use.

[ Essek did not mean for it to come out so sexual, however as close as he was to that neck-- the way that he huffed those words out, it felt just as such-- something raw and seductive, the lowest levels of a purr as he nuzzles against that neck. ]

Oh yes, and until tomorrow night?

[ He draws a fingertip right around the collarbone revealed by tunic. ]

You are not allowed to come.

[ The mic just dropped and it was audible. ]

[Bren would not argue with keeping behind the scenes for the time being, so long as he was allowed to be by Essek's side, so long as he could do his part to protect his mate even as the drowpire sheltered and protected him. He would not let Trent lay a finger on Essek, and for all that the old man had already done and taken from him, he would see him turned to ashes before anything more.]

I can do that, of course. I--

[Well. Essek may not have meant for that to come out sexual, but it had, and Bren had to clamp his jaw shut to stop the moan that wanted to slip free, especially when he could feel the words as much as hear them. Fuck.

And then Essek continued and there was no holding back the whimper that little order drew. Bren could feel his cock jump at the words, and he lifted his chin with a soft gasp. Oh. That.

That was entirely unfair, but he would do as he was told.]

I... mm. As you wish.

[It was, after all, only one day. How bad could it be?]

[ Eyes were oftentimes considered the windows to the soul but really, all Bren had to do was breathe and Essek could sense every thought and feeling, as well as the blatant arousal that seemed to peak even as he gave that very final order. And he was standing close enough that he could feel the way that cock twitched underneath trousers. And it was fairly obvious that being edged like that would prove it's own sexual fetish.

He smoothed his palm against tunic, running circles against fabric as he hummed lightly with a shadow of amusement. ] That does not mean that you may not touch me.... and I intend on touching you.

[ Simply, no orgasm for Bren. ] I will still give you kisses, as many of them as you desire, I will never withhold love and affection from you... just you absolutely cannot come until I command it.

[ When Essek spoke it like that, it probably sounded fairly easy. ]

[Bren was not fully aware how well Essek could read him, but if he gave it any thought he would not be at all surprised. The drowpire had known his soul a lifetime before, and even if he was a different person in this life, he was still at his core that same heart, and it had ever and would always belong to this beautiful man.

What he was starting to become fully aware of, however, was how much obeying his mate was turning him on. It hadn't even been a question. Essek had given him this order, and Bren had not for a moment even considered arguing it. His lover told him he could not come, so he would not. Or at least, he would do his best to comply. The fact that Essek was not denying him touch or affection seemed a kindness, and it was, but it would also only add to the slow and exquisite torture no doubt.

He could live with that.]

May I have a kiss now?

[Because he would very much like a kiss now. And at every other waking moments and many of his non-waking moments as well.]

[ The drow looked up at Bren from between those lowered lashes, perhaps a bit pleased that the werewolf sounded utterly smitten and yes, obedient. And thus he smiled as he slipped his palms up and down that chest, although soon enough his hands were reaching to take hold of jaw and then he was looking up into that mien, how the other man longed to please him.

A certain frisson of power filled him and he nodded slowly. ] You are such a good boy, asking for permission like that, and you even used the term 'May I?' so sweetly, how can I resist giving my sweet boy whatever he desires.

[ And then he leaned upward so that he could brush his lips against his lovers, feeling the way that the mouth parted against his, the very essence of Bren that made him both want to be protective as well as push him up against a wall and tear him asunder in the most delicious way possible, but he did not deepen the kiss quite yet-- he wanted to enjoy the anticipation, the warmth of mouth to mouth, and he allowed his lips to slip open so that he could sense the taste of him. ]

[Bren was so wrapped around Essek's perfectly manicured little finger, so weak to the touch of those hands, to those eyes that he was certain he could fall into and then continue falling forever. When Essek praised him, those sweet and utterly devastating words. Good boy, the words that followed and the promise that he'd be granted what he'd asked for.

He heard himself whine softly in that moment before Essek's lips found his. Then he was sweetly melting into him, eyes slipping shut to focus on the feeling of the drow's mouth against his own. Bren was pliant beneath Essek's touch, and though he was eager for more of that kiss, he didn't press.

It was all too perfect already, savoring the feeling of his lover's lips, his own parting gently, an unspoken plea, even as the moon-restless wolf inside him wanted nothing more than to devour his mate entirely.]

[ Magic was cast between them, like the ticking of a clock. His mouth warm and soft as he slid his tongue inside, to give Bren exactly what he wanted; to dig into that succulent heat that was presented to him. Because he was well fed now, his body heat would borrow off of his lover's-- so that it wasn't a raging volcano. He remembered the first night where it had been molten, the mouth and the skin.

How he'd begged for that heat greedily.

But now he was granted the respite of Bren's offering and so their temperatures for the most part did not possess so much of a disparity. And because he was eager, and he wanted to likewise show Bren that he was not intending on holding back, a singular deft moment had him cupping Bren underneath pants and following the line of those trousers, from the base to the shape of head underneath fabric.

The kiss and the touches would do Bren absolutely no favors in self control, but that too was a test-- to see how much of a good bow Bren could actually be. ]

[Bren only knew that he needed to be devoured by the other man, by that kiss that stole all the breath from his lungs and made his heart forget what it was to do anything but race and hammer against his chest. Essek could do this to him, was the only one who could, whom his body answered and sang for as if it was made to answer his call, as if he was made for it.

Maybe he was exactly that.

He groaned to Essek's mouth as that hand found his cock. He tried to remember what he'd been told, that he wasn't allowed to come until tomorrow night, but it was getting difficult to keep in mind. Still, he was eager enough to please Essek, eager enough to show that he could obey, that he could be good for him.

He broke from the kiss with a low whine.]

Oh love...

[ If there was anything that Essek enjoyed, it was testing Bren to his limits.

But he knew that the werewolf was capable of being obedient, he had seen it on several instances. Last night he had allowed for the other man to go off the change, to give voice to his more primal desires while this night he would have to refrain and hold himself back-- but the rewards would assuredly be worth it, at least Essek thought that Bren would appreciate it.

And the climax would be breathtaking and near earth-shattering.

A thumb traced the ridge upward, and then downward while he levied a gentle kiss against the rounded shell of an ear; he knew that if there was anything that could get Bren to obey it was the very sure incentive of praise, and so he lavished it on his man liberally-- as if it was the emotional equivalent of tongue against quivering prick. ]

I love the fact that you are a feral creature but you will be good just for me, only me-- even though I know you will desire to come well before I am going to allow you; is this something you want? To be teased by myself?

Only you...

[Bren agreed. He was a monster with teeth and he would bite, but not this hand. Never this hand. For Essek he would be exactly what the vampire wished him to be, would be his obedient pet so eager to please him, even if it meant tormented so sweetly on this edge until Essek allowed him his release, a full day away.

And Essek was right. The praise would sustain him, better than any orgasm he could imagine. Another shaky whimper as his hips jerked towards that touch and he bit at his lower lip, the sting of pain reminding him to hold himself in check.]

I want it, yes. And I want to please you... let me? Let me make you come? [The words were tumbling out of him now.] Fuck me, use me. I will be good I will not come, I will show you how well I can obey. Or take my mouth, take whatever you want.

If you come, understand that I will know. [ He cautioned this as he looked right into Bren's eyes, seeing so much of Caleb there but also of Bren. His body felt warm with need and also flush from his morning feeding. ] My sweet boy cannot keep anything from me, you come so loudly for me, it is hard to play off the way that your cheeks flush and your eyes darken when you are on the brink.

[ And the sweat-like musk that he had tasted on his tongue when they had fucked in the back of the vehicle, all raw heat. Bren's hair in his eyes and looking feral and drunk with lust. Both of them were wild and unkempt. The thought of that made his cock harden between his legs, but the thought of teasing Bren also clicked some self-fufillment button within his body and mind.

Enough that he drew away and then walked over to a chair and then very primly settled down on it, with his legs only slightly spread. ]

I want your mouth, especially when such beautiful words tumble out of it-- if I took you, I would want you to come with me, I am selfish like that, your walls forcing my cock to fill you up.

[ And then Essek beckoned for Bren to draw closer, like a siren's song of which the melody was created of magic and lust. ]

[Bren was visibly flushed now as he was called out so clearly. He couldn't argue the point. He knew that he was a mess when Essek took him apart so expertly. Hells, he was a mess now, aroused and watching Essek like he'd hung the moon and stars in the sky, and put them there for Bren alone.]

I know. [He nodded. He knew Essek would see straight through him if he disobeyed, and he did not intend to. There wasn't an ounce of his being that didn't want to be good for his mate, to do as he was told.

He Essek as he drew back, watched the drowpire stroll across the room fixed on every movement every graceful sway of his body, the perfectly elegant way he sat. His divine to be worshipped, and Bren an eager supplicant. Essek beckoned and he was in motion without thought, moth to his moonlit flame.

Once he'd reached Essek, he did not hesitate to sink to his knees before him.] Then have my mouth. I want to taste you, I want to make you feel good.

[ Essek was such that he would find a way to tease Bren because the fact of the matter was that he was a tease and he enjoyed having those ravenous eyes on him in a way that he did not with anyone else.

Already those azure eyes were unwrapping his cock, he felt it in his blood-- even more poignant with the advent of the moon growing closer to full-- it made him feel powerful even if he would not push Bren for more than he could handle.

As Bren knelt there, he slinked his fingers through bright red flames and he purred in something that resembled pleasure while he spoke in that husky Dynasty-acented voice ] My sweet cockslut, you may unwrap me and partake, I give you permission, how could I not.. my good obedient pet, my only pet.

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