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Uriel starred at what his partner was holding. Maybe, if he bore his gaze hard enough, what he was seeing would… change? They were in the warp after all, stranger things had happened.
"You said you had a gift for me…" Uriel carefully tried.
Honsou's grin only grew wider.
"Yes. And this is the gift." He said with a gleeful voice. In his outstretched hand, stood a thick, beautiful black leather collar , with gold hardware and a heavy ring in the front, to attach a leash , presumably.
A few years ago, Uriel would have not believed that he could ever betray the Imperium. And yet…. Being cast away from the Ultramarine, and receiving a strange offer, from the weirdest Space marines he had ever met…
He now stood at Honsou side. Loyal. Useful. Valued . It was so strange.
The least surprising thing, about their partnership, was how they had ended up… Well. Together. Sharing Honsou's war room was only marginally less intimate than sharing his bed, it turned out. And the Iron Warrior valued him, inside and out, and visibly took great delight in screwing a son of Guilliman.
There was a shuffle from Honsou once more, and Uriel was dragged back to the present. And to the goddamn collar that Honsou was pushing toward him. He raised his eyes, and met Honsou excited, sparkling blue ones. God, he had pretty eyes.
".... You want me to wear this?" Uriel Voice was already defeated, as the grin on Honsou only got wider.
"I got the leash that goes along with it! C'mon, put it on already, I have to check to see if it fit properly." Joyful said Honsou. I was an absolute lie, of course the warsmith would have made sure that the damn collar fit in advance, he always paid attention to that kind of detail.
And to Uriel, for some reasons.
With a long suffering sigh, the ex Ultramarine picked up the offending object, and slowly, regretting every stupid choice he ever made that brought him to this instant, he secured the collar around his neck.
The leather was surprisingly soft, and the fit was snug, without any real give but not too tight either. A perfect fit. As he lowered his hands, shame already coloring his cheeks, it was Honsou's turn to run his finger against the collar, looking incredibly pleased with himself.
"Look like it fit well" commented Honsou absently, as he pressed on the black material. "I made it myself, you know? I wanted something nice for you." He looped his finger in the front ring, and tugged, a grin forming on his face.
Uriel was forced to shuffle forward, head low. He could have probably fought the pull, broke the collar with ease. But that wasn't the point of that game, wasn't it? The point for Honsou to exert control, and for Uriel to willingly give it. He tugged even lower, forcing Uriel to kneel at his feet, and then look up at Honsou.
This is what you truly want, don't you? To be worshipped and adored? Almost said Uriel, but he held his tongue. His eyes did flutter however, when Honsou caressed his short black hairs. And while he was distracted by the gentle caress, the other hand moved at lightning speed, and in an instant, he heard a metallic click.
Honsou had attached a fucking leash to the collar.
Uriel at the urge to bare his teeth and growl at the actions, at how none of this was pre negotiated, but the hand was still in his hair, still lovingly petting his black lock and the eyes of the Iron Warriors were now sparkling in delight at the sight.
"There you go" he murmured, voice infinitely pleased. "My own loyalist, at my feet, on a leash. Now you know who is your master." Said Honsou. The hand in his hair trailed down, holding his chin firmly, raised, so that he would be holding his gaze. And in that moment, Uriel understood what this was all about.
It was about loyalty.
Honsou was born and raised as a traitor. He had no concept of fidelity and trust. The people around him were always ready to backstab him, he constantly had to be vigilant, on his guard… Except with Uriel.
Uriel Ventris, the renegade who accepted his offered hand. The one who couldn't lie, who always told him, right in his face, if he had issues with Honsou. The ultramarines, who may have forsaken his chapter, but who still had that bone deep loyalty inside of him. That loyalty that Honsou craved , could not get enough of, and wich was visibly getting him off, as he held a god damn leash and praised Uriel.
It was strangely empowering.
"And now what?" Said Uriel, embarrassment coloring his voice. "You want me to bark like a dog? Wait no, don't answer that-" he added in a rush, when he saw the pure delight his words had caused on Honsou face.
"You do make the prettiest loyalist pet there is." He joked, going so far as scratching under uriel chin . Annoyed at his actions, Uriel tried to nip at Honsou's fingers, acting just like the dog Honsou apparently desired. It made his partner breath hitch… and tug on the leash, forcing him to move his head in a specific way.
"Seem like my dog still need training…" murmured Honsou, his eyes heavy with meaning. The situation was also getting to Uriel, and he had to swallow, feeling his pants slowly getting uncomfortable. "Can't let you go around and bite people, your not a feral Night Lord…" he shuffled closer, and Uriel could not help but nuzzle forward, pushing his face against his partner's crotch. The smell of arousal was slowly getting into the air, the hormones so clear to the both of them.
He could feel Honsou hard cock against his face, just separated by pants and brief. With hooded eyes, he nuzzled the hard dick, mouthing at it through the clothing. Honsou groaned, his hand insistent in Uriel's hair, pressing him there.
"Fuck. That's it. Your gonna be my good pet and suck me off? Your gonna lick me good and show me how much you love me?" Growled Honsou, making both of them shiver violently.
Love.
They never… said that word, directly to one another. They would infer it, they would say that they loved doing something, that the other loved them, but never could they actually utter the phrase "I love you." It just felt… too ridiculous, in their situations, between a chaos space marine and a traitor. There weren't made to love. What they had between them was…. More complicated, in some way.
I didn't mean that the word didn't provoke any reactions out of them.
Uriel propped his chin up, making sure that his collar was exposed, and used his most innocent eyes and voice.
"I am but a poor dog, I certainly can't use my hands to get to your cock, master ." He especially layed it thick on the last word, and saw with delight the pupil of Honsou dilate. The warsmith could only curse at his words, and he quickly lowered his pants, freeing his hard cock, letting it rest against Uriel's face.
The ultramarine gave a small moan, before slowly starting to lick at the member. He had not expected to be…. This much into worshiping his partner. Then again, he was an Ultramarine. Programmed to follow order, and to enjoy it. Getting praised for it, recognised for his value… It only fuelled the fire inside of him.
He wrapped his lips at the tip, and slowly started to suck, focusing on the head of the cock. It was harder to do the entire process without his hands, but he was committed to the bit now, he had to do this without them. He drooled extra, hating that he was being messy, but knowing that it excited Honsou.
As he was slowly working his way down the cock, he felt a jolt forward, forcing him to take almost all of it, and he choked a bit… before raising his eyes, and realising that Honsou had pulled on the leash , forcing him to stay in place and suck his cock further.
The Iron Warrior then doubled down by pushing his head even further down, making him choke on the cock fully, as his nose touched his lower belly. He readjusted the leash, keeping him immobile on his cock, only able to moan weakly as his throat spasmed around the intruder.
"Perfect," murmured Honsou. The hand in his hair, that had pushed down and was still doing so, was tenderly rubbing circles in his scalp. Uriel had to close his eyes, to focus on the act. "So beautiful. You are such a good pet. They were so stupid so get ride of you. I'm never letting you go, Uriel, never. " The possessiveness of his voice was making his head spin, and Uriel could only moan weekly at the idea of belonging to someone, forever.
As he choked some more, Honsou had one last groan and pushed himself as deep as he could, cumming down the black haired man's throat. Uriel obediently swallowed it all, white noise and pure arousal the only thing filling his head now. Then, as suddenly as he had been pushed down, he was dragged back, still by the damn leash, and gasped for air, spit dripping down his chin. He panted, hard as a rock, while Honsou admired him.
"So pretty like this." Murmured the iron warrior. Then, without ceremony, he pushed Uriel onto his back, pulled at his pants, and literally ripped his shirt. If anyone else had done such actions, the ex ultramarine would have fought, would have seen it as an act of aggression. But the longs whispers of praise and endearment coming from Honsou were more than enough, and he had to admit, the spark of danger that those actions caused in him only made him harder. Once nude, he instinctively raised his arms above his head, crossing his wrist. Honsou swore at that, pulling at his own clothes with violence, before sitting himself on Uriel, completely nude, and pinning down the wrist so deliberately offered.
"A slut." Declared Honsou, delighted. "A Ultramarine slut, all obedient, and all for me. They were so stupid to let you go, pet." He purred, dropping a kiss to Uriel's eyelids. His ass was grinding against Ventris cock, and the collared man could not help but moan in pleasure. And yet, he still found the mental capacity to answer with a grin.
"Am I really a slut? I'm not the one hungry for loyalist cock." He boldly said, fighting the blush on his cheeks at his own vulgarity. And yet, what could have been seen as a death wish by any other was only met with delighted laughter from his partner.
"Cheeky! The dog can bite back!" Grinned Honsou. He then let go of his wrists, and pulled on the leash, forcing Uriel to meet him halfway up, for a filthy, deep kiss. The Ultramarine could not wait much longer, and grabbed the muscular ass of his partner, finding with only half a surprise that a plug was already deeply lodged inside the Iron Warrior ass. Greedy man. He could never wait to be filled. He grabbed on the plug, pushing it deeper inside, getting a desperate moan out of Honsou. It was so much fun , to be able to fuck like this, to willingly give his obedience, and knowing that stepping out of line would not get him any real punishment. At least, nothing more than an annoyed bite to the throat which just made his cock harder.
"Good pets don't tease, Uriel. Be a darling and get that fat cock of yours in me won't you?" whispered Honsou against his throat, kissing at the edge of the collar. Uriel groaned, and obediently pulled the plug out, shivering at the hard moan it pulled out of his excited partner. The Iron Warrior was getting hard again, his delicious Space Marine stamina once more in play. Without waiting much more and finding that the loose hole of his partner still had lube, Uriel angled his cock, and pushed inside.
Space Marines are warm. Warmer than natural humans. As a result, Honsou's ass was a delicious wet furnace, as he slowly rolled his hips inside the familiar heat. This. This was, to his great shame, probably the biggest reason why he had defected. To feel this intense pleasure, as his partner pulled on a fucking leash, treating him like a goddamn animal, and yet whispering sweet praise and tender words. Being allowed to love and be loved. Being allowed to enjoy and experience things he never had before, on his own accord, to live new experiences, things that were completely outside of the confines of his extremely codified past life.
He bucked harder, angling his hips just so, hitting the prostate of his partner dead on, making Honsou yelp. The Iron warrior was rolling his hips back, grinding down, wanting it harder, deeper. Never satisfied, always wanting more, out of everything, out of Uriel himself. Uriel got both of his hands around his solid waist, and pushed him downward, over and over again, gripping hard enough to leave bruises, in an embarrassingly familiar blue color. Anyone else would have probably been shot on the spot for such a behavior, for daring to fuck a warsmith this hard, but it only made Honsou harder, more frenetic. He bite at Uriel's neck harder, leaving his own personal collar of bruises around the black leather, always wanting to mark Uriel more, to make sure that the entire galaxy would know who owned Uriel now.
He pulled at the leash some more, upward, almost strangling his partner, it made Uriel wheeze, and his cock, impossibly harder.
"I should have gotten you a choker" panted Honsou hotly in his ear. "Get you all wheezing and begging for air. Make you cum hard and almost pass out. I get to decide if you breathe." Uriel swore at those words, at the pure heat in them, grabbed at Honsou cock, making his partner moan loudly. He also bite at the hand holding the leash, breaking the skin, letting the flow of blood rush inside of him, bringing with it all the sensation, pleasure and feelings that Honsou was experiencing, an almost live feed, as he lapped at the skin and felt himself cumming, crashing like a wave, his hand frantic now on the sex of his partner. He felt the thrill of Honsou, the pure, vicious joy at being filled, of having Uriel feel so good that he had no choice but cum inside of his master/partner/owner, and knowing that Uriel was getting the after image of his feelings, but sucking on his blood. The Iron warrior came on that thought. The orgasm almost triggering a second one in Uriel, as he experienced it all.
They slowly winded down, and Uriel detached his blood stained lips from Honsou hand, gently licking at the wound as it healed under his tongue, greedily getting to the last drop of that sweet pleasure. Honsou was careful, not always allowing him to taste his blood during sex, not wanting to get Uriel addicted. But sometimes, if they were in the throes of intense pleasure, he would allow it, let the ultramarine bite down, and let his affections, his pleasure, all the unsaid things between them, be spelled in blood.
He gently ran a hand over the already healing bruise of Uriel's neck, making him shiver. Uriel then saw the hand go for the gold ring in the front of the collar, his collar, unclasping the leash. Honsou then fully slumped against him, content in their post orgasmic haze. Uriel could not help but wrap his arms against him, smiling at how… cute , for lack of a better word, Honsou was acting.
He shifted, pulling his cock out of his partner, making the Iron Warrior give a grumpy growl. It made Uriel laugh.
"I can't always stay inside you, you know!" Cheekily said Uriel. That earned him a flick on his nose.
"Damn shame. Your cock is one of your best qualities." Bite back Honsou, completely ignoring that he was giving tender butterfly kisses in between his biting words. It made Uriel roll his eyes and hide back a smile. But then, his eyes fell to the side, to the discarded toy he had pulled out of his partner.
".... If you really like being full that much '' murmured Uriel, his hand slowly rubbing Honsou back. "... I can plug you back up, and have you walk around all day with my cum inside you. Including during your meeting with your Primarch later."
The frankly evil grin on Honsou's face was all the answer he needed to grab the plug.