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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 heard a breathless cry even through the thundering bass of the music, and it took him a moment to realize that it had been him when he felt Essek cupping his balls through his pants. It took another moment to find his voice in a coherent attempt at words.

The so good praise certainly didn't help, and Essek would undoubtedly feel Bren's cock give a jump at that.]

Oh gods, yes. Please... I need, need you, just you.

[And well, their unseen audience. But to hell with Ikithon, let him understand just how completely he'd lost his hold on Bren.]

[ With all the grace of someone who owned the place, he rose to his feet though he did not bother to button his mate back up; no-- the man would jut proudly up from between folds of leather, and Essek's manicured fingers lightly grasped the criss-cross bands of leather that wrapped around torso, giving a very light and authoritative tug that was just as intimate as the leash had been. He leaned up to whisper against those lips. ]

Come...

[ Not a possibility at it's more literal sense at the moment, but soon. He stepped backward, never missing a beat as his heeled boot gracefully gained purchase in a manner that denoted that he was using to do much in heels. He was leading the other man toward the table that was hidden within the shadows. They would be private as all that they needed, food and drinks were laid out on a little side bar. ] This will be our particular booth and no one is allowed to use this except for us, I think that it merits a little christening, hmmmm?

[ By the time this night was over, it would bear both blood marks as well as the sweet silky baptismal of come. ]

[And Bren would obey like the well heeled wolf that he was, equal part lapdog and guard dog where Essek Thelyss was concerned. That tug at the straps that wrapped around his otherwise bare chest was as good as gravity, and he followed it, followed Essek. The chill air of the club kissed its way along the saliva dampened skin that still remembered the blessing that Essek's lips had bestowed upon them.]

Ja, it would be a waste not to. If it is ours, then we should make it ours.

[He stepped in closer as they moved back into the booth, his words for Essek alone.]

And I am yours, so you should make me yours.

[As he was and always had been, even before he'd known Essek in this lifetime. It was clear to him now that his soul had already belonged to this beautiful, impossible creature.]

[ And there was nothing that Essek wanted then to own Bren, just as much as he had owned Caleb. Just as much as Caleb owned him and now Bren as well. It went both ways, this ownership and the man's soul was etched indelibly upon his heart in that scrawl that was the man's penmanship, as if he had put it there himself. Once at the table, he walked around so that he could very effortlessly press Bren up against it; until the back of thighs came in contact with it-- biting in dark cherrywood. ]

I have heard it said that because of the clientele, these tables are very sturdy, and can take quite a bit of stress pressed upon them.

[ Essek's voice was a suggestion as well as a hint of what he'd like and that was to have his lover sprawled back on the smoothness, spread out like a gift. ] My filthy whining puppy, does he want to be spread out ont he table for me, on his hands and knees and baring his ass to me?

[Bren found himself trapped between the table behind him and Essek in front of him, and the wild creature inside him would have rebelled against this if it were not his lover. But it was Essek, and all the parts of him that would have otherwise fought or growled or bared his teeth instead surrendered entirely. Puppy was right. He was a monster of claw and teeth, but for his mate he was an eager to please pet, wanting nothing more than to earn his master's praise]

Can they?

[A breathless echo as Bren put together what Essek was getting at even before the vampire spoke those utterly obscene, filthy words that had his ringed cock, still jutting proudly from opened leather pants, throbbing at the image. He whimpered, lips parted around a gasp of breath. His knees gave way and he wound up sitting back on the table, bracing his hands and then his elbows behind him, legs spreading to make way for Essek to step closer.

He gave a fitful nod.]

I want it... I want your hands and eyes on me, seeing how badly I need you, how desperate I am for it. I'll be such a good pup for you.

[ It was lucky for Bren then that Essek was starting to grow impatient, however he did have a few tricks up his sleeve; after all one did not live as long as Essek did without gaining knowledge; Caleb would likely be rather proud for all of it. His eyes slid over Bren's shoulders as if he was making eye contact with someone.

And mid-dance as they were dancing close, Essek had made some somatics in the air with fingertips idly, as if summoning a spell; and the Vampire had not expected Bren to understand completely what he had done, though perhaps Caleb would've.

As Essek leaned forward, stepping between those thighs and with his lips leaning in to graze against a shoulder while he murmured. ] You are such a good boy, so good that I think that you deserve more than two hands on you... [ And then from behind, there was the scratch of fingertips against abdomen, the scent of lavender, the brush of a curl against the sensitive skin underneath an earlobe and then a voice, Essek's voice which continued but from a different angle. ]

Would you like being ruined by two of me, Chathtiu?

[Caleb would have, but the meaning of the spell, the impact of it, what had been done, that was lost entirely on Bren. He'd been caught up in Essek, in the heat of their bodies moving against one another, the pounding of the bass as the music swelled around them.

So he was not prepared, was not expecting what was to come. He turned towards Essek as those lips fell at his shoulder, eyes half shut as he breathed in the scent of him. Another low whine in his throat, and if he'd had a tail in this form it would've been wagging at being called a good boy.

There was a delay before he registered those words. More than two hands? He half started to question what Essek meant, but his question died before it left his lips when those hands moved over his stomach, that voice spoke from behind him.]

Oh.

[Fuck. Thank god for the ring around his prick because he could've come right then from the idea alone.]

Please... oh gods please. Ruin me.

[ And here was Essek Thelyss with a perfect simulacrum of himself, and that self was currently behind Bren where he could feel the press of the man behind him, kneeling in such a way on the table-- testing that sturdiness while fingers glimmered like stardust to trace freckles, to clench into the ties that criss-crossed over chest.

These two versions of Essek were absolutely going to coax every secret dirty whore inclination right out of Bren.

The Essek in front of him, Prime Essek was slowly taking those pants down from legs, that tight leather that Bren almost nearly had to be cut out of, rolled down slowly to reveal those slender pale legs, the knees that demanded kisses. Every part of this man demanded them in fact, with that eager to please moan and the panting as if he guessed what was coming next. ]

The other night I was in heat for you.. but tonight? I want you to ache for me.. can you do that? Be my tight hole? For both of us? [ One hand moved to encirle that cock and stroke it gently and patiently-- a hand that with nails that was uncharacteristically cut down, for reasons as of right now not known by Caleb, but would soon be understood. ]

This vampire, wants to breed a werewolf-- but I have a feeling it will take two because you are such a hungry slut.

[Caught between his mate and his mate was not something that Bren had previously considered a possibility, but it was a delicious and mind-shattering experience. He'd forgotten entirely where they were, forgotten everything but the hands on him, the words that Essek was purring to him in that satin smooth voice.

He shifted enough to lift his hips to help Essek peel the leather down from his hips and legs.]

Yes, I want it. I want to feel both of you inside me, filling me until I can't take anymore. I need-ah!

[Words took a brief hiatus at the hand that found his prick, hips rocking towards that touch, wanton and near obscene with how desperate he was for touch, for anything Essek -- either Essek -- would give to him.]

Breed me, ruin my greedy hole, please.

[He leaned back into Essek behind him, reaching a hand towards the prime version of his mate in front of him.]

[ Desire flushed through him, those eyes darkening in the low light of the club; deep and golden like amber while he discarded the leather pants; leaving Bren with those straps and nothing else, convenient to be held onto. He ran his tongue over his lips as he parted that thigh, spreading it until it was baring that greedy hole to his view; so tight as it winked with arousal. A small tsk as he offered up the palm of his hand, only so that a vial of starry warming liquid to be placed their by the other Essek. ]

I will have to prepare you quite a bit to take the both of us, Bren.. M'hrandii--

[ The bottle uncapped and then he lazily dribbled it onto the palm of his other hand. ] I do not think just three fingers will do it.. do you trust me to use more fingers, Bren?

[ Always there would be consent involved, Bren would be asked. Rules were present especially when there was possibly discomfort that was brought up, because he cared about Bren and he would never countenance Bren being overly hurt or coerced.. especially not by him. ] I think I have a small enough hand that I could fit my fist perfectly inside you?

[Bren was utterly pliant beneath that touch, no resistance in him as if Essek could have reshaped his entire physical form with little more than a glance if it were possible, and Bren would have melted for him with nothing but eagerness. He spread his legs wide at the urging, heels catching on the edge of the table, bared wantonly, obscene really, but Bren didn't care.

His gaze tracked as one elegant hand placed that vial into another, but his gaze tracked back as Essek spoke. For a moment his eyes widened, and several small details made sense -- those carefully trimmed nails, the way that the drowpire had him spread so wide open for him.

A flush raced over his cheeks, bright red across pale freckled skin, but he couldn't hold back a groan. It took him a moment to even consider words, so he nodded. Gods he trusted Essek without a single ounce of hesitation, would allow him anything, and fuck but he wanted it, wanted to give himself to his mate, to feel those fingers work him open until that fist was buried inside him, a prelude to being fucked by Essek and his double.]

I trust you... I want it... want you. Please.

[ The thing that had been about Caleb Widogast is that he had the most expressive emotions that crossed over those features; Essek had always loved the way that he could never hide his feelings. He remembered that first kiss, the wonder in those eyes and the rising of the sun backdropped by blue, and he never wanted Caleb to hide that. Now, he saw something similar with Bren-- that quivering excitement and the heart on the sleeve.

Slowly and methodically he worked the oils into his delicate hand, the scent was jasmine and snow-- fingers free and clear of any sort of jewelry as he allowed Bren to watch the preparations.

Behind the werewolf, Essek's hand drew Bren's arm back so that he was effectively being stopped from touching himself. One arm up and over to keep him pinned while the other hand of the simulacrum was making slow sensual circles against hair covered chest, a figure eight while he did not quite approach nipples yet. ]

I would let you do anything to me as well, Bren Ermendrud-- I trust you that much. [ Like a falling petal, his fingertips teased that inner thigh and then sliding inward until he was leaving a oil slick trail against those balls so full and aching-- filled with unrealized spend. Forefinger than danced a minute against that tight entrance and he was slowly working it in slowly ] I do not want you quiet, I want you howling for me...

[Essek was certainly right about that piece that both Bren and Caleb shared, that they wore their battered little hearts on their sleeves, even if neither of them realized the extent of just how obvious it was to anyone who knew either one of them. And right now every emotion, every reaction on his face was thoroughly dripping with lust, shone through with that complete and unconditional trust.

He would let Essek touch him, have him in a way that no one ever had, no one else ever would. More than let, he yearned for it, needed it as much as each shaky breath that he took. His voice caught on another whine as his arm was drawn back, as he was reminded how deliciously trapped he was between versions of his mate.

A flicker of a smile over his lips at those words from Essek, that returned trust. The they understood one another completely. Another catch of breath as that finger teased before slowly beginning to press inside his eager hole.]

Yes... then... make me scream...

[ that was self indulgence too, was it not? Ensuring that whatever it was that happened tonight was unique between the both of them and that Bren was taken care of by him and by his other. Essek perceived the way that his lover was leaking precum in struggle-filled tears that mirrored within slip, not only that but the minor twitching. The cock ring was but a vibrational thing made to adapt according to his lover, the closer that Bren felt to coming-- tighter it squeezed around base.

But Essek did not doubt that Bren likely had found that with the assistance, the waves of edging became almost pleasurable.

His finger tip inside, surrounded by heat while he groaned softly, a thing of parted lips as the pad started go work those walls open and loose-- one set of lips worried against Bren's neck to nibble while Prime Essek leaned forward to dance his lips against Bren's and tasting salted arousal there.

Sim-Essek still was playing with that chest, brushing through the fine ginger layer of hair before taking a detour to slip his fingertip around a peaked nipple, circles that got closer until he committed to the touch enough to tweak it lightly-- this version of Essek did have longer nails and he used it to lightly scratch the skin around the peak while rubbing the hungered skin against two pads. ]

[Almost pleasurable, and then straight beyond, the ache and the pain of being kept on that edge, denied his release, that was creating a feedback loop that only exacerbated the situation. Not that Bren realized that so much as he was certain that Essek Thelyss had been tailor made to undo him completely. A single glance, a crook of his finger, and Bren was a wreck, never mind after more than a day of being drawn to the edge of madness again and again.

There were hands everywhere it felt, and lips, and Bren melted into each one. He cried out, startled and not at all complaining when those fingers found a nipple, back arching towards the touch, as much as he could anyway, the sensitive nub pebbling under the attention, his cock giving another desperate little twitch, all the more so as that finger worked inside him.

His legs shifted wider apart as if he could coax Essek to relent, to give him...] More... please...

[ That was exactly what Essek wanted to hear. As long as the plea was sincere, he would lap it up as if it was the finest of chilled soup on a hot summer's day, his finger delving in and finally with such a entreaty, Essek could not help but give him another finger and so it slipped inside all slick with oils and then deeper and deeper while he used the two fingers to scissor.

Meanwhile the lobe of Bren's ear was nibbled and bitten, while that nipple was squeezed and pinched to a level of rosiness that was erring toward a bit of light pain play, as if the clone was assisting Essek in bringing his mate to that fine edged point between pleasure and pain, but not quite making Bren commit to one or the other.

A third finger then, using that touch as a decoy-- slipping a third finger inside to join the other two and then he was stretching that clenched hole patiently and coupled with soothing words. ] You are such a good boy, see how you melt like butter for me-- so eager to be filled to the brink, like the whore for me that you are.

[ And yet in those words, there was no shame-- only approval; the degradation kink wrapped up in the tone of praise just for the werewolf to chew on. ]

[Essek would find that Bren did not mind the pain, though this was something of a discovery for Bren as well. It all came with the trust, really, the fact that he had no fear at all of placing himself fully in Essek's hands. That didn't stop him from squirming beneath the touch, as if he was feeling far too much at once to truly keep still.

Another gasped, stuttered breath was exhaled in a low whimper as he was stretched further open, though nothing yet past what he'd known before, not yet.

Lust-blown eyes flickered to look to Essek at those words, sweet and filthy and both setting Bren to aching for more.]

Your filthy whore... [He agreed, voice breaking into a groan.] I need to be full of you... both of you. Ruined. I'll be so good for you, take everything you have to give me so please...

[He was rambling now, words spilling from his lips interspersed with increasingly needy whines, aroused nearly past the point of coherency.]

[ The pleasure crescendoed over Bren's blue eyes, sparkling like blue flames come into their own, how incandescent they were undernearh the ministrations, the parted lips to reveal pearl white teeth and the tip of that tongue, the hot needy whine of a wolf who was desperate.

As Essek Thelyss heard that whine, he leaned in to press his mouth to the other man's so that he could taste the desperation which served as a focus and so he would carefully guide it, and between him and his duplicate the man would have no end of pleasure. ]

Now it is time for us to breed you-- [ his fingers stretched hole, attempting to work out that give to accomodate a fourth finger while Essek Simulacrum used hands to trail downward and to tease that captured prick that twitched at being unable to come, cool fingers wrapping around to give another stroke that would cause that head to flush further. ]

Such a dripping whore for us, ready to bear our seed until it drips out of you and down your thigh and you begging for us to be merciful to you.

[ those fingers so good at somatics was now working a fourth finger in, adeptly as he slid slowly while he tested the limits of what Bren had ever taken before ]

[Bren craned up to reach those lips, to beg for more of that kiss as if it could take the edge off the utter desperation that he was sure truly would drive him mad. His arousal, aching and reddened, dripping precome like it was weeping for release that was not yet to be had. The feeling of fingers around him drew an almost anguished cry past his lips.

The werewolf blinked open eyes that could barely focus as he looked to Essek.] Oh... fuck... [Eloquent as the cursing was, he trailed off into Zemnian, lost in the moment.]

Yes... Breed me... like the bitch in heat I am for you. I need... oh... gods...

[Another groan as that fourth finger worked its way inside him, stretching him wider than he'd ever been opened before, the ache of it yielding to the stimulation -- the overstimulation -- of every other touch that Essek and his double were gracing him with.]

[ Essek hissed and it had nothing to do with pain, and everything to do with the hint of arousal that sharpened and splintered; he was confined within his own fastenings, those hot pants worn over fishnet stocks that criss-crossed over purple skin; those thigh high boots that it appeared was de'riguer within his own aesthetics. He was stood there and he continued to lean over him and then his mouth caught, tongue sinking hungrily into that mouth so that he could taste it-- feel the way that the blood pumped through every inch of Bren's being.

Copper underneath his lips, thrumming through bloodstreams.

His bitch in heat-- his and no one elses. Fingers fisted into those long locks of hair and he bared that throat then while his mouth tore the other man asunder, and then his clone's teeth scraped against neck, laying a waste of nibbles ever downward until he travailed to shoulder.

A few deep strokes with those four fingers, and then he wiggled his thumb so that he could press it at the very edge, so close-- that thumb and then the delicate arch of the bone that connected it to hand-- then when he was deep inside, with the wrist disappearing, he would curl his fingers into knuckles and start to properly move, to losen the other man for his pleasure. ]

[Bren surrendered to that kiss like he fully expected to be consumed by it, and welcomed it with nothing but eagerness. His tongue tangled with Essek's, so desperate for the taste of him, the heat of the kiss. He'd slipped entirely into that submissive space where the only thing that mattered was being and being good for his mate, his master, his love.

A low whine started as Essek begin to ease his thumb inside, as he felt the war between that pressure and his hole as it struggled to accept, to surrender. The moment it did, the moment his body yielded and Essek's hand disappeared fully inside him, his head fell back, lips parting around a scream that was audible even with the thundering bass of the music.

His back arched before he fell back to leaning heavily against Essek's double. If his cock weren't still held by that ring, he'd have come then and there, and even as it was, his toes curled, hole tightening reflexively around the hand buried inside him as if he couldn't quite believe it was really happening.]

[ Bren was so very tight, hot and quivered around his hand. The howl that filled the area around them, rising up-- as Essek marked his possession of the other man. There would be no doubt to anyone who was watching via a rogue scry, no doubt that Bren was owned by this man and it was a far deeper magic that bound them together than even Ikithon had access to.

A few more measured paces and then he was drawing his fingers tenderly into a fist, even as he pressed a soft kiss against that mouth, could taste the needy gasp from his darling submissive, the soft glaze of those blue eyes that denoted that he was looking through him. ] You are going to remember this in the morning, with startling clarity.. how we ruined your fuckable hole. [ And in true Essek fashion, he made such filth feel like a religious experience with his own measured and soothing voice.

The Essek behind slipped his hands underneath those knees to adjust the man more, so that the angle would be better, so that the drowpire in front of him could started slowly fucking that tight channel that squeezed him desperately ] It is only fair that if you get to breed me, I get to do the same.. isn't it?

[Bren was unraveling, being undone expertly by his mate, absolutely lost in the rush of pleasure and that edge of pain and the haze of submission. He leaned up to meet that kiss, soft and sweet as it was. That utterly dazed look was still flooded through his eyes as Essek spoke again. The words were obscene, the sort of filth that ought to have made Bren blush, but there was something sacrosanct about it too, as if all of this were some sacrament, an act of holy worship -- though the only deity that Bren had eyes for was the beautiful creature currently wrist deep inside him.]

Ja... yes... only fair. Breed me, use me, fill me up with your cocks and your come until I can't take anymore, until I'm dripping with your seed...

[Words spilled out of him in a litany, another prayer added to his worship on this makeshift altar. Eventually words gave way to incoherent moaning, his breath catching as his knees were drawn further back, as he was exposed so completely.

But as lost in the moment as Bren was, somewhere beneath the surface, Caleb had the wherewithal in a brief moment of control to fix blissed out blue eyes on the exact spot he'd expect Ikithon's scry to have been placed as another cry escaped, roughened with utter wanton desperation. Bren's back arched, seemed to tremble as if his body was trying to thrust him into his orgasm despite the cock around his ring, and being thwarted by that clever magic item.]

[ Essek saw the moment that that head lolled to the side and then those eyes were fixed on a spot in the distance; fixed and yet not. It managed to walk that fine silken tightrope between haze and concentration, and that was absolutely sexy-- even as he pushed his fist in until his knuckles were all but grazing that prostate, just barely-- touching it while those walls clasped about him.

In the scheme of things, his hand was delicate-- his wrist on the smaller size and it would take Bren little to withstand it, to mold to him. But he did know how to subtly use gravity to push within while he leaned closer so that he could speak against those panting lips. ] Tell them who you belong to, do not talk to me.. talk to them.. [ His voice encouraged in that dusky softness, and the hands wrapped around him, the chest upon which he was backed up against.. those arms held Bren tighter. ]

Once you say that, I will give you what you desire, my M'hrandii, you will have both our cocks inside of you---and breed you like our precious mate, fill you until you are dripping with our come.

[Another moan, more breath than soun now, as if his voice had slipped from his reach in that moment in the favor of remembering how to breathe. His eyes were still staring off at that otherwise unremarkable point as if seeing straight through the spell, lost in pleasure and utterly debauched but also issuing the challenge, gauntlet thrown: I am not yours anymore. I will never be yours again.

Because he did belong to someone else now, and at those words, good as a command, Bren keened another whimper in agreement.]

I am yours, Essek Thelyss. Your bitch, your whore, your hole, your lover, your mate... everything you want me to be, my heart and body and soul belong to you. Yours and no one else's.

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