Brooks was at his wit’s end,  between her flashbacks and her mood swings he was running out of options.  He dialed the number he was told to dial only in the direst emergencies.  And then waited.  He’d grabbed a bottle of wine and found a hidden corner in the house,  trying not to wince too hard when he heard things crashing and breaking, or her screaming. 

It was only about twenty to thirty minutes before he arrived. Slipping his key into the lock and letting himself in. Kohl-smeared eyes looked around until he found the angular, twink form, folded in the corner with a fist around a glass of wine. 

“How long has it been?” Narayan greeted.

“Hours, like I told you in the text. I tried to calm her every way  I knew how, every way she’d asked me to reassure her when she gets like this.  It was futile.”

“I mean, how long has it been since she’s been quiet.”

Brooks blinked. “Oh.  I hadn't noticed it had gone quiet.”

His blue eyes widened and he set the wine glass down and tried to listen.  The other man sucked in a breath then swore quietly under his breath in some other language then took the stairs two at a time to her room.  Brooks raced after him, the concern flooding his veins,  his anxiety panic-paddling the stream, already fearing the worst.

“Narayan, wait!”

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Saura Dharani was sitting in the corner of her destroyed room dazed like she was out of fuel,  just staring at nothing, dissociated and still. Too still - concerningly still, that Narayan stepped quietly as he entered the room, like a hunter not wanting to spook the prey into running away or in this case do something stupid and rash.  

“Saura?” Brooks called out gently. “Narayan is here,” he added. He stayed hovering near the door, letting the other man take control of the situation.  Narayan moved with an eerie feline grace over the scattered debris of her bedroom, not disturbing a single crumbled piece of paper or  broken book spine.  

Sensing him somehow, Saura’s eyes glared up at the sight of movement. Narayan froze.  She growled and launched at him, screaming,  and he grabbed her, pinning her arms to her body and backing her to the wall.  “Be quiet,” he commanded. And she whimpered into silence, wilting almost submissively in his grip.  

“Is this how you treat Brooks’s hospitality?”

“I …”

“Look at the fucking mess you made, Saura,  Look at the mess and look at Brooks.”

Obeying, Saura looked around at everything.  The room was destroyed. Absolutely destroyed. And Brooks stood in the doorframe, looking more nakedly anxious than she’d ever seen him.  It broke her heart to see him that way.  He was afraid of her. Her worst nightmare had come true.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Narayan admonished. 

Saura mouthed a nonverbal apology to Brooks.  He nodded, and the emotional nakedness disappeared behind whatever psychic armor he typically wore, But at that moment, it felt like a closed door. It felt like she’d fucked everything up and the storms started in her mind again. She thrashed in Narayan’s arms.  

His grip tightened.  “Brooks, would you mind leaving us alone for a few minutes please.”

“Sure. I’ll be downstairs if you need me,” he answered as if on autopilot. His voice was hollow and flat.  Closing the door, he took the stairs two at a time to go back to his corner and curl up with his wine. Blinking back the canine therian instinct to shed skin for fur and run this out til his world felt somewhat normal again.  He took another long swallow of the bitter but robust red wine, growling a frustrated fog into the glass.  

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“You really mustn’t let your Beast get this … starved, Saura.  Why do you do this to yourself? Why do you get so dysregulated that you destroy things?”

Saura just wilted in his arms. "I don't know," she pouted.

“Well, I can pacify you tonight but I can’t do more than that.”

Her eyes dilated. “Pacifier sounds soo good.”

“I thought so.  No teeth, this time, alright?”

Narayan slowly released her arms  and unfastened his pants, taking a step back enough for her to slide down to her knees.  

His gasp once she started to suck him, made him flail a hand out to the wall to brace himself.  Her rhythm was demanding and she inhaled his full length with each pump of her demonic lips. Sucking with a kind of preternatural force that she didn’t have to move her body at all. Her breath was just  pulling him toward her, like a kind of gravity.  Narayan was edging already,. He felt his energy being inhaled  -- swallowed down with heavy gulps. It made him more and more lightheaded and high.  He sucked in another breath. 

Through their donor/sire bond he communicated empathically that he was close to release.  She sucked harder to indicate that she understood, and held longer when she had him fully sheathed.  His ballsac was sticky with her dripping drool as she devoured more and more of his soul. 

She sucked so hard on his body as if he were a living pacifier for what she called her ‘libido problem’.  Normally he’d let her peg him til he couldn’t walk for days.  But he could tell by how Brooks explained the situation, she just needed to be pacified.  And what greater pacifier was there for a pouty succubus than a thick, throbbing cock?