mindcracklove | Fanfic - Early 18+ Nebtho Christmas Gift

An early Christmas gift for y'all. Not as long as I'd like.

Warnings for choking.

Nebris was smirking at him. This by itself was not unusual, but something seemed so off about it. Everything had seemed so off since Nebris had come back. Etho frowned slightly, tilting his head as he pondered Nebris.

“What brings you to my nether tunnel?” Etho asked calmly. He could be exploring, afterall. Figuring out where everything was. Maybe.

“Oh, nothing really,” Nebris replied, trying and failing to not grin. Etho sighed softly. Not exploring then. Nebris was truly truly terrible at being subtle. Sometimes Etho idly thought that Nebris was a supervillian sent from another dimension just to mess with him in terrible petty ways. He could easily imagine Nebris dressed up in some garish costume, sitting on a throne, ordering minions around. Etho shook his head before he finished the thought, frowning at Nebris slightly.

“Lies, Nebris. You're lying,” Etho said as one hand dipped down to his waist, making sure his sword was still there. Even as he checked, he was still surprised by Nebris pulling out the small flask, sucking down the contents.

Nebris disappeared from view, save for his clothes, which were rapidly disappearing as the invisible Nebris removed them. Etho knew he should be preparing for Nebris' attack, and not thinking about how Nebris just stripped in front of him, even if he was invisible doing it. Too easy to just imagine if he wasn't.

Etho also didn't expect the force of the punch that threw him backwards down the tunnel, stumbling over his feet. He must have drunk a strength potion at some point, Etho thought as he pulled himself up, running a hand along the side of his mouth, seeing the blood from where he had bit his lip when he fell.

Etho gasped as he felt a hand wrap around his neck, shoving him against the wall. He held still, trembling. While he could swing the sword and possibly catch Nebris off guard, if Nebris had taken a strength potion, he could get lucky and manage to snap his neck.

“Drop the sword,” Nebris said, breathing heavily against Etho's ear. Etho shivered as he felt Nebris' breath, warmer than the nether. Etho's fingers clenched around the sword, refusing to surrender and give in.

Etho gasped for breath as Nebris' grip tightened, free hand rising to claw at Nebris' hand. Nebris was about to snap his neck, and the only thing his traitorous mind could think of was how incredibly hot it was to see Nebris in control. He still wanted to fight back, hold Nebris down, but this too was turning him on.

He felt Nebris chuckle softly in his ear, making it even harder to breath. “Drop the sword, Etho,” he said, clearly amused at how worked up Etho was getting. Etho swallowed slowly, sure Nebris could feel that against the palm of his hand as he dropped his sword, closing his eyes, trembling slightly. Nebris' grip relaxed slightly, allowing Etho to breath deeply, nearly gasping for breath. He gasped again as he felt Nebris press close to him, clearly turned on with the control he was lording over Etho.

Etho shivered as he felt Nebris' free hand glide over his chest, pulling at his shirt. He tried to turn to glare in the general direction of where Nebris should be, but Nebris' tightened his grip, warning Etho to not try. He gasped as Nebris' hand slide under the shirt, tweaking a nipple. Etho struggled to arch away from Nebris' touch, writhing against the wall, blushing brightly as he felt Nebris' lean closer, breathing on his ear again. “It's so nice to see you like this. I wonder what people would say if they could see the great Etho helpless and turned on against the wall, held in place by a single hand,” Nebris said with a chuckle as his hand trailed lower, ghosting over Etho's painfully obvious erection. Etho bit his tongue, refusing to give into the bickering Nebris loved so much. “Not going to talk?” Nebris said quietly. Etho could almost feel the frown on Nebris' lips as Nebris drew away, releasing Etho.

Etho gasped, sliding to the floor, scrambling for the sword as he gasped for breath. He heard Nebris' footsteps receding in the distance. He rubbed his neck, knowing there would be bruises in the morning. He pulled the face mask down low, hoping to get back through the portal and home to prepare for whatever Nebris had planned. He knew Nebris wouldn't just leave him if he thought he had time to gloat. Etho's mind started to slip back to imagining Nebris as a supervillain as he slid through the portal, emerging topside, breathing in the deep air. He sighed mentally, knowing it was going to hurt to swallow for several days.

Etho stumbled into his house, looking around for the signs of potion use before sighing. He finally reached the bedroom, flicking on all the switches for the various hidden and not so hidden traps. Falling onto the bed, he rubbed his throat before curling up, sighing. He was still hard, but if Nebris was nearby, he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing him cum.

Etho had finally managed to drift off to sleep when he was jolted awake by the first alarm. He hauled himself out of bed with a groan, slinging on clothes and armour alike as quickly as possible.

“Nebris, I know that was you. Leave me alone,” he said, grumpy from being woken up. Nebris would wake him up in the dead of night, knowing it annoyed him. Etho swung the his sword in a wide arc, earning a shocked gasp. Etho smirked as he saw drops of blood appear out of no where, dripping to the ground as a bloody hand appeared, trying to hold the wound closed.

“You will regret that, Etho,” Nebris said with a growl, bloody hand gripping a potion before the potion disappeared, as well as the blood in a spray of faint sparkles and light.

Etho sneered, sword out. “You've had your fun. Why are you here,” he said as he turned when he heard Nebris' footsteps coming up to him on his right. Etho raised the sword, smashing the handle in front of him at Nebris' face level, earning a howl from his attacker. Two more potions appeared and disappeared before Etho felt Nebris charge into him, shoulder hitting his chest, driving all air out as he was thrown backwards into his bedroom, bouncing onto the bed. Etho swung his sword, earning a pained growl from Nebris as blood appeared. The blood quickly started to disappear as red sparkles played over it. Regeneration potion, delightful Etho thought as he felt Nebris crash onto the bed with him, pining him down. Strong fingers wrapped around the sword in Etho's hand, wrenching it from his grasp.

“Are you going to play nicely,” Nebris said quietly, teeth scrapping against Etho's ear.

“When did you ever play nice?” Etho retorted, earning a snort from Nebris. Etho whimpered as he felt Nebris' fingers wrap around his neck again, forcing his head back against the pillow as he started to strip Etho's armour and clothes off of him.

“D...don't Nebris,” he managed to gasp as Nebris continued to force his head back.

Nebris giggled, making Etho blush brightly. “Don't what Nebris? Don't turn you on? Seems you're doing that to yourself,” he said, a single finger running along the top of Etho's erect dick. Etho whimpered, shaking his head.

“The the choking hurts a lot. A whole lot. Please...” Etho said with a whine. Nebris seemed to pause for a moment before easing up on his grasp.

“Sorry, I...I don't know exactly how tight I'm holding,” Nebris said, sounding halfway between apologetic and proud of himself at his new strength. Etho relaxed slightly before moaning as Nebris was caressing his dick, pulling it out from his boxers.

“So Etho. I'm thinking you tell me exactly how much you've missed me, and how much you've longed for my return, and how much you truly want me to be in control...well, I can see the last part, so you don't have to say that,” Nebris said, nearly gleeful as he continued to stroke Etho, each stroke drawing small whimpers from Etho.

Etho inhaled sharply, glaring at where Nebris was slowly starting to appear on top of him. “No,” he said, quiet, defiantly. Nebris' tilted his head slightly at that, humming.

“No?” Nebris echoed, bemused.

“No,” Etho said forcefully. “I don't know what you've been doing while you were gone, but you can't just come in here and change everything in one ff..ffeeels...” Etho groaned as Nebris started to work a lubed up finger inside him, releasing Etho's neck so he could caress Etho's cock while still working him open.

“What were you saying?” Nebris said with a grin. Etho groaned, fingers digging into the blanket, pushing onto Nebris' fingers, eyes rolling back when they brushed in just right. Nebris smirked as Etho was unable to respond, too caught up in the moment. When it seemed like Etho was close, Nebris pulled back, smirking at him.

“So what do you say?” Nebris said, fingers wrapped around Etho, working up and down him tortuously slowly. Etho groaned, face bright red, panting for breath. It had been far too long, and he could almost feel Nebris inside him, pushing him down.

“Please,” Etho said, eyes closed tight, face bright red.

“Good boy,” Nebris said with a hum, kissing Etho, tongue working inside Etho's mouth, controlling him as he slowly pushed inside Etho, earning more gasps and whimpers until he was fully inside him. Nebris held him down by the shoulders as he slowly started to fuck him roughly, each push earning small whimpers and whines before Etho tensed and came with a soft moan, eyes rolling back, mouth opened as he silently mouthed incomprehensible words. Nebris smiled down at Etho before he came too, filling Etho up before pulling out, collapsing next to him in the bed.

Etho inhaled deeply before smacking a hand over onto the nearby side table.

“What are you looking for?” Nebris said quietly as he stretched out on the bed, exhausted from the fight and sex.

“This,” Etho said as he grabbed the dagger, planting it firmly in Nebris' chest. Nebris' eyes went wide before he disappeared.

Etho smirked as he heard Nebris' curses halfway across spawn. Just because Nebris had won didn't mean Etho wasn't going to have some fun also.