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Full Moon

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The first time it happens, Steven is so shocked that the control slips from him easily. Marc was tired that night; he'd been out since the full moon showed itself reeking havok on the local sex and labor trafficking gang. Once Marc had the intel, he was vaulting out of the apartment window; moonlight shining off of the metal of the suit. Saved a lot of people. Too late for some. Took some damage in the suit but he'd slipped away under the cover of night. The ache Marc feels is deeper than muscular; he needs sleep. 

"Marc?" The suit's hood slips away, revealing Marc's face. He misses a step on the way to the kitchen and hits the counter; hair falling into his eyes, curls loose from sweat. He leans against the counter for a few breathes, eyes closed and brows pinched together. Steven rests a hand on Marc's back as best he can. Manages to convey the touch in their mind's eye. Marc sighs as his back twitches, barely making eye contact with Steven in the mirror near the bed before reaching for the alcohol cabinet in the kitchen.

"Marc? It's okay. You don't need to do that..." Steven pauses. The tension in the room is palpable. "You can rest if you want." Steven trails off when Marc looks back at him over his shoulder. Dark rings line Marc's eyes; their eyes, Steven reminds himself. Steven knows what this feels like, this internal sadness that Marc is fighting. He can feel it rage through Marc's blood. He wants to tell him it's okay. That he's okay. That they're okay. He hesitantly wraps a loose arm around Marc's waist, palm open and warm against his abdomen. The intent in his mind must be there because Marc tenses as if he can feel his touch and arches his neck forward. His knuckles are white as they grip the edge of the counter.

"If you need to rest, I can..." There's a sigh of relief.

"Please." The word falls from Marc's lips before Steven can finish speaking his sentence. As if he was waiting for Steven to ask. Something in Steven pangs a little at that; sharp and tight in his chest. Before he can digest this peaceful interaction between them, their first real peaceful interaction, his back is ramrod straight. The shift feels like ice on his teeth. Marc gives Steven the control quickly, a bone deep exhaustion seeping into the back of his mind where Marc goes to rest. Steven can still see him if he looks into the mirror, head tipped back against the side of the bed, eyes shut and arms crossed over the front of his chest. 

"You're okay." He whispers again. Marc shifts a little, making a sound in the back of his throat and lifts his head to look at him through hooded eyes. The silence between them is comfortable. Marc looks so vulnerable like this, and even though Steven knows he is Marc, Marc looks like a different human to him. He is, he is different. But...

The lights flicker.

Steven looks up, watching the swaying lamps tilt to one side. Something crashes to the floor. Steven's eyes widen and slide down to the mirror. Marc is fully alert. His jaw is clenched tight enough for Steven to feel the phantom pain of it down his neck.

"Give me the body, Steven." Marc sounds scared. Steven watches Marc's fingers twitch by his sides.

"Steven-" 

Boy. Steven jumps and turns around. He knows what to expect, yet the sight of Khonshu is still shocking. The decaying bird head, linens wrapped up the lengths of his thighs, arms and chest. The room fills with the scent of sage. Khonshu steps forward, head tilted to the side. The rags across his shoulders flap as if the wind still desires to greet him. The staff...leaning against the wall? That's not right.

Boy. Steven jerks his attention back to the present.

"Yeah, hello. I'd like to say it's nice to see you. But ah, that's not quite true now is it?" Khonshu watches him rock from foot to foot, his discomfort obvious as it seeps into the air around them. Khonshu steps towards him again and Steven takes one backwards.

Get on the bed, boy. Goosebumps break out over Steven's body and he risks a glance over at Marc who is backed up in the corner, bristling. They make eye contact. Marc shakes his head at him. He reaches to Steven for half a second before placing his hand back on the drawer behind him. Khonshu glances over at the mirror and Marc freezes. The suit Marc still wears seems to vibrate with the power of its God. The wrappings rise as if affected by a gravitational pull; and maybe they are.

"It's okay, Steven," Marc says. He's looking at Khonshu now. "I can handle him. Give me the body." But the fear in his voice is clear, and it's not lost on Steven that he can't handle him. Steven even less. Khonshu hasn't looked away from the mirror, as if he can see Marc the way Steven can. Maybe he can; maybe he's always aware of the presence of his Avatar. He's asking Marc to get on the bed. Not him. Steven swallows audibly. Marc shrinks back as he hears Steven's thoughts as he thinks them. Khonshu takes a step towards Marc's reflection. They watch each other for a long moment and Steven stands there with his hands hanging uselessly by his sides until the silence becomes deafening.

"I was just about to sleep, actually. I'm-" Steven pauses. Khonshu still isn't looking at him. "Marc is tired, yeah? He's been-"

Fighting through the night in my name. Steven's mouth shuts. I've been watching you. Him. My knight. The air stills. Steven's skin feels too tight.

Give up the body. This moment is not for you.

The change is immediate. Steven too weak and shocked in the moment and Marc too on edge and present. Steven watches from the mirror as it happens. Khonshu has stepped in until their bodies are almost touching and when Marc finally shifts fully to the front of their mind, Khonshu catches him as he falls forward. Steven feels an abstract form of protectiveness towards him. It's his body too after all, but Khonshu runs his bony hand up and down the length of Marc's arm and rests it on the back of his neck. And that sparks something is his belly. Not jealousy, it can't be. That doesn't make sense. He and Marc aren't close enough for that yet, he tells himself. It's that he can feel the fear, the exhaustion from Marc. That moment he gave Steven control so willingly, relief and contentment at finally being able to rest. Trusting Steven to keep them safe.

"Marc...? What's going on? What's he doing here?" Marc turns his head to look at him. But Khonshu's finger rises to Marc's cheek. Turns it back and Marc waits until the last moment to look away.

Eyes on me, Marc. The bed. Go. Marc remains where he is. Frozen. Steven can tell from his face that this hasn't happened before. His breathing is faster, hands clenched into fists by his sides. Khonshu's finger slides down his cheek to the top of the suit by his neck. It unwinds by his command, dissolving. Marc gasps, a hand jerking up to grip onto Khonshu's wrist as the suit starts to reveal his bare skin inch by inch. Khonshu says nothing, allows the contact, no matter that by opposing the touch is in it's own way a disobedience of Khonshu's will.

Do not be afraid. Khonshu's finger brushes against the skin of Marc's shoulder. Tonight you belong to me. And every night hence.

"What's he doing?" Marc is shaking, but he doesn't look away from the empty sockets of Khonshu's skull. "Please look at me, Marc."  Khonshu walks him back. Back, back until the backs of his knees hit the corner of the bed. Marc looks at him then. The fear that shows on his face is real and when Khonshu's hand pushes against Marc's chest hard enough to drop him to the bed, Steven bristles.

You will feel many things. Khonshu's hand presses on Marc's chest. Until he's flat on his back. But do not be afraid. Caresses the skin between his ribs until Marc's breath hitches. Khonshu's hand follows the curve of Marc's body as his back arches, briefly massaging into the muscles of his stomach. Marc drops down onto the bed, huffing like he's just been running. Then Khonshu's hand goes lower and Marc gasps. Violently jerks and he moves reflexively to grab onto Khonshu's again. Steven blinks. Marc grits his jaw, a surprised moan forcing it's way out between his teeth.

Above your head, my son. Or in the sheets. 

"Marc, what in the hell is going on? What...what's happening right now?" Marc still looks at him before he shuts his eyes. Inhales deely. Steven feels it then, like a sound system jacked into an intercom. Khonshu's hand is cupping Marc's balls, two of Khonshu's fingers hooked inside him. They move, finding the place deep within that sparks when touched. Marc can't stop how his body reacts. His voice strains as he tries to repress himself, letting Khonshu pull his hand away and place it on top of the bedspread. Then Steven is back in his head. The silence is deafening. Marc is feeling something only an Avatar can; connected to their God, ensnared by Khonshu's good will.

"He...he can't make you do this!" Marc is still watching Steven and ice enters his veins. This is going to happen. Marc is scared and this is going to happen. Steven can do this. Okay.

"It's okay, Marc. I'm here. Just look at me if you need to. It's okay. You're okay. I'm here." He watches Marc fist the sheets. Steven swallows. He can feel Marc's heart beating erratically. A jackhammer against his ribcage. Only when Marc is bare, all remnants of the suit gone; naked skin fully exposed to Khonshu, does Khonshu speak again.

My knight. There's a chill up Steven's spine when Khonshu grips Marc's hips. Pushes him up the bed. Crowds his space. Lifts one of his legs and drops his head to the spot underneath Marc's balls... Like he's about to-

"Stop it! What are you doing? STOP IT, YOU SICK-" He's cut off by a low, wet moan. Marc's back is arching. Shocked pleasure is set into the features of his face. From his furrowed eyebrows to his open mouth. The phantom sensation remains, and Steven feels the faint pressure of something inside his body. A...warmth...? Wet and insistent. Working into Marc's body towards that place that sparks. Steven presses himself against the mirror. He can taste Marc's terror like an oncoming panic attack; resting at the bast of his throat, unable to be swallowed down.

"Marc, I'm here. I'm here. Look at me." Marc does, drawn to his voice to ground him. His eyes are huge and he searches Steven's face for comfort. He pants and squirms against the attention. Khonshu has run a hand up Marc's chest, holding onto the side of his ribs to hold him in place. The wet sounds of sex fill into the room. Khonshu's head lifts.

Keep your legs open. Marc's sob echoes in the apartment as he does what he's told. Khonshu's head dips back down, Steven watches it tilt and catches the briefest glimpse of the thick, long tongue working its way back inside Marc's body. 

"Please," Marc whispers. "Please." Marc's mind is jumbled. Steven tries to soothe his nerves. Tries to hold his thoughts in his arms to rock him gently, but the distress radiates off of Marc in waves. Knocking against Steven's own anxiety. Then something happens. The rooms glows. Whispers reflect against the symbols that appear on the walls. The lights pop in and out. Khonshu speaks to Marc. Only to him, in a trapped pocket in time that Steven can't hear. Marc sobs again, Khonshu lifts his leg higher over his shoulder until Steven can see everything. Marc's body snaps straight, the back of his hand pressed against his gritted teeth. Khonshu reaches up immediately, grips Marc's forearm and pulls his hand away to rest it instead against the back of Khonshu's skull. Marc fights the hold but doesn't get far. Khonshu's hand remains wrapped around his arm.

Hold me to your sex. Keep me here. Marc starts to tremble, blinking back the sweat that falls into his eyes as he looks down at Khonshu. He shakes his head as his spine bows yet again against the pleasure as the tongue corkscrews deep. It pushes past the tightness of his body, thrusting up into him with no regard for how fast he's being brought to the edge of that cliff. Khonshu's hold on him doesn't move.

You can want it. You need it, don't you? Another strained moan croaks out of Marc. Khonshu encourages Marc to push his hips against him. To hold him closer by pulling Marc's hand against his skull to take him deeper. That is why I'm here, boy. To give you what you need.

Steven watches in horror, ignoring the throb of Marc's endless pleasure.

"Khonshu, can you hear me?" Steven hisses. "Khonshu." No reaction. "Stop it! You're scaring him!" He can hear the desperation in his own voice. Khonshu tilts his head towards the mirror. Marc whines and pants heavily into the air. Fighting to remain in control of his body. His upper body twitches and the sounds of sex bounce off the walls. Steven briefly shuts his eyes when he sees how thick the tongue inside Marc really is, but steels himself when Khonshu fully turns to him. 

Scaring him? You can't understand what he feels.

"And you do?"

Yes.

Marc cries out. Fights against Khonshu's hold for a final time before Steven can feel him break. Khonshu forces his leg higher, pushes himself deeper and thicker into Marc. Enough for Steven to feel the pleasure of it against his stomach. He can feel the heat of it. The warmth and safety of it. Steven watches Marc release onto his stomach, around Khonshu's tongue. He moans and shakes, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. Marc pulls the sheets up towards himself with the hand that's bunched into the fabric, body visibly and viciously tense. His muscles jerk along with the pulses of his orgasm, no longer able to surpress his pleasure soaked noises.

All you must do is feel it. Just feel it, Marc. Khonshu's hand under the divot of Marc's knee continues to raise his leg until it's pushing against his chest. He releases the sheets and grips onto Khonshu's hand as he shrieks. Khonshu hums, self satisfied at the contact as he rides Marc through it, almost surgically. Marc's mouth drops open and when Khonshu runs an open palm up and down Marc's side, a pathetically high pitched whimper escapes him. His body is squeezed of every last moment of pleasure it can give.

Khonshu milks him hard and without mercy, the wet sounds of Khonshu deep inside filling the room until he falls violently into another orgasm. He cums on himself a second time, held down and open. His legs start to close as his body sings it's pleasure and Steven can see Khonshu's head moving with him. Strong arms hold his legs apart and Marc holds his breath as Khonshu works his insides as they clench down. Marc's back trembles against the strain as his body lifts off of the mattress when Khonshu glides along his prostate like honey. Pressing and filling him just right.

As he starts to calm down, trembling against the aftershocks, Khonshu lifts him up. Up, up until Marc is pressed high up on the wall, legs bracketing Khonshu's head and shoulders. They remain connected through the movement, and Steven sees the muscles of Khonshu's neck moving. Like Khonshu is drinking from him, like he can't get enough of him.

A leg slips from Khonshu's shoulder and Khonshu readjusts his grip until he has Marc where he wants him. Holding Marc's thighs to support his weight. Marc doubles over Khonshu's head, gripping the robes on his back. Steven can see liquid seeping from between Marc's legs and Steven digs his nails into his palms as he momentarily experiences the muffled feeling of that tongue fucking up into his tight body. Softly. Sweetly. Gently. Deeply.

Marc's eyes are squeezed shut but his face bleeds his bliss. He's making sounds that Steven knows have never left his mouth before, hands readjusting to grip the back of Khonshu's head as he rides Marc methodically towards the cliff. Khonshu makes a low sound. A hum.

You're doing so well. Just feel it. Marc's hips cant upward once and his back snaps straight like an electric current. Stroke yourself through it. Marc starts to reach between his legs but stops. Steven can tell he's started to cum, mouth open as Khonshu growls between his legs. Stroke yourself. He quivers in Khonshu's grip, whining as Khonshu's tongue milks his insides. Marc's hand disappears between his legs and the touch makes his toes curl. Marc grits his teeth again, impaled on the wet heat inside him. He holds himself but he doesnt move his hand. He doesn't need to. Khonshu fucks into him with his tongue, the force of the movement pushing his cock over and over into his fist.

"Please," Marc cries. He's fucked so good deep inside. Khonshu's tongue continues to push his pleasure higher, muscling into his body in between the throbs of his release. "Please." He whispers again. Khonshu's tongue is hot and unyielding. When his body clenches down again, he shrieks. "Stop-" He manages to breathe. "Stop, it's...Khonshu. Ah-!"

Too much? Marc desperately nods his head. Yes, my boy. You're going to take what I give you. Marc chokes on the intensity of his body's convulsions as he falls off that ledge again. Yes, like that. 

Marc feels as if he is in freefall as he cums, gasping for air as his hips grind down onto Khonshu's tongue like he can't get enough of it. He can feel Khonshu holding onto him, encouraging the movement, briefly running a hand up and down Marc's back. Just like that, Marc. Marc tries to stop, tries to stop the sickening pleasure invading his insides. But he can't. He chases his release as it happens, hips tilting back until the angle is perfect. Beyond perfect. He jacks his cock as he rides Khonshu's tongue. His release spills from between his fingertips. You're almost there. Keep going. Harder. The sounds Marc makes turn Steven's face bright red. Marc continues to force his hips to fuck himself around Khonshu until he reaches a place he never has before.

His hips burn. His skin tingles. The large clawed hands like a vice around him. Steven can feel it all. 

I have you. You're there. Come on. Khonshu grips his hips. Pulls him down, impales Marc onto his tongue. His insides fill perfectly. There's heat. It's so deep. Pushes deeper and deeper until Marc's body pulses. Seizes up. Until all Khonshu must do is stay nestled where he is and let his tongue do the work. Marc's back arches, head hitting the wall behind him as his head falls back. He doesn't orgasm this time, not with his cock. His release is taken from his ass, deep and throbbing. Marc lets Khonshu pull him down on his tongue, chasing the depth with small movements of his hips. He wants more. It's the best thing he's ever felt. He looks down the line of his sweating body and watches his abdomen contract, feels those contractions through his whole body.

Sshhh. He gives Marc what his body asks for, licking deep into him as his release engulfes his entire body. Khonshu is not merciful, he follows Marc's movement as he writhes and thickens his tongue. Fills Marc so completely that his tight channel can do nothing but fiercely clench down, orgasm powerful and all encompassing.

Marc folds around Khonshu's head and shoulders. Sweat drips down his face, accentuating the veins in his neck as the drops roll down his body. The climax is so strong that his legs cramp. It pulses through him slowly and Marc looks exhausted. He quakes through the aftershocks, eyes rolling up into his head. He continues to quietly make little desperate sounds while Khonshu swallows the remains of his ecstasy from him. Khonshu slowly lowers him down. Keeping them connected, remaining inside Marc. When his back finally hits the bed, Marc sighs. He loosens his grip from around Khonshu's neck and lets his shaking hands fall to his own body. Khonshu coos at him, placing his hands over Marc's and shifting them until he's touching his nipples. Marc does so without complaint, thumbs rubbing over the erect buds.

Very good. Very good, Marc. He sighs again, mouth ajar as he watches Khonshu with an open expression. Khonshu nods at him, encourages him to move his hips against him again. Marc whines.

"That's enough," Steven hisses. He slams his fist against the glass. "Stop it. Stop it. Isn't it enough?" Steven feels Khonshu's eyes on him, and he rides Marc harshly through another orgasm just because he can. With a hand on Marc's neck and the other on his hip, he praises Marc when he moves his hips against him as he cums. Khonshu's empty eye sockets are still trained on Steven while Marc shakes through his release. Marc is barely conscious, eyes almost completely shut as a final spurt dribbles from his cock.

Sleep now. Marc has already begun to drift and Steven's lip curls up as he listens to Khonshu shush him, remaining seated inside him, stimulating him inside while he sleeps. Steven watches angrily, feeling Marc's shame in the moments before he allows himself to fall into a deep sleep, mind sparking only once in a while when Khonshu teases him.

"What are you doing? You think this is funny, do you?" You're sick." Khonshu is humming. Running his open palms up and down Marc's thighs. Scraping his nails against his pectorals. Gripping his hair almost lovingly.

You taste so peaceful, my son. Khonshu murmurs at the sleeping man. Marc falls to a deep sleep, breathing long and slow. The lines in his face are gone, his expression soft. Steven jumps when Khonshu finally addresses him.

Marc is mine. My Moon Knight. You too, are mine. Steven freezes.

"I don't understand," Steven says cautiously. "I don't understand why you're doing this to him." Khonshu tilts his head. Steven focuses on the conversation as much as he can, tries to not let his attention get drawn back down to how Khonshu's tongue is still moving inside Marc's pliant body. Deep in sleep and unrestrained by consciousness enough that he lets sounds escape his mouth every few minutes when the press of warmth hits him just right.

You are the same body yet don't understand. The words are patronizing. I am capable of giving him what he needs.

"You really think you're so smart, don't you? What is it exactly that he needs?" The question scares him because he knows he's going to get the answer from a being that knows Marc, his other self, better than he does.

Shall I show you, worm?

New Moon

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The next time it happens Marc siezes control from him instantly. The fright remains planted in Marc's belly, but even Steven can feel their body heat up at the memory of the last encounter. Marc shakes his head as if that will disspell the memory. When Khonshu first arrives, they simply talk. Steven remains on edge, waiting for the coil to snap. He and Marc are both lulled into a false sense of security after the first hour slips by of Khonshu telling them about the stars, about the moon and how she sways when something in the world is off.

I can feel the balance in my hands, Khonshu tells them. Marc lulls off to sleep around 1:00am to the sound of Khonshu's voice and Steven follows.

Next he wakes, it's to the fever blossoming in his spine. He shifts, coming out of stasis to Marc face down in the bed, back arched and ass in the air with Khonshu draped across his back. Steven sees Khonshu's hips moving. Marc is also sleeping, eyes closed and body motionless as he rocks back and forth on the bed. Steven feels the heat in his stomach and grits his teeth. He watches Mark's mouth open, warmth flooding his senses. Khonshu grinds him on his cock, filling him until Steven hears white static in his own ears. Marc's cheeks pink and his eyes are closed until they aren't. He jerks awake, immediately gripping at the sheets in surprise, shuddering and panting into the bed beneath him at the bursts of pleasure.

"What are you- ah!" One of Khonshu's arms circles under Marc's body, disappearing between the small space between Marc's groin and the bed. It doesnt take long; Khonshu has worked Marc's body to the burning edge slowly. Patiently. He's already at his breaking point. A few more perfect thrusts and Marc cries out; Steven can vaguely feel the orgasm as it crackles through him. Steven watches Khonshu's hand moving slow and gentle as it wrings the pleasure from the body under him.

Just like that, Marc. Good boy. Around my cock. Like that. Marc fights it, trying to lift himself to his elbows as drool trails from his lips to the bed. His hair is tussled from sleep and his eyes still arent quite foccused. Steven can only watch, the shock of the erotic moment caught in the ether between them. He feels his cheeks burn, watches Marc's eyes roll back in his head as his release is fucked out of him by the cock inside his body. Marc throws his head back, neck straining. He sobs as ropes of his orgasm coat Khonshu's hand. Steven feels the intensity of it burning under his skin.

Ssshhh. Khonshu's free hand presses against Marc's neck, pushing him down until his arms give and his cheek is flat against the bed again. Marc weakly reaches down and grips Khonshu's forearm. He pulses through his release slowly, moaning softly into the sheets. Marc's body shakes as Khonshu continues to hold him tight in his fist, teasing. Up and down. Back and forth. He cups his balls, massaging them as they throb. Marc shivers at the attention, mouth open and gaze distant. He feels completely helpless, pressed down on the bed with open legs. His orgasm is long and good. So good. Goosebumps break out over his arms and back. Khonshu guides him over his cock tenderly, pressing inside him where he didn't know he needed it. He's lulled into a headpace he's never occupied before where he feels safe and warm. Marc closes his eyes, breath evening out. He tries to ignore the thick heat still throbbing deep inside him. Khonshu leans down close to Marc's head, pressing his skull against Marc's face and neck.

Was that your first time releasing on a cock? You did so well. Marc makes a sound, shocked and embarrassed. So tight. He presses his reddening face into the pillows and groans, knuckles white. Khonshu pushes up against Marc's ass, reminding him of the pleasure he just experienced. Of what is to come. Sounds spill from Marc, strained and desperate. Khonshu coos in his ear, satisfied. He grinds his hips into Marc, the hand not wrapped around him trailing up and down his chest. Khonshu gently pinches Marc's nipples between his fingers until they both pebble before gliding his hand over his abdomen and side. Khonshu starts a rhythm again, pushing deep inside him.

Look at you. I can feel remnants of your pleasure. You enjoy being taken. Marc makes another sound. Khonshu presses in and nestles deep inside him. His hand works his cock, which leaks precum and throbs in its Master's hand. So deep. You enjoy me so deep. Here, on this spot. He pulls out and presses into Marc slowly and it only takes a few more thrusts for Marc to seize, shocked as a dry orgasm is pulled from his body. Khonshu's free hand trails up to hold him by his neck, milking him by riding Marc harshly through the intensity with his cock. Marc's body jerks through it violently, holding onto the sheets. A small whine escapes his throat and for a moment the only sounds to be heard in the room are the slick sounds of Khonshu's cock. Merciless.

You need it so deep and thick, boy. You're insides are clenched so tight. The words elevate Marc's pleasure. They stroke the heat of his core and push their minds closer together. Marc twitches through the remains of his release, eyes rolled back in his head. Khonshu presses into him then. Balls deep. Unmoving. Marc convulses, legs curling up to the side. Sparks erupt behind Steven's eyes. 

"Move- please. Not like-...Not-" Marc swallows his panicked euphoria. Khonshu feels so perfect inside him. Thick, warm and deep. Filling him exactly where he needs it and making him feel protected. His insides clench around the unmoving warmth over and over.

Ssshhh. Khonshu strokes his dick like a lover, exploring the small section of skin he has access to. He pushes his knuckles behind Marcs balls, coaxing them to throb. He scrapes a nail on the sensitive skin that lines his inner thigh. He clenches around Khonshu from the stimulation and feels that once foreign heat rise through his chest. Marc pants desperately, trying to grind his hips back on something. The build up of pleasure is measured and sharp. Clear, even. Khonshu hisses. Claws clamp around his middle, enclosing most of his torso. He's held still, pushed down into the bed.

No, don't move. Like this. Marc squeezes his eyes shut, body clenching and releasing. He grabs at Khonshu's hand. The build up is steady and intense and Marc finally has to change his grip to hold onto the sheets again.

Let it happen. I want you to release like this, Marc. Like this. Just my cock. He's powerless to stop his body's forced reaction. He can only listen to his God, orgasm taken yet again from deep, deep in his ass. Wet and perfect. He clenches around the throbbing, thick cock inside. Khonshu lets his own seed fill Marc's insides, pulsing his release against Marc's sweet spot. Marc's moans are strained and his hips are sore from how far apart they are but he sobs through his orgasm anyway. Khonshu holds him there, held down on his cock as it milks him from the inside. It's so good.

Yes, like this. Just like this. Khonshu starts moving again, viciously riding Marc through the peak of his release. The wet sounds of Khonshu gliding in and out while Marc shakes against the sheets makes Steven's face burn.

"Please, please, please." Marc repeats it over and over. His body jostles up and down with every snap of Khonshu's hips. He keens, a high pitched sound as the pace slows. And slows. Then...slower still. Until Steven feels he's watching something private.

Khonshu's head rests over Marc's shoulder, tilted down to watch Marc's face. Marc pulls at the sheets hard enough that he brings the mattress cover with them. Steven can hear one of the corners snap off the bed. Khonshu holds Marc's hip, manuevering him over his cock how he pleases. Unhurried and intentional until Marc's voice strains again. A hand trails up his neck to lift his face away from the bed. The hand grips his chin.

Let me hear you. Use my cock, Marc.

"Please!" Marc sobs. His pushes himself back onto Khonshu cock once, only once, before he is overwhelmed again. Khonshu hums and presses his weight into Marc, pelvis flush against Marc's ass. He runs his hands over Marc's back and thighs. Marc weeps into the bed, another sob pulled from his throat when Khonshu's hand returns to wrap around him.

Grind back on me. Marc does after only a hair's breadth of hesitation, seizing up almost immediately.

Right there? The tone is knowing. Marc cums hard, back bowing harshly, and for a few terrifying seconds Steven doesn't hear Marc breathe. Yes. Yes, right there. Marc's mouth is open but he remains silent through his release, brows furrowed tight and sweat sliding down his neck. Khonshu squeezes one of Marc's ass cheeks, smacking it once. That triggers Marc to finally pulling in air, sobbing high and loud. Khonshu continues to rock into Marc, slow and sensual. Intimate and purposeful. Marc grabs onto Khonshu's wrist. His whines are soft and wet, and Khonshu sinks deeper into him after Marc writhes some of his length out. Marc shivers, pinned in place by the pleasure. A higher, sweeter sound escapes his open mouth.

Sshhh. You're okay. There's no rush. Use me as long as you need to, my son. Steven swallows down the butterflies in his stomach at the words. He watches Marc's face instead, a longing need burning deep in his belly. Its odd to see his own face so deep in rapture, yet he recognizes the face as Marc's. Not his. Its...attractive. Marc is attractive, Steven thinks. Has more sex appeal than he does, at least. His body looks strong, and Marc moves his body, even in bed, sensually. Steven swats the thoughts away, tells himself he's watching Marc's face and not his body instead.

Khonshu squeezes one of the globes of Marc's ass in his hand. Rolls the muscle and slides his hand up to push his fingers into the divots of his back. Marc makes a desperate sound, scrambling at the sheets. He's loud now, teeth bared and eyes screwed shut. When Marc does finally open his eyes, they're glassy. Khonshu smacks Marc's ass once, hard. Marc stiffens. 

"Please...going to-" Marc whispers.

On my cock. Marc tries to hold on. His eyes roll back in his head and a strangled sound passes his lips. Khonshu fucks into him hard, pulling Marc's hips into his thrusts when he tries to move away. He slaps Marc's ass again before reaching under him to jack Marc's weeping cock.

Let me. Marc is cumming hard, cheek pressed into the bed as he twitches violently. Use my cock, Marc. Marc's eyes glaze over as Khonshu pounds into his tight, wet channel. Use it. He's is held up by Khonshu's grip around him, his bliss finding a place that makes his mind hazy. Until all he can feel is the thick heat inside him. Steven can see Marc's hips stutter as the thrusts push him relentlessly into Khonshu's grip around his cock. Marc only inhales where he can, mewling his ecstasy into his closed fist. It feels so good. He bites one of his knuckles.

How hard you release for me. So lovely. Khonshu's hips press against Marc's ass with every thrust, grinding Marc on his cock against the bed. Steven can hear the slick sounds of Khonshu's hand working between Marc's legs. He wrings Marc dry, Steven catching glimpses of Marc's release still being milked out of him.

So lovely.

Marc reaches up then, barely able to brush the side of Khonshu's skull with an open palm. Khonshu watches the hand fall back down to the bed.

Reach behind. Marc's chest is heaving as he blindly does as he's told, abandoning the thought of trying to get Khonshu's hand to stop that maddening rhythm. The linens around Khonshu's chest unravel to wrap around Marc's, holding them against each other. Steven gasps at the intimacy. Steven feels the ghost touch of Khonshu's hand palming Marc's balls, massaging them when Marc's shaking hand brushes past his to reach back. Feel where we are connected? Marc sighs in exhaustion, sweat causing his hair to stick to his face and neck.

Feel how thick I am. How deep inside I am. Marc hiccups into the sheets. Steven flinches when he feels Khonshu's hold on his balls shift back to his cock, gripping him hot and tight in his gaunt fist. Move with me. The thrusting resumes, slow and purposeful. Pressing fully and firmly against that spot inside that forces Marc to clutch at the blankets under him yet again. That spark is hit again and again. Again. Again. Marc starts to tense, heaving and whimpering into the air between them. He turns his face down to press it against the bed, sweaty forehead swiping against the sheets below as he starts to feel overwhelmed. 

"Hah-" Is the only thing he can articulate, the desire to form words fleeting as tears threaten to spill from his eyes. They come anyway, pushed out by bliss.

Move with me, my son. Rock back onto me. Steven puts his head in his hands. He can hear when Marc obeys, for he gets louder. More desperate. When he starts to whine and the sobs that pass through his teeth sound unabated and hoarse. Yes, like that. Do what you can, Marc. Yes. Good.

"Khonshu, please." Steven's lifts his head. Marc's words sound serene. Like a prayer. His face is open and wanting. Exctasy etched into every movement of his body. He writhes as he tries to match Khonshu's rhythm. Only able to rock back every few slow thrusts as he laments to the pleasure. Khonshu takes him to the edge quickly, thrusts inside him sure and deep. Khonshu allows a moment to slowly flip Marc onto his back, taking great care to keep him speared on his cock. He pets Marc's body, running large hands up and down his spread thighs before trailing up his ribs. One hand settles around Marc's neck. Marc squeezes his eyes shut.

Tighter? Marc remains motionless for several long seconds before nodding. Steven sees the pressure around his neck increase, and when Khonshu starts moving again, his grip is the only thing keeping Marc's back from bowing off of the bed.

You're so close. Your insides are fluttering around me. Marc is shivering. Even from his position Steven can tell. He can feel the warm, lightheaded pleasure Marc experiences from Khonshu's thrusts deep inside him. His body tightens further when Khonshu wraps a hand around Marc's weeping cock. Marc grabs at it but Steven can see he is about to cum again. 

Again. On my cock, Marc. The air around them shifts. Steven can feel the exact moment the intimacy between them crosses any line Khonshu has stepped towards before. He drapes himself over Marc until their bodies touch. Steven swallows his fear of the sparks igniting between them. The grip he has around Marc's neck tightens, possessive. Khonshu rocks into Marc deep and sensual, hips rolling against Marc's until Marc spasms, climax racking his frame. Khonshu leans his head down. He's so close to Marc that the hair on Steven's neck stands up.

You are mine. Look at me. Marc does, opening his eyes as fresh tears track down his cheeks.

You are mine. Khonshu stops moving. Remains deep inside and lets Marc squeeze around his cock. Marc blindly reaches for Khonshu's hip and the response is immediate. Knowing. Khonshu pushes deeper, where Marc needs it. Marc's back arches sharply off the bed and his legs fall open wider; a complete submission to his God. Khonshu hisses at him then, satisfied. His cock milks his Avatar while they watch each other. Khonshu takes his orgasm from him slowly. Marc writhes, insides pulsing. Khonshu meets that pulsing by grinding his length as deeply as he can, releasing Marc's throat as the hand caught between them strokes him slowly. Marc cries through it softly, voice raspy as he twists his hands into the sheets by his head. His head tilts back against the pillows. What a sight they make, Steven thinks.

Good boy. Like that. Khonshu pulls Marc down onto his cock, firm but not unkind. Marc throws his head back, shrieking.

You belong to me, Khonshu repeats. Marc's body convulses in its euphoria as he's forced to release again, Steven catching the movement of Khonshu's hand once more between Marc's thighs. Thumb rubbing under the head when Marc's cock pulses his orgasm, then rubbing over the slit in between the waves of his release.

Your release belongs to me. It's mine, Marc. Marc is in rapture, only able to rock his hips twice more before his body gives, mouth open, and he lets Khonshu squeeze him dry on the inside and out. Khonshu's hand drips with Marc's orgasm, easing the way for how Khonshu chooses to milk him. The wet sounds fill the room, alternating from the cock in Marc's ass to the hand on his cock. Marc's mind slips down, threatening to fall away completely.

Good. Good boy. Breathe, breathe for me. Khonshu starts to rise, the wrappings around both of their chests pulling Marc up from the bed with him. Back to chest, Steven can see everything. Khonshu is thicker than any human could possibly be, nestled in to the hilt. Steven can only imagine how far inside him he is.

Then he feels how deep. Feels Khonshu in his stomach, and Steven huffs. Bends over a little and feels his groin throb in time with Marc's.

Breathe. He rocks in and out of Marc until Marc finally inhales a sickeningly long breath. He swallows in the air like he hasn't been breathing, like everything has been sapped from him and he's forgotten to do anything but what Khonshu asks of him.

Yes. Keep breathing. You're okay. Marc is crying now, cock still hard against his belly, angry and red. Steven can see Marc is trying to focus, trying to remain present. He blinks away the sweat from his eyes, swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth. His eyes roll back and his head falls back against Khonshu, but he's trying. Steven can see he's trying.

Except Marc is slipping, his mind is numbing while his body remains a livewire. He's afraid, Steven realizes. This sparks him to speak.

"You're still scaring him. You know that, right? He's scared." He tries to keep his voice as level as he can. Khonshu tilts his head back and his skull catches the moonlight, shines through the bones onto Marc's face and shoulders and Steven looks away again. They speak again in a way that Steven can't hear. Khonshu hand drifts to Marc's stomach, index and middle finger pushing into the muscle above his groin. The whispers pass between them while Khonshu keeps Marc mentally present. He runs a hand up Marc's thigh, passing under his body before gliding up his stomach and chest. They speak for several moments and Steven tries to catch any of their meaning but comes up empty.

Finally, Marc clenches his teeth and he nods. No sooner has his head moved that blue light fills the room. The magic of space seems to be caught in the center of Khonshu's staff as he rotates his fingers in the air. Echoes through time fan the ceiling of the room in the form of constellations. Steven sees the lights expanding past his field of vision and looks up at the walls.

Reflections of the past gravitate around them like planets, the birth and life of the universe flashing in front of their eyes. Steven sees the glistening tears track down Marc's face again. His eyes glow white as they continue to communicate with each other as if he's still in the suit. Khonshu nuzzles into the side of Marc's neck and his hand closes around Marc's cock again. Marc's body bunches up as moans, high and needy. Khonshu pets his body gently until it unfurls. 

Don't stop watching. Marc's eyes flick back and forth, looking around rapidly like he doesn't know where to look. He shuts his eyes but they snap open again just as fast. Khonshu buries his cock inside him, pushing deep into his willing body. Marc gasps, his milky eyes sliding halfway shut as he relaxes back into Khonshu's chest. Khonshu growls at the submission, hissing into Marc's ear. Marc complies and opens his legs wider, taking Khonshu deeper and Marc chokes on it. Steven watches all of the muscles of Marc's stomach clench. Steven feels hot, unable to do anything but watch. This...this was something he didn't understand.

"What are you showing him?" Khonshu's head remains tucked against the space between Marc's shoulder and neck, holding him close.

The sunsets on a thousand planets. The rotation of the stars. The birth of each universe. Khonshu voice carries reverence in the words he speaks. His hand starts to move again over Marc's cock and Marc weeps. Eyes open and wide as they stare at one spot on the wall ahead of them. One of his arms reaches up to hold onto the back on Khonshu's neck as if that will keep him from floating away. Life beyond the edge of the solar system. What lies beyond the event horizon moments after a black hole has formed. The end of time.

Marc barely twitches as his body reaches another orgasm, impaled around Khonshu's cock and into Khonshu's fist. Steven feels this one more than the others. He has to sit down as it lights up his nerves. He feels the muted pleasure raise goosebumps on his body. Marc tries to speak.

"Please. Please. Keep-" Marc's muscles clench violently as his body catches up to the feeling of his release. Marc cries out, eyes shut tight as his release spills from him. "Keep going. Please. Keep...please." The rest of his words are unable to form but Khonshu seems to understand. He pistons into Marc's body and Marc's grip around Khonshu's neck tightens.

"Please- ah! Khonshu, please."

Ssshhhhh, my son. Wings like steel. Forming from Khonshu, fabric and string rising like a curtain between Steven and the bed. The room shines with power and Steven can hear Marc sobbing. Marc is holding Khonshu's skull close to his chest, one of Khonshu's arms wrapped under Marc's thigh to hold him open wider. Khonshu's dick works Marc's insides with efficiency and without mercy, his free hand holding Marc's erect cock like it was always meant to be there.

Move your hips, Marc. Chase it. Come on. Then Steven can't see anymore. The light is blocked out by the curtain, Steven surprised that Khonshu wants some semblance of privacy with his own body. Marc's body, he relented. Shadows dance on the ceiling and Steven can only make out the dim outline of Marc's head thrown back.

Only I may see my Avatar this way, worm. Only I. 

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Weeks pass and Marc continues his duties as if nothing has changed. Khonshu appears to him near the end of every nights and fucks Marc into the bed until he sleeps. A deep sleep. The kind where Marc retreats back inside and Steven wakes up in the morning in control, feeling lighter. Khonshu stays until he's sure Marc is asleep. He waits on the ege of the bed until his breathing evens out before he disappears in the corners of the room as quickly as he'd arrived. Marc and Steven don't talk about it. They don't talk much these days. Yet the silence between them is comfortable.

It's Saturday night. The city is busy. Music and dance can be seen and heard from all directions. Steven puts a kettle on the stove. Stands on his balcony and sips tea as he watches the sky. The cool air feels nice on his face.

Then he's in the mirror. He watches the mug he was just holding drop and shatter on the wood below Marc's feet. The whiplash he feels from the switch has him tipping over onto the floor. The lights in his apartment are out.  Steven swallows. Khonshu clouds into Steven's vision, emerging from the shadows. Marc lets himself be lifted, lets himself be deposited on their bed. 

"Just changed those sheets," Steven mutters. But he allows it, turns his back and stares the wall with his lips pursed. Except...something is different. Everytime Steven moves he can feel Khonshu's eyes on him. He's been watching him more than he's been watching Marc tonight. He drives into Marc's warm body, currently working him through an orgasm as he shakes under him.

Can you feel it? Can you feel me? Steven doesn't answer the first time. He thinks Khonshu is speaking to Marc. But as Marc's mind starts to slip, Steven feels something close to fear when all of a sudden it's his hips that lift off the mattress as Khonshu finds that spot inside him. It's only for a moment but it's enough for Steven to gasp. He jerks his head up to look at Khonshu. Khonshu's head tilts. 

Can you feel me? He repeats. Khonshu runs his hand through Marc's hair before gripping the strands bunched at his hairline and pulling. Steven's head snaps back. He sags against the wall behind him, legs clamped together so they don't give. The phantom touch he feels up his left side mirrors Khonshu's palm sliding up Marc's chest. Steven grabs at the sensation, meeting nothing but air. The hand slides down his back and makes to shift underneath him.

"No-" Steven starts. He pulls back from it but his movements don't chase it aside. A warmth cups his balls, holds them. Steven bends over and braces his hands on his knees as the panic rises in his stomach. He fights to keep his breathing under control, reaching down to cover Khonshu's hand with his own but is again only met with his hard length and nothing else. Steven shakes his head and grits his teeth.

"Stop it." Khonshu's hand remains, head leaning towards him. The room is silent. Marc breathes deeply as his overstimulated body remains speared open on Khonshu's cock. Then there's a slow burning pressure against his opening and Steven drops to the ground, hand still covering his erection to will the feeling away. The room is quiet again.

My son, give the body to Steven. Anxiety catches in Steven's throat. Khonshu rocks into Marc's body. His body. Slowly.

"What? No. No, no. No. I'm okay. I'm okay here. Watching from here." Khonshu's chuckle is deep. "This isn't funny. Why are you always laughing? This isn't-" The shift is like sand between his fingers. Steven fights it, picks up the pieces and tries to put them back into Marc's hands. 

Steven. He beckons. To me. Neither can do anything but obey. Marc slips down, down. Until Steven surfaces. Their minds pass each other during the change and Steven senses how calm Marc is. How steady his heartbeat is.  

He's on his back. The sensations rush to him. The coolness of the sheets between his fingers. The sweat sliding down his neck. Steven keeps his eyes shut. His mind fights what his body tells him. He's able to numb himself for a few moments, forget where he is and what's happening. To his credit, Khonshu lets him for those few precious seconds after the switch until the space between them settles. Steven looks over at the mirror. Marc lies on the bed, face lax and open. Worn out and asleep. Satiated, he thinks.

A hand trails up his stomach and Steven puts an arm over his eyes. Fingers press against one of his nipples and the stimulation causes his body to tense. Goosebumps pimple down the entire length of his body and it's at this point that reality crashes down around him. His compartmentalization of the moment falls away. With a harsh gasp, he becomes aware how deeply he is impaled. He can feel Khonshu's lust for his body through his cock, pulsing inside him. The fingers on his nipple continue to move up until they wrap around his neck. They squeeze.

Open your eyes. Steven does, training his sight on the cieling. Steven reaches for Marc, selfish fear overriding Marc's wellbeing. Marc mind doesn't move. It's warm and still, but out of reach. The first thrust drags him back. Thick and deep and delicious.

Keep your legs open.

"Ah-" he gasps. His hips accomodate Khonshu's frame, legs spread open and tucked behind Khonshu's body. "Please-" he pants. "Please, don't." Khonshu watches him. Pulls his cock out before slowly pushing back in. Steven's hands rest on top of Khonshu's wrist. Yanking at it as the grip around his neck tightens. It's hard to breathe now, and when Khonshu pushes inside him again, his mouth opens in a silent moan. His face feels warm.

There you are. Marc loves this too. The praise makes his grip loosen around Khonshu's wrist. How's it feel? Another thrust. Khonshu's cock grinds up into him. He's pushed roughly into the bed by the hand around his throat and Steven feels the wet slide of the dick inside him. Pressing against his insides so sweetly. Gently, even. Steven feels the heat in his belly spread. Then the insistent buzz in his head from lack of oxygen alleviates. He's cumming. As hard as he can ever remember around Khonshu nestled deep in his ass.

That's it. The hand remains around his neck but the pressure isn't there anymore. He whines and convulses through his orgasm and Khonshu rides him through it slowly. Just like that. Not as slowly as he is with Marc, but close. Pushing up into him so he feels every inch. His bliss is pulled from him with no sense of urgency, pulses of cum erupting from his cock every few seconds when Khonshu presses himself firmly against his prostate. Steven gasps for air, overwhelmed by feeling.

Look at you. Look how much you need this. Steven wants to gnash his teeth and tell him he's wrong, that he doesn't know what he needs. But he's shaking like a leaf from the intimacy of the moment when Khonshu presses in again and remains inside him. Steven's hole flutters around him. He's still being watched, impaled. Steven's stomach clenches and he squirms. There's heat in his gut as Steven starts to realize how good it feels, how easy it would be to drive him to the edge. That yes. It's good. So good.

Marc, can you feel this? Steven blindly looks over at the mirror. Sees Marc on his back, body curving off the bed as he pants. Khonshu watches the mirror too.

He can. Reverent silence. Then Khonshu mounts Steven, draping himself over his body and snapping his hips against his ass.

Again. On my cock. Use me. It's the most frenzied he's ever heard Khonshu sound, and the words trigger a reaction that Steven is powerless to stop. A hand wraps around him. Steven does as he's told, throbbing through another release while Khonshu fucks him through it. The waves of pleasure exceed anything Steven's own hand could ever provide for him. Or any human hand for that matter. Cum lands on his stomach, fucked out by each thrust Khonshu makes him take. Khonshu radiates how pleased he is with himself as he allows his cock to milk Steven almost the same way he milks Marc. Sensually. Viciously.

Steven flails, body drawn as tight as a bowstring. He pulls his legs up closer to his chest without realizing, lost in the pleasure. Khonshu hums at him, pushing their pelvises together. Steven's body gives, insides relaxing. It allows the remaining length of Khonshu's cock to be drawn inside, pressing deeper until his balls touch Steven's opening. Steven can feel Marc's own orgasm like it's his.

"Marc, he's-" Khonshu pauses before nodding at him slowly, pounding deep into Steven's body as it accepts his cock against his wishes. 

So deep. He prefers me as deep as I can get. It makes him release so hard for me. Khonshu sighs and tilts his head back again. Like now. Steven says nothing but feels Khonshu and Marc's minds touching each other. Marc moves around sensually on the bed in the mirror as if there are hands on him.

Good, isn't it? That's all Marc thinks sometimes, you know. How good it feels.

"Stop it-" Steven gasps out. The pleasure he feels is unlike anything he has ever experienced. His legs wrap around Khonshu's waist, pulling Khonshu closer. Allowing access freely. Letting Khonshu ride him easier. "I don't need this. Stop." Even to his own drowned out senses he can hear the lies seeped into his words. His actions show Khonshu more than enough. The hand around his throat tightens again, and his body tightens along with it. 

Just feel it. Again. His body has no choice. Marc has been tamed by this pleasure after all, and his reactions are instinctual. Wanting to please his God. Khonshu rocks into him through another orgasm and Steven hears himself moaning. Hears himself crying. Until he realizes he's been pleading.

"Don't stop. Don't stop." Khonshu holds their hips as close as possible, balls deep in Steven's body. "Don't stop. Please. I'm going to-" Khonshu drives into his body. Hard, fast and deep. Using him like a cocksleeve, thrusting into him even after he's fucked through another orgasm. Even after Khonshu growls his own release. He fucks into him over and over until Steven doesn't respond. Until his eyes glaze over and he just continues to throb around Khonshu's cock, back arching and fingers clenched tight in the sheets.

Yes, like this. Just like this, Steven. You take what I give you. Both of you will. Steven nods as he cries, small mewls leaving his lips as Khonshu rides him up the bed. Steven lets his head drop to the side and he looks for Marc in the mirror.

Marc is lying on the bed until he isn't. Until he too is up against the wall, head thrown back. Somehow there's a Khonshu in the mirror now, and he takes Marc with the same tenderness he takes Steven now. Steven tries to find words. To tell Khonshu he hears the lesson. To stop.

No. Not until you understand. The pleasure builds slowly. Consuming his nerves in a low boil. Steven can't stop his hips from lifting off the mattress and Khonshu supports his lower back. Keeps him off balance and in the air, held up flush against Khonshu's pelvis. He wraps a leg around Khonshu's waist, the other hanging limp in the air.

Marc. Wake, my son. The passion intertwines with itself as Khonshu pulls Steven's body onto his cock. Steven tilts his head back, panting high and needy into the side of Khonshu's head which has leaned over to be close to him. He feels the bony beak touch his neck. Steven feels the tension start to snap. His body almost seems to make itself wet, the glide of Khonshu's cock easy and perfect. His insides are honey.

Take the body. Control withdraws from him as easy as before, Marc responding to his Master instinctually. He falls through the mirror, back into the cool damp darkness of the room. He lands on his side. Khonshu holds Marc close in his lap, one arm wrapped about his waist. The other obscured between their bodies. Marc's legs are shaking with how tightly his bent knees are pressed into Khonshu's sides. From sleep back to sex. Marc sobs with it, eyes screwed shut as Khonshu moves him back and forth on his cock.

You're okay, boy. Let go. Marc's voice goes hoarse when he screams, head thrown back as he cums. He saved that feeling for Marc, Steven thinks. He wanted Marc to be the one to experience it. Steven's face turns red as he watches. Marc's entire body locks up, but not from stress or pain. Steven recalls how angry Marc looked on the night before Khonshu came to them that first time. How tired and alone he felt. How he'd seen the dead bodies of all those children that night that he couldn't save, Marc's view on humanity starting to become shrouded in darkness. The defeated looks he'd cast over at Steven when he spoke to him.

Yet now. Now Marc's mind feels light, nerves lighting up in his body with bliss and delight. Marc feels taken care of by his God, protected by him. The suit provides that for him, but now Khonshu is here. Whispering filthy praises to him that he's perfect and forcing a level of carnal pleasure on him that he's never experienced before. The pleasure is soul deep, Steven thinks. These things drive Marc's content to live.

A small flame burns in his sternum. Steven can't place the emotion.

Only I may see my Avatar this way, Steven. Only I may see Marc. Only I may see you, if I choose.

The feeling is envy. Steven watches Marc as he cries into Khonshu's neck, voice completely shot. Khonshu shushes him softly, grinds Marc on top of him as he works the remains of his release from his oversensitive body. Steven sees Khonshu's other hand milking Marc's cock between them.

Yes...envy.

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I'm tempted to continue this story for these reasons:

1.) The finale reshaped my views on their dynamics. ESPECIALLY Marc and Khonshu.  **

2.) The ending. LOTS of doors we had opened found closure but the ones that opened were very interesting.

3.) This future of this next chapter would take place in the future, maybe like 6 - 8 months after the finale takes place. Once uh....things settle but then.........well. Shit hits the fan.

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SPOILERS FOR FINALE PAST THIS POINT, DONT READ.

** I think Khonshu was aware of Jake the entire time, right? He wants Marc because he wants JAKE. He wants ALL of him. However, I don't know when Jake manifested first. Khonshu must have sensed him when meeting him. Maybe he didn't know Jake was there but....I'm not sure how far his divinity goes. Does he just know that Jake is in there? I mean, in that cave his initial reaction was to Marc. He was intrigued by Marc. Khonshu chose Marc because of how broken he was.

"Ahhh...Hmmmm....Most fascinating." <---- Khonshu's words in their initial meeting LOL

So while he now has Jake, in that conversation in the car with Harrow, he still brought up Marc because he's still thinking about Marc. He even asked Harrow..."You want to know something?" Then just starts going on about Marc.

"Marc really thought that after our arrangement ended I'd take his wife lolololol but like why would I need anyone else lololol" 

I was like, OH????

Jake is an alter in the same body, but Khonshu's affections still lie with Marc. I think he likes Jake Lockley because he makes it possible to continue watching over/being with/manipulating Marc. The same body at least. And because Jake is (ASSUMING AT THIS POINT WtF LOL) loyal to Khonshu, that means Khonshu is still hanging around. Just unseen. Oddly enough I think Khonshu's affections for Marc were greater than I orginally anticipated (believe it or not LMFAO)

I was under the impression that Khonshu would enjoy these sex sessions of theirs to a healthy degree because he would be able to give his Avatar something he understands that he needs. But I don't think that's true at all. I think there's a....possessiveness to Khonshu's behavior that stems from his fascination of Marc's shattered internal life.

I think I nailed that one aspect in the first chapter; Khonshu is possessive of Marc. He wants him. He wants his soul. Wants his body. Wants him as his Avatar. He just wants Marc. In whatever way that is. In his words...

"Why would I ever need anybody else? When he has no idea how troubled he truly is." -Khonshu 2k22

And that is SO manipulative that he almost preys on Marc because of his mental issues. And that is so SICK but so INTERESTING.

So....give me time to digest and think and I MIGHT do another part to this. I have no idea what it would look like or what would even be happening but some simmering ideas are bubbling. I hope yal enjoy the finale!!!!

ALSO PHHHHHHHEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW after Marc was brought back, Khonshu IMMEDIATELY "........Marc?" *poofs away immediately to his boi*

"I knew you'd miss me." Really. Really, now? Khonshu? R u ok?

I was like OH. OHH. Oh okay. So it's like THAT with Khonshu. Okay.