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Pain.
Sharp flashes of pain.
Slowly, Horus came to consciousness, although he had a thought of preferring not to, given the circumstances.
As it was, he found himself bound, wounded in several places, ears ringing and eyes having trouble focussing.
He could hear movement from someone around him, more than one, his senses told him, but little more. He assessed his injuries, and was astounded to find that his superior genhancements was unable to heal his injuries - it made his wound on Davin’s moon come to mind. Along with the less than pleasant memories along with it.
Although Horus was disoriented, he was too skilled and battle hardened warrior to be totally unaware of his surroundings.
There was an acrid smell of smoke, dirt and the metallic scent of both stale and fresh blood, the latter coming from himself.
Sounds, of voices and steps came from all around him, but a distance away.
Not much light filtered through his eyelids, leaving Horus unsure if he was simply inside, or it was night. Or maybe a combination of the two, he could not tell yet.
His hands were bound at the wrists, behind his back, and then more bindings around his massive arms and shoulders. His legs remained unbound, which could help Horus - all of him were weapons, could kill if he willed it so.
But that was about the only good news.
The side of his face was wet, presumably with blood, and he could feel the pangs of pain from a large cut above his eyebrow, spanning down towards his jaw.
Finally, he had enough control over his body for him to open his eyes, blinking rapidly as they tried to adjust.
He was inside, in a dimly lit room. The light source was primarily a fireplace and a few lights scattered here and there. It was a stony room, cold and drafty.
And someone stood in the shadows, talking in a guttural language, not sounding familiar.
“Who..” he started to speak, yet his voice broke. But it did accomplish what he wanted: his captors turned towards him and came closer.
“Apologies for your… rough welcome,” one of the beings said, in a low, hissing voice. As they stepped into the light, Horus could see that they were humanoid - but twisted by the warp.
“But you see…” the other carried on, “it was the best way to speak to you alone, without any..” the being held a pause, before hissing again, with poison in its voice “interruptions.”
Interruptions? Horus pondered what they could mean with that. His men? His brothers?
“And,” he forced his voice out through his lips, “you had to drag me here, in this state? For what, a meeting?” As charismatic as he usually was, none of it was anywhere to be found as he spoke.
“Ahh yes, again, our apologies,” the first being spoke and gestured, as if being genuinely remorseful - yet Horus doubted it felt such emotion. “Our fellows got too excited. Imagine, bringing down the Warmaster!”
Imagine that , Horus thought scornfully.
The other being moved snake-like and nodded. “Of course, bringing you here was not without its costs. You are a formidable foe, Warmaster Horus, and slew many of our fighters. Fortunately, even as grand fighters Primarchs are... you can still be brought down.”
“How?” he growled.
The being tsk’ed. “Now, that would be telling,” it chided and wagged a finger at him.
He could feel the simmering rage begin to boil within him.
They had captured and beat him.. for a meeting?!
Forcing himself to calm, he took a deep breath. “What of my men?” he inquired, voice in a more pleasant tone, as much as he hated it.
The second being made an angry sound.
“Your.. M̴̪̔͠ͅè̴̢̛͚͍̼̭̑͐̔ń̵͔͑̉̌̚ are.. safe,” it forced out. “Most of them are only wounded, as they were.. less than pleased with our taking of you, but we have them here. More or less”
A breath escaped his chest, feeling heavy. He trusted his men, knew how skilled they were - but these beings had captured him . Horus . The thought alone was preposterous, yet it was just so: him captured and bound.
So of course, he would worry for the wellbeing of his warriors, sons.
He was moved to rest on his knees, finally off the cold stone floor.
“More or less?”
“Well,” it slithered close, with an appeasing tone, “as I said, they weren’t pleased. Not all kept their heads.”
The two snickered, a malicious glee radiating from them. Horus sneered, “and I promise you, I will not leave here without yours.”
Somehow, he got the feeling they were amused more than terrified. Like adults appeasing a child proclaiming themselves a mighty warrior.
“As you say, Warmaster.”
The rage within kept roaring, demanding his captor's blood. He kept a tight hold on his rage, knowing it wouldn’t help him at that moment.
“What do you want from me?” he asked.
But before the beings could answer him, faint sounds of explosions sounded.
“You said you captured my men?” he questioned, since the beings seemed as surprised by the explosions as he was.
“They can’t come to your aid, if that’s your hope,” one sneered, but kept their faces towards the closed door.
“And you didn’t issue a broadcast or any proclamation that I have been captured?”
That made the beings turned their heads back towards him.
“Yes, to keep those off-world from coming to your aid.”
Horus furrowed his brow. Yes, he left plenty of his men behind at the Vengeful Spirit , his closest had been brought to surface along with him. But still, it was rather bold of his captors to assume his Astartes wouldn’t burn down the world to get him.
The thought made him chuckle loud, and when asked, he answered.
“We showed them your beaten and bleeding body, with the warning of what would happen if they disregard our orders,” they responded in turn.
The explosions came closer, and along with them, sounds of gunfire.
He knew the song of those rounds fired.
The sound of his legion.
With that knowledge, Horus actually laughed, a loud bellow.
All of his closest - his most loyal - and persuasive captains were planetside with him.
Except of course..
“LUPERCAL!” he heard, the roar vibrated through whatever building held him.
The faint answering LUPERCAL sounded as if coming from a thousand or more throats, and he couldn’t help the pleased smirk.
“Oh dear. You should have kept my capture a secret,” he chided the now nervous beings.
“We have your..”
Horus cut them off with a condescending tone, “yes my men. Not all of them, as you said. But unfortunately for you, the one who wasn’t, is the one best left behind. And you committed a cardinal sin.”
“WHAT!?” was screeched at him.
“You wounded me and threatened my life,” Horus explained, as if to a child, “and while that is a surefire way to anger and enrage all of my legion, he is especially fearsome.”
He rolled his shoulders as much as he was able to, being tied up as he was.
“Only he is allowed to kill me.”
“Your own man?”
Horus shrugged. “He’s very, very angry with me at the moment. The thought of murdering me has undoubtedly crossed his mind, but! Only by his hand will soothe his anger.”
Confusion and disbelief radiated from his captors. “You allow such a man near you?”
“Well I did leave him behind.”
Again, the call of Lupercal sounded, this time much closer.
“Now, while I would have liked to know the reasons behind this.. lovely rendezvous, it would seem my time here is being cut short,” Horus said, pleased with the angry and nervous twitching from the beings near the door.
They grabbed weapons, and one moved behind him, putting a blade to his throat. Horus lifted an eyebrow, “that won’t save you,” he said sardonically. The blade nicked him, and he felt a tiny drop of blood drip down.
With extreme prejudice, the door flew off its hinges, shattering into tiny pieces. Smoke billowed in, and the acrid scent filled his nose.
Through the opening strode a fully armoured Astartes inside, chainsword drawn and held ready for attack. The dark grey colour was achingly familiar, as was the man inside it.
“Let. The. Warmaster. Go.” the warrior demanded, voice hard and dripping with malice.
Garviel Loken was a sight for sore eyes.
With his face hidden behind his helmet, nothing but his voice and posture spoke of his uncontained rage.
Horus took in the sight.
While Loken wasn’t the biggest of Astartes, in that moment, his majesty and glory rivaled that of his Primarch brothers.
With dents and splatters of blood adorning his armour, he looked the very image of a war god, and Horus was unable to tear his eyes away.
When Loken strode inside the room, Horus could see the familiar powersuit of Abbadon, following right behind, with more familiar visors following.
Again, Loken spoke:
“Let the Warmaster go, and I promise you, your deaths will be quick.”
The beings hissed in response.
“Oh, as if that's such a bargain!”
The gray helmet tilted to one side. “It is. Because if you don’t, I’ll let Ezekyle here,” he gestured behind him with a shrug of his shoulder, “do whatever he wants with you. And I somehow doubt that will be any sort of pleasant.”
“It won’t,” sneered Abbadon, weapons drawn and ready.
With the magnanimosity befitting of a king, Horus drawled. “It would do you well to listen to my men.”
“NEVER!” was the screeching answer.
Horus sighed, as if disappointed. “Oh. Well, you were warned.”
The following battle could not even be called so, with how quick and one sided it was.
Slaughter would be a more befitting term.
Loken and the men around him had launched themselves at their foes with a stunning swiftness, the kind where one's eyes could barely follow the movements.
Horus, however, was too skilled and honed to miss anything.
It was a beautiful dance to witness - and yet, over so soon.
Abbadon had gone straight for the one that held a knife to Horus’ throat, and ripped the beings head from its body, part of its spine following.
Loken had gone for the other, followed along by fellow Astartes, and dealt with it quick, with such uneven odds.
As quickly as it began, so it ended.
Horus was freed and got to his feet slowly, feeling the aches and pains everywhere in his body, where his wounds had yet to heal.
He reminded himself to discuss this with his apothecaries. Whatever it was that halted his superior healing should be studied as to how to overcome it - or apply it towards his foes.
With the greatest care and reverence, Ezekyle helped him stand straight.
“Thank you, my son,” he said, and Ezekyle nodded, “Of course my lord. I apologise for failing you, that you ended up captured and…” His words trailed off.
Horus waved his worries away with a hand. “No, my son. This was not any fault of yours. And in the end, you came to my aid.”
This, however, made the visored face of Abbadon turn away.
“Only after..” he paused, forcing the words out, “Loken and his men freed us. Until then, we couldn’t do a thing. You wounds, they didn’t heal!”
“I know, but banish those thoughts.”
Reluctantly, Abbadon nodded.
Loken turned towards them. “Lets move out,” he ordered, “and get the hell off of this hellish backwater planet”
It was almost novel for Horus to see how all of the Astartes, including Abbadon and Aximand, immediately followed the order - even though Horus, their Commander, stood right there, and had yet to issue any.
“Yes, the Warmaster needs to be brought to the medicare dack,” Abbadon agreed, and flanked Horus as they walked towards the door opening.
A low scoff came from Loken, but no one but Horus paid it any mind.
As they moved, all Astartes kept Horus right in the middle of the formation. And where it normally would annoy him, for now he let it be, let his men have the opportunity to ‘protect’ him, where they had failed earlier, even if it had been a trap masterly designed.
It was no more than a mere second after they had exited the storm bird unto the Vengeful Spirit’s deck that Loken grabbed a hold of Horus’ shoulder guard and dragged him after him. Horus was surprised enough to allow it.
The rest of his men slowly dispersed as they walked further into the hallways, except for his trusted few, Abbadon, Aximand and a few of their men.
It did however soon turn out that Loken was not heading for the medicare deck as expected.
“Where are you going, Loken?” Aximand asked. Loken didn’t stop walking, but looked over his shoulder at them.
“ I am taking the Warmaster to have a little chat,” he answered, and there was something about his tone of voice that ranckled them all, including Horus.
Although.. He had to admit that the commanding tone and demeanour fitted Loken very well, and he felt something stir inside him, something that had been left to slowly burn out even before Davin.
Unsurprisingly, Abbadon spoke angrily. “He needs the help of the apothecaries!”
Loken turned around, quick as a heartbeat and stared furiously into his kin. “For now, I don’t care what he needs. He will get his help, I promise you that, but only after I’m done with him!”
For a few moments, the silence stretched on, and Horus could imagine Abbadon would rebuke him, yet.. That didn’t happen.
Instead, Abbadon broke eye contact and looked away, shoulders slumping in defeat.
“Fine,” he said, courtly. “Just.. make sure he receives aid for his wounds.”
Loken nodded and began to walk again, Horus following along in his confused stupor.
He looked back at his men, and saw them bow their heads in reverence, only to then disperse, as if Loken’s order superseded any other.
It was.. confounding, truly.
Just what had happened during Loken’s rescue mission?
What had made his captains, who formerly held distrust and reservations to their fellow captain? Who had made it known just how displeased he was with the direction the New Crusade had taken?
The man Horus tossed aside, not just as a captain, a Son of Horus, Luna Wolf, but a trusted member of his inner circle, and his bed.
The man, who had quietly accepted when Horus made it clear, that he was no longer welcome in his Inner Sanctum.
He pondered, as they came closer to Horus quarters, and without any hesitation, Loken pressed the passcode. The door opened with a quiet hiss, and both men walked inside. Once the door had closed again, Loken turned towards Horus.
“I’ll take your armour off now, so I can see how badly wounded you are.”
“Not that much,” Horus said, but let Loken do as he said, standing still as Loken slowly worked off his armour.
Before long, Horus stood only in his loincloth, with Loken’s eyes scanning all over his large body.
“Hmm,” he said, gaze yet to leave the wounds on his torso, “they did get you good.”
Horus sneered. “Only because they used vile tricks and subterfuge.”
That made Loken lift his eyes - along with one eyebrow. “Oh, like you have taken to do?”
Annoyance rose within Horus. How dare he?
“You are saying nonsense about things you don’t understand.”
Loken shook his head, “and you truly do? Or have you just taken Erebus’ word for it?”
Horus stepped closer to the man, looking menacingly broad. Yet, Loken didn’t seem to cower.
“I suggest you keep silent now, Garviel .” Horus said, low and rumbly. It was a tone that brokered no questions, that demanded compliance.
Loken didn’t bow down.
“Ooh no, no no, Horus. It’s time for you to be silent and listen for once!” he growled, standing so close they stood toe to toe. And even though Horus was more than half Loken’s size larger, he didn’t seem small, even as he bent his neck backwards to keep eye contact. No, his presence seemed to rival Horus’ own at that moment.
“I am done with your stupid decision by now, Warmaster ,” he carried on, “You made me your council, brought me to your fucking bed , and then, out of seemingly nowhere, I am cast out, not only by my Warmaster and Commander, but my brethren . And without as much as an explanation?! Besides Torgaddon and I not agreeing with the decision to bring you to Davin? Was that truly all that it took? To disagree with Erebus’ influence? Tell me,” his voice lowered, soft, “did you take Erebus like you did me?”
Horus roared in anger and pushed Loken aside, not caring that the Astartes nearly fell over with the force.
“How dare you!”
Loken was a picture of pure defiance, as he came back to stand in front of Horus. Instead of answering, he maneuvered his commander towards Horus’ bed, only then did he answer.
“Well, what else can it be? You never told me anything, not what happened or why you decided to declare against the Emperor, your father, but empty platitudes about him failing his duty to us.”
“You can’t possibly ever hope to understand,” Horus rebuked.
Loken shrugged. “You’re right, I suppose. But you will tell me anyway, and then I will scold you for how incredibly stupid you are being, and have been for a while.”
With those words, Loken sank to his knees before Horus, still fully armoured, and drew Horus’ loincloth aside.
Anticipation filled him; Loken looked truly sinful on his knees and even more so now, frame taut with barely repressed anger and emotion.
He felt the touch of Loken’s armoured hands grip his considerable length, and coax it to its full size.
Horus groaned softly, pleased.
Loken opened his mouth and moved closer, tongue coming out to meet his frenulum.
Slowly, he placed his lips around the head, tongue licking around his slit.
A soft sigh escaped him. It had been too long since he last had felt Loken’s soft mouth on him - which was his own fault, he knew that.
"Oh, Loken."
Loken hummed in response, and began moving his hands faster, dragging his tongue up and down his cock, mapping out the veins with his lips.
It felt devine.
The slow drag, the feel of lips enveloping his cockhead, the wet feel of Loken’s tongue lapping out drippings of pre-cum.
It felt like a gradual slope towards completion, each stroke of Loken’s tongue or fingers elevating the pleasure. As he approached his peak, his fingers tangled into Loken’s whitish blond hair, holding the man closer.
But Loken moved back, his mouth leaving Horus’ cockhead with a wet ‘plop’. When Horus began to complain, not pleased, Loken tutted.
“No, Horus,” he started, hands moving to grip at Horus’ wrist, removing them from his hair and instead placing them on the bed sheet beside his hips, “ I decide when you get to cum!”
Horus felt a slight anger rise. How dare he?
But before he got to say anything, Loken’s mouth was back where he wanted it, licking and sucking.
Despite Horus’ cock being far too massive for Loken’s mouth, the man still did his best to tighten his lips around the cockhead, swirling his tongue as much as he was able. It created the most delicious sensation, and Horus groaned in appreciation.
Even when Loken’s teeth graced his sensitive glans, it felt exquisite, the best form of torture he could ever imagine.
He groaned, slowly descending in the mindlessness of lust and pleasure.
In response, Loken moaned, and his throat and mouth vibrated, heightening Horus’ pleasure even further.
Loken had always been so intuitive to Horus’ sweet spots, dedicated to memorising them.
Again and again Loken brough Horus to the brink of cumming, only to remove himself and left Horus gasping in desperation.
“Please,” he begged at last, voice hoarse and thin. “Loken, please, let me come!”
It felt so off to beg like that, but he could barely breathe, let alone think. His mind was muddled with pleasure and anticipation.
Loken looked up at him, cheeks bulging with the girth of Horus’ cock, hands clasped around the base. One brow rose, before Loken dragged his mouth back. A string of saliva connected his swollen lips to the angry red head of Horus’ cock, leaving Horus nearly breathless at the sight.
Loken looked like sin incarnate, as he knelt between his legs, still fully armoured.
“Hmm,” the man hummed, a whisper of a smile gracing those spit-shiny lips. He had trouble looking away from them, but all of Loken enticed him something so terrible.
“No,” he then said, tilting his head and licking his lips, Horus spellbound by the path the pink appendage took before disappearing behind Loken’s lush lips again.
“Not yet.”
Loken rose from his knees, and began to remove his armour. There was something.. sensual about the way the man did it. It was a far cry from the regular way, Astartes removed their amour, Horus knew, they all were effective and precise, trained that way.
No, Loken moved slowly, dragging it out - along with Horus’ patience.
But Horus knew the man would only draw away if he did anything, so against every fiber in his being, he held still and let Loken do whatever he wanted.
Instead, he sat and watched.
Finally, Loken placed the last piece of amour, and stood in front of Horus in his naked splendour.
His eyes lapped over the beautiful body in front of him. Freckles dusted Loken’s shoulders and chest, petal pink nipples perking so prettily - Horus loved licking and biting at the buds, turning the pink into a gorgeous red, muscles defined with sharp lines, and the miles of skin, that had once often borne red and purple marks in the shape of his mouth. Horus had made them often enough that they never truly healed, even with Loken’s healing factor.
As Loken stood in front of him, Horus struggled to remember why he had cast Loken away from his bed.
It was obvious that Loken knew what he was doing to Horus, as he stood and let those hungry eyes roam over him, before he slowly came closer again.
When he stood in the v of Horus’ legs, placed a hand on his sternum, letting it rest for a second, before pushing Horus’ downward.
In any other circumstance, Loken wouldn’t have been able to move Horus even an inch, if Horus didn’t want to. But as it was then and there, he went willingly, unable to deny Loken.
His back met his bed, eyes never leaving the form above him.
Loken tilted his head to one side and smirked.
“Good boy,” he praised, with a bite to his tone.
Horus knew he should bristle, knew he should retake control and punish Loken for his impudence.
But…
For the life of him, he couldn’t muster anything other than anticipation for Loken’s next move. He closed his eyes for a second, before finding Loken’s face again.
And then groaned:
Loken was licking his lips, eyes smouldering with the same rage from earlier, along with burning desire.
He looked ravenous, as much as Horus felt.
“Please,” he begged once more. His pride would probably sting later, but for now, Loken was all there was.
A satisfied sound came from Loken and finally, he moved, knees bracing Horus’ hips and perfect bottom resting along Horus’s hard cock.
He moaned at the slight stimulation, hips twitching and his fingers flexing.
“Mhm,” came from above him, as Loken slowly thrust against him, rubbing his ass along Horus’ length in its entirety.
It felt delicious and he gasped in appreciation.
“Oh Horus,” Loken cooed, and he opened his eyes, unaware when he even closed them. “Has no one taken care of the glorious Warmaster since me? Have you been without worship?” he continued in the same tone, still moving his hips so teasingly slow, it nearly drove him mad.
His hands moved to Loken’s thighs, and glided up to rest at the hip bones without permission, clenching in desperation.
Unperturbed, Loken continued. “And here I thought you would have brought another in to clench your massive ,” he stressed the word with a harder grind, Horus near whimpering and gripping even harder, “thirst. I’m sure Ezekyle would love to satisfy his mighty Warmaster in any way possible, would probably even salivate at the thought of pleasuring you.”
“No,” he choked out.
“Oh?” One blond eyebrow rose in response. “Hm, maybe Erebus then? You seem to value him in close quarters, so why not in your bed?” Another hard grind, movements no longer teasing and light, but becoming more punishing.
“Loken, please,” he got out, voice hoarse.
Above him, the menace pursed his lips and appeared to think over his plea.
“Not Erebus then. Humm, I can’t imagine him being nearly as pliable and submissive as you seem to prefer. Maybe Aximand? Your massive ego might enjoy that power trip; fucking yourself. I can imagine him be sweet for you.”
He huffed a laugh, uncaring for the hard grip on his hips, sure to leave bruises, and continued the punishing pace. Precome dripping from Horus’ cock provided some relief, but it was still bordering on painful with Loken’s pace.
“Stop,” he groaned, unable to bear those thoughts, muddled as his mind was.
A short moment of relief, as Loken did just that.
His chest heaved with his laboured breathing, and he tried to get it back under control, without any success, however.
Loken tilted his head, looking at him thoughtfully, before a mischievous smile broke on his lips. Hands came to rest on his pectorals, and Horus’ could feel the pressure of Loken’s weight.
“Why?” he asked, “Can’t the high and mighty Warmaster not handle it? Have you been so deprived?”
The clear derision in Loken’s words and entire demeanor was enough for Horus’ anger to burst forth, if only for a short while.
“The fuck you care about if I fuck somebody else?!” he shouted, and tried to rise, but Loken’s weight kept him mostly down, since his hands were still gripping Loken’s hips so tightly.
A freckled nose wrinkled in anger and Loken sneered. “Who said I care? Maybe I’m just curious to see if you decided to bed my former Mournival brothers, or your precious council, Erebus..” His eyes squinted in thought. “Or maybe one of your Primarch brothers?”
Horus made an annoyed sound and looked away from the man above him.
Apparently, Loken wasn't satisfied with that.
“Or maybe,” he said while bending down, hands placed on the bed beside Horus’ ears, voice lowering with a dangerous tint, “I wanted to know if anyone touched my property! ”
The hiss sent tingles through his entire body.
“I’m not someones fucking property, least of all yours!”
Quick as a flash, a hand landed on his mouth, silencing him.
Loken’s eyes burned.
“Oh you are, Horus. Here, in this moment, you’re not Horus Lupercal, not the Warmaster, not a Primarch, and not my superior.”
Horus’ breath catched as Loken moved, so close their noses touched.
“Right now, you’re not in charge, you don’t get to decide anything. All you are going to do, is whatever I tell you to, whatever I want.
Because you’re mine ! ”
Shivers went through Horus’ entire body.
So did extreme arousal.
Which Loken undoubtedly realised, as he received a kiss to his lips, almost as a reward. Loken rose again, putting weight back on Horus’ aching member. The mischievous smile had returned, and it drove Horus mad.
“Good boy,” Loken whispered.
“Loken,” Horus warned, but he didn’t get to finish his threat before Loken stretched towards the table near the bed, and grabbed the vial of oil that usually resided there.
“Horus,” Loken responded, or taunted, more likely.
He watched, entranced, as Loken drizzled golden liquid on his fingers, warming it up, before the hand moved to Loken’s backside.
He drank in the way Loken’s eyes fluttered and gasps escaped those sinful lips, as Loken stretched himself.
He could hear the squelching sounds of those nimble fingers thrusting in and out of the deliciously tight hole.
Horus couldn’t help himself and bucked his hips, trying to get some friction on his cock, but Loken only raised himself higher.
It made Horus whine in frustration.
His cock was hard, dripping and it hurt! Damn Loken for making him wait like this!
So badly, he wanted to be inside Loken. He ached .
But he also knew Loken needed time to prepare for his massive size.
While Loken wasn’t exactly big for an Astartes, who in general were rather large and durable, Horus was even bigger . His Primarch build near dwarfed Loken, which of course meant proper preparation, unless he wanted to literally tear Loken’s guts.
Though, in that very moment, Horus was truly tempted to just take.
He was desperate enough.
A loud moan drew Horus out of his desperate thoughts and the sight nearly caused him to come without stimulation.
Loken was the picture of sin and desire.
Skin flushed and dewy.
Lips caught between white teeth, biting them red and swollen.
Eyes half lidded and looking down at him.
And his voice.. oh.
“I want you to beg for me,” Loken ordered, voice raspy and low.
Pride demanded Horus refuse and push Loken off, to ravish him and fuck him into a sobbing mess.
Desperation however..
Desperation screamed at him, pleaded to do whatever Loken wanted of him.
To do whatever Loken told him to.
To be..
..
..
.. Loken’s good boy.
“Please,” he gasped, hoarsely. “Please, Garviel, please, let me have you! Let me fuck you, please!”
It felt so shameful to beg like this, yet that somehow enhanced the pleasure he felt when Loken beamed at him.
“Yes, my Warmaster,” he said, and rose up further, grabbing Horus’ cock with both hands, lining the head just right, so it rested on his hole.
Teasing, Loken sank down just so that Horus’ cockhead nearly pressed into him, but moved up before it could truly breach the furled hole.
Loken did this a few times, and it stole the very air from Horus each time.
Again, Horus threw his pride aside and begged. “Please, don’t tease me like this!”
It made Loken chuckle, the sound vibrating through his body, making him feel it on his cock where they were connected.
“I can’t say no to you, when you beg so desperately, Horus,” he said, breathless.
And then Horus’ cockhead entered Lokens tight and warm hole.
He groaned loudly, head thrown back, each tendon in his neck flexed.
“Loken!”
The name was drawn out, almost as if a prayer.
Loken moaned in response and began to bounce up and down the cock inside him.
Being inside Loken had always felt amazing, but Horus couldn’t ever hope to compare it to how it felt now.
His entire cock was engulfed in a tight, warm grip, slippery and wet.
Horus never wanted Loken to get off of him.
The bouncing pace increased as Loken adjusted to his massive length.
Each time Loken’s ass met his hip bones, Horus could see how his cock made Loken’s stomach distend and bulge in time with his thrust and it drove Horus mad.
So did the sounds falling from Loken’s lips.
“Mmmaaaah Ho-Horus, nnggh-ah yes.”
Words seemed to fail Horus, he could only moan, groan and whine in response.
Like an animal, he was reduced to the desperate thrusting into the gripping heat, feeling his peak come closer.
Just when he felt as if this was it, he would come, Loken stilled.
Both men were desperately gasped for air.
Their bodies were shining with sweat.
And where Horus had gripped Loken, were two massive handprints, a deep purple sure to last for a while with the strength Horus had used.
He admired them for a heartbeat, before he looked back up at Loken’s face.
Blond hair laid flat with sweat, freckles had hidden beneath the deep flush over the cheeks and nose. And the flush reached those sweet nipples.
Suddenly, Horus’ mouth ached with the need to taste them.
He sat up, the urgent move jostling the both of them, and immediately began to lick on one nipple.
Hands gripped his scalp and neck, pressing him closer.
Pleased with the permission, he began to bite at the nipples - and around them, sucking bright and large marks into Loken’s beautifully big pectorals, soft and supple, even with all the muscle underneath.
“Aaah yes, more, my sweet Horus” the man moaned. The way his name sounded..
Horus’ hips moved in response, he couldn’t bear to sit still.
Nails drove into his skin in a warning.
“Darling,” Loken said, and began to move again, slow rolls of his hips so that Horus’ wasn’t dislodged from where he was biting a mark right above the right nipple, nearly drawing blood.
Then, Horus was pulled away, mouth still open.
The two men looked at each other intently, as Loken began to ride Horus in earnest, fast and unrelenting.
Horus could do nothing but hold onto Loken, one hand around his waist the other gripping a shoulder, pulling Loken down whenever he rose.
For a while, Loken let him do this, until Horus was about to come again; Horus had begun to pull even harder.
Loken grabbed his hands and moved them to rest on the bed, not touching Loken any more.
“Be good for me and keep them there, hmm?”
Almost distracted, Horus nodded.
“Yes, Garvi.”
He got a passionate kiss as a reward.
And then Loken rode him.
Hard.
Horus could only grab ahold of the sheets beneath him and grit his teeth, as Loken bounced up and down his cock, voice almost singing with the constant pleasure, his cock provided.
From experience, Horus knew his cockhead would rub torturesly on Loken’s prostate, drawing out the pleasure to a near painful state.
Loken had told him so, once.
How intense sex with Horus was, especially when his cock did it best to pierce the other man’s diaphragm.
The pleasure rose drastically again, until Horus nearly tasted blood with how amazing it felt, how badly he wanted to come, to fill Loken up.
This time, he tried to say something, wanting to please the man above him.
“Lok-ken,” he moaned, “I’m-I, please, may I..?”
Loken smiled beatifically and kissed him.
“Go on, come on baby,” he whispered.
Finally given permission, Horus roared as his orgasm tore through him. Hips flexed upwards as hard as he was able, as he chased the blinding pleasure that enveloped him.
And then it got even better, as Loken’s channel gripped him tightly, milking every last drop out of him with the force of Loken’s own orgasm.
Loken dropped forwards, resting his forehead against Horus’ shoulder, both men breathing heavily as they came down from their shared high.
For moments, they shared heated air, all of their heartbeats sounding loudly to them both.
Then Loken raised his hips, and Horus’ cock slipped out with a filthy wet pop.
He hopped off of Horus, and stood on all fours, trying to get his limbs to respond properly, when Horus saw it.
Fire burned through his veins once more, as he took in how distended Loken’s belly was.
He had fucked so much cum into Loken, that his stomach was bulging.
Instantly, his cock was hard again.
“Fuck,” he uttered, nearly in pain with how fucking hot that sight was.
“Hm?” Loken responded, lifting an eyebrow.
Then he seemed to understand what had caught Horus’ eyes and smiled in a lazy way and wiggled his ass.
A pained whine escaped Horus when he saw the rivers of cum running from Loken’s gaping, pink ring. It didn’t even try to clench itself closed, used as it was.
Saliva flooded his mouth.
“Garvi..”
Said man kept smiling and lowered his upper body into the bed, leaving his ass still raised and ready.
“Not done yet?” he teased, but Horus took it as permission and moved to kneel behind that gorgeous ass.
He took a few moments to knead Loken’s asscheeks, and just watched cum paint the hole in a delicious sheen.
Loken had succeeded in driving him so mad, he barely had a thought before he plunged himself into that wet heat, drawing him in.
Insensate, Horus’ just kept thrusting, relishing the squelching sounds and the moans spilling out of Loken’s mouth.
He held on to the dips in Loken’s back, thumbs pressing into them. Loken moaned in appreciation, and kept thrusting back at him, and their flesh met in loud claps, the force turning Loken’s ass a delectable red colour. Slowly, he ran one hand down to the left cheek, and squeezed it hard a few times, before lifting it and giving it a smack.
The hole around him clenched in response, and Loken huffed a laugh.
Encouraged, Horus did it again, only harder, and this time, Loken made a loud, hissing sound, and moved back as if wanting more.
Who was Horus to deny that, since every smack caused contractions around his dick, which felt so fucking devine.
Horus hit the other cheek this time, and relished in the handprints that grew visible.
“You enjoy that, huh,” Loken grinned beneath him, looking at him over one shoulder.
Horus hummed before answering. “So do you.”
“A little pain enhanced the pleasure, as you told me once,” Loken answered and arched his back.
He looked so beautiful like that, Horus thought.
Loken was always beautiful, it was amongst the things that had drawn him to the man.
But with hair plastered to his forehead, skin flushed all over, panting and moaning, Loken was ethereal.
Worth reverence.
For the first time in his life, Horus understood the want for worship, the need .
Because as he was thrusting into Loken’s willing body, he felt it.
Loken was divine like this.
His orgasm sneaked up on him, surprising him with its intensity yet again.
He roared, and pumped Loken full yet again, the image and the feeling of his bulging stomach, filled to the brim with cum.
Beneath him, Loken moaned in response, and grabbed Horus’ hand, leading him to Loken’s own cock, hard and leaking.
Horus wrapped his large hand around it, and pumped it until Loken keened and sprayed cum on the bed and his own stomach.
Both men breathed heavily, Loken was gasping for breath.
With a thud, Loken tumbled onto his side, and slid a hand over his sweat slick face.
The other glided down to his stomach, even more distended with the last wave of cum filling it.
Horus’ eyes followed the motion hungrily.
He wanted to see Loken like this all the time.
Large and filled.
Satisfied with Horus’ hard work.
He drank in the sight of how the big belly complimented the rest of Loken’s curves, making him look..
Almost pregnant.
Horus groaned and grabbed Loken, dragging him up to him, back to chest.
Loken went willingly, as pliable as a doll in his post orgasm haze, but mumbled in dissatisfaction.
He spread Loken’s leg and placed them on the outside of his own, both hands holding fast underneath Loken’s kneecaps.
Loken sat there, on the meat of Horus’ thighs, as if he was Loken’s throne.
And Emperor, what a thought that was.
Horus could see himself, sitting on his own throne in the Lupercal’s Court, attending a meeting, when Loken would stride in.
Only clad in a barely closed robe, showcasing his beautiful chest and abs, he would head straight for Horus, not caring if others were attending the meeting or that he was interrupting.
No, instead he would go right up to Horus, and place himself much like he was sitting at the moment, engulfing Horus’ cock in front of the members of his court.
Horus panted at the mental image, and lifted Loken up just enough for his cock to rest on his entrance, before placing his price down again and became engulfed yet again by the scorching heat of Loken’s insides.
Horus kept fantasising about how Loken would ride him, while holding court in Horus’ stead, given that Horus’ would be far too focused on pleasing his Loken, on fucking him and making him come before cumming himself and filling Loken up.
Oh the thought of everybody gathered seeing the way Loken’s stomach would swell, filled to the brim with his superior semen.
And Loken would smirk, knowing that he alone had the Warmaster so willing and desperate.
Horus’ hands would caress the swollen belly, play with it and Loken’s wonderfully large breasts.
He would care for little else than Loken’s desires, his wants and needs, his approval.
“I want to fuck you full,” he whispered in one ear, voice broken.
He heard a tired huff. “More than you already have?”
For a moment, Horus was too busy licking and sucking marks into his neck to answer Loken.
But finally, “I want to fuck you so full you swell with not only my cum, but my child.”
The volume of the noise that came from Loken, surprised them both. Immediately, Loken’s entire body clenched and Horus felt hands grip at whatever Loken could reach.
“Yes,” came an answer in the form of a sigh.
Horus went wild, his hips gaining speed and force, as he began to whisper his fantasies, biting marks in between words.
“You would have me fuck you, on the my throne, in front of my men. You would ride me, own me, as if I was your throne.
I would fuck our child into you, and watch as your belly grew big, knowing I did that. Watch as your breasts get heavy and full with milk!” he choked out.
Loken whined loudly and shifted his hands to his belly, stroking it as an expectant mother would.
“Yes, yes!”
“You would parade around, and demand me to satisfy you whenever you wanted. And I would do so, gladly and fervently. I would suckle on your tits, happily drink your milk as I fucked you, making you come again and again.”
His cock pistoned in and out of Loken, the squelching and slaps growing louder with their desperation and need. It was hot and sweaty and glorious .
“Horus please, yes! My Horus, my Warmaster, fill me, for everyone to see!” Loken keened. Horus bit even harder at those words, drawing blood.
He wanted it, so badly.
“Yes, I will give you our child, my heir! And more! As many as you want, you would be so full, Garvi!”
“Always,” was his whispered answer.
Horus could feel his sanity slip away.
This, this what Loken had reduced him to, in his anger and desire.
Not a conqueror, Warmaster, or leader.
Not the one to dethrone his father and take his place as he rightfully deserved.
Not anything Horus had been before Loken had angrily steered him to his own chambers and taken him apart.
Instead, Loken had left him a man of devotion, but only to Loken. A man, desperate to fill his saint with his seed, with children.
A man hellbent on pleasuring, a man lost in the throes of passion and lust.
A man, so easily controlled.
Horus should be angry. Should be furious that Loken had reduced him to this, to such a pathetic state.
Yet he could not muster even the slightest bit.
For all he wanted was Loken.
And he would show Loken this.
“Garvi, my Garvi, please, I want to make you come,” he said, not the slightest bit ashamed by his fervour. “I cannot come until you do.”
Loken craned his neck to look at him in surprise. Then he smiled softly and stretched up as far as he was able, to place a kiss on his lips, so sweet.
“Then keep telling me your wants as you fuck me like this, tell me you’re mine, and you can come all you want, my darling.”
Pleased, Horus nuzzled Loken’s neck before he began to whisper again.
“You, Garviel, I want you, by my side, in my bed, under me, over me, in every way possible. I want you to scream my name, to praise me and make me do your bidding.”
Loken scratched nails into his shoulders, where he had gripped him, before calling his name so perfectly, as he started coming.
Horus focused intently on the spurts weeping out of Loken’s dick. Loken kept coming, kept dribbling cum all over himself, until he slumped back towards Horus, boneless in his arms.
“Good boy,” he whispered, exhausted.
Horus let the praise wash over him, let it fuel his desire.
He let go of Loken’s legs, and instead kept one hand cupping a pectoral and the other stroking Loken’s stomach.
Like this, he could even feel the vague shape of his length, even as swollen as Loken was.
And since Loken had given him permission, he chased his orgasm with a single mindedness, hips moving at a wild and hard pace.
All manner of thought escaped him, only fucking Loken mattered.
He could feel it coming gradually, and kept going until it nearly hurt with how good it felt, how badly he wanted and needed it.
Then, it came like a supernova.
He screamed, pressing hard on Loken. The intensity nearly blinded him and flooded his eyes with water.
After long, excruciating seconds, he finally got his wits back again, and he collapsed into the bed, Loken along with him.
It took some time before both men were able to breathe normally, before their heartbeats gained their usual rhythms.
Horus basked in the afterglow and the sensation of Loken cuddling into him, of having him in his arms.
For the first time in a while, Horus’ mind was silent of plans and intrigues and power plays.
Instead, he just existed.
He was just Horus. And he was Loken’s.
Somehow, this wasn’t such a bad thought.
He caught himself thinking that maybe it wasn't so bad that he got captured.
After all, it brought Loken back to him.
…
Or maybe it brought Horus back to Loken.
No matter what, he wouldn’t ever let Loken go again.
Nor did he think Loken would ever let Horus go.
Again, he didn’t hate that thought.
It rather pleased him, actually.
Tenderly, he stroked whatever skin he could reach, caressing it so softly.
He was not a soft man, a tender one.. but Loken had always brought that out in him, only for Loken.
Said man groaned tiredly.
Horus chuckled and gathered Loken closer. He moved them around, so that he rested on his back, with Loken draped over him, head placed in the crook of his neck.
He felt at peace, one arm curled around Loken and stroking his side, the other gently following the curves of Loken’s front, featherlight and soft.
Loken nuzzled his face into Horus’ neck, soft sounds following as he tried to get comfortable enough to rest.
Moments passed.
Then, Loken rumbled, and Horus’ lifted an eyebrow.
“Do you think your father has the technology, or knowledge, or whatever, to make it a reality?” he asked, quietly.
Horus moved a bit, trying to get a better view of Loken’s face, to try and figure out what he ment.
But then he felt how both of them had a hand on Loken’s still very large stomach.
It occurred to him that they would have to clean Loken and Horus’ bed, as the amounts slowly dripping out were copious, and soon would become rather unpleasant to lie in.
Horus sighed heavily, as he thought about the question.
“He might,” he said. “But whether he would allow me anywhere near Terra long enough to ask, is another matter. I doubt it, with my rebellion.”
Loken swatted at him, hand coming back to where Horus was rubbing at his midsection.
“Perhaps you should apologize then. If you want an heir with me.”
It would seem that Loken wasn’t done admonishing him, and Horus doubted he ever would, given the scope of Horus’ betrayals.
The thought managed to bring a smile on his lips.
How Loken would force him to prostate himself in front of his father, to beg for forgiveness and prove himself worthy of trust yet again.
Horus would later come to realise, that when angered enough, when the full reach of his passions and determination, there was little in the universe capable of stopping Garviel Loken.
But for now, Horus just pulled him closer, content for the first time in ages, feeling complete.