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“Are you sure about this?”
Trazyn looked up from where he sat on the large onyx slab that dominated the room. It was Orikan’s room really, as the only time it ever saw use was when the astromancer had occasion to visit Solemnace. Though Necrons needed little comfort, this room provided it anyway-- rich drapes appointed the walls, and soft light filtered through sheer fabrics that swayed gently despite the lack of air currents. Chairs of elegant metalwork flanked a table that projected a half-finished game of senet.
Orikan was watching him from where he perched on the edge of one of these chairs, his question hanging in the lifeless air.
Trazyn smiled. “My dear Orikan, of course I am. We’ve been planning this for quite some time, remember. I’m more than ready.” He leaned back, letting his legs part slightly, smirking at how Orikan’s ocular darted down to catch the movement. “Unless, of course, the stars are misbehaving?”
Orikan’s ocular snapped back to his and he crossed his arms, scowling. “The stars do not misbehave.”
“Semantics, of course,” Trazyn waved his hand dismissively. “I do not claim to know the particulars, but you have often complained of faulty predictions on Solemnace.”
“This damned gallery of yours is a blight on the time stream,” Orikan spat. “Even among temporal anomalies it stands out as a cancer.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Trazyn decided.
Orikan muttered something that sounded like old fool.
“But will this… temporal wonder…”
“Tumor.”
“Unique pattern in the tapestry of time…”
Orikan scoffed. “Even in that clumsy metaphor, Solemnace is a hopeless knot.”
“But,” Trazyn pushed on, “will it affect your little energy trick?”
“As I told you before, it is not a ‘little trick’.”
“Orikan--”
“But, I have no reason to expect it will interfere with my transformation.” Orikan sat back in his chair. “I only need to harness the energy of the celestial alignment. It is pure mathematics. Even you could not disrupt the fabric of the universe that badly. Now be quiet. The stars are right, and I need to focus.”
Flattered, Trazyn sat back and watched as Orikan bowed his head, folding his hands into arcane gestures, muttering an incantation. At first nothing happened. Then his whole body began to glow. Even from the other side of the room, Trazyn could feel waves of heat rolling off him. Then Orikan twisted his hands, and the waves reversed, rushing back with the force of a gale, almost knocking Trazyn to the ground. The wall hangings flapped wildly, fabric snapping in the sudden wind. Light itself seemed to bend around the astromancer, as if he were the center point of his very own singularity. Orikan was glowing so brightly now that Trazyn’s oculars shut themselves down to avoid frying. When they rebooted, Trazyn looked up. And up. And up.
The being of energy that Orikan had become stretched, its form crackling and hissing in a way that reminded Trazyn of a spine popping. It was hunched over, four claw-tipped hands scraping the floor even as its headdress scraped the ceiling. Its maw opened wide in a catlike yawn, flashing fiery fangs. The rest of the room seemed pitch-dark by comparison, but Trazyn didn’t care to look anywhere else. It was the most beautiful thing Trazyn had ever seen. (Well, technically, it ranked among the most beautiful things he’d seen, and perhaps belonged beside them in his gallery, but he pushed that thought away for now.)
Orikan had noticed him now, and it cocked its head to the side, regarding him with a void-black ocular that Trazyn thought he could stare into forever. He’d planned something different, though, so he filed that information away and leaned back on the onyx slab. With a thought, he molded his necrodermis so that a slit opened between his legs, already dripping with lubricant.
Orikan’s tail lashed, knocking over a chair. Its form was shifting, too, energy pooling at the base of its pelvis. Trazyn watched, his flux cycling faster as the energy solidified into a massive cock.
Orikan was on him in an instant, searing talons pinning him to the stone, cock thrusting up into his ribcage. Cables tore, leaking bright green flux onto the stone as Trazyn’s hips rutted up, trying to grind his clit against Orikan’s cock as it slammed again and again into his core. Pleasure mixed with burning pain, and Trazyn moaned, oculars stuttering as his systems started to shut down.
Orikan’s energy form was heaving too, and Trazyn arched his back as his ribcage suddenly flooded with white-hot liquid energy. He writhed under Orikan’s claws, chasing his own release-- he wasn’t sure if, in this form, Orikan would be interested in another round.
Orikan leaned forward, shifting more weight onto Trazyn’s chest. It seemed to be examining the mess it’d made of his core. Slowly, it dipped its head down and dragged a long tongue-- a tongue! A part of Trazyn’s consciousness began a list of what he wanted to do with that tongue later-- up his chest, lapping up liquid energy and Trazyn’s flux alike. It was moving again, grinding into Trazyn’s ribcage with deep, rolling thrusts. Fangs latched onto his shoulder plating and tore, ripping the necrodermis armor away to gnaw on the joint underneath.
“Ins-- hah-- insatiable as a-always, my dear,” Trazyn gasped. Orikan rumbled in response, a sound not unlike a feline purr.
Trazyn was close, his systems seizing up as neared his peak. He thrust his hips desperately against Orikan, who growled and pushed him harder into the stone below. It bit down on his shoulder and wrenched, and Trazyn’s vision fizzled out as he came, clenching around nothing, fingers gripping the stone in dents that the maintenance scarabs would have to repair, again.
When his oculars blinked back to life, he saw that Orikan had ripped his entire right arm off and was gnawing on it like a chew toy. Flux dripped from severed cables onto Trazyn’s face.
The Necrons were a godless race. They had killed theirs millennia ago. But looking up at Orikan, its whole form alight, wreathed in white-hot flames-- Trazyn thought he could learn to worship again.
“Orikan,” he breathed.
The arm dropped with a clang as Orikan returned its attention to Trazyn, still pinned under its weight. Claws scraped down, smearing the liquid energy left in his chest cavity, down to trap his hips in their crushing grasp. With one sudden motion, Orikan yanked his hips up, and Trazyn yelped, legs dangling in the air, one remaining arm clawing at the stone to try and reorient himself. Orikan’s tongue rolled out again and licked a stripe up Trazyn’s dripping cunt, making Trazyn writhe and moan. Orikan stuck its tongue out again, lapping up lubricant from Trazyn’s hole, making happy staticky sounds. Trazyn relaxed into the feeling, letting Orikan do as it liked, shudders running through his entire body with each lick.
Then he felt the nudge of Orikan’s cock against his hole. Trazyn looked up, and saw Orikan lining itself up with him. Its cock was huge-- it had barely fit inside his ribcage-- and now it was forcing its way inside him, his necrodermis expanding to accommodate, the stretch almost unbearable. Trazyn’s vocal actuators glitched out as he moaned, back arching, flux still dripping from his chest and shoulder.
He was losing track of time. His chronosense had completely malfunctioned, and he wasn’t sure when. Orikan pumped him full of burning energy again and again, his systems screaming from exhaustion and yet unable to shut down. At some point, his remaining wrist had snapped from the force of Orikan’s grip, his hand dangling uselessly at the end of the broken limb. His ribs cracked, unable to withstand the full weight pressed upon them. Flux and liquid energy flooded his chest cavity, and for a brief, wild moment, Trazyn wondered what it would feel like to still have lungs, wondered what it would feel like to choke on his own blood with his lover’s hands still deep in his chest.
His systems were finally shutting down, despite Orikan’s constant recharging. His neural core was overheating. Every part of his body was too sensitive. Orikan’s claws dug into his sides again as he thrust into him, and pain and pleasure radiated through him in overlapping waves, overloading his sensors, his oculars glitching out again.
They didn’t come back on.
Somewhere through the blackness, Trazyn felt a tearing in his leg. He felt himself thrashing uncontrollably, his body reacting to a panic he did not feel. He realized he couldn’t feel Orikan’s touch anymore.
Then he fell off the slab with a metallic clunk.
He still couldn’t fucking see.
Claws wrapped around his remaining limbs again, but this time they were almost gentle, the grip looser, as if aware it could crush him as easily as blinking. Warmth surrounded him, not searing and painful like before, but comforting. Like an embrace. Trazyn couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually felt a warm embrace.
An eternity later, his oculars flickered back online. He found himself in Orikan’s lap, still covered in his own flux, Orikan nuzzling his neck cables like a feline.
“Ha,” Trazyn rasped, saving the image to his memory banks. “I never knew you to be so affectionate, my dear Orikan.”
Orikan purred, glowing a bit brighter as it wrapped itself tighter around Trazyn.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he reminded it.
Its eye blinked open, staring deep into his own oculars. Trazyn stared back, mesmerized, until it closed again. His gaze lowered to its maw and he suddenly remembered the tongue.
He reached up with his remaining arm to brush his fingers across Orikan’s cheek. They burned, but the sensation was closer to a hot spring than to the center of a star. Orikan’s eye opened again and Trazyn thought, fuck it.
He leaned up and kissed Orikan, pressing his faceplate against its fiery mouth. To his delight, its tongue slid out almost immediately and began leaving burning streaks of energy along his jaw, caressing him even as he pulled Orikan closer, struck by a hunger he hadn’t felt in millennia. Even in their previous… dalliances, he’d never kissed Orikan. What would be the point? They had no lips. But this…
He could get used to this.
Orikan’s cock, still hard beneath him, was becoming impossible to ignore, so Trazyn began stroking it, rubbing his wrecked and still-leaking cunt against it. Orikan mewled into Trazyn’s faceplate, and Trazyn wished he could eat that noise forever, make it part of his form and carry it with him until this universe was ash and dust.
Orikan returned its attention to Trazyn’s neck, nuzzling and licking there. It bit down, and Trazyn groaned, flux spilling warm over his shoulder. He humped desperately against Orikan’s cock, feeling his systems overload again, his vision stuttering, but Orikan’s claws dug into his core and he felt a flood of energy rush through him.
“More,” he gasped, hoping Orikan could understand him like this. “Please-- Orikan-- I need--”
Orikan lifted him like a toy and with one motion, impaled him on its cock. Trazyn threw his head back and moaned, split open around a fire that thrust again and again deep inside him. He did his best to move with it, but his hips were so ruined now and his entire lower half so covered in his own flux that he couldn’t tell if he was even functional.
Talons gripped his jaw and wrenched it back into another devouring kiss. The lower half of his deathmask tore off completely, tossed aside with a clatter. Orikan’s tongue lavished him anyway, drinking flux straight from the torn cables of his neck and face as Trazyn shuddered through another overload.
Overload after overload after overload, Trazyn wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that. Eventually he realized that Orikan’s movements had slowed; that Orikan was smaller beneath him, wriggling.
“Get off, you’re heavy,” he grunted, voice muffled.
With some difficulty, Trazyn dragged himself off Orikan’s lap. He lay on the slab, still leaking flux, still covered in sizzling white liquid energy. With Orikan no longer flooding him with energy, he would soon drift into the energy-saving shutdown he usually did after overloads. He laughed, vocal actuators stuttering.
Orikan scowled at him. “Perverted old man.”
“Only for you, my dear Orikan.”
Trazyn didn’t quite catch Orikan’s reply, but he did feel the squeeze of his hand right before his systems shut down for self-repair.
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