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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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[ Ah-- there was a haze of pleasure that engulfed him with the movement of Caleb's palm and then he pumped himself against slowly, and when he opened his eyes fully it was to reveal the gold of his eyes, flecked like molten amber. It was a true accounting of how much he loved this moment and the man underneath with those limpid eyes that looked at him as if he hung the moon and all of the stars along the velvet sky.

A shuddering sigh as his own hand came to wrap around Caleb's own-- Caleb's and the uttered word from his lips was a ritual cast, a circle draw to pull the two of them in together. ]

I love you, Caleb Widogast-- my husband.

[ The scent of musk, he could scent keenly and he was nearly wild for it. He leaned down then and pulled Caleb's head back with his hand buried in hair, and then he was grazing against the neck, hunting so that he could scratch his teeth against the tender sweet flesh, getting that hand saturated with his precome, and then he lightly bit while he pushed donnward with his own thighs, enough gravity that it felt organic. ]

[Caleb had spent far too short a time losing himself in those eyes and all the galaxies that they contained, and he intended to spend more, to make up for those intervening years. He did not bother to try to stifle the groan that slipped from his lips, whether it was a reaction to those words or the feeling of that lithe body moving against his own (it was both).]

I love you too. Beyond words. My husband, my love, my starlight, my everything.

[Death and Trent Ikithon had not been enough to keep them apart, would never be enough. His breath caught at the pull to his hair, head falling back with an undisguised eagerness to bare his neck for his lover and those fangs, all invitation.]

Drink, love. Please... I have missed that feeling too.

[And he was achingly close to coming, as if he could really last when he had yearned for Essek's touch for so long now.]

[ As if Essek could deny him anything, it was not penetration but it did not need to be; as long as it was intimate, that was all that mattered. And so Essek brushed his tongue againt the two pricise freckles that were merely 'bit down here' marks on the pale map of his lover's skin.

Biting down would usher in an orgasm, and he was here for that-- here in that he utterly desired the uncontrol of it, and so at such pretty pleading, he sank his teeth in, and it was like butter with the give.

A deep suck and then he had his mouth pressed against fong and with his tongue formed a seal by which nothing was allowed to squeeze past.

The beat of Caleb's heart thumped against his own and he pulled life for it-- but still careful so that he ensured his lover's continued surival. ]

[Caleb's eyes fluttered and fell shut at the first, familiar, perfect press of those teeth to his neck. That well-loved quick sharp pain that subsided near immediately to pleasure, a euphoria that swept him into it like a river's current that he could not hope to fight against. Nor would he want to.

His free hand lifted to slip into Essek's hair, to rest against the back of his head, holding him close as he drank, voice leaving him in a soft, breathless cry.]

Essek... love, I...

[Words failed him. Restraint failed him, a jerk of his hips as he came, making an utter mess of that perfect, pert ass nestled so sweetly against his cock with his spend. His touch over his lover's arousal did not falter either, of a mind enough that he wanted his husband to fall into climax with him.]

[ The signs of giving in were there, they were sweet and indolent as he felt them reverberate, it had happened so quickly as Caleb let to and allowed the torrent to consume him, the release that he understood to be the consequence of such a ravaging night and yet that endeared him. He reached between then until he was gettinh his fingers in Caleb's slick spend and then he joined those fingers.

Only long enough to add Caleb's salted essence to the glide, back and forth then drawing away before he was riding that clenched hand.

A deep draught of blood, crimson and vibrant that had him seeing that precious chase; and he was chasing as much as possible the life that the other man provided-- the deep abiding intimacy of which he struggled to keep onto, but Caleb's hand knew him and likewise knew the way to make him utterly come undone, the sound of a beating hearbeat combined with the back and forth of the hand against his leaking cock.

And suddenly he was there, with a struggled moan, he arched his hips and then at the very last pass up, he came so hard and so completely that it almost felt violent-- splashing his seed in silken ropes that would fall down upon Caleb's chest, swirling sticky as it webbed against the hair that made home there.

His moan was deep as he drew his blooded mouth away, having lost himself in the euphoria of his lover's blood and the orgasm. ]

[Caleb, separated so long from the physical world by the machinations of Trent Ikithon, was lost in the overwhelming physicality of the pleasure, sensation so bright and vivid that it shook him through to the core of him. Reunited with his husband, when they'd been so close and simultaneously so far, was it any surprise that this would crash through him like an earthquake? The rising of their mutual pleasure, their climax, the unique and indescribable ecstasy of being fed from by the vampire who held his heart and soul and always would.

A shiver ran through him, aftershock tremor to the temblor that had rocked through him with his orgasm.

He was panting softly, breath an elusive and tricky thing, as he looked up at his lover, beautiful in his own release, the red of blood staining plush lips, flushing through twilight lavender skin.]

Beautiful...

[The word slipped free, unbidden, as if he could not help voicing it.] You are more beautiful every time I lay eyes on you. How is that possible?

[ There was indescribable softness for Essek within regards to Caleb, he was just as careful and guarding of both Caleb and Bren, though he no longer feared taking too much blood. He'd already sipped deep of that neck offered to him, enough feeding that would've weakened Caleb years back, but now was but like a drop, would pump more into that system within the hour.

He shifted then so that he could rest himself down against Caleb, so that they were chest to chest, he could feel the heavy breathing that the other man took while he acted as a gravity blanket to the other man. ]

And you.. you are precious to me. You will always be precious to me, I will avenge you-- just as I will help Bren avenge his parents, I will do it for you, for him.. for myself too. [ He soothed in that husky voice. ] He has bound your soul within Bren, but we will free it-- I promise.

[ A brush of lips, the honey copper taste of blood that was spiced to be Essek's favorite flavor, would always be his favorite. ] You are still my beautiful husband, you are still mine

[ Essek was starting to become heavier, he could tell that his body was starting to cave with the advent of the sun. ] I am growing tired Caleb, I will need you and Bren to hold me.. protect me through the night.

[Caleb remembered this feeling, the weight of Essek draped over him, grounding him and his anxious, racing thoughts. The world had always seemed so much gentler and brighter in these moments, and it still did. It ached in him how long Essek had been without him, how long it had been before fate had brought Bren and the pieces of Caleb locked away inside him back to the other half of his soul.]

We will do it together. You and me... all of me. [The him that was Caleb, the him that was Bren. They would find a way to let the two unite the way they were meant to.

He tilted his chin to meet that kiss, humming softly.] I will always be yours. There is nothing in this world or any other that can change that. But rest, my love. We will be here to guard you until the sun has set. I am very pleased to be able to do this now, ja? It is a privilege. [A pause to press a kiss to his lips once more, soft and fleeting and gentle.] Sleep now.

All.. of us.

[ Essek felt that darkness enfold him; it wasn't an unsettling darkness and he was used to it's arms wrapping around him; but there was warmth now to it that tickled the edges and was part and parcel of the love that both Caleb and Bren had for him-- they were different but the same. He was indeed lucky to have two parts that adored him, that wanted to protect him. Even as he fiercely wanted to protect them with every fiber of his being.

And so he was dragged sweetly into that oblivion, with Brenleb's arms securely around him. He hunted that neck, burrowing his face there and let the scent of spiced parchment and ink circle him, drift him ever downward.

Where he would stay until once again the sun kissed the horizon and night slowly took it's place.

And then he would be able to provide some much needed aftercare to Bren, after all in his drifting thoughts-- the other man had undergone transformation and was probably a bit roughed up all things told. ]

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