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Keep your hands right there
Seth's eyes gleamed, blood red staring at the blue hues of the sky itself. The new Pharaoh, the "only" hope of Egypt, the one who "defeated" him, was currently at his knees, down in front of him.
As if he were praying to Seth, as if his very own eyes held more adoration for the evil God than those of Seth's followers.
I popped two more, she's in my mind somewhere
My desert . That's what his father, what Osiris called Seth. As if you could own the desert itself, as if every fucking grand of the sand he was made of belonged to the man.
As he stared at the stupid mask of a hawk, he wondered. Did his dear nephew look like his father? He certainly molested him in the same way. Violently.
At the very least, the young Pharaoh didn't spew "sweet" bullshit to Seth while taking him against his will.
And unlike his father's torture, Horus did not repeat the vile action.
Won't let my mind go there.
He could feel his vision haze up once more as he leaned down, the one too many pieces of jewelry on his body making soft sounds as he moved.
"Uncle." Horus breathlessly whispered, seemingly awestruck. Like a servant in front of his master.
Osiris , are you seeing this? Was he watching his own son kneel before Seth like a desperate lost soul?
Just like his own, Anubis, kneeled before Osiris.
A piece of him, for a piece of Osiris. A trade he never really wanted to make, but he liked the fact that he, at the very least had the bird stuck in his nest.
I took too much, don't let me drive nowhere, oh
His hand reached down on its own, and if Horus asks about the soft touch later, he'd blame it on the fever. Blade it on the incense.
Blame it on anything besides his curiosity as to why .
Why would Horus, the son of Isis, Horus, the seed of Osiris , be this devoted to Seth .
The baby bird leaned into his touch, drank from his palm as if it were the Nile itself and he, but a thirst driven man on the brink of death.
As if he were the oasis and not the desert itself.
Keep your eyes on mine
He stared into the deep blue, hand reaching the headdress.
Horus held his breath, visibly so. So fucking predictable.
So weak, at the slightest of touches.
A soft click, and a world of black hair appeared.
A soft click, and the mask disappeared.
A soft click, and the mix of Isis and Osiris, yet something more, stared at him.
Stared at him as if he were the one in power.
He chuckled, or maybe even coughed, who'd know with this fever of his.
"Well, guess you do have a face under that pigeon mask." The God of war spoke, his voice sounding awful even to his own ears.
A hand came up on top of his own, that was currently inside of the dark, void-black locks.
And if you want I'll tell you lies
His eyes scanned over the handsome face, he would not deny that it was beautiful, no matter how much he disliked the young bird.
"What a sight." He hummed aloud, his nephew trembling at the words.
"Do you perhaps feel naked without it?" Slender fingers ran down the chiseled jaw next, then down to Horus' chin.
"Do you feel bare? Can you not hide your emotions without it?" More questions slurred, the man that still stood on his knees leaned up as he twisted the chin, gripped his face with a bruising hold.
"Perhaps." The young demigod spoke, lips glistening in the pale moon.
" Do you hate it? " He purred, leaning down, making waterfalls of red tickle the Pharaoh's bare collarbone.
" No. " The boy spoke, more certain than ever before, face holding its neutrality as per usual, but the glint in his eye betrayed the wannabe-poker face.
Tell you I'm yours for life
"Oh, what would Isis do if she saw this?" Seth sighed, nose brushing against his nephew's.
"Her one and only son…" Sudden heat, so thick, sudden mist even a child would be able to sense, came over to them both, in the dead of night. "In her temple…" They were so close, he could feel the short intake of air from the younger.
" Trembling with his need. Need for me ." And that's what broke the string. Horus' lips brushed his own.
A single, simple brush, yet….
Yet he felt as if it burned.
And tell your friend she's next in line
"Uncle Seth…" The baby bird almost cried out, making Seth wonder. Did he take the baby bird's first time? If he were this desperate for Seth, he must be new to the adult world.
Or perhaps he has the same problem as Osiris, perhaps he's so infatuated with Seth, to the point where Seth had him wrapped around his finger.
"You want me, don't you?" Blood red eyes hardened, like amidst a battle.
"I'd lie if I said I did not." His nephew spoke, oh so honestly.
" Like father, like son, I suppose. " The words made his nephew glare, a sudden sort of buzzing coming off him. Seth could almost see his brain mechanism start working, trying to figure out what this new piece of information could add to the puzzle that he's made for himself.
And truthfully, he was tired of it.
So, he spread his legs wide open and pulled back, hand going back to Horus' hair.
"Uncle….?" The boy muttered, curiously.
Oh, should've listened to them
" Please me ." The God of war, the evil God, the one Osiris adored, the one Isis despised, spoke to Osiris' seed and to Isis' dearest creation.
And the ever so smart boy figured it out instantly.
Oh, don't you know what I am?
His nephew's fingertips traced to his loincloth. And undid it with ease .
As soon as his manhood was out in the open, he couldn't help but sigh in relief. The night breeze felt nice.
"May I, uncle?" His nephew asked, as if he did not violate him with no questions asked that night of their trials.
Yet Seth found himself chuckling, nodding with a smirk that he only had amidst an interesting battle.
"Yes, nephew. Yes you may."
Oh, didn't you listen to them?
Those smart lips finally opened, yet no sound came out. Instead, they wrapped around Seth and made the God feel .
Feel the warmth of a willing partner, while he himself was willing for the first time in years.
He gripped the dark locks harder and threw his head back in a choked sound. How embarrassing. How truly fucking embarrassing.
Osiris' seed was making him feel like this.
But then again, how amusing.
Osiris' seed was making him feel like this.
A slight sigh left his lips as the wicked tongue began licking the underside of his manhood, as it trailed nicely to the tip, as the boy bobbed his head and went up and down his length.
"Shit, should've let you suck it a while ago if it would make you shut up." The evil God laughed, weakly.
Yet his nephew, well, Horus did not say anything back.
Instead, the boy only sucked harder, put in more effort, and drove the God of the desert insane.
Oh, don't you know what I am? (Oh)
He felt embarrassingly close. So close.
So, he pulled the boy off, watched his precum drip down the supple lips and almost moaned at the sight.
" God ."
"Not yet, but who knows, might awaken soon." The cocky brat grinned, and for the first time…Seth could see the stupid ass grin.
It was not one of malice. On the contrary, it seemed rather teasing and light hearted. Yet he still hated it.
His eyes trailed down to Horus' own lap, seeing his clothing messed and his manhood clearly standing.
How pathetic. Erect at the feet of Seth, the God who got chased out of the Ennead.
Erect at the feet of somebody who killed his father .
" Seth ." The boy cried as soon as the God of war allowed his foot to press into Horus' crotch.
Perhaps he loves teasing the small bird. Perhaps that would become a hobby of his, to see Osiris cross the duat and possibly fight his own son to death because Horus achieved something he could never have.
Horus had Seth touch him out of his own free will.
Really, he wasn't giving the younger any special privileges. He was just…amused by the reactions.
Or at least that's what he'll tell himself.
"What should we do about this…problem of yours, nephew?"
Keep the drugs real close
"Whatever you wish, uncle." The king of Egypt spoke, unmoving yet trembling.
Hilarious. Just fucking hilarious.
" Whatever I wish? How about I cut it off?" The man laughed, pulling the young boy to stand by his strands.
And then, on top of him.
One more line before I overdose, oh
As soon as Horus fell on top of Seth, both of them felt panicked.
Seth was the one to do this. He was in charge. He was in charge of the situation.
He had to keep reminding himself.
And Horus, well Horus' self control was getting thinner than ever before, overwhelmed with need.
" Uncle. " The whine reminded him that this wasn't Osiris.
That this, this menace that was on top of him, was completely his to play with. And for the night, he would do so.
For the night, they'd forget their roles.
For the night, Seth could pretend that the seed of Osiris was not the one he currently craved.
And for the night, Horus could pretend that the weight of Isis' expectations and Osiris' sins wasn't on his shoulders.
And no one ever knows (ever knows)
Kisses adored and worshipped Seth's body, reminded him that he truly was a deity, and made him feel like the king once more.
The kisses were so soft, so tender, like they did not belong to the boy who once violently overpowered him.
" Shit. Those lips of yours do wonder. You could serve better than the most talented of prostitutes." The God of war barked in a laugh, yet still shook like a leaf as the overwhelming warmth continued to reap him alive.
"Thank you, uncle." The boy looked up at him through thick, dark lashes. The boy seemed more like the night itself instead of the morning.
Dark and tanned, with black locks of hair.
Only thing bright about him being his eyes, which even in the goddamn dead of the night , shined as bright as the sun.
She's on my mind when I'm on yours, oh
As the little bird began to take him apart, he felt his body tremble.
My desert , he spoke.
Your power is not your own, he whispered.
His hold was bruising.
I'm not here for games
But as the actual hands on his body continued to please him, as lips brought him back to reality, he relaxed.
"Your thirst for me will be your downfall." The God of war moaned quietly, feeling his walls burn and ache as the fingers continued to stretch him.
Yet he seemed desperate for that burn.
Desperate for the warmth.
And desperate for the fingers to carry on as they brushed against that spot.
I told you what it is, you chose to stay, oh
"I'm very aware of that." The baby bird chirped, leaning down and taking his lips with care, holding him close instead of pinning him down.
Baby, you chose the pain
And Seth, Seth couldn't hold back the sounds.
He moaned and whined, he wanted to kill the God, wanted to pull him closer, wanted to scream and cry, wanted to moan and whine.
But instead of those, he just relaxed in the hold.
"Fool." The man with so much blood on his hands, so much blood drowning him , so many souls dragging him down, almost sobbed.
He didn't know what this feeling inside of him was, a dark one for sure, one that felt suffocating.
This fool was too kind to him. This fool was too kind to be his son. Too forgiving to be her son.
Yet, he was theirs.
But…
For the night, he was Seth's.
'Cause you don't know me, you just know my name, oh
As his nephew finally entered inside, he felt his lips fall open in a soundless scream.
Goddamn. Horus' size was rather impressive.
Bigger than Osiris, for sure.
That made him chuckle, which quickly turned to a moan once rough fingers wrapped around his manhood.
How would Osiris feel, knowing his son's dick was bigger than his own? No, scratch that, how did he feel now . He was for sure watching from the duat.
Watching Horus have what he never could.
Watching his son have willing sex, real sex with Seth, "his" desert.
" Move. " He almost roared, already close from before.
Because unlike Osiris, Horus did not have to take Seth by force. No, Seth just now willingly gave himself to Horus.
Oh, the anger Osiris must be feeling.
Oh, should've listened to them
Long fingers wrapped in dark locks, red sprawled across the pillow like a crown, a halo perhaps, but there was nothing holy about either of them.
Horus continued to thrust, continued to rock back and forth, continued to bring them both closer to the edge of insanity, to stroke Seth through it, to kiss upon Seth's pale skin, to look into Seth's blood-red eyes, continued to try and engrave this all into his memory.
And Seth, well Seth continued to try and rid himself of every and any thought. He just wanted everything to stop for a second.
And his Nephew was doing a good job of making it all fade away.
Oh, don't you know what I am?
" Uncle Seth ," The boy desperately cried as he pulled on the dark locks again, as he shoved his nails down Horus' back and made his markings known .
"C'mon, bird-brain. Get us to the climax. Make me feel it." The God of war barked, and then immediately whined.
Because at his words, Horus' last bits of self control snapped.
All of a sudden, he could feel his nephew all over himself.
His throat, his lips, the fingers inside his hip began to lift his body closer, ones around his manhood gripped tighter and the man continued to wreck his insides, with a pace he hadn't felt in his life.
Oh, didn't you listen to them?
" Horus. " He got out hoarsely as he came, feeling the boy shove deep inside, before he got filled with the pharaoh's seed to the brim.
Oh, don't you know what I am? (Oh)
As they both came down, he simply pushed the bot off of him and got up, leaving Horus down on the bedding and grabbing his clothing in the meantime.
"I'm going out, I need fresh air." The God of war said, running from his worries and problems once more.
Both him and Horus knew he would not return.
Both him and Horus knew Horus would find him nonetheless.
It was like a game to them.
And perhaps, the game would be the end of the both of them, not just Horus.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh