Menenius leaned one elbow on his desk and sighed, gently massaging his brow as though he could simply massage away the seemingly never-ending stream of bills and paperwork that had somehow landed in his lap. Somehow, like he didn’t know immediately who was responsible, the second any papers landed on his desk.
Lyon rem Helsos requesting more supplies for the stables. Lyon rem Helsos insisting that the castrum doors to the stables were ‘absolutely bollocksed’, in his words, and that they needed repairing immediately, to the detriment of almost every other task in the Legion. Lyon rem Helsos, who has, once again, broken a piece of near-priceless equipment purely by dint of being near to it, apparently. Lyon rem goddamn Helsos: chaotic, irritating, whirlwind of a man, who cared not an ilm for what he destroyed during his multiple training sessions with what seemed to be every beast in the damned Legion, and that’s without mentioning all the training with his own techniques, clearly calculated to be as damaging as possible to everything in the vicinity.
Whose idea was it to pull off a move like that earthquake thing anyway? And whirlwinds, in the courtyard? Really? It was enough to send Menenius spare, and that was without the clear image of the man himself, standing hands upon hips with those sparking eyes and that challenging grin, daring Menenius to do something about every little infraction.
Well, never let it be said that Menenius sas Lanatus did not play the roles given to him, and with his usual frightening efficiency, at that. The bills and requests, those could be dealt with later. Property damage, however? That deserved special attention.
With a thin smile, Menenius opened the top drawer of his desk and pressed upwards inside it with his palm, releasing the catch on the deeper hidden drawer within and allowing it to slide out on silent, well-greased castors. He sorted through the contents, dismissing pieces until he found the one he was most interested in. He hefted it in his hand, eyeing the proportions for a moment before nodding to himself. It would do.
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The cool, metallic curve of the magitek toy fitted in Menenius’ palm with girth to spare: ridged all the way down in widening sections, and flared sideways at the base, lit front and back in studded red lights that glinted dully in the low lighting of Castellum Zadnori, in a pattern that coincidentally almost matched the piercings in Lyon’s cock perfectly.
The man himself knelt in front of Menenius, arse in the air and face pressed down into the thin rug spread across the barrack room. Menenius smirked at the sound of a needy whine, muffled by Lyon’s arms.
“Have some patience, Helsos. I will get to you when I’m ready, and no sooner, as you are well aware by now.”
“Just ‘cos I’m aware of it, doesn’t make it any more fun, you sadistic bastard.” The muscles of Lyon’s arse clenched at the sound of Menenius approaching, and then he juddered forward as the sound of a ringing slap resounded through the room, reddening his tanned skin from the impact of it.
“Keep running your mouth, go on.” Menenius slapped him again, palm striking the exact same location. “Just keep testing my patience, and we’ll see how long I make you kneel there on the floor like the rabid old dog you are.” Another slap punctuated his words, but for his part, Lyon kept quiet - just a hint of a whimper, stifled by his arm as he pressed his face into the crook of it.
Menenius held up the magitek toy to the light, turning it this way and that, admiring the way the red lights punctuated the dark metal. He went to his knees behind Lyon, ran a generous hand over the stinging, red print he’d left behind. It felt hot to the touch, and his eyes lidded with pleasure at the feel of it.
With the same hand, he hooked a thumb into Lyon’s arsehole and pulled, admiring the way it stretched for him, and the little noise it dragged from Lyon’s lips, though he was clearly trying to stay quiet by the way it cut off.
The toy itself was large - larger than Menenius’ own dick, and probably not so far away from Lyon’s for that matter. He pressed the blunt head against Lyon’s hole, using his thumb to stretch him further, and then pushed it in relentlessly, to the first ridge.
“Ah, shit!” Lyon bit out, forehead smacking into the rug as he rocked forward, absorbing the sudden pressure and thrust of the toy. “Hell, the ridges on that thing!”
Menenius bared his teeth. “Shut. Up.” He dished out another resounding slap with each word, then pushed the toy deeper by another ridge. He knew what this sort of ridged toy felt like, and he could well imagine the intense sensation of it in Lyon’s unlubed arse. “You’ve got five more to take, so don’t think you get to rest easy.”
“Five- ngh!”
Another two, and a harder slap with precision accuracy onto the same spot, chased by another two ridges and then finally the last, leaving the base nestled snug against Lyon’s arsecheeks.
A whine, then a wet, frustrated noise as Lyon bit down on the soft flesh of his inner arm, forcing himself to stay silent.
“Good dog, that’s much better.” Menenius rubbed the scarlet print on Lyon’s arsecheek, the heat of it sending a rush of blood tingling to his cock. “You’re nice and full, but I do think you could be fuller. You’re always eager to give me more than I should be able to handle, so I think it’s about time I returned the favour.”
Lyon turned his head to the side, eyeing Menenius as tension thrummed through his body. “So,” he panted, “is this for the Colossus or the door frame?”
Menenius narrowed his eyes and responded - as he knew Lyon would expect, the sly dog - with another belting slap to his arse, rocking Lyon forward with the force of it. “The toy is for the Colossus.” He shuffled in closer, spat onto his hand and palmed it across the head of his cock, smearing spit and precome, then pushed the base of the toy upwards with his free hand, leaving just enough room for him to press his cock in underneath it and shove. “ This is for the door frame, and the excessive requisitions, and- ngh, fuck that’s… that’s tight …” he trailed off, losing the chokehold on his ironclad restraint for a moment as he was taken over by sensation: the ridges of the toy, the little studded lights so similar to Lyon’s own piercings, and the sheer hot, tight, near-strangling crush of Lyon’s arse around him chased with the tiniest hint of blood scent rising to his nostrils.
He became aware of a keening noise from Lyon, and little panting breaths as he adjusted to the fullness. “Fuck,” Lyon breathed, long and low, biting the word into his arm, “fuckkkk.”
For the first time, Menenius didn’t punish Lyon with a slap for speaking; instead, he forced his cock in deeper, as deep as he could manage, until he was pressed up against the base of the toy, holding it firmly in place with the weight of his body. He felt it move and shift slightly as he rolled his hips, then he slipped a hand down between their joined bodies and pressed the little indented button in the middle of the toy base, waking the mechanisms inside it.
Lyon shouted, a strangled cry, as the toy shuddered to life, vibrations rippling down the shaft that made it feel all the more unyielding up against his prostate.
Menenius, for his part, shivered too, fingers sliding round to grip Lyon’s hips and hold them both steady against the intense onslaught of vibration and pressure. When he felt he could move again, Menenius bent over Lyon, molding chest to back, skin to skin, as he began to rock against him.
Full movement without slipping out was difficult considering the extremely tight squeeze, but Menenius managed to roll his hips well enough, which in turn rubbed ridges of the magitek toy against Lyon’s prostate, sending shivering gasps through them both.
Reaching round and up, Menenius took hold of Lyon’s sizable pecs, fingers pushing through his soft chest hair to tweak and pull at his nipples. He knew it would redden them just as much as he knew that Lyon would be making the most delightful expression beneath him, if only he could see his face to behold it. But as it was, Menenius was satisfied with the stifled gasps he drew from Lyon, the way he bucked underneath him, arse angling up and pressing into Menenius’ hips, pushing him on deeper, harder, even as he groaned from the strain of two dicks in him, and one of them large, magitek and vibrating to boot.
Though he would have liked to draw things out longer, to tease and edge Lyon the way he enjoyed (though he would never admit it out loud, of course), the heat and pressure and the muffled panting, mewling sounds combined to push Menenius closer to the edge faster than he’d been for many decades. The old adage about men growing impotent in their dotage had never applied to him, and especially not when Lyon was involved, but this was more like the hurried coupling of his youth. Fast and frenzied and slippery, all grabbing hands and digging nails and words bit into backs until Menenius spent himself deep inside Lyon, shuddering as the orgasm was ripped from him.
He could feel, distantly, Lyon spurting against the floor, his arse clenching tighter around Menenius’ sensitive cock and wringing more from him than he knew was even possible, and then it was all he could do to not collapse forward on top of Lyon, though his thighs were trembling enough for it.
Menenius pulled out with a wince, and leaned back enough that he could get an excellent view of Lyon’s gaping arse, still stuffed full with the magitek toy and, quite frankly, looking good enough to eat. He committed the sight to memory, tamped down the complaining from his knees and pressed the button to cease the vibrations.
Lyon immediately sagged forward, taking all his weight on his forearms as Menenius removed the toy, slowly and with more care than he would normally take, one palm on his arse cheek and pulling on it to give himself a show.
“‘an I talk yet?” Lyon mumbled into the floor, finishing with a hiss as the lack of toy exposed him to the chill air.
“I suppose I’ll allow it.” Menenius’ voice was languid and his pleasure showed in the warmth of his tone. “Just this once, mind.” There was a heavy thump as he dropped the toy, then the other hand joined his first as he framed Lyon’s arsehole with both hands, pulling the cheeks further apart to survey his handiwork. “You are a mess,” he murmured, one thumb caressing Lyon’s puckering, sensitive entrance. “But since you’ve showed me some acceptable behaviour this time, I will help you with this.”
He bent forward, ignoring the clamouring of knees and back, and dipped his face into Lyon’s cleft. He smelled spicy and strong, of sex and come, blood and musk, and it made Menenius’ mouth near water. He licked his lips, once, with anticipation, then nuzzled and licked into Lyon’s arsehole, lapping up his own seed with slow, satisfied enjoyment. He could feel Lyon relax under his ministrations until he was boneless as a cat, only the strength of Menenius’ grip on his arse holding him firmly in place until he was done.
Menenius caressed Lyon’s arse as he came up for air, the pleasant languor of post-orgasm settling upon him like a comfortable blanket. He hoisted Lyon up without ceremony and spun him round by the shoulders, leaning down to claim his mouth in a kiss.
Lyon made a startled noise, then melted against Menenius’ chest, twining both arms around his waist as they kissed long and slow, oblivious to the chill against his heated nakedness. “How long’ve you been saving that up, then?” Lyon murmured as they broke apart, twinkling up at Menenius.
“The toy, or just the whole scenario?” Menenius tilted Lyon’s chin upwards with thumb and forefinger, eyeing him down his nose. “It’s not to say that I had the specific, ah, experience in mind, as it were. More that I saw the toy and immediately knew what I would do with it. To you.” He raised an eyebrow. “You are in no position to complain, of course, but I would still be interested in your opinions.”
Lyon laughed. “Boy, I ain’t about to stand here giving you a fuck debrief. I got animals to be feeding, you know that.”
Menenius’ lips thinned, but he allowed the hint of a smile to twitch the corner of his mouth. “Indeed, and not to mention repairs to be beginning.”
A deep, noisome sigh. “I’m not gonna get outta that, am I?”
“Hardly. Perhaps next time you decide to train with Sartauvoir, between you, you could manage to do a little less damage to your surroundings.” He tilted his head to one side like a hawk. “Those surroundings that we all have to live in, mind you. Unless you would prefer me to move your barracks to the newly scorched area you left behind? I’m sure the smell would be most homely, and certainly conducive to increasing the speed of your repairs.”
Lyon laughed again, and leaned back enough to thump Menenius firmly on the upper arm with his meaty fist. “You are as slick a negotiator as I’ve ever seen, lad. Fine, have it your way. I’ll not have my birds sleeping in that mess, as you well know, so I guess repairs it is.” He patted Menenius firmly on the arse. “I suppose after that special attention, you deserve a little capitulation now and then.” He went up on his tiptoes and stole another kiss, biting down on Menenius’ bottom lip ‘til it reddened. “You are a good boy, taking care of me like that.”
Menenius’ ears flushed to their tips, and he could do nothing but watch as Lyon scooped up his pants and swaggered out of his barrack with them draped over his shoulder, caring not a whit who may see him on his way. Absolutely incorrigible.