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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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[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.

[Bren did look at Essek like he fully desired to devour him whole given the chance, heart and body and soul. But he also looked at him with blue eyes full of adoration, as if certain that the drow was responsible for the moon in the sky that stirred his blood to life.

He canted his head towards that touch through his hair, eyes falling half-lidded, gaze still fixed on the other man's face. He could feel himself flush at the words, but as hot as his cheeks felt, his cock ached harder, the heat in his blood even hotter still.

That was right, he was his pet. His obedient cockslut. It was all he wanted to be, and given that permission, he did not hesitate. He reached out with eager fingers, working Essek's trousers open so that he could slip a hand inside and draw his cock free. Unwrapping him indeed, the most thrilling present he could imagine receiving.]

Thank you... [He murmured the words softly as his fingertips traced the length of him, velvet, heated flesh. Lips parted and he leaned in to wrap his mouth around that cock, like it was the sweetest treat he'd ever been offered, suckling and licking at the head of his prick eagerly as his eyes slowly fell the rest of the way shut.]

[ Despite how filthy this was to take from Bren, there was nothing more emotional than this either for he could feel his heart pound with Bren's blood within him, the way that he felt achingly tender and protective of this man obediently heeled at his side. Did Bren even realize how thralled that Essek was in turn, that he would do anything at all to bring this man happiness? Some said that the one in true power was the submissive, in such an arrangement as this-- and Essek thought perhaps it was the truth with the way that Bren had such an adept hold upon his emotions.

His cock clenches at the very first brush of mouth, reverent and beautiful before his head-- glistening over the top with precome, was taken between lips and sucked, and Essek's hands found purchase against lock flames, weaving through them as he gasped sharply in response; so that Bren could hear how he was pleasing him.

Essek's iron control faltered for a moment, wanting Bren to further service him-- however he did not, understanding that if he allowed for his lover to mount him, he would want the werewolf to come inside of him, paint his walls. No, it was best to accept this and only this. ]

Such a good boy, you are going to coax out every bit of cream, are you not? I was remiss in not giving you your breakfast yet-- but I will, every single last drop. [ He purred, assuring Bren that he would provide for him in this moment, fill him full of the freshest of spend that all he had to do was lap up. ] I want to see how far you can take me in your mouth, can you fit me all in? Kiss the base of my cock with your lips?

[It was filthy, yes, but it was also devotional, an act of worship that Bren was eager to give to this beautiful man, his mate, his soulmate, the reason that his world had light in it once more. He wanted to give him pleasure, give him this utter submission and obedience, to know that Essek was losing himself in ecstasy because of him, to know that he was good for him in this. The drowpire had given him so much, and Bren wanted to give it all back and more.

Bren's eyes fluttered as those fingers gripped into his hair, a soft sound of his own echoing around the prick in his mouth. He looked up to him when the other man spoke, taking in each word raptly. Pupils had blown wide to nearly subsume all the blue of his irises. Another whimper at the promise of being fed the cream that he oh so desperately craved, the overwhelming desire to swallow down his essence.

He would also not disappoint in that next request. How could he? A slow drag of his tongue around the head of that cock, as if savoring the taste of him before he began to slide his lips further down that shaft. He did not stop even as he felt his prick at the back of his throat, fighting the soft choking that started, the tears that gathered at the corner of his eyes as he stilled himself. He swallowed around him, relaxing to prepare himself, to take the last inches into his throat.]

[ The tears shimmered like liquid starlight within those darkened pupils and he felt desire so keenly as to make his shaft twitch between those welcoming lips-- aroused but also ultimately careful; he had not determined a safe word and so he would have to give further and clear directions to his lone wolf, his mate whom he loved do deeply that it surpassed time itself.

His fingers lightly rested against the back of Bren's neck, soft and gentle in a way that was guiding-- firm and yet there was no doubt there was love there as he tangled fingers into those locks of hair. ]

You are being so good for me, but it is important that you let me know if I am hurting you, if anything happens and you have not told me that your limits were breached then I will punish you and it will not be enjoyable for either of us.

[ how he was doing this while those throat walls clenched around his shaft, if was rather amazing but he kept himself grounded. ]

Now, I want you to start fucking me with that sweet mouth of yours-- can you do that, Chathtiu? Tap your fingers against my wrist once for go and twice for stop>/i>.

[ Tomorrow they would have a safe word going into that club, but for right now hand signals would have to suffice. There was love in how his fingers massaged the back of that neck, sweetly reverent as if Bren was the most precious person in the world.

Truth was, he was ]

[Tears or no, everything in Bren's eyes was pure and open trust and adoration. He did not doubt for a moment that Essek would take care of him even as he used him, knew that his mate would never hurt him. And Essek proved exactly that in the next moment. Bren whimpered around him, the sound muffled enough that it was likely more felt than heard. He understood, but even as he fought the urge to choke again. Nothing hurt save for the lingering ache for attention in his own neglected cock.

He understood though, even if Essek was driving him utterly mad with impatience. He shut his eyse in a slow, deliberately blink, outright catlike (strange for a werewolf) as confirmation that he heard. That he understood.

A hand lifted to wrap gently around Essek's wrist, to tap once. Go. Gods, please, go. Bren might be the one pleasuring the drowpire's cock, but he was just as if not more eager for it, as if the other man's pleasure far outstripped the thought of his own.]

[ The message was recieved, crystal clear and without a shadow of a doubt-- coupled with the slow-blink acknowledgement of those beautiful eyes, the way that ginger lashes fluttered downward to brush against the top of Bren's cheeks. How a man could have such beautifully long lashes-- it was expected of drow but he had seen many men who's eyes were not so expressive, not so well windowed.

His keen eyes also picked up the soft crystal of tears that latticed there, glimmering underneath the soft light. Essek's fingers lightly cupped the back of that neck, fingers sliding to cradle the base back of that head and then slowly drawing Bren closer onto his cock, feeling the slid of slick hot mouth and only arching a little bit. ]

Feed yourself on me, Pet.. fill yourself on me, I want to feel your clever tongue and throat work me until I am nothing but a pool deep inside your belly..

[ His voice crooned musically, certainly he was enjoying this in the soft gasp that exhaled from his lips, and his attention rapt on Bren, on that sweet mouth that felt like liquid amber, and he was something to be encased within it ]
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[Another soft almost choking sound before Bren relaxed his throat enough that the head of Essek's cock settled home comfortably. His eyes opened once more, but remained heavy lidded, blue eyes watching through that plush fringe of ginger lashes, watching Essek's face and wordlessly begging his approval. He was sinking seamlessly, blissfully, into that simple submissive space where the world was distilled down to the beautiful man whose feet he knelt at, where the only thing that mattered was pleasing him, being good for him.

He whimpered once more at those words and eagerly did exactly as he was told, drawing back along that length, tongue teasing along him eagerly, the sounds wet and outright obscene as he sucked at him, bobbing his head down to engulf him entirely, finding a rhythm of fucking his mouth on that prick, of taking Essek deep, to the hilt again and again, lips nestled against the root of his shaft and lingering before drawing back, repeating again and again.

Bren's hand twitched as if he were starting to reach for his own arousal, but he remembered himself mid movement and instead curled his fingers tightly into the fabric of his trousers. He would behave, would not disappoint his master, his mate.]

[ Essek noticed the little lapse before Bren caught himself and then his low dusky voice cooed in approval of such self-control and restraint ]

My very good Pet, you are so well trained-- this is why you are my only Pet. What need do I have for anyone else when you are obedient and willing for me?

[ A parted gasp slid out from his mouth like pearls as he felt that tight throat squeeze and clench and then Bren systematically fucking himself on his arousal in such a state as to rob him of all conscious thought. This was Bren's fault, but it could not be blamed. His pet could not be punished for being so very tempting-- and Essek did not wish to curtail that. ] Tomorrow night you will get such a wonderful reward, I will make it worth your while.

[ All he had to do was close his eyes to imagine Bren against him on a crowded dance floor, or underneath him in a private booth, of his fingers spreading those thighs as he bit against freckled skin and lapped at the blood there. ]

I am so close, Bren.. you are going to make me come deep in your mouth, oh fuck yourself on me, please-- I want your beautiful mouth filled with my seed.. [ Breathlessly he spoke this while his fingers tightened in that hair and he attempted to assist with that rhythem and with keeping Bren right in that floating space of desire ]

[Bren basked in the praise, and there were a few seconds where he was in danger of coming without a single touch to his cock at the words that Essek spoke in that gorgeous, enticing voice. The moment passed and Bren only moaned around him and continued, eagerly swallowing down that prick over and over, as if he could somehow consume him entirely if only he tried hard enough.

The promise of a reward set a shiver thrilling through him. He had no idea what Essek had in mind, but god his imagination supplied flashes of images nevertheless, anything as long as it meant his mate's hands on him.

He choked out another moan around him at those breathless pleas, giving Essek exactly what he wished, near frenzied in his attempt to bring the drow to his climax, so that he could swallow down his spend as if he were utterly starved for it, lost in the thrill and peace of being a perfect, obedient pet for the other man.]

[ Audible groans, a mouth entirely too decadent for it's own good and those assiduous workings to bring him pleasure, and still Essek's foot-- delicate and bare, slipped out to between those thighs were he ran it almost luxuriant up the inner clothed skin of that thigh, not touching cock but so very close-- a trail of magic that seemed to leak from his every pore.

His fingers clenched in those locks of hair as his breathing flush, a few Ah's~ like musical notes bubbling to the surface followed my near mewling moans that rumbled, as he was taken over and over again by that mouth. His balls clenched and he could feel that rising peak as it vibrated around him, causing salt to thicken, the eventual breaking of the dam.

Then there it was, that punch that hit his solar plexus just right and then he crested hot and hard, with his prick quivering waves and streams of thick cream. ] I'm... [ But by the time it was too late, he was already coming quickly into that mouth, warm and painting that throat with his spend, so very much that it would be nearly impossible for Bren to swallow it down without something of a mess as it engaged his beard ]

[Bren trembled as that foot went questing, bracing himself for a touch that never came. But it was probably for the best. He teetered so close to that edge, and he did not want to disobey, did not want to disappoint his mate. Still the touch only increased the muffled whimpers lost around Essek's prick as the werewolf fucked his mouth on that length with a growing desperation.

Every sound Essek made only spurred him on, such a beautiful song that Bren felt graced to hear. No one else would have his lover this way, no one else would know how beautiful Essek was in these moments when all his poise and grace and composure let go.

He swallowed around Essek, desperate, eager, to drink him down. It was too much despite his efforts, and he made a proper mess of himself, come leaking from his lips, where they were still stretched around the drowpire's cock, down stubbled chin even as his throat continued to work around him.]

[ Essek felt the throat squeeze the last vestiges of seed from him, the keen senses also picking up the drip, rivulets running down chin. And then he very carefully disengaged his cock from that mouth, watching the way that saliva attempted to marry spend and bring it back to that waiting mouth.

Gorgeous as it was, all slick and panting-- the way that Bren Eremndrud looked properly ruined, and he had not done a single thing to him. he used his foot then to press against that chest and then backwards, so that his pet could catch the floor with his forearms, and then he was on the man like a shadow, on his hands and knees over him as he dragged his tongue slowly against the come as it dripped against stubble-- where he could taste his mate's kiss as well as his own essence.

This would likely be a true test of submission, especially as Essek was scent marking the other man with his saliva, with his taste-- so clearly marking him in such a way, his tongue slipping into any crevice that would be provided to him by his lover, the corner of the mouth, in a kiss that may not have had much finesse but was filled with something raw and hungry. ]

[Bren half leaned after Essek's cock as the drow withdrew it form his lips, as if he was not ready to give it up just yet, still wanted his lips around it. But he stilled after a few centimeters and then froze entirely as he felt Essek's foot against his chest. He did not resist the push, tipping back, bracing himself on his elbows, looking up at the other man.

Bren's face was flushed, lips swollen and wet, face marked with the seed he had not been quick enough to swallow, panting softly as his heart tried to regulate itself.

Then Essek was on him, and he was choking on a soft, surprised moan as that tongue went exploring. Another whimper and he tilted his chin up to that attention, to that hunger, all surrender. And still his own neglected arousal, aching within his trousers, but still quite forbidden from release. It was growing harder to resist touching himself, but Bren was intent on being good for his mate.]

You are a complete and utter ruin, Chathtiu-- [ Essek said this with a smile as he lowered his body down to rest against Bren's, his arms draping around those shoulders and he spoke those words in between slick kisses, against his leg he could feel Bren's arousal hard and throbbing and so he attempted to lighten gravity there so that his lover did not have too much purchase to work against. ]

But you are my ruin.

[ Tongue softly simmered against that lower lip and then a light trail as he played his mate's mouth like a fine instrument. ]

And I am rather glad you will be sleeping with me tonight, that way I will be able to ensure that you are not a naughty boy who tries to touch himself without my permission.

Yours... and ruined because of you.

[There was no denying that at all, especially given the way that Bren was looking at his mate like Essek was the one responsible for setting the moon alight in the sky each night. And wasn't he exactly that?

The trick of gravity did not stop the werewolf from reflexively arching, rutting up against Essek as the other man settled against him, a bit mindless in that growing need. A soft whimper lost to that kiss, his own tongue flicking along Essek's, invitation and surrender.]

Mm... good. Help me be good for you.

[ The fact that Bren was arching against his body, it was rather endearing even if he knew that it was setting Bren up toward being naughty and spilling. Those lips were promising being good but the body as it rutted up against him was likewise showing that he was being very impatience. And so as he pressed open mouthed kisses against those lips, chin nuzzling beard while he tried not to undulate against that arousal.

The mindlessness was not lost on him; the fact that if Bren succumbed to that dark wolf part of him, that he would not last and Essek did not want to be cruel to the other man. ]

Do you want me to fashion a magic cock ring for you, so you do not spill yourself? [ In a singular act of mercy, because he did love this man and wanted him to be happy even as he also wanted him to be good; give him all the tools to be good. ] I fear you may spill yourself with only a single touch?

[Intent and control were two warring forces. Bren was trying, certainly, but his cock seemed intent on betraying him before too long. He was caught up in kissing Essek to be as concerned about it as he should, losing himself to the wet heat of that mouth on his own, the taste of him, sweeter than any he'd ever known before he found his way to his mate.

The words drew him back to the present and he could feel himself flushing, realizing just now that he was indeed rutting and rubbing himself against the other man like some mindless thing. A soft whimper preceded him actually finding his voice, and he nodded.]

Please... I know I'm close. Too close.

[And his beautiful, benevolent lover was ready to help him. Bren looked up at Essek in utter adoration.]

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