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“Maledicere….” The high gothic version of his name perhaps was used as a courtesy, but what sort of patience did the angel have left?
“Sanguinius. I do not recall inviting you to join me in my chambers.” Left unsaid was the second thought, ‘I do not recall inviting you into my presence, half son.’
Sanguinius knew what he was thinking. The black-haired perpetual undressed his hair, dropping rings, studs and beads beside him.
Bhaal had been unkind at first to Sanguinius, much in the ways Malediction had been to him, his child brother. He had been victim to cruel words, open displays of disgust and fear, and at the worst — a brief period of physical debasement. Growing out of his childhood in a few short years and ascending to the gracious role he played now by their Father's will, he did still ache when his own kin denied him his respect.
Malediction called him half-child, ‘lab rat’, mistake, and abomination. He did not have to play friendly, but he let such things roll off his shoulders, as anyone else should treat another child of the Emperor.
About what was being said by Malediction towards their brothers, however, that he could not let fall away.
Angron had been redirected more than once to calm his nerves and not lay hands upon their elder brother. While Mortarion did not react outwardly, every time Malediction came to face the perpetual’s words, the little light that remained in his eyes would wither. Even for Konrad, for whom disgust was common, Malediction could invent new things to say and spread amongst his lesser peers who giggled - if so in quiet. He had things to say of Horus, jeers to call out at Perturabo, sly whispers to prod Guilliman and utterly disgusting jests made at the expense of Corvus.
He did not stoop only to toying with the stories of those who had been wounded young. Even Fulgrim, whom Malediction had begun to grow closer to, was never left outside the circle of the ridiculed for long.
What could they say to their Father, being all grown men with responsibilities that saw them away from the palace for incredible lengths of time. They had their duty to attend to, they were warrior princes, martial demi gods. What should they have cared for the small bully?
But, Malediction… him and his untold number of siblings who they had all been astonished to know existed, were something still above that. They were an untainted, unseen lot of true immortals, truly ascended beings who shared more in common with their Father than any of them could ever experience. They were not beholden to the Emperor's will.
How could he condemn one of the Sensei? Every prideful comment seemed truer and truer when the sweet face pet made his renegade nature more and more plain.
He had struggled with the thought at length, making his confusion at these urges plain to Horus.
Fantasies fueled by something deep within him painted red his every thought of Malediction. Most of the times they would meet, he dreamed of a body torn into many pieces, Living Blood gushing out beneath his corpse, a bed of rosey paint. He could not let these dark thoughts blossom, though even in their budding they infused the ground they grew in with poison.
Then, Malediction had died.
During a hunt with mortals he had considered his friends, they had made a vital error in their excitement to kill their quarry.
It had not been a close call bandaged by present medicae.
Their brother had been shot with a high caliber rifle through the eye and the bullet had come out the back of his skull. They had all been incredibly tight-lipped about the incident prior to the Sensei’s revival, but the incident had been confirmed. What luck they had had when their little friend had pleaded on their behalf only an hour later.
That was all that he had needed to let loose his imagination.
To guide him to this moment.
“You have not left,” Malediction asked, untying the bow at the nape of his slender neck, “I don't recall inviting you to stand there. Leave.”
His shirt dropped down his front revealing an expanse of unblemished bronze flesh.
Sanguinius lunged at Malediction, hands outstretched and mouth ajar.
In the same moment, warp lightning flashed through the air from the fingertips of the psyker. Unfortunately, Malediction’s attack proved unable to stop the primarch as the large body collided with where he was but a second before. The perpetual mouse scrambled away, yet not fast enough as Sanguinius's hand wrapped easily around the smaller man's leg, dragging him back under him.
Curses sprung from his lips and he opened his mouth to scream, but the golden angel wrapped his other hand around the older man’s face and slammed it into the ground. Blood, bone and meat exploded outwards from the impact as Malediction seized… and then lay still as nerves fired without direction.
He had never seen how an immortal might reconstitute themselves, nor had he the opportunity to meet a being such as he before now, but rest assured they had been told. Their brother lived despite the previous injury that had killed him. The Emperor's blood ran strong within him.
Now, golden ringlets falling down over them both, Sanguinius wondered what was true. Malediction, their Father's cup-bearer, his youngest son before his younger sons, lay dead in a tangle of limbs.
A halo of blood spread out around his face, distorted still by fear, it was impossible to say he was not beautiful. He was certainly no Lorgar, but the Emperor's face was hidden somewhere within the sweetling features of whoever had accepted his seed. It made sense that a more natural creation would not be so similar, too. Sanguinius scooped a hand behind Malediction's back and lifted him as his limp neck lolled.
‘What next,’ he wondered.
He had dismissed the guards that usually waited outside; he had come when none would bother them; he had done the unforgivable; he had surely committed treason.
“Maledicere?” He sat back against the end of the bed and pulled the body into his lap. How wet it sounded as the blood poured out over the floor to the crook of his leg. Brain matter and shards of skull slopped out in what felt like a final ill-intended jape. “Malediction?”
His stomach twisted. The air was full of the scent of blood, his fangs ached and all his senses were drawn to the need for more blood. He needed it in his mouth, spinning wonderful tales between his omophagea and his stomach. His amber eyes saw and reflected their deepest need as the gap between him and the body closed.
But the beast within him was not as powerful as the fear he felt for his Father's ire. And, even if he had hated Malediction, he did not want him dead forever. He wanted to believe with certainty that Malediction was no mortal.
His thumb brushed over the painted lips of the Sensei, smearing the coral blue oil across his cheek.
They were silent together but for the sound made by the blood pulsing out of Malediction’s skull with more determined flow. The internal pressure rose, pushing out what was unnecessary for what was happening to the man.
Sanguinius's eyes widened as he watched his brother's face twitch, hearing the sound of bone scraping on bone within his body. As audible as the sound of a bone breaking, Sanguinius could hear the unnaturalness stirring within Malediction. Fat globules of brain matter and coagulated blood were ejected from the enormous cavity with whole pieces of cranium. A faint pulse started again as the corpse began to regenerate, recovering from where it had last left off; sliding backwards from its encounter with physics. Breathing hard, clutching the body of Malediction perhaps too tightly, Sanguinius gawked as a mortal smear became yet again, an immortal man. He was frozen through it all, frozen until the tired gaze of Malediction focused up at him.
Confusion twisted his brother's face before horror dawned in his eyes.
It must have been excitement, Sanguinius believed, that drove him then to pull his brother up and to his yawning mouth. As before Malediction could speak, he was sinking his fangs into the delicious slope above his shoulder. Another scream was aborted as his teeth simply ripped through his brother's throat and shattered bone.
He swallowed and a sumptuous mouthful of Malediction's precious body slid down his gullet.
His victim went limp almost immediately, save for a faint mist of warp stuff in the palm of his brother's hand. Taking it delicately in his own, he helped Malediction press his palm against his chest. Powerful biomancy struggled to keep up with the primarch feasting upon the body it was fixing and yet failing.
Malediction’s soft sobbing was a meaningless sound to his young brother still feasting on his living blood. But, in retrospect, he would have loved to hear it more often. Now, though, he was busy gulping down whatever blood fought to reach his tongue. Still drinking up the oxygen rich blood meant for Malediction's newly recovered brain, Sanguinius groaned; the memories and experiences of Malediction dancing through his mind.
He saw his brother throughout his life, young, older, and then forever young. He witnessed the inciting cause of his rebellion and the measured breaking of his will to fight.
He saw a lone child torn from his home and from his mother, forced into a lonely education that beat him and isolated him when he could not control the power within him, and still… he found the excuses wanting.
Deep did Sanguinius drink as he tore away Malediction's clothes with the fervor of an animal in heat. He saw their father, the beautiful radient Emperor of Man, he saw him kissing Malediction's cheek, saw as he entered him from behind, as they danced naked in bed and he felt the adoration and disdain between them both. He wanted that. He wanted every sensation Malediction could give him.
He wanted to taste it further, that strange affection their father shared with his elder. Sanguinius wondered if this was a thing he shared with all of his descendants.
Coming back to himself in the grand chamber of his brother, Sanguinius tore at his clothes, scratching himself even, to take it all off at once. While he could, the black-haired man choked and clutched at his neck with his left hand, still healing his grievous wound. Blood flowed strong again as flesh bubbled and cells doubled, intentional direction taking over where uncontrolled immortality saw a body still living.
“Sanguinius…! You beast! Unhand me! Neoth will have your he—,” Malediction rasped, silenced as all his efforts were undone with the remaking of his wound.
Worse yet, as Sanguinius renewed his feast, a hardened length filled in beneath him. The primarch growled and rocked against his body, riding each wave of pleasure and devouring every carnal memory for instruction on what to do next. With one hand, he grasped Malediction's leg and stuffed it behind his calf, forming a vice. Satisfied, he switched hands to hold the psyker down as with the other, he grasped his rigid length. He bucked forward, biting deeper into Malediction.
Malediction had thought no greater horror could come from this moment. Alas, he was wrong. As he struggled, he entertained the giant’s throbbing cock.
Certainly, Sanguinius had heard of such an act as this but to experience it himself, he was unprepared for its pleasure. Stolen memories guided him forward, but as he attempted to press the blunt head of his erection into his now delirious brother, he found himself slipping past his goal. He wished he could think of the words to say to Malediction, then.
‘Stay still. Take me. Love me.’ He released the dying psyker and marveled at how much slower he regenerated when hardly alive. It would be easier, something in his head advised him, to push deep into the miniscule body, if he would just kill the boy again. He could draw blood from Malediction forever and renewed in quantity, like that.
He found purchase and this time — pressed in. Sanguinius tried to move slowly but after the first inch entered the narrow heat, he lost all control. Doubling over, crushing down on Malediction, he bottomed out, stopping when simply no more of himself could fit within.
A blood-curdling scream erupted from Malediction as he was invaded, tearing from the sheer size of the insertion. Life's struggle renewed as his eyes shown with malefic light from beyond. The air went thin as light flashed around them, a small warp storm restrained within Malediction's bedroom. A fatal sob broke through Sanguinius's brother as without pause or consideration, the fulfilled beast above began to thrust into him without rhythm or clarity of mind.
Malediction experienced everything within him tear anew, making way for the intruding sword of a primarch. Sanguinius felt as if he would never come back to the beautiful image he restrained himself to. He did not know if that was a thing he could ever want again.
He would have lived like this forever, if he could, a mindless thirsty beast sating himself twenty-four hours a day with his brother's hole.
He reached down to Malediction's navel, searching distractedly for a cock to stroke in time with his own. Without a thing to do with his other hand, he could have simply pulled at Malediction’s legs until the bones twisted out of their sockets. But, perhaps, a distant part of his charitable heart told him he should share his ‘affection’ with Malediction as well. Like his Father had, he would not refrain from loving the unlovable brat.
‘Strange.’ His fingers found nothing. Nothing limp or plump. Only flat flesh that parted wetly around one of his roaming fingers. Sanguinius was clueless as to what this could be.
Thoughts of this mystery did not last long. He did what he knew their father would. Pushing a large finger into the plump cunt of Malediction, he was interrupted from his fumbling by his first orgasm. He was blinded as sensations overwhelmed him, bursting like artillery fire. He gasped, throwing his head back as he came into the tightness around him. Stopping here was impossible. He thrust hard as the pressure around him tightened, milking him while he caught his breath.
“Hhhh….” Malediction breathed out below him, perishing another time.
Sanguinius began to thrust again.