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Seth
Seth leaned back against the apartment kitchen wall and wrapped his arms tightly around Horus, who leaned into him, for the kiss.
The air smelled like cinnamon and fresh cookies, but Seth didn’t care about them. He’d found learning to cook with Horus, seeing the younger god demonstrate his abilities, and another facet of how Horus had integrated himself within human culture intriguing. Odd, still, but Seth was learning to accept the oddities. Certainly, Horus was alive and seemingly thriving in this world, while Seth had come off an incredibly long stint of working on Ra’s sun boat, facing the consequences of his own actions.
On top of that, after missing so much with Osiris, Seth was hardly one to judge for what someone was meant to be doing or paying attention to in their life.
Horus’ left hand touched Seth’s right side, then smoothed down Seth’s clothes to Seth’s hip. Hot, firm fingers rounded around Seth’s ass, squeezing.
Seth shuddered in pleasure and then murmured into Horus’ mouth. His eyes were shut. His fingers threatened to turn to claws against Horus’ back. Not to wound, but because he was having trouble finding a proper equilibrium between patience and lust.
Back when Seth had been with Nephthys, they’d done out a lot: Nephthys was experimental and suggested a variety of things to try in bed. But Seth had to hold back at times, because he knew he was too strong. Nephthys was encouraging, but Seth always feared hurting her somehow.
Horus, though, pushed back into Seth, and the older god could feel the power in Horus’ body. Horus’ muscular chest pressed against Seth’s, to the point Seth could feel Horus’ chest rise and fall with his breathing.
Seth hadn’t stopped thinking about the demonstration at the dojo. Horus holding him. Seth knew it wasn’t the most professional – he’d certainly trained soldiers closely before, and nothing like this had happened then – but Horus pressed against him like this was entirely different from Seth’s imagination, or the brief, platonic touches in the studio. The air itself seemed full of heat.
Seth couldn’t pinpoint one specific moment where everything had changed. It felt sudden. It felt like forever. It felt good, too, the way Horus’ fingers moved down Seth’s right calf and rucked up Seth’s shorts.
Seth wasn’t sure he was allowed to feel good about this, after everything he’d done and failed to do, but he was too weak to resist it. He leaned into Horus’ fingers and raised his leg a little, groaning as Horus’ hand pressed under the fabric and caressed more of Seth’s skin.
Seth had been married to Nephthys for years. He was used to the difficulties of the battlefield and what soldiers turned to for comfort. He’d been on the sun boat and had many offers there for a bedmate, or something quick between shifts watching out for enemies. He’d always said no. Before, he hadn’t been interested in anyone other than Nephthys, and later he wasn’t interested in things that way, not after Osiris, or his foolish night with Horus during the trial, and he didn’t trust any of the gods there for that. If he got off, it was on his own, in his room, where he felt no one could see him. Or at least no one said anything about it.
But here he was now, with Horus, again. Horus, who’d confessed to loving Seth for centuries. Who’d worked hard to free Seth from the sun boat. Who’d helped Seth reconnect with their family. Who didn’t stonewall Seth or try to manipulate him. Who helped where he could. Sat with Seth when Seth was feeling a bit too lonely but refused to admit to it. Had opened his home and spare time to Seth.
Horus, who was pushy but tried not to be. Unlike some of Seth’s other family, who seemed to realize ambushing him was the best solution to their problems. Horus simply invited Seth over, encouraging Seth to open up at his own pace.
Horus, who felt guilty for the things he’d done to Seth.
Horus’ middle finger pressed between Seth’s ass cheeks, teasing at the soft flesh within. The material of the shorts was tight against them both. Seth broke the kiss to press his head against Horus’ neck, embarrassed at his own neediness, but wanting more.
Horus hummed pleasantly.
“Just…” Seth said… “Be careful…” He could still recall the way Osiris mocked him. How Osiris said that Seth would get used to the pain. That he was actually enjoying it, when his body was just reacting and he was terrified.
Seth and Horus weren’t fighting for dominance this time. They were perhaps not the most clear-headed, but there was no battle for the throne anymore. No desperation in the dark, no mirror. All they had was a mutual want of each other.
Horus stopped moving his fingers before turning to press kisses to Seth’s neck.
Seth’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I will,” Horus said. “Let me know if anything hurts.”
Seth swallowed and nodded before saying, “I didn’t want you to stop.”
Horus chuckled before pressing his fingers forward a bit.
Seth used his sand powers to soften his insides a bit, inviting Horus to move forward rather than hesitate. Then he shut his eyes and tightened his grip on Horus’ back. He felt Horus press a finger inside of him. Seth’s body felt wound up, like it might explode into pieces at any moment.
Seth could feel Horus’ hard cock against his own. Seth knew he had admirers, but getting extra confirmation that Horus really was into this was… heady. It wasn’t like the lascivious looks some gods on the sun boat gave him, because Seth knew Horus far more intimately than most people. He knew Horus was genuine, despite everything they’d been through.
Horus’ finger thrust in and out, slowly.
Seth didn’t know when he started pushing back into it, which bumped their cocks together, too, but he noticed when Horus pulled out entirely, before returning with two fingers, fucking both of them inside Seth.
Seth hissed slightly and said, “This would be easier with the shorts off.” The friction as it was now was a mix of pleasant and too rough. His cock felt too trapped as Horus’ arm pulled against it.
“They practically trap me inside you,” Horus teased, making Seth shiver again. Horus was clearly happy with the set-up. “But if you want them off…?”
Seth used his sand to rip the material to shreds, letting Horus’ free hand push even deeper.
“Haah,” Seth said on one thrust. He wrapped his leg around Horus’ waist, holding him tightly. His red hair brushed his sweaty skin with each thrust.
“I liked you in them,” Horus said, a bit forlorn. “Though I do have recommendations for different ones, if you want.”
Seth laughed. “You imagine me in other shorts?”
“…Yes.”
Seth snorted as he replied, “You’re ridiculous.” He imagined wandering around the apartment wearing more clothes Horus picked out, with Horus trying to hide his hard-on.
It would definitely be amusing.
“You have a nice ass,” Horus said, thrusting his fingers and spreading them around. He added a third at last. “The way you move around in shorts is…” He swallowed thickly. “It looks good.” His voice then was very tight, and his thrusting grew a bit more erratic.
Seth grinned against the side of Horus’ face. “Well right now I want you of those pants of yours. It feels rude that I’m half-naked and you’re still fully clothed.”
Horus’ pants immediately fell to the floor, with only a wisp of wind lightly caressing Seth’s hair.
“So obedient,” Seth murmured, pleased. And so quick. He really is hungry for me.
Seth thought that was kind of cute.
Horus used his fingers in Seth’s ass to pull him closer and then upward, so that Horus’ cock gently rubbed the cleft of Seth’s ass.
Seth raised his left leg to wrap around Horus’ middle, pressing Horus’ cock downward a bit more. “You can put it in properly.” His body was practically thrumming at this point.
Horus breathed in deeply before pulling his fingers out, leaving Seth feeling empty. But Horus’ cock was quick to replace it, pressing inside.
Seth winced at the size of it, but it wasn’t too terrible, especially when he softened the way with his sand and Horus went somewhat slowly.
“Is that all right?” Horus asked, sounding worried.
Seth nodded, though he stayed as still as he could while he adjusted. “Just… move carefully… I’m not really used to it…” He knew his body reacted to it, and he’d since looked it up, at least after he realized he was physically reacting to Horus. There had been a lot of books and blogs on this kind of thing, and he’d gotten lost exploring for a few nights. He wanted answers for the world he’d only seen in glimpses: if his body was really interested in that, he needed to know all that he could.
He didn’t want a repeat of the night with Osiris. Or that first mistake with Horus. Knowing the mirror had affected Horus… it changed things. Horus wasn’t the same man Seth had met the last night they were together like this. They were both different. Every time they brushed each other in the kitchen, Seth could feel Horus’ aching want, rather than his shocked surprise that night Seth snuck into Horus’ room.
Seth had no interest in revenge. But he wanted so badly, in ways he couldn’t quite describe. He was glad Horus had eyes of his own, anyway.
Horus obeyed Seth’s earlier request and moved carefully as he slowly thrust deeper within Seth’s ass. His left hand held Seth’s right hip, and his right hand held Seth’s left thigh.
Seth’s back rested against the hard kitchen wall, and his face was buried in Horus’ shoulder. He measured his breathing. Horus’ cock wasn’t precisely pleasant so much as intrusive. But it didn’t hurt, either, which was an improvement.
Then Horus pressed deeper, and Seth’s hands tightened on Horus’ back as his breathing sped up.
“Did I hurt you?” Horus asked in alarm.
“Fuck,” Seth gasped, trying to focus. “Do that again! Do that… fuck—!”
Horus carefully withdrew before pressing back in at the same angle.
Seth moaned without thinking as a wave of pleasure went through him. His fingernails sharpened against Horus’ shirt, cutting into the cloth, as his body just reacted.
Horus’ breathing grew more labored and kept thrusting in at that angle, making Seth moan loudly each time in a way that went straight to his core, and gasp between each thrust.
Seth squeezed his hips around Horus’ cock, and felt his own cock leaking over his stomach.
“You feel good, Seth,” Horus said breathily. He squeezed Seth’s thigh. “So good…”
Seth laughed, not sure how to respond to that. Horus had only been angry and demanding the last time they were like this. And Osiris had focused on himself and how he felt Seth should feel.
Seth pulled his right hand back, reaching between them to grasp his own cock. He tried to time it with Horus’ movements, though he was a bit distracted by Horus’ breath on his shoulder. He was so close to release, he could nearly taste it.
He couldn’t have imagined a life like this after the sun boat. He thought he’d be trapped there forever, or sent to some other horrible punishment. And even when Ra had let him go, he’d thought that’s what this place was. Being trapped by the man who’d defeated him. Humiliated him in different ways. The son of the man who’d destroyed him.
But Horus cradled him close, now, like Seth was precious. He pressed his lips against Seth’s neck, like he was hungry and Seth was the perfect meal. His cock thrust deep inside Seth, out, and back in again, almost like Seth was made for him, and sent pleasure through Seth’s body.
Horus was handsome and kind, and wanted to help Seth work through his issues, and Seth still wasn’t sure he deserved this. He imagined Maat or Isis could pop up any moment and scream at him, and tell him he’d earned worse punishment for what he was doing: corrupting the better god fucking his way inside Seth’s body.
Nut and Nephthys had both encouraged him to reach out when he wanted something. Geb had said he was proud of what Seth was doing. Anubis was happy Seth was back.
Seth’s eyes were wet. Was he really happy he was back? Was this a mistake he was making because he’d dared to think, for a second, that maybe being here wasn’t a mistake?
“Seth?” Horus asked as he slowed his thrusting. “What’s wrong?” He sounded worried again.
“Don’t stop,” Seth said as he squeezed himself and Horus harder. “Keep going. Please.”
Horus hesitated for just a moment, before returning to his thrusts.
Seth shut his eyes just in time for pleasure to rip through him, and he cried out as he finally came, spilling into his hand.
Horus’ hips sped up, and Seth felt when Horus released inside of him. But he was too distant from it all to care.
The release kept him floaty and made him sag into Horus’ grip, grateful the younger god was strong.
He wondered if he’d ruined the cooking lesson.
“You couldn’t ruin it,” Horus said, making Seth realize he’d spoken aloud. “You were perfect.” Horus turned his head to kiss the right side of Seth’s brow. “Thank you.”
Seth didn’t know that he could be perfect. He hadn’t protected Nephthys. He’d doubted her for the wrong reasons. He’d struck out at Nut, ignored his father, hurt Anubis… But he liked that Horus thought better of him. He liked that Horus allowed Seth to want better than he was, better than he’d had in the past.
He liked that, at least for a moment, he could have better.