for Essek (lacrymaperle) - vampire/werewolf au

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[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 melted into him, into the kiss, all welcome and invitation, like it was a gift that he had been given and was overwhelmingly honored to receive. He could spend far, far too long kissing Essek Thelyss, something that he had discovered recently and did not consider a problem at all. So what if he forgot hours or nights in the grace of those lips. They would be well lost, well spent.

But the kiss ended, and Bren realized they did need to depart. He followed Essek through the building to retrieve their coats, marveling at how they managed to dodge most of the crowd that would have undoubtedly wanted to steal some more of the Shadowhand's time and attention before the evening ended.

The fact that they reached the waiting car unharried was impressive.

Coincidental or not, the flash of that thigh was not something that Bren missed. There was no chance of that happening. He settled into the backseat of the car beside his mate, relaxing back once the door was securely shut.]

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[ The car was spacious and the driver generally not one of the people back at home, for such events he always wanted a level of anonymity for his staff. Routine trips to Rexxentrum for shopping was another matter entirely and he would generally, heaven forbid, let Jester drive.

Once the door was shut securely, Essek slowly angled himself to press up against Bren as if he was made for the spot, resting his palm against the chest so that he could feel the beating heart underneath, as well as soak up the warmth of a very heat intensive body-- understandable with the revealing of Bren's wereblood, he inhaled the scent of Bren and it filled him with a light feeling, assuredly like a high.

The separation window came down for a moment, to reveal the driver's face in the rearview ]

'Home?'

[ Essek had to think about it, his fingertip tracing against a thigh, as he thought about it for a moment, licking his lower lip as with trembling fingers-- his lavender digits started to trail against inseam and a wave of lust hit him with the inclination of something ]

Just drive around Rexxentrum, and keep the window up-- I will call into the driver side when it is time to go back.

[ and then their was the sound of glass rising once again ]

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[A smile graced Bren's face as Essek settled against him. He shifted enough to wind an arm behind the drowpire, hand settling at the small of his back, finding the spot where the skirt and blouse met and letting his fingers quest beneath to trace along that soft, enticing skin, cool beneath his own warm fingers.

He had turned towards Essek, poised to beg a kiss when the window began to lower. The werewolf stilled himself and behaved while Essek spoke to the driver. Even if Essek clearly did not, as Bren could feel those fingers go wandering.

Oh.

Well. He spread his legs wider to invite more of that touch, melting into the other man's touch. He barely heard what Essek said to their driver, too tuned into the sound of that window going up. And once that he heard that he leaned close, tilting his chin to graze his lips against Essek's -- barely a touch, a subtle request for more.]

We're taking the scenic route home?

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Yes, I was hoping that you would take the scenic route home with me.

[ And then the soft press of lips as Bren's mouth found his in the inky darkness of the car, the way that Bren felt nestled close to his side and it was only a matter of time before he would slip into those arms willingly; his mate-- an agreement. There was so much that he now understood, reactions that he had which made sense before.. it was because there was something deep in him that responded to the deep within Bren Ermendrud, the feeling of magnetism that at it's core was primal and raw.

It was a pulsing golden thread between the two of them that bound them together.

And already there was a memory coming back to Essek-- not one that he physically could reach for; but something far beyond him, something that had lain dormant within him and his kind for centuries and yet right now? The tug of it responded almost naturally to his mate's DNA. His arm moved to wrap around a shoulder and he grazed his teeth lightly against a lower lip provided to him ]

I would like it if you..

[ He could feel something rising inside of him, an anticipation that coiled tight and warm within him, especially as his senses registered that the scent now, of earth and rain, but also fire.. embers and smoke. and he wanted that scent on him; he wanted to be marked by it irrevocably. ]

.. If you claimed me, if you left your ownership on me as I have on you.

[ And Essek had to admit that there had been nothing more arousing then watching Bren snap at anyone who came close, the way that he had felt protected and surrounded by his mate. It was a warm blanket, this possession and he craved the feeling of more of it-- his tongue darted out to slid against his lower lip as the anticipation fluttered between the two of them. ]

Here and now.

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Of course. I am very eager to take in the scenery...

[Bren murmured the rejoinder to Essek's lips, hand slipping up along his back, beneath that top, tracing cool skin, the curve of his spine, pressing tightly between his shoulders. It was a silent urging for Essek to move closer, to settle into his lap so that they could eliminate the space between them.

His breath caught softly at the touch of those teeth, and he smiled at the request, the wolf in him silently baying its approval and desire for exactly that. Essek was his, his mate, his world, the missing part of his soul.]

I would like that too. You are mine, Essek. My mate. My love.

[A hand slid up Essek's chest then, up over the drow's throat, up to catch that elegant, fine jaw in his hands, tilting his chin so that Bren can first claim those lips before tilting his lover's head to the side, lips taking their time exploring down the line of that jaw, down his neck. He deliberately scrapes his teeth above where one would expect a pulse, an echo of the way that Essek fed from him.]

My heart beats for you and you alone. I will not share you... [And he would lay that claim here and now, as Essek had asked him.]

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[ Now that they were alone, for the most part-- Essek was easily drawn onto that lap that was offered to him by Bren. The sweet huff of breath against his aching mouth, and then the growling whisper that Bren exhaled against his slender neck, teeth scraping. Both of his calves were planted firmly on either side of Bren's lap and he was only raised a little bit, though he had to duck his head to keep his head from hitting the top of it with how he was perched there; thankfully he had excellent situational awareness.

It also meant that Essek had not yet firmly centered himself on that lap even though his knees touched the cushion backrest of the seat behind Bren. Granted, he could feel the heat radiating from his lover and at the touch of teeth to neck and he let out a steadying moan, his arms moving to drape around those shoulders as he buried his face against ginger locks. ]

I don't want to be shared, please do not share me.. I belong to you.

[ already Essek's cock was resuming a slow hot throb, conversely he could feel his core ache in away almost primal, as if the only thing that would make it better is if Bren filled him deep inside-- and gods, he would encourage Bren in this matter, wanted the make out and feel of teeth and fingers digging into flesh ]

Mate me to you...

[ and Essek did not care how rough or filthy it was, he needed that signature on his skin, he needed to feel skin to skin and the tangible slap, there was even level of desperation to his words meant only for Bren ]

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Mine...

[Bren agreed, a throaty but undeniably pleased growl. The wolf in him thrilled in the speaking of it, in hearing it on Essek's lips, in that sweet, silken voice. I belong to you. And with an irrevocable certainty, Bren could feel it echo in his heart. He belonged to Essek. He had always belonged to Essek, and he always would.

His hands dropped to settle at Essek's waist, sliding down to his hips. His teeth still worried against that spot, not hard enough to break the skin, but certainly with the intent to leave Essek marked by his presence. But it went beyond that. The taste of the drowpire's skin was intoxicating, a perfect drug that Bren would gladly be addicted to for the rest of his days.

A shiver tore through him at that request -- or was it a command? -- bursting from his heart, racing the course of each inch of his veins and pooling as a low, throbbing heat in his prick.]

Yes... gods yes. I want to claim you as mine.

[Hands slid down his thighs, pressing into flesh, urging that skirt up once more. He lifted his head up look at him, eyes wide, pupils blown.]

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[ Bren was verily in luck for it was a command, one that Essek did not want ignored in the slightest-- but it was also an invitation that whatever lay between Essek's thighs was his for the taking, the claiming.

As Bren pushed the skirt up, so that it bunched against thighs, there would be the sweetest fragrance, it has not yet come into fullness but it was something that would make itself known even more fully the closer the full moon came-- it was both familiar and unfamiliar all the same-- the nuances of that scent, what it meant, how closely it tied in to the mating process, the bonding process.

How it was something that had lain dormant in the Kryn drow for hundreds of years since their first contact with the Luxon-- and yet was rising to the surface in response to his mate. But in honesty, the way that Essek had responded to Bren-- this had been but a foregone conclusion. This would've happened irregardless, that awakening.

They would slot together like two puzzle pieces created by time ]

I feel on fire for you, M'hrandii.. only you. [ he was pushing his hand past the fabric of shirt, slipping in the cracks so this palm could find chest and he could make a slow circle against the hair there, the fascination absolute even as his mouth hovered so close to Bren's-- close enough that the lashes could he seem pillowed against tops of cheeks, and every soft freckle was illuminated by the moonlight ]</smalli

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[The new scent was unmistakable, at least for the werewolf who was already so keyed up and tuned in to everything about this perfect, beautiful creature he had claimed as his mate. Who had claimed him in turn. He did not entirely understand the significance of the fragrance that sang to him so enticingly, only knew that he loved it.

His hands run up Essek's thighs, beneath that hitched up skirt to find the lacy little nothing of Essek's panties, following them back to his ass, tracing down between the cleft of his cheeks, less interested in removing the garment so much as slipping it aside so his fingers can find that tight pucker, teasing there.]

Only me... [He agreed with a growl creeping into his voice.] I want to be inside you, Liebling. Do we have anything?

[How well stocked was this very fancy car, Essek? If not, Bren would have to improvise, but so long as he had Essek against him he would be content. He lifted his chin so that their lips just barely ghosted together, teeth catching at that beautifully plush lower lip.]

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[ a gasp, soft and sweet from those lips to huff out against Bren's-- the way he pressed tighter to the other man while he felt the bite of teeth. Normally the predator, suddenly he was breathlessly fascinated by Bren's possessive streak and he arched himself against as well as pushed his hips back near greedily against Bren's warm hot body that sung of fire and desire.

When his eyes opened, it was to look down at Bren through barely slitted eyes, and then his fingers curled in locks of hair and pulled it back as tresses slid through his hands and he got such a grip there-- he was rubbing his hips backward while he searched for any hint of touch that could reinforce his need to be owned right now. ]

No, I do not..

[ the seats were spacious though and in his heat induced languor, he recognized it ]

I could shift and present myself to you, and you could.. use your mouth?

[ for a Drow who was undergoing something akin to long supressed mating instincts, that was a great idea, especially when their own lover was susceptible to such proclivities ]

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[The way Essek reacted beneath his touch was the sweetest thing that he had ever known. The sounds that fell from those perfect lips were as precious as any gems or pearls could be, and Bren would gather them with eagerness, hold them in his memory. He teased the tip of his tongue in a soft, soothing touch along his lips where he'd just bitten. He wanted to devour him entirely, thought he might go mad if he didn't.

His hands gripped at that pert and frankly perfect ass, and he looked up at the other man with a sharpened gaze, blue eyes heated and fixed on that face, a hunter who had spotted his quarry and intended to chase it down and claim it as his own. Bren was a predator, sharp-edged, tooth and claw, but he would never hurt his love -- but oh he would stake his claim, would leave no doubt in either of their minds that Essek was his.

That suggestion drew a grown from him because there was nothing he wanted more than to take the other man apart.]

Yes... let me see you, how you need me. I will make you ready for me.

[He'd have Essek a begging mess for him, if he had his way. Essek wasn't the only one deep in his instinct. The wolf in him desperately wanted Essek on his hands and knees, wanted that ass presented to him, offer and invitation that Bren would never dream of refusing.]

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[ Thankfully the car was spacious, there was room to maneuver and to drape; as if Essek Thelyss would ever travel as a passenger in a car that did not take into account that he did enjoy room to stretch out. Except he knew that he was being hunted-- his own eyes dilated slightly even as he swallowed-- a thick sounded thing; arousal hit him hard in his abdomen, traveling down his navel to fight against the rather flimsy confines of his underthings.

The lace was already a mess of precome, damp and hot from being between his thighs.

His fingers found a way into that collar and then he twisted them in the fine fabric and he leaned down to press his plush lips open mouthed against his lover's, tasting the growl there and his tongue moving to lick against the edges of teeth in something that was not meant to have finesse. This was not even a moment where finesse was applicable-- that kiss spoke it all: that Essek wanted exactly what Bren would dish out for him, all of his sharp and rough edges.

That he could take those. ] You had better.. I will accept nothing less from my mate.

[ And then Essek climbed off Bren's lap, a flash of thighs amid the high boots, one leg off the seat and the other poised and balanced on his calve, he held on to the side of the door and then he looked over at Bren with smudged plum lips and hair somewhat unruly, debauched-- and bared for Bren was where he'd pulled fabric back-- the ass he had dubbed perfect and spread open like a feast. ] Yours.. to consume...

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[Bren's lips stretched into a smile as those fingers twisted into his collar and held him in that kiss. Good. He didn't want finesse right now, wanted that primal need that was driving both of them, all instinct and desire and a growing desperation to fully claim.

He was breathless by the time that Essek released him and moved off his lap. He watched the drowpire with blue eyes sharpened by desire, so entirely caught up in the other man, the effortless beauty in every movement. Elegant even in his debauched, wanton state.

Another growl rose in Bren's throat, the wolf in him more than ready to consume, to devour and prove to his mate who he belonged to, who he would always belong to. He spared a moment just looking at him, eyes raking over every angle of his body like it was a work of art that begged to be appreciated. Then he was in motion, hands running up those thighs to settle at either cheek of that -- yes, very very perfect -- ass, spreading him further so that he could lean in and lave his tongue against his entrance.

This close, everything in the world has distilled down to Essek to everything about him. Another drag of his tongue, fingers kneading where they grip.]

Mine. My mate... [He spared a moment to bite at one cheek, to leave a mark there before plunging himself back in to licking and teasing at that hole, spreading slick saliva as he did, eager for this perfectly presented feast.]

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[ Essek had not quite expected this and the sound that he made was nearly unholy in it's tenor, the sweetness of the tongue-- how wet and filthy that tongue felt as it spread slick against his entrance; and Essek was gripping against the seat as he shifted his head to mouth against the back of the seat, to let out a soft moan that reverberated, and then he pushed his hips back greedily. His skin was warm, would be made warmer by Bren's ministrations.

The bite caused him to hiss but that was neither pain either.

The scent that drifted from him was something primal, it was a call to the werewolf. A enticing fragarance that was born of the need to mate, to claim-- his hips rolling. ] I ache for you..

[ And he did, he ached-- it was something settled deep into core, the desire to have Bren rutting against him as if they were nothing more than raging beasts. His fingers dug into squabs of the seat, and he rent it with sharp nails only briefly-- he would leave marks there but he would also pay the driver handsomely for any repairs that the interior needed ] The only thing that will take this ache away is you..

[ And yet, to satiate himself-- he knew he would have to ache with the pounding of Bren's prick as it struck home over and over again ]

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[The scent of him, filling his senses, was something beyond intoxicating. It called to something so deep inside Bren that he couldn't even put a name to it. It defied things so paltry as words, ancient and primal and certain. This was his mate, and he would have him here and now and forever. And Essek would have him in turn.]

I won't leave you aching...

[Bren promised him, leaving a gentle kiss against the bite that he left before he return his attention to plying his tongue at that tight hole, beginning to press the dip inside, eager to lick his way inside him, to take the other man apart until he was a mess for him, until he was ready to beg him to fuck him, to claim him over and over again.

One hand slipped around Essek's hip, around front to find the drow's arousal, to press his palm to the length he found there, so prettily wrapped in that delicate, and by now precome-soaked, lace.]

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[ That tongue dipped inside, rough and yet slick and why did it feel like each lap drew a fire deep within him, an ember that threatened of a raging fire, and all he could do was clutch to seat while his thighs spread even more and his chest dipped lower onto the seat; he was bared so filthily for Bren and that lace, gods that lace stretched tight against him. How could a slip of fabric both bare his pert rosebud and balls for Bren's mouthings to continue and yet trap his arousal unforgivingly against his navel.

He sighed breathlessly as he felt a warm hand cover him, and then that sigh turned into a sweet keening.

But this aching was so good, and despite it all-- he could feel warmth fill him and perhaps that was just the transference of heat; with Bren's excess filtrating Essek's own surfeit so that balance occurred organically. And still, Bren's scent surrounded him, marked him and Essek had a feeling that he would also hold that fragrance around and deep inside.

His consort, his life. ]

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[Bren was lost in this, lost in everything about Essek, all his senses full of him. And oh he would eagerly glut himself on the other man, let the world fade away until all that existed for him was his mate. His perfect, beautiful mate who had presented himself so eagerly and wantonly for him.

He twisted his tongue deeper into that tight passage, slowly fucking him with it, waiting as that tight ring began to soften for him. The sounds were wet and obscene, echoing loudly in the small space of the backseat as Bren lost himself in eating him out. He would take his time with this, would make sure that his lover was eager and ready for him, pleading for more of him before he gave it to him properly. A low growl rose in his throat, all eager pleasure and less-than-subtle possessiveness. His.

His hand kneaded at that lace-trapped arousal, fingertips teasing over the head of his prick, smearing the beads of pearlescent liquid he found there, making an utterly debauched mess of this beautiful creature. His mate. His heart.]

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[ Essek had not felt so sticky and wantom in a good long while and perhaps it was the pheremones that dripped off of Bren, the heat generated by sweat as well as the juncture between Essek's lavender thighs, bared for the wolf. He moaned and it was a keening sound as he arched his hips back, a moan and a precious whine escaping his lips as he arched and undulated.

Honestly, Essek had no clue why this act made him feel so tignt and hot and needy. He did not realize that it wae the souls way of branding them irrevocably to each other, and he needed Bren-- it literally pulsed through him and he arched his hips even more to accept the tongue that licked him out. His mouth opened slightly and then when he finally found his words within the haze, it felt like an echo to him. ]

If you keep doing that, I am going to come.. [ Not that it would be a problem, but well he knew that Bren had not reached his completion yet, and there was a part of him that craved that moment of connection where they were nearly one being. It felt like each moment they were not connected was a moment that he was in pain and the only one who could soothe him was Bren. ] I

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[It was music, better than any song that Bren had heard, more musical than the rise of howls beneath a full moon. This was his mate, the greater part of his soul, finally back in his arms. Still trapped away, Caleb could only agree with this. He had never had the instincts of a werewolf, but feeling them fixed on his soulmate, well, it made nothing but perfect sense to him. Another bond forged between them that nothing would break, despite Trent Ikithon's best attempts to do so.

Bren meanwhile was caught up in every instinct of the beast within him. The scent of Essek flooding his senses, that perfect twilit skin dusted with starry freckles, presented so perfectly to him. A gift, a gift that was more precious than anything he could imagine.

A smile stretched over his lips at those words. One hand ran up along his ass, gathering the slick saliva gathering there, a finger teasing at his hole as he leaned back to speak.]

Good. Come for me, starlight... let me use your seed to fuck you properly.

[His other hand continued its deliberate attention at Essek's cock, kneading, stroking him, pressing that length flat against that taut stomach, through the lacy fabric still mostly containing him.]

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Ah~

[ Those relentless fingers stroking him, the lace as it bite against his arousal that throbbed to the touch, throbbed with the blood that he had consumed earlier from Bren's flushed skin. It was blood that carried him through further than normal blood. Even if it had been Caleb, the blood would've sufficed him not very long at all before he needed a new infusion, another bite. But he was already still riding on the blood from the car ride to the event, and it had been such a miniscule amount.

The drowpire was riding the wave of Bren's fingers stroking him and he let out such a moan as his precome dripped through fabric, wetting Bren's palm, everything about him slick while he parted his thighs, spreading them further and positioned in such a way that his back curved downward.

Perhaps in any other circumstances he would've been shamed that he could come so fast for his werewolf lover, but he was too gone to care and as he heard Bren's coaxing, he released with a sigh that turned into a keening cry that was barely bitten back-- and though the sound was muffled, it would be heard by the driver because it filled the backseat as he spilled ropes within his lace panties, against Bren's palm, and splashed right against the fine fabric of those seats. ]

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[Bren growled his approval as Essek arched so perfectly for him, the way those thighs spread wider apart, offered so perfectly for him. His tongue continued its assault on his hole, feasting and intent on devouring him entirely if the obscenely wet sounds he made were any indication. That cry struck straight to the core of him, but he stroked his lover through his climax, catching as much of his seed as he could in his palm.]

Such a mess, Liebling... so perfect for me, so beautiful like this...

[Bren leaned back just enough that he could reach a now come-slick finger to tease against Essek's entrance, slowly beginning to work it inside, eased by the slickness of the other man's spend.

Essek may have come, but Bren showed no intent to ease up on him at all. He wanted him, wanted to fuck him, claim him, fill him with his seed.]

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[ Biology like this should never have been a possibility and yet, here it was-- Essek's more primal drow tendancies, something that was by all intents and purposes extinct, laid buried with genetics, was now at it's forefront and he was rutting against Bren's fingers, and still Bren was not done, and he was not finished either. He had it in him, he knew it-- and he wanted Bren inside of him, throbbing and hot.

That body to cover him, teeth to his neck while their bodies grew sticky and stuck together.

All he could do was whimper and push himself back while his thighs dripped with seed and sweat from a previous feeding earlier in the evening when they had been in this same car. Essek keened once again, digging his fingers into leather and it was like a plea and a question posed to Bren's more dominant nature. In this moment it was Bren's turn to ruin Essek, to imprint on him indelibly-- to mate.

Essek knew he was a mess, a dripping mess with his hair touseled and come splattered on his thighs and ever downward to pull, and as he looked to the side, Bren could see his profile-- the lips parted, the teeth digging into his lower lip, a curl brushing against his sinfully high cheekbone. His stance was vulnerable, in this moment he was the one to be protected even as he needed to be claimed ]

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[Whatever trick of biology and fate had brought them to this place, where a werewolf and a vampire were joining together as mates, as soulmates, where the forgotten instincts of the drow responded to the insistent, needing cry of the wolf, it was a miracle and one that Bren would be eternally grateful for. He watched a moment longer, drinking in the sight of his lover rutting against his fingers as he moved them mercilessly inside him.

And that was as far as his control could last. The beast inside took over, a low growl of sound as he withdrew his fingers, stroked slick fingers along his own length before positioning himself at that hole, blunt head nudging there, barely a momentary teasing before he was moving to drive himself inside, hard, intent on hilting himself fully in that tight body in one continuous slide. It was need more than desire now, to be inside him, to claim, to breed, to mate.

He tipped forward, one arm wrapping around a slender waist to pull Essek back against him, tongue dragging along the perfect arch of that neck before he bit, the spot where neck and shoulder met.]

Mine...

[He breathed quietly. And oh he would protect his love, would be his loyal, lethal guard dog should he need it. But more than that, in this, he would guard carefully the heart that had been entrusted to him, would keep Essek in his arms as the precious, beautiful treasure that he was.]

My love. My mate.

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[ There was no preamble and no ceremony.

When Bren slid home hot and hard, Essek's own cheek turned to press against the leather of the seat. A gasp followed by a whimper the moment that he could feel Bren's chest to his back and with there being no space now between them. It was no longer anything that could be controlled, from here on it was fueled by instincts. Instincts that had him rolling his hips backward and feeling that cockhead as it hit his prostate, but not only that he could hear Bren's breath against his ear, huffed and panting.

And then teeth against his neck and there was such a rush of pleasure, and why was it that Bren hit a nerve so perfectly that had him struggling to fuck backwards, like some uncontrollable mate underneath Bren and driven solely by sweet hedonistic pleasure. ]

Bren.. please.. fuck.. please-- I need.

[ He could not properly convey that he desired to be ruined by Bren just as he had ruined Bren, would continue to ruin. He wanted a mutual ruination, complete and absolute-- with little room for doubt ]

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[Bren wondered, with what little bit of his brain was cooperating with his ability to form any sort of coherent thought, if Essek had any idea what he was doing to him? Each movement, the way the other man rutted back against him, like he was desperate for him, desperate to feel the way Bren's cock filled him, reshaped that body to accept him, to be claimed by him, it drove the werewolf mad.

A low growl was breathed against his skin, even as his teeth were still gripping at the back of his neck. But he released to nuzzle there at the bitemark that'd he left.]

I know, Liebling. I know what you need and I will give it to you, all of it...

[To punctuate that promise he have a deliberate roll of his hips, grinding into Essek's ass, rutting as deep as he could. He drew back slowly before thrusting fully inside him, hard enough that their bodies met with an audible slap, and then again and again.]