Favoritism [Egyptian Mythology, Sutekh/Inpu, AO]
Title: Favoritism
Author: sumthinlikhuman
Pairing: Sutekh/Inpu
Rating: AO
Warnings: slash, dub-con that border on non-con, incest
Prompt: Mythology, Anubis/Set: Rough Sex - Darkness is the first to recognize other darkness
Summary: Because he isn’t the favorite, Inpu is given the awkward tasks.
Notes: I went a little crazy with my research, so’s you know, and flipped things up with the pairing-as can be seen-because, face it, nobody tops the big bad, uh, whatever-the-hell Sutekh is. And that’s another thing: use of the most genuine versions of the names I could find. If you don’t know the names, uh, I’m pretty much too lazy to fill you in. WIKIPEDIA FED ME EVERYTHING, GUYS.
When Heru shows up in the long hall, Inpu dreads for his brother-cousin, but can not find it in him to warn the boy of what awaits him. After all, in the end what has happened is entirely Heru’s doing.
Were Heru not the favored of Usir’s sons-and Inpu understands, truthfully he does, but he does resent, being the eldest of the two of them-it would have been him to come before Sutekh on the first round, painted and beguiling rather than deadly and dark and masked in a face of threat, in the stead of Inpu’s distinct inexperience and inability to read anyone but his mother.
There is nothing for it, Inpu reflects, and steels himself for warning his brother-cousin of all he knows.
It has been three weeks since Inpu left the Afterworld and his mother. Then he was painted and beguiling, wearing white and blue like a first born, and red to entice Sutekh, and disregarding the jackal to walk as a man and conceal himself in the crowd. His mother assured, “He will know you as my own, he will feel your energies. Do not let him deceive you, my son. You are too knowing for his games.”
When he arrived in the long hall, he had not been expecting people, though he supposed he ought to have. They were different than those of the Afterworld, laughing and tossing back their heads and always reaching out and touching. There were women with smeared paint and men with gold and black on their lips from those smears, and hands and arms everywhere. The heat was oppressive. Sutekh was still easy to find-tall and majestic and holding the was and the crook, red and white and black, masked in a face of compliance and love for the people of the river-valley.
And he did, as Inpu’s mother said, know him on sight. Sutekh had smiled a smile fit for any dog, had cupped his cheeks and said, “Ah, Nephew. You have grown up well, I see. How tall and strong you are now. You look like your father, but more like your mother,” the last said with contempt for both.
Inpu had smiled, wishing for the safety of the jackal on his face. “And you, Uncle. You prosper here in my father’s halls.”
“So cruel, Inpu-si-Usir,” Sutekh had said, half-pout and half-sneer in his voice, and plied beer upon Inpu with a grin through the mask. “Come, you must enjoy yourself, Nephew. I would be a poor host if you were not to enjoy my hospitality.”
“Of course, Uncle.”
And the beer had flowed. When Sutekh came around, he assured that Inpu’s cup was full, and Inpu made sure Sutekh had, at times, a cup to fill. He watched the crowd and felt the heat and recluse creep over him like a crowd whenever a painted girl would flaunt near him, or a daring, drunken boy would fumble his way to the wall and smile with large, dark eyes-Inpu was under not delusions why boys like that were in the long hall now that Sutekh had come.
The fifth time Sutekh came around, he leaned against the wall. The guests of the long hall were streaming away-elsewhere in the grounds or out into the night, but the party was broken. Inpu stared into his mug of beer until the was raised to his chin and directed his eyes to Sutekh.
“I find I don’t know you well, Nephew,” Sutekh murmured. His breath stank of spiced meats and beer, and Inpu fought against squirming. The head of the was trailed down Inpu’s neck, and he breathed uneasily. “I find that you, alone among my brother’s sons, have yet to see me aside from the mask.”
Inpu shook, and felt at the dagger on his hip. Sutekh grinned through the mask once more, and plied the beer upon Inpu once more. His breath was hot on Inpu’s ear as he drank: “Do you think that little boar-spit is going to do much against me, Nephew? I had thought Nebt-Het smarter than all that where I was concerned. She should at least have given you something that might actually be a threat.”
“She’d held a hope you would be ignorant of me.”
“Inpu-si-Usir, you are a terrible liar.” The was trailed a cold line down Inpu’s chest, fell to his belt, tapped on the leather a few times before Sutekh chuckled again and murmured, “I am almost flattered you think you are not becoming. It is such a refreshing change from kept boys.”
“You plan to-?”
“I do, Inpu,” Sutekh whispered, and the heat of his breath and weight of the words sank Inpu’s shoulders and his hand from his knife. Sutekh smiled, mouth splitting wide with teeth, and ran a hand over Inpu’s arm; it smeared the ink there. “This way, Nephew.”
The corridor to the apartments was cool, he remembers, and Sutekh gentle then, a hand above Inpu’s belt in quiet assurance. It was in the apartments that Sutekh showed the red in more than just the colors he wore.
The bed was hard, a stiff mattress with a linen spread rich with huckweave. Sutekh towered before Inpu, hands on his shoulders, grinning through the mask for only a moment before he lifted a hand and removed the mask.
Beneath, he was pale and fine-featured, like the foreigners he enjoyed the company of. His eyes glinted in the moonlight. Inpu’s breath caught and his eyes flitted from dark, ruddy hair to kohl-lined eyes to the leather belt holding his robes closed at his narrow hips. Above him, Sutekh’s chuckle rumbled in his chest.
“Your interest shows, Nephew.”
“Do not call me that,” Inpu murmured. He diverted his eyes when Sutekh caught his wrists and brought them to the thick leather belt, urging them through the motions of unwinding it. “Do not call me that and do this.”
“Why not? I called your mother Sister. I called your father Brother. Why should I not call you as what you are?” And he leaned in, intimate and exuding unnatural heat for the cool stillness of the night. “Or were you hoping for some romanticism in this?”
The robes hung open, and Inpu could not divert his eyes effectively. Sutekh laughed and pressed an almost chaste kiss to Inpu’s hair as the robes slithered down his arms. The bed frame groaned with added weight as Sutekh crept his knees onto the mattress and pressed Inpu back.
Inpu barely thought, flinching the knife from its sheath and pressing it to the juncture of groin and thigh. Blood beaded fitfully against the glinting iron, and Sutekh leaned back-practically atop Inpu’s own sensitive groin, rubbing pointedly-to stare down his body at the little wound. He threw back his head and laughed after a moment, took Inpu’s wrist and twisted the knife away-and then continued until Inpu gasped and dropped the knife. It clattered noisily to the floor, and Sutekh’s chuckle became an unholy growl.
“You can’t say you were expecting otherwise,” Sutekh murmured, collecting Inpu’s other wrist and pinning both to the mattress. Inpu stared through the gloom of night at Sutekh; the moon cut a glance through the sheer curtains, alighting all along the red and ivory that composed Sutekh’s body, the kohl around his eyes that made them look far brighter than they should have. Sutekh smiled, teeth brilliant and terrifying. Without the mask, he failed to look like anything but a devil, and Inpu sank back against the cushions.
Sutekh let out another deep, eerie growl, hauling Inpu’s arms up and apart as he slid up his body. With an undignified yelp, Inpu struggled against Sutekh’s hands, knees bouncing up against the small of Sutekh’s back and biceps flexing. Sutekh, larger than him, held him effectively, that smile eking out as he leaned in close.
“Why make it difficult for yourself, Inpu-si-Usir?” Sutekh whispered against the folds of Inpu’s ear. “I will have what I want, whether you’re conscious of it or not.”
“Please-”
“Yes, Inpu, my wife’s son?”
The words didn’t come, and Inpu felt the smile against his neck rather than saw it. He shut his eyes when Sutekh pulled, tilted his chin away as he felt his belt unwind, slipping from around his waist in jerking, terribly unsettling movements. Sutekh’s fingers were cold, long and bony on his hips, pulling away fabric to get at the skin underneath.
Inpu could feel the jackal in him, rising and ready to snap at Sutekh.
It receded on the first slap, and Inpu opened his eyes, staring at Sutekh in surprise. The smile still gleamed there, and Inpu found he could not look away from that smile then. Sutekh’s fingers rose up his stomach, over his chest, and held down his shoulders with little force.
“I promise,” Sutekh whispered, sliding further up Inpu’s stomach to settle a top his chest, “that you will not forget this. Cousin. Nephew.” His thumb caught on Inpu’s lower lip then, worried between his teeth to spread his mouth wide as Sutekh murmured, “And if you bite me, I will make this very memorable.”
The first touch of flesh was to his lips. Inpu squeezed his eyes shut as Sutekh touched the back of his neck and encouraged him upon it, pressing into his mouth with slow, graceful rolls of his hips. The taste and smell of it choked Inpu, even masked by light perfumes, and Inpu coughed harshly the first time Sutekh pulled it from his mouth.
The second slap didn’t hurt or startle as much as the first, the wet slap of hard sex against his cheek before it touched his lips again. Sutekh smeared it over his lips, touched the heavy vein on its underside against Inpu’s lips-the smell of it filled Inpu’s nose, flesh and bitterness and the certainty of arousal, and the pain of other men and women. Inpu believed that Sutekh would hurt him, then, smelling the pain of others on his sex, and he opened his lips against the bitter flesh, letting it slip into his mouth again.
Sutekh hissed and laughed, asked, “Do you know how many of been speared before you, Inpu? Before you were even thought of by your whore mother? She cried for it, you know, begged in the night.” It tapped the back of Inpu’s throat, went beyond beside his want to gag; he scrabbled his nails over Sutekh’s legs, groaning softly, sobbing. Sutekh’s leer was audible: “I see you enjoy it as well.”
Inpu gasped for air when Sutekh pulled away, struggled until Sutekh rose from his chest and strewed himself across the bed. Inpu watched him, cautious and fearful, but did not wait for the command, moving and coming between Sutekh’s legs to touch his hard sex and the heavy sack beneath with nervous, uncertain virgin fingers.
Inpu shut his eyes and felt Sutekh’s long, skinny fingers combing through his hair to cradle the back of his head and encourage. Sutekh’s hands felt more like his mother’s than his aunt’s, more like his brother-cousin’s than they had any right to, and Inpu forced thoughts of the family he loved from his mind, focusing on the heavy, heady flesh between his lips. Sutekh’s voice rose in encouragement; his fingers tightened; and Inpu tried not to gag and couch around the thick length of Sutekh’s sex.
He gasped for air when Sutekh pulled him away, looking up at that leering mouth and those harsh, glinting eyes. Slowly, he slunk back, turning away slightly and looking for his clothes on the floor.
Sutekh came upon him then, pinning his arms to the mattress again, forcing his legs apart and settling between them. Their thighs brushed, and Inpu squirmed rebelliously until he felt the blunt press of the moist head of Sutekh’s sex.
Sutekh’s voice was soft and heavy and quiet: “Would you prefer to do this like a dog, Inpu-si-Usir? Your father always liked it like that, and your mother as well. It’s no wonder you wear that form.”
“Please,” Inpu whispered, trying against Sutekh’s hold. He whimpered when the blunt press came again, more insistent than before. “Please, do not. Do not do this!”
“This is my palace, Inpu. My bed. And I will do and have whatever I wish.” His leer softened then, and Inpu shivered as Sutekh bent and pressed their lips together. “You cannot say you do not want this, Nephew, or you would already have quit this.”
“Please-!”
The next press preceded a burn and ache that made Inpu’s back arch and his mouth open in a silent, primal snarl. Sutekh chuckled, bending to press his lips and teeth and tongue to Inpu’s throat as he pushed, brutal and cruel, to seat himself inside of Inpu’s body. Steadily, the silent scream gained a soft keen to its edge; as Sutekh settled, his hips touching to Inpu’s backside, Inpu barked out a final rough yelp, sobbing on the end of it.
“Such tightness, Inpu-si-Usir,” Sutekh whispered, breathless and pleased. His eyes glinted. Inpu sobbed and turned his face away. “Have you never done this before? Or have you simply never been the woman?”
“Stop it,” Inpu begged. “Stop it. Take it out, take it out, do not do this-!” His words melted in a scream as Sutekh pulled out and pressed back in, more brutally than that initial sinking. Inpu’s nails scrabbled over Sutekh’s chest, clawing but catching without doing more damage than strands of blood brought to just beneath the surface.
When blood finally caught under Inpu’s nails, Sutekh growled and grabbed his arms, collecting them in one hand to pin them against the headboard. He lifted Inpu’s hips, sinking in faster and harder with each thrust.
“Stop it,” Inpu gasped, pulling against Sutekh’s hold, sobbing and begging nonsensically until Sutekh struck him again.
When his vision cleared, Sutekh glared down at him, his hips still and his eyes burning. “I have told you, haven’t I? This is my palace, and I will have as I please. You have had your chance to quit this, Inpu, and if I need take what I want by force and without your being conscious for it, then I shall.”
“Please,” Inpu whispered.
Sutekh smiled, and said in a voice so sickly sweet, “Would you prefer not to see my face as I make you my woman? Would you prefer to think of another? Your cousin-brother? Your father? Some man your mother keeps?” to which Inpu said nothing. Sutekh hissed his laughter, and Inpu screamed when he pulled out of him. “Have it that way.”
The bed groaned, distressed, as Sutekh turned Inpu onto his stomach, lifted him to his knees, grabbed his hands and held him down with his weight on them. Inpu hung his head between his elbows, tensed and terrified, as he felt the nudge of Sutekh’s sex on him again.
Sutekh lifted a hand, running it in solid reassurance down Inpu’s spine. “If you let out the tension,” he whispered, “it will hurt you less. You might even enjoy it.” His hand come around Inpu’s waist, went to his sex-no longer stiff as it had been briefly earlier-and pulled gently. Inpu shuddered, hunching slightly. He’d prefer to show his stomach and neck, prefer not to feel the Jackal in him now.
Sutekh sank into him again, smoother than before but with the same burn, and Inpu worried and thought he knew what that burn meant, thought he might sob at the defilement of his body. Had he wished it, had his mother warned him properly, he might not have so mourned the lose of his innocence; what woman now would have him, when Sutekh had already made him one.
A kiss came to the middle of his back, gentle and almost caring, and Inpu shuddered. Sutekh moved his sex within him, hand still touching intimately, coaxing reaction from him as the angle of penetration shifted from moment to moment.
A tremulous down stroke made Inpu gasp and arch, stare blindly ahead of him at the headboard. Sutekh chuckled against his spine, releasing Inpu’s hand to grip him by the hip and thrust, driving more shocked sounds from Inpu’s parted lips.
It was sinking back, taking Inpu atop his thighs, that drove Sutekh deeply inside and made Inpu cry out different than before. Sutekh cupped Inpu, high on the thighs, moving quickly within him as Inpu bit the palm of his own hand even while he touched his now hard sex, palming and pulling, keening all the while.
“Just like your mother,” Sutekh told him, pressing a possessive bite to the back of Inpu’s neck. Inpu cried out, releasing over his stubborn fist, sobbing softly as he felt blood well up against Sutekh’s teeth and the sudden, steady pulse within him that heralded Sutekh’s finish.
Inpu slumped then, staring at his hand in the moonlight and the mess they’d made of the bed. He made a quiet noise when Sutekh removed himself, let himself fall onto the stiff mattress and stare into the mixed shadow and moonlight of the room. A breeze moved the smell of sex around the room. Distant in the room, there was a hiss of incense being lit, and the slosh of water.
When Sutekh returned, Inpu had driven himself out of bed and to the balcony, with a staircase down to the bank of the Nile, her banks pale and glimmering in the darkness. Inpu started when Sutekh grabbed him, pulled against the hold until Sutekh said, “She will not have you.”
“Please,” Inpu begged. “I feel-. The filth is on me, in me, I only wish to be clean-”
“What’s the use?” Sutekh demanded. “I’ll only put the filth back.”
Resigned, Inpu remembers, he returned to the bed, let Sutekh wash him and apply ointment to the bite on his neck.
Still the bite stings and aches and reminds him, and he wonders, as he watches Sutekh’s eyes as he looks at Heru, if the same bite will mark Heru by the end of the evening. With Sutekh’s attention waned to a passing painted dancing boy, Inpu strikes out with a warning for his cousin-brother, and hopes it will be taken to heart.
Author: sumthinlikhuman
Pairing: Sutekh/Inpu
Rating: AO
Warnings: slash, dub-con that border on non-con, incest
Prompt: Mythology, Anubis/Set: Rough Sex - Darkness is the first to recognize other darkness
Summary: Because he isn’t the favorite, Inpu is given the awkward tasks.
Notes: I went a little crazy with my research, so’s you know, and flipped things up with the pairing-as can be seen-because, face it, nobody tops the big bad, uh, whatever-the-hell Sutekh is. And that’s another thing: use of the most genuine versions of the names I could find. If you don’t know the names, uh, I’m pretty much too lazy to fill you in. WIKIPEDIA FED ME EVERYTHING, GUYS.
When Heru shows up in the long hall, Inpu dreads for his brother-cousin, but can not find it in him to warn the boy of what awaits him. After all, in the end what has happened is entirely Heru’s doing.
Were Heru not the favored of Usir’s sons-and Inpu understands, truthfully he does, but he does resent, being the eldest of the two of them-it would have been him to come before Sutekh on the first round, painted and beguiling rather than deadly and dark and masked in a face of threat, in the stead of Inpu’s distinct inexperience and inability to read anyone but his mother.
There is nothing for it, Inpu reflects, and steels himself for warning his brother-cousin of all he knows.
It has been three weeks since Inpu left the Afterworld and his mother. Then he was painted and beguiling, wearing white and blue like a first born, and red to entice Sutekh, and disregarding the jackal to walk as a man and conceal himself in the crowd. His mother assured, “He will know you as my own, he will feel your energies. Do not let him deceive you, my son. You are too knowing for his games.”
When he arrived in the long hall, he had not been expecting people, though he supposed he ought to have. They were different than those of the Afterworld, laughing and tossing back their heads and always reaching out and touching. There were women with smeared paint and men with gold and black on their lips from those smears, and hands and arms everywhere. The heat was oppressive. Sutekh was still easy to find-tall and majestic and holding the was and the crook, red and white and black, masked in a face of compliance and love for the people of the river-valley.
And he did, as Inpu’s mother said, know him on sight. Sutekh had smiled a smile fit for any dog, had cupped his cheeks and said, “Ah, Nephew. You have grown up well, I see. How tall and strong you are now. You look like your father, but more like your mother,” the last said with contempt for both.
Inpu had smiled, wishing for the safety of the jackal on his face. “And you, Uncle. You prosper here in my father’s halls.”
“So cruel, Inpu-si-Usir,” Sutekh had said, half-pout and half-sneer in his voice, and plied beer upon Inpu with a grin through the mask. “Come, you must enjoy yourself, Nephew. I would be a poor host if you were not to enjoy my hospitality.”
“Of course, Uncle.”
And the beer had flowed. When Sutekh came around, he assured that Inpu’s cup was full, and Inpu made sure Sutekh had, at times, a cup to fill. He watched the crowd and felt the heat and recluse creep over him like a crowd whenever a painted girl would flaunt near him, or a daring, drunken boy would fumble his way to the wall and smile with large, dark eyes-Inpu was under not delusions why boys like that were in the long hall now that Sutekh had come.
The fifth time Sutekh came around, he leaned against the wall. The guests of the long hall were streaming away-elsewhere in the grounds or out into the night, but the party was broken. Inpu stared into his mug of beer until the was raised to his chin and directed his eyes to Sutekh.
“I find I don’t know you well, Nephew,” Sutekh murmured. His breath stank of spiced meats and beer, and Inpu fought against squirming. The head of the was trailed down Inpu’s neck, and he breathed uneasily. “I find that you, alone among my brother’s sons, have yet to see me aside from the mask.”
Inpu shook, and felt at the dagger on his hip. Sutekh grinned through the mask once more, and plied the beer upon Inpu once more. His breath was hot on Inpu’s ear as he drank: “Do you think that little boar-spit is going to do much against me, Nephew? I had thought Nebt-Het smarter than all that where I was concerned. She should at least have given you something that might actually be a threat.”
“She’d held a hope you would be ignorant of me.”
“Inpu-si-Usir, you are a terrible liar.” The was trailed a cold line down Inpu’s chest, fell to his belt, tapped on the leather a few times before Sutekh chuckled again and murmured, “I am almost flattered you think you are not becoming. It is such a refreshing change from kept boys.”
“You plan to-?”
“I do, Inpu,” Sutekh whispered, and the heat of his breath and weight of the words sank Inpu’s shoulders and his hand from his knife. Sutekh smiled, mouth splitting wide with teeth, and ran a hand over Inpu’s arm; it smeared the ink there. “This way, Nephew.”
The corridor to the apartments was cool, he remembers, and Sutekh gentle then, a hand above Inpu’s belt in quiet assurance. It was in the apartments that Sutekh showed the red in more than just the colors he wore.
The bed was hard, a stiff mattress with a linen spread rich with huckweave. Sutekh towered before Inpu, hands on his shoulders, grinning through the mask for only a moment before he lifted a hand and removed the mask.
Beneath, he was pale and fine-featured, like the foreigners he enjoyed the company of. His eyes glinted in the moonlight. Inpu’s breath caught and his eyes flitted from dark, ruddy hair to kohl-lined eyes to the leather belt holding his robes closed at his narrow hips. Above him, Sutekh’s chuckle rumbled in his chest.
“Your interest shows, Nephew.”
“Do not call me that,” Inpu murmured. He diverted his eyes when Sutekh caught his wrists and brought them to the thick leather belt, urging them through the motions of unwinding it. “Do not call me that and do this.”
“Why not? I called your mother Sister. I called your father Brother. Why should I not call you as what you are?” And he leaned in, intimate and exuding unnatural heat for the cool stillness of the night. “Or were you hoping for some romanticism in this?”
The robes hung open, and Inpu could not divert his eyes effectively. Sutekh laughed and pressed an almost chaste kiss to Inpu’s hair as the robes slithered down his arms. The bed frame groaned with added weight as Sutekh crept his knees onto the mattress and pressed Inpu back.
Inpu barely thought, flinching the knife from its sheath and pressing it to the juncture of groin and thigh. Blood beaded fitfully against the glinting iron, and Sutekh leaned back-practically atop Inpu’s own sensitive groin, rubbing pointedly-to stare down his body at the little wound. He threw back his head and laughed after a moment, took Inpu’s wrist and twisted the knife away-and then continued until Inpu gasped and dropped the knife. It clattered noisily to the floor, and Sutekh’s chuckle became an unholy growl.
“You can’t say you were expecting otherwise,” Sutekh murmured, collecting Inpu’s other wrist and pinning both to the mattress. Inpu stared through the gloom of night at Sutekh; the moon cut a glance through the sheer curtains, alighting all along the red and ivory that composed Sutekh’s body, the kohl around his eyes that made them look far brighter than they should have. Sutekh smiled, teeth brilliant and terrifying. Without the mask, he failed to look like anything but a devil, and Inpu sank back against the cushions.
Sutekh let out another deep, eerie growl, hauling Inpu’s arms up and apart as he slid up his body. With an undignified yelp, Inpu struggled against Sutekh’s hands, knees bouncing up against the small of Sutekh’s back and biceps flexing. Sutekh, larger than him, held him effectively, that smile eking out as he leaned in close.
“Why make it difficult for yourself, Inpu-si-Usir?” Sutekh whispered against the folds of Inpu’s ear. “I will have what I want, whether you’re conscious of it or not.”
“Please-”
“Yes, Inpu, my wife’s son?”
The words didn’t come, and Inpu felt the smile against his neck rather than saw it. He shut his eyes when Sutekh pulled, tilted his chin away as he felt his belt unwind, slipping from around his waist in jerking, terribly unsettling movements. Sutekh’s fingers were cold, long and bony on his hips, pulling away fabric to get at the skin underneath.
Inpu could feel the jackal in him, rising and ready to snap at Sutekh.
It receded on the first slap, and Inpu opened his eyes, staring at Sutekh in surprise. The smile still gleamed there, and Inpu found he could not look away from that smile then. Sutekh’s fingers rose up his stomach, over his chest, and held down his shoulders with little force.
“I promise,” Sutekh whispered, sliding further up Inpu’s stomach to settle a top his chest, “that you will not forget this. Cousin. Nephew.” His thumb caught on Inpu’s lower lip then, worried between his teeth to spread his mouth wide as Sutekh murmured, “And if you bite me, I will make this very memorable.”
The first touch of flesh was to his lips. Inpu squeezed his eyes shut as Sutekh touched the back of his neck and encouraged him upon it, pressing into his mouth with slow, graceful rolls of his hips. The taste and smell of it choked Inpu, even masked by light perfumes, and Inpu coughed harshly the first time Sutekh pulled it from his mouth.
The second slap didn’t hurt or startle as much as the first, the wet slap of hard sex against his cheek before it touched his lips again. Sutekh smeared it over his lips, touched the heavy vein on its underside against Inpu’s lips-the smell of it filled Inpu’s nose, flesh and bitterness and the certainty of arousal, and the pain of other men and women. Inpu believed that Sutekh would hurt him, then, smelling the pain of others on his sex, and he opened his lips against the bitter flesh, letting it slip into his mouth again.
Sutekh hissed and laughed, asked, “Do you know how many of been speared before you, Inpu? Before you were even thought of by your whore mother? She cried for it, you know, begged in the night.” It tapped the back of Inpu’s throat, went beyond beside his want to gag; he scrabbled his nails over Sutekh’s legs, groaning softly, sobbing. Sutekh’s leer was audible: “I see you enjoy it as well.”
Inpu gasped for air when Sutekh pulled away, struggled until Sutekh rose from his chest and strewed himself across the bed. Inpu watched him, cautious and fearful, but did not wait for the command, moving and coming between Sutekh’s legs to touch his hard sex and the heavy sack beneath with nervous, uncertain virgin fingers.
Inpu shut his eyes and felt Sutekh’s long, skinny fingers combing through his hair to cradle the back of his head and encourage. Sutekh’s hands felt more like his mother’s than his aunt’s, more like his brother-cousin’s than they had any right to, and Inpu forced thoughts of the family he loved from his mind, focusing on the heavy, heady flesh between his lips. Sutekh’s voice rose in encouragement; his fingers tightened; and Inpu tried not to gag and couch around the thick length of Sutekh’s sex.
He gasped for air when Sutekh pulled him away, looking up at that leering mouth and those harsh, glinting eyes. Slowly, he slunk back, turning away slightly and looking for his clothes on the floor.
Sutekh came upon him then, pinning his arms to the mattress again, forcing his legs apart and settling between them. Their thighs brushed, and Inpu squirmed rebelliously until he felt the blunt press of the moist head of Sutekh’s sex.
Sutekh’s voice was soft and heavy and quiet: “Would you prefer to do this like a dog, Inpu-si-Usir? Your father always liked it like that, and your mother as well. It’s no wonder you wear that form.”
“Please,” Inpu whispered, trying against Sutekh’s hold. He whimpered when the blunt press came again, more insistent than before. “Please, do not. Do not do this!”
“This is my palace, Inpu. My bed. And I will do and have whatever I wish.” His leer softened then, and Inpu shivered as Sutekh bent and pressed their lips together. “You cannot say you do not want this, Nephew, or you would already have quit this.”
“Please-!”
The next press preceded a burn and ache that made Inpu’s back arch and his mouth open in a silent, primal snarl. Sutekh chuckled, bending to press his lips and teeth and tongue to Inpu’s throat as he pushed, brutal and cruel, to seat himself inside of Inpu’s body. Steadily, the silent scream gained a soft keen to its edge; as Sutekh settled, his hips touching to Inpu’s backside, Inpu barked out a final rough yelp, sobbing on the end of it.
“Such tightness, Inpu-si-Usir,” Sutekh whispered, breathless and pleased. His eyes glinted. Inpu sobbed and turned his face away. “Have you never done this before? Or have you simply never been the woman?”
“Stop it,” Inpu begged. “Stop it. Take it out, take it out, do not do this-!” His words melted in a scream as Sutekh pulled out and pressed back in, more brutally than that initial sinking. Inpu’s nails scrabbled over Sutekh’s chest, clawing but catching without doing more damage than strands of blood brought to just beneath the surface.
When blood finally caught under Inpu’s nails, Sutekh growled and grabbed his arms, collecting them in one hand to pin them against the headboard. He lifted Inpu’s hips, sinking in faster and harder with each thrust.
“Stop it,” Inpu gasped, pulling against Sutekh’s hold, sobbing and begging nonsensically until Sutekh struck him again.
When his vision cleared, Sutekh glared down at him, his hips still and his eyes burning. “I have told you, haven’t I? This is my palace, and I will have as I please. You have had your chance to quit this, Inpu, and if I need take what I want by force and without your being conscious for it, then I shall.”
“Please,” Inpu whispered.
Sutekh smiled, and said in a voice so sickly sweet, “Would you prefer not to see my face as I make you my woman? Would you prefer to think of another? Your cousin-brother? Your father? Some man your mother keeps?” to which Inpu said nothing. Sutekh hissed his laughter, and Inpu screamed when he pulled out of him. “Have it that way.”
The bed groaned, distressed, as Sutekh turned Inpu onto his stomach, lifted him to his knees, grabbed his hands and held him down with his weight on them. Inpu hung his head between his elbows, tensed and terrified, as he felt the nudge of Sutekh’s sex on him again.
Sutekh lifted a hand, running it in solid reassurance down Inpu’s spine. “If you let out the tension,” he whispered, “it will hurt you less. You might even enjoy it.” His hand come around Inpu’s waist, went to his sex-no longer stiff as it had been briefly earlier-and pulled gently. Inpu shuddered, hunching slightly. He’d prefer to show his stomach and neck, prefer not to feel the Jackal in him now.
Sutekh sank into him again, smoother than before but with the same burn, and Inpu worried and thought he knew what that burn meant, thought he might sob at the defilement of his body. Had he wished it, had his mother warned him properly, he might not have so mourned the lose of his innocence; what woman now would have him, when Sutekh had already made him one.
A kiss came to the middle of his back, gentle and almost caring, and Inpu shuddered. Sutekh moved his sex within him, hand still touching intimately, coaxing reaction from him as the angle of penetration shifted from moment to moment.
A tremulous down stroke made Inpu gasp and arch, stare blindly ahead of him at the headboard. Sutekh chuckled against his spine, releasing Inpu’s hand to grip him by the hip and thrust, driving more shocked sounds from Inpu’s parted lips.
It was sinking back, taking Inpu atop his thighs, that drove Sutekh deeply inside and made Inpu cry out different than before. Sutekh cupped Inpu, high on the thighs, moving quickly within him as Inpu bit the palm of his own hand even while he touched his now hard sex, palming and pulling, keening all the while.
“Just like your mother,” Sutekh told him, pressing a possessive bite to the back of Inpu’s neck. Inpu cried out, releasing over his stubborn fist, sobbing softly as he felt blood well up against Sutekh’s teeth and the sudden, steady pulse within him that heralded Sutekh’s finish.
Inpu slumped then, staring at his hand in the moonlight and the mess they’d made of the bed. He made a quiet noise when Sutekh removed himself, let himself fall onto the stiff mattress and stare into the mixed shadow and moonlight of the room. A breeze moved the smell of sex around the room. Distant in the room, there was a hiss of incense being lit, and the slosh of water.
When Sutekh returned, Inpu had driven himself out of bed and to the balcony, with a staircase down to the bank of the Nile, her banks pale and glimmering in the darkness. Inpu started when Sutekh grabbed him, pulled against the hold until Sutekh said, “She will not have you.”
“Please,” Inpu begged. “I feel-. The filth is on me, in me, I only wish to be clean-”
“What’s the use?” Sutekh demanded. “I’ll only put the filth back.”
Resigned, Inpu remembers, he returned to the bed, let Sutekh wash him and apply ointment to the bite on his neck.
Still the bite stings and aches and reminds him, and he wonders, as he watches Sutekh’s eyes as he looks at Heru, if the same bite will mark Heru by the end of the evening. With Sutekh’s attention waned to a passing painted dancing boy, Inpu strikes out with a warning for his cousin-brother, and hopes it will be taken to heart.