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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[A soft shake of his head, and he held Essek's gaze. If anyone understood guilt and regret, it was Caleb Widogast. And for everything that had happened, none of it was Essek's fault.]

My love... no. There was nothing you could have done. I am only glad that you are safe, that you have lived... that we have found each other again.

[He tightened his arms around Essek as the drowpire buried his face in his neck, trying to keep at least some of the desperation out of his hold, how badly he needed to hold him, to keep him close while he could.]

I know. We will find a way to be together fully, the way we are meant to. I--

[Caleb cut off as he was pushed back as he found himself looking up at his husband straddling his legs. Oh. Blue eyes went wide, pupils quickly coming to nearly subsume the cerulean.]

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[ The terror when he realized he had been too late, that the burden of the sun had prevented him from making it in time; even after years, he'd still been considered such a fledgling. The lethargic nature of his limbs, the scent of smoke, the standing there too late as the house had consumed Caleb and his family and he'd fallen to his knees as grief completely wrapped around him. No, despite Caleb's words-- Essek still could not absolve himself of that though he would speak no more of it.

He'd done the only thing he could've, become better-- faster and stronger. Far more equipped to face whatever it was that came his way. He had thralls, people who protected his interest, his reach extended within even the sphere of daylight; technology had made it easier.

Bren would be protected this time, and that delicate soul that veined upward throughout his mate's, his husband's. The air that this man breathed was precious to him, had always been; and he would fight to make sure that existence continued to breath, to live. ] Why do you look so surprised, Caleb Widogast?

[ Essek shifted just a bit; now he was wearing one of Bren's shirts now, just as he had worn Caleb's. A tunic that barely skirted the top of his thigh, leaving just enough concealed unless he stretched upward. Those palms came to rest against naked chest and then he slowly made a gliding circle against it. ] No doubt this body is exhausted, but surely you can understand that I am a little bit greedy to be with my husband again-- it has been so long. [ And Essek made a little mrrrrh of satisfaction at the way that Caleb responded, favorably, to his actions; he would've stopped if there had been any sign of discomfort.

There was also a little bit of drow heat thrown into the mix which invariably had been triggered by the proximity to Bren's very feral pheremones. Looks like Caleb may have woken up at the perfect time, though Essek was nothing if not careful and considerate. ] If you are too tired though, I also understand..

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[Caleb took the moment to fully take in the sight before him, his gorgeous husband, exactly as he remembered him, but still more vibrant and perfect than any memory could have ever been. Even if he'd been so close, he was still shut away behind the barrier that Ikithon had trapped him behind, aware but not a part of the world around him.

But now, for however long this brief reprieve lasted, he was.

His eyes caught on the way that shirt threatened to expose just barely hidden secrets, secrets that Caleb Widogast knew oh too well. His breath caught on a groan as those hands moved over his chest.]

It has been far too long.

[He agreed. When Essek offered that very considerate note, Caleb reached out to wrap his hands around slim hips and pull Essek down hard, so that their hips rolled together, so the drow would be very intimately aware of how not at all tired Caleb was, especially his prick which was already rising to the occasion.]

Nein. I am very awake.

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[ He'd been poised, not quite taking a seat yet against Caleb's arousal-- because he was still very mindful of the recovery period of a werewolf; it had been relaxing in some parts, he would never forget the way that the other man had curled up against him, the soft murmur of the noises that Bren had been able to make. But also he had heard the slight whimpers of pain from a body that was attempting to reconfigure itself.

So when he was brought down, his ass coming rather firmly down against Caleb's cock, so that it was wedged rather neatly, the soft velvet of Essek's balls, the cleft of that rear--- tucked against him like a promise of desire.

There was absolutely no way that Caleb was anything if not absolutely ramrod stiff. ]

I do recall this was always one of our favorite positions.

[ The sharpened tip of a nail lightly scrapped against the hardened nub of a nipple, flicking at it painfully while he rolled his hips, his eyes brazenly meeting Caleb's blue eyes as if he never wanted to let go of that gaze, all heady and starving. ]

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I recall that too.

[Caleb's voice had gone strained, roughened with the sudden flood of lust and desire that raced through him in a dizzying rush as Essek rolled his hips against him, as he felt his cock slide perfectly along his ass. A hiss escaped at the flick at a nipple, and Caleb let himself arch up against the other man, rolling his hips to let his prick slide again and then again along that cleft, so close to what he wanted but still only a pantomime of it.]

It is because of the view.

[He admitted, hands moving to run down Essek's thighs, up again to hold at those slender hips once more. His eyes joined in the caress, running up and then down the man poised above him.]

Is it the most beautiful sight I can imagine.

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I do not know, the view I currently have is rather compelling if I do say so myself.

[ Essek's, no Bren's own tunic, barely clung to him, part of it slipping off his shoulders. He'd always loved wearing Caleb's clothing because they'd been warm and comfortable, coats and scarves, sweaters and lounge pants that were a bit too long on him. It was not the mere comfort but it was also the scent of them, of cloves and oranges, of paper and ink. Even Bren could not escape that scent, and it would linger against his skin.

Unbidden but never unwanted.

His slender fingers pulled at the buttons then and then more of Essek's chest was revealed, the smattering of star freckles against collarbone, and his own hair slightly tousled and nowhere near it's customary neatened stylings.

And Essek did undulate in perfect sync with his husband, rolling against those hips as if he was riding against a wave; a wave that he wanted to carry him away. Another few buttons undone and then the shirt fell naturally open to reveal the line of Essek's torso, the long slender prick that jutted forth, the little triangle of hair pointing downward, and then above that the toned stomach. ] I ache for you, I want to feel your hands on me.

[ Reaching for Caleb's hand then, moving it to press palm flat against his chest so that the man could feel the rapid beating of his thrumming heart. ]

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[Caleb had always loved Essek in his clothes, and now was no exception. Technically yes, it was Bren's shirt, but Bren and he were meant to be one in the same. They were, in many ways, and eventually they would be completely, united by the love they shared for this remarkable, exquisite creature currently perched atop him.

His gaze lingered in undisguised hunger as the drow disrobed, drawing down, along star-scattered skin as more and more was revealed to him, lingering on that elegant cock , already hard for him, already in need of his touch.

And Caleb would not deny it.

He let his hand be guided, pressed flat to where he could indeed feel the sweet rhythm of that heartbeat beneath his palm.]

I ache for you too, Sternenlicht. Body and soul I yearn for you.

[And in this small miraculous moment, a window of existence and connection, he would try to sate that ache for the both of them. His hand began a slow drag downwards, down until he could press his palm against the drow's prick, calloused fingers wrapping around his length.]

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[ He felt his husband's hand on his body, the roughened palm and the hitch of breath that incited an equal response within himself, his eyes felt heavy though not with somnus; rather it was with desire and it left his limbs slightly drunk with pleasure and need. His heartbeat was fueled by the sustenance that he had taken from the other man, the blood that pulsed through him far stronger than that which had been Caleb's human blood.

As fingers enrobed him, he started to roll his hips into it. Though he was careful for he knew that it was likely that the other man's limbs ached due to the transformation, already his prick was singing sweetly with tears of salt as it arched against palm. ]

It is finally safe for me to fall asleep in your arms before I slip under.

[ A luxury that Caleb had never truly gotten, what with fear within Essek's own psyche for even accidentally hurting him, but now with Bren's existance and his were nature-- Caleb would be able to hold him and shelter him without fear of harm. And how wonderful was that, to be given that singular gift of trust. ]

You deserve that gift so very much, and I will give it to you. [ And then Essek's hand reached down so that he could twine his fingers through those locks of red, sliding and then clenching softly until he could massage against that scalp, and all the while he was rolling his hips as if he was riding Caleb's thighs. ]

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[The ache of limbs did not matter. Caleb could feel again, could touch his husband properly with this time borrowed from a slumbering Bren. He knew they would find a way to bring them into unity, as they were meant to be, but for this moment he was extraordinarily grateful to be free from the corner of Bren's mind where he'd been bound up and locked away.

He smiled at those words.]

It is an incredible gift, to not have to release you to the dawn.

[And with Bren being the creature that he was, he could protect his lover better now, could become strong enough to stand against the forces that had tried so intently to separate them.

But it was hard to think of anything right now but Essek, about those fingers in his hair, about the way Essek's hips rolled against him. His own hand squeezed gently at the prick within them, coaxing more of that precious pearlescent precome from his member, his touch sliding more slickly now over the length of him.]

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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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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?

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[ 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.

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[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.

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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. ]