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Sep 26, 2025

Interviewing Horus Lupercal

Horus Lupercal x Male Reader - Reader is a remembrancer and gets the chance to interview Horus.

Tags on Ao3: no smut, biting, talking, lots of talking, all Horus does is yap, male reader-insert, touching, I honestly don't know what to classify this as, tags are hard, pre-Horus heresy, not edited

Under the cut, 5,407 words - Also on Ao3

"So, you're supposed to be some smart scholar, huh?" The man, if someone of his stature was even considered a man, spoke.

His voice was different than when he had first heard it. At first, Horus' voice carried a guttural accent; it was so similar to the ones his men that hailed from Cthonia carried. Now, his voice was smoother, parallel to the voices of powerful iterators the Remembrancer had learned from on Terra.

"Smart? You flatter me, my lord." The Remembrancer smiled, running a hand over his head. "I've been very fortunate to end up where I am now."

The distant beeps of machinery and the hum of dangerous engines droned on in the background. The Remembrancer had been brought to meet the primarch on the bridge of the ship.

The Remembrancer had stuck out his hand upon first meeting Horus, which he had instantly regretted. It was a silly move, expecting a primarch, especially one of his stature, to shake his hand.

Horus had only grinned and taken the man's hand in both of his own larger, calloused ones. In that moment, it became an exchange of histories. Horus had spent decades upon decades fighting, and the Remembrancer had spent a few years at a quaint university on Terra.

"Well, get on with your questions, Remembrancer." Horus chimed, snapping the man back into reality and out of the stars.

The Remembrancer nodded. "Alrighty, I'm sure you can predict the basics of what I'm curious on. How heavy is the weight of being Warmaster, what is the Emperor like, how was your childhood… blah."

Horus took the man by his shoulder, leading him down the halls. The view the pair once had of the stars faded as they walked in near tandem, the Remembrancer taking longer strides to keep up with the primarch. "Being Warmaster is… interesting." He glanced back towards the bridge.

"Oh? How so?" The Remembrancer chimed, glancing up.

"I'll circle back to that question, actually." Horus nearly whispered, low and ominous. "And my father is kind, if you'd like to look past the stern golden glamour he likes to paste over, well, everything."

The Remembrancer nodded, noting things on his pad of paper.

"I won't lie to you, Remembrancer, I do miss him being around. I trust that he will do grand important things back on Terra, albeit a mystery." Horus finished, letting go of the Remembrancer's shoulder.

Pen scrawling on paper was the only sound for a mere moment before the Primarch continued on with his quick answers.

"As for my childhood? It was difficult, though not to the extent that my dear brother Sanguinius' was. Or Mortarion, surviving such a brutal, harsh world." Horus sighed, his thoughts drifting off back to a simpler time. "Cthonia made me who I am. I wouldn't change that."

The duo reached a large set of doors, which Horus pressed a palm against. He easily pushed into the intricate panels, the carved slabs opening easily.

"Welcome to my staterooms. If you'd rather stay here than with the other Remembrancers, you are more than welcome to." Horus sprung a wolfish grin. "If you're going to be getting a glimpse into my life, then you deserve the full experience."

It was the most luxurious thing the Remembrancer had seen. Each wall was so elegantly crafted, the mortar of the brickwork colored to match the scenes plastered onto the walls. The ribbed vaulting of the ceiling only expanded the space further.

Horus paraded the man down the hall. "I have my guests stay here. Usually my brothers or some important emissaries from Terra."

"Never some documentarist though." The Remembrancer murmured, a sharp breath leaving his lips as Horus nudged him once more.

"No, though I can't say I've ever had one interview me. This is a new project, just like everything else during this time. Fresh." The Warmaster, new to his name, opened the largest door at the end of the hall with a sly smile.

Once again, the Remembrancer was amazed at the expansive place. It was like that of stories of far off castles, distant and intangible.

Though today, dreams had become reality. He'd won the lottery to be the one to interview the Warmaster. Randomly selected and plucked from his home for a shot at a very sought after and prestigious job.

"This is my room. It's served me well for countless decades." Horus smirked, running his fingers along the edge of a bookshelf.

The Remembrancer nodded, jotting things down as he looked around.

Horus arched his brows as he watched the man write. "You don't have the implants, do you? The ones that remember?"

"No." Spoke the Remembrancer. "I didn't quite like the idea of getting my brain wired up to something. Plus, I'd like to keep my hair."

"I don't think hair is necessary." Horus teased, running a hand over his shaved head.

The Remembrancer turned pink. "Oh. I forgot. I'm sorry, Warmaster, I didn't mean-"

"I found it funny." Horus shrugged, sitting on the edge of his elegant bed, the mattress dipping slightly as he put his full weight on it.

A sigh of relief escaped the Remembrancer's lips. He murmured unintelligible things under his breath before meeting Horus' gaze again. "But yes. I don't have any of the new implants, I prefer to do things the old fashioned way."

"Can't the work be falsified then?" Horus interjected. "Could you just… make things up?"

"I don't necessarily want to remember more than I already do. The human mind isn't built to see so much war." The Remembrancer bluntly spoke. "Though I am no liar with my work."

A smile appeared on Horus's lips. "But you're able to omit information on this… exchange, aren't you?"

The Remembrancer nodded. "If I published absolutely everything I wrote, no one would read it. It'd be far too long of a paper."

"Good." Horus snickered. "Though might I suggest an opening line? A hook, as you nerds call it?"

Not one to turn down free advice, especially from a being of such stature, the Remembrancer nodded. "Of course."

"I woke up beside Horus Lupercal."

The Remembrancer snapped to look at him. His cheeks flushed as he scrawled the sudden words on the paper, the ink blotting as he froze in place. Was that really going to be the opening line? It was a good hook…

Horus leaned over his shoulder, watching the man resume his writing. "You didn't think I meant you'd be staying in one of the guest rooms, did you?" He laughed. "You're more than welcome to stay with me if you'd like. Get the full experience." He stretched, cracking his back as he stood up and made his way towards a shelf with intricate books.

"Yes." The Remembrancer whispered, running a hand over his head, feeling the back of his neck. "I'll stay here. I mean, how often is it that anyone, especially a mortal, gets to stay with a primarch?" He set his notepad down on his lap, flicking the pen between his fingers and letting it roll across the scroll. "What exactly does the full experience entail?"

Horus' eyes lit up like the moons in the night sky, the same ones he decorated much of his space with. "What if we just saw where it takes us? You keep asking your interview questions and I'll listen and answer." He remarked, running his calloused fingers along the shelf.

Most of the books had been coated with a thin layer of dust. None had been opened for months, nor had they been cleaned. His space had been carefully tucked away from any servitors that wouldn't dare attempt to clean it.

The Documentarist crossed his legs as he sat on the bed. "Very well then, Warmaster."

"Call me Horus, please." The Primarch glanced back over his broad shoulder, watching the man nod and write something down in the pretty black ink.

"Fine. Horus it is." The Remembrancer shook his head, brushing off the small gesture.

The Warmaster fully turned around to face the Remembrancer. "And what would your name be? Or should I keep calling you nerd?"

The Remembrancer's face paled, the color draining as he slowly looked up at the demigod of a being. Horus Lupercal had asked him his name. So the Documentarist told him.

"Cool, I'll need that for later…" Horus murmured to himself, turning back to the faded books.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

That caused the writer to roll his eyes. No one like Horus Lupercal would ever speak without meaning it, even if subconsciously. "Anyways, what I was going to ask was about your childhood."

"My brothers and I didn't have conventional childhoods. You already know that." Horus leaned on the shelf, messing around with a ribbon bookmark and spinning it around his finger. "I was happy to leave. I got to see the stars when my father found me and plucked me from the streets."

The Remembrancer uncrossed his legs and leaned back. "You're avoiding the question. Answer it."

Horus froze upon hearing the tone come up. No one had talked to him like that, say for members of his Mournival, usually Abaddon, on occasion. Even then, they usually stayed in their lane. He snapped back to look at his interviewer. "I didn't spring right into adulthood in under a year like many of my brothers did. I was raised, just like you, to be a kid. Albeit in a gang, but that's not the point."

"I'd actually love to hear more about the gangs." The Remembrancer wrote down every word Horus uttered with a precise speed. "I learned in my planetology classes that Cthonia was a mining world, yes?"

"Yes, Cthonia was once a mining world, depleted of resources and stripped of anything useful." Horus murmured, going back to toying with his piece of ribbon. "It was polluted from being mined out. Clearly no one had considered keeping the environment safe, and thus it took our resources and thinned them out even further, which only caused more fights and disputes between the citizens and the weak government."

The Remembrancer smiled upon hearing that, taking a moment to write everything down. He looked back up at Horus, who no longer bore his signature smirk. "Where did you live?"

Horus drew in a deep breath, his brows arching before resting as he spoke once more on his rocky childhood. "Most people lived in the hab zones of the hive sprawls. I ended up in the underhive, you know, where all the gangs tend to be." He took a break to let the Remembrancer write down all he spoke of, along with whatever little notes the man seemed to scrawl beside Horus' dialogue. "And I know you'll ask what it was like, so let me tell you that next."

That earned a nod of respect from the interviewer. Words came easily to the Primarch, though tonight, he was jittery. His fingers bled, even if instantly healing. Horus Lupercal tightened his grip on the ribbon.

"Please." Nodded the Remembrancer.

Horus continued on his grand spiel as the ribbon bookmark ripped. "I was found as a baby, fresh out of my gestation pod, by one of the prominent gangs on Cthonia. I can't say which, even if they are still around." He took the book off the shelf, messing around with the bookmark. "It was with them that I learned how to kill, how to extort information from people, and how to survive. They'd stick me out on a street corner as some helpless kid begging for money."

The Remembrancer nodded again, occasionally glancing up at the Warmaster. "And how did that work?"

"I'd get a few coins here and there. Occasionally, I'd have someone offer to help more. Then, I was made to lead them off down a tunnel and rob them, which usually ended with their death." Horus spoke, letting out a breath.

With the book in his hand, Horus made his way to the bed and sat down beside his interviewer. The smaller man sunk towards the Primarch as the mattress dipped under his weight.

"I'm sorry you had to do that." The Remembrancer spoke, looking up towards Horus' somber face.

Horus let out a breath as he moved a large hand to the man's thigh. "It made me who I am. And what I went through is nothing compared to what countless people will go through unless the Imperium can help them."

The Remembrancer laced his hand over Horus', unsure of whether or not to move it further down. "Don't discount your own experiences."

"I don't. I keep them close." Horus smirked, giving the man's thigh a squeeze before standing up and moving away from the bed.

The Primarch began to strip off his armor; piece by piece he removed the white and gold sections, not shying away as the Remembrancer looked at him in awe.

Quickly shielding his gaze, the Documentarist yelped, "Horus, this is still on the record!"

"I know." Horus chimed, standing in his boxer briefs. "Do you think I look like this purely for war?"

The Remembrancer moved his hand from his eyes, looking the Primarch up and down. He had a myriad of tattoos across his muscled skin, ranging from shitty small things to intricate works that were definitely more thought out and well executed.

"Wanna draw me for your little paper too? I've heard lots about some of those art studies." He grinned, flexing like one of the ancient statues that only remained in textbooks.

The Remembrancer snorted, shaking his head. "You'd have to get a painter for that. I haven't done anything like that in years."

Horus feigned offense, leaning on a giant globe in front of one of his fake windows. "What about sculpting?"

He snickered as he watched the Remembrancer shake his head again, looking back down at his paper. He spun the globe around before walking back over, sitting closer to the man, his body radiating nothing but strength.

"So how does shedding your war plate relate to this sad childhood of yours?" The Remembrancer turned his page, still looking across the Primarch's body.

Horus tapped on a few of his tattoos, a few of the very faded ones that had been blown out. "These are from my time on Cthonia." He took the Remembrancer's hand, letting the man feel the scars from the old ink. "Many of my men bear art similar to mine. I don't mind bearing them if it connects me to them."

The Remembrancer ran his thumb over the art. "It's a very noble thought. It gives you a connection to them, one that some of your brothers may not have." He whispered, moving on to some of the newer art. "Does your healing not eat away at the ink?"

"My brother Lorgar has his tattoos, albeit weird ones, that stay put. I've found my way to make them permanent as well." Horus grinned, still messing around with his ripped piece of ribbon.

The Remembrancer hesitantly took Horus' hand, examining the ribbon. He'd taken notice to the Primarch's ministrations with the thing. Horus silently grabbed the book, bound in faded navy fabric, and opened it up.

"What is this about?" Asked the Remembrancer, arching a brow as he looked at the faded book. It was difficult to read, visibly from a millennium long gone.

Horus rubbed his shaved head in thought. "It's an old book on the stars. Mostly spiritual things, which I cannot truly believe, though they are fun to look into." He smiled, putting half the old book on the Remembrancer's thigh. "I always enjoyed space, as ironic as it is."

The Remembrancer cracked a smile, delicately tracing his fingers along the yellowed pages. "It's so fragile…"

"You'd make a good lover with a touch like that."

"Oh, would I?" The Remembrancer looked back up at Horus, his cheeks tinged with pink. "Just because I'm scared to ruin your precious book?"

Horus shrugged, turning the page. "Aside from being a general, I am also a politician. Remember that." He remarked. "It's part of my job to read people. So yes, you'd be quite good at it."

The Remembrancer shifted. "Then I'll take it as a compliment coming from you." He inched towards the demigod, feeling more comfortable with every passing minute and after every word that slipped through Horus' endlessly smirking lips.

Another page was turned. "Do you know much on the old constellations? The zodiacs, to be specific?" Horus inquired, his fingers tracing along the papers.

"Not really. I take it you do?" The Remembrancer smiled up at Horus once more, seeing how the demigod's eyes lit up as the man expressed interest.

The Remembrancer set aside his papers and scooted back against the headboard of the bed. Horus followed suit, bringing the faded book.

Horus moved a hand to show the Remembrancer his littlest finger. "This ring used to have the constellation Sagittarius carved on it." He showed the golden ring. It was faded and tarnished. "My father gave it to me. He said it was fitting."

The Primarch took the gold band off, handing it to the Remembrancer. He watched as the smaller man turned it over in his grasp, examining the faded engraving. The Remembrancer dropped the ring onto his middle finger. It didn't fit, which was a given, but it was almost amusing how different it was.

"Maybe it would fit elsewhere." The Remembrancer snickered, his eyes darting away before they locked back onto the Primarch.

"No, it might not fit 'elsewhere' either. You get your confidence from somewhere, so I'm assuming 'elsewhere' is bigger than my finger." Horus retorted, taking the ring back. "After all, I've never had anyone say 'You're avoiding the question. Answer it.' to me. Something had to have possessed you to ask me like that."

The Remembrancer let the ring slip back into Horus' grasp. The gold metal slipping onto his finger where there had been an indent from years of use. Under it, his skin had appeared somewhat soft, the ring having protected it from the callouses war had left on the rest of his skin.

Once more, the Remembrancer smiled as his shoulders rolled back. "I thought you wanted me to be comfortable here? You've been parading me around as some fancy guest, allowing me in your spaces… I figured your mind was included."

The air was thicker now. The low humming noise that once droned on in the background like the ancient cicadas was gone. Instead, the sound of air rumbling between the different floors filled the room. Pipes would occasionally creak distantly.

"Oh, of course it is. I agreed to this interview, so I will be open." Horus chimed, opening the book back up. He cleared his throat, his sea-green eyes darting across the pages as he looked over at the smaller man. "Have you ever done palm reading?"

The Remembrancer shrugged. "Never like this. Besides, doesn't your father frown upon it?" He wrapped his arms around both legs as he sat up against the headboard beside Horus.

Horus snickered. "Yeah, perhaps he does a little bit, though that doesn't stop me from being intrigued by it. I adore the stars and planets; my Mournival doesn't have the phases of the moon as it's little symbols for nothing."

The Primarch gently held his hand out for the Remembrancer to take. Obliging his silent move, the Remembrancer took his hand, which Horus flipped so that the palm was facing up. He gently traced the natural lines on the man's hand.

It felt so deeply personal and connected. Horus silently looked between the palm and his book. He'd glance away before looking back, pressing on some new spot and leaning closer.

"What can you tell about me?" Asked the Remembrancer, relaxed against the pillows.

"What would you like to know?" Horus looked down at him, his head cocked.

The Remembrancer drew in a breath. "How does my career go? Will I be successful in it? Happy?"

Horus let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "No one can foresee that. Except maybe my brother, the Night Haunter, though he is likely busy seeing some macabre vision instead of published papers."

The Primarch then brought his index finger to the Remembrancer's palm, tracing along one of the grooves. "You are in a job you enjoy, which I think is proven here." Horus smirked, looking the Remembrancer up and down. "Though you might have a few bumps in your career."

Horus' finger had traced the line that ran on the fleshier part of the Remembrancer's palm. He tapped and pointed on some seemingly random lines.

"I do enjoy this." The Remembrancer spoke, letting go of his legs with his remaining arm and leaning against the Primarch. "I never thought I'd get to see the stars, let alone have this much time to interview someone like you."

The blankets shifted as Horus turned a page, finding a new line on the man's palm. It was the heart line, and it he grinned stupidly, his perfect teeth on display.

"You are a good lover." Horus snickered, gently squeezing the fleshier part of the Remembrancer's palm.

The smaller man snatched his hand away, looking at it in shock, then back up at the Warmaster. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his cheeks turned pink. "That's quite the jump from talking about my career."

Horus shrugged, still holding out his hand for the Remembrancer to slip back into. "Most people would ask about sex first. Or how rich they'll be. I figured you would too."

The Remembrancer slipped his hand back into the Primarch's hand, letting the demigod observe it once more. He relaxed against Horus' much larger form once more.

"You have bumps from holding your pen." Horus noted, gently holding the man's fingers. "Is it really not worth it to get those memory cords implanted?"

The Remembrancer shook his head. "It's invasive. Like I said, I'll just do things the old fashioned way. And I don't mind the bumps, they are proof I've lived, that I've traveled, and that I've noted everything I possibly can down."

Horus felt the Remembrancer take hold of his hand this time, feeling the callouses and the scars that had repeatedly been placed onto his flesh enough for them to stay. He let out a little breath as the Documentarist looked up at him.

"It's similar to your hands being all beat up. You've done a lot of things, and will likely continue to do a lot more." The Remembrancer spoke lowly, his touch so tender against Horus' hardened flesh. "You've seen so much and will carry it with you this way."

"How would you like to carry a memory of tonight on your flesh?" Horus asked, his breath growing heavier as he turned his hand around and gently pulled the Remembrancer closer.

His heartbeat started to quicken, almost matching in beat to some distant thump of a machine that kept the place going. The air seemed to thicken like viscous honey. He nodded, his muscles tensing as Horus took his hand close and pressed his lips against it.

Horus carefully took the man's hand, kissing it gently, turning to be closer to him. He leaned down, one hand on the man's chest and the other still grasping his hand. He placed another gentle kiss on his hand before sinking his teeth into the soft edge below the Remembrancer's pinky and wrist bone.

"Shit, Horus-" The Remembrancer stammered, looking at the marks left on his hand that bled. It had been an odd pain, sharp and quick, contrasting the slow and delicate kisses that the Primarch had left on his flesh before.

Horus kissed his hand again before standing up, quickly making his way to the globe he had leaned on earlier. He lifted a hemisphere of the old Terran globe and pulled out a bottle of something that the Remembrancer couldn't read the label of.

He walked back over with the bottle, which held some clear liquid. Horus gently grabbed the writer's hand. "This will sting." He whispered, pouring the clear liquid over the man's hand. He set the bottle down as soon as the bite wound was disinfected, then proceeded to rip a strip of fabric from his bedding, gently tying it around the man's hand.

The man watched Horus grab the bottle once more, taking a drink before passing it over to him. "What was that for?" He asked, gladly accepting the bottle, which was some sort of alcohol based on the stinging feeling, and taking a small drink.

"I gave you a souvenir. You said hands carry things." Horus smiled, watching the Remembrancer swallow the ancient drink. "And now I get to see in your little head."

"See in my head? The hell?" The Remembrancer slumped against the pillows, pulling the torn blanket over himself.

Horus snickered. "The omophagea. It's one of the organs added into the Astartes, though the idea was pulled from my brothers and I." He paused, taking another drink before capping the bottle and setting it down on the ornate table beside his bed. "It allows one to absorb memories from consuming genetic material."

The Remembrancer pulled on Horus' arm, tugging him down against the bed. "What did you learn?"

The Primarch lazily flopped to face the man, caressing the side of his face. "Eh, it's hard to explain. You have a complex past. It's not like I can read everything now, just… random blurbs from the past— like eating feelings more than anything."

"Huh. I suppose that could be useful for interviews. Is it just blood?" The Remembrancer asked, leaning into Horus' gentle touch.

Horus blinked, thinking for a moment. "No, it works with flesh too. Though I'm not going to do that, I didn't even intend to taste blood, I just wanted to leave you with a little memory." He paused, his eyes darting to the blankets and where the man's hips were. "Or did you mean-"

The Remembrancer snorted. "Yeah, I suppose it was a thought. I'm assuming you've never done that though." He gripped the soft down blankets and let out a breath.

"I can't say I have, though I wouldn't be against trying it." Horus' cheeks flushed pink. "You're awfully cheeky."

"You bit my hand, I think we're past glazing over the awkward questions." The Remembrancer spoke. "You kissed my hands like you were worshiping some god when it should be the other way around. I should be the one kissing you so deliberately."

Horus peeled the blanket back a bit. "I'd welcome that, though I'd much rather treat you. You're my guest. You're conducting this interview."

The Remembrancer let out a breath with wide eyes. "Fuck. It got out of hand quick." He glanced towards notebook, though rolled his eyes.

"You can still ask me things." Horus chimed. "We are just much more comfortable now." He smiled. "Though I do wonder if you'd be more comfortable without those fancy clothes on."

The Primarch reached towards the buttons on the Remembrancer's jacket, looking at him for a nod. Once it was received, he undid the buttons one by one and pulled the jacket away. Horus worked on the shirt after another nod. He got to the man's pants, looking shyly up at the writer before receiving yet another nod of acceptance.

The Remembrancer's clothes were tossed to the floor near Horus' armor that had been stripped away earlier. Horus pulled at the band of his undergarment, looking up for permission once more.

"Only if yours come off too." The Remembrancer whispered back, giving the demigod a slow and knowing nod.

Horus let out a shaky breath as he removed the Remembrancer's underpants before shedding his own, their bodies still hidden by the fluffy blankets.

The Remembrancer cracked a small smile. "Alright, on with the interview." He pulled his notebook back over, nesting in the crook of Horus' arm. "What's the story behind this?" He asked, prodding at a scar on Horus' arm.

The Primarch grinned as he cuddled up to the Remembrancer. "I was on some backwater planet. We, and by we I mean my sons and I, were stuck in some cave. One of the stalactites had collapsed in front of the mouth and we were working to move it."

"It is heart shaped." The Remembrancer placed his lips against the old scar, leaving a gentle kiss against it.

"Prettier than the rest, huh?" Horus' lips formed a somber smile as he looked through his lidded eyes which grew heavier with time.

The Remembrancer traced his fingers along Horus' arm, then onto his torso. "No. Perhaps it has a shape that is more 'fun', but not necessarily prettier than, say, this." He kissed some old laceration on the Primarch's shoulder.

Horus' cheeks warmed as the Remembrancer grazed his neck. "That one is from a near miss with someone I used to train with."

"They tell a story of your survival. Of your upbringing." The Remembrancer had found an old scar, visibly faded and old. "And of what you've lived through and seen." He placed another kiss on it, right on the Primarch's large chest. "I think that is very beautiful."

The Primarch held the man close, letting out a low breath that had been trapped in his lungs. "Thank you." He whispered against the man's neck as he stole a deep kiss against it, leaving a reddish mark.

The Remembrancer let the Primarch have at his neck for a moment as he jotted more down on his notebook, which was now sloppily handled. He turned towards the demigod and caressed his face, feeling the strong face that had seen what would torment many.

"What else would you like to know?" Horus asked, slipping further down the bed, letting the Remembrancer feel more of his body. He closed his eyes as the Remembrancer gently felt his head, his fingers tracing down his neck.

With a gentle hand, the Remembrancer squeezed his shoulder. "I have to ask: why the shaved head? Does the galaxy really need you looking so similar to half your brothers?"

Horus snorted, his abdomen crunching up as he faced the Remembrancer on his side. "That's what you ask?" He caught his breath, rubbing the short stubble on his head. "Well, I think it's very stereotypically a thing a soldier does. That's what I am supposed to exhibit."

"You play the game of faces well." The Remembrancer remarked, tossing the notebook to the end table, discarding his work and not noting anything about Horus' fashion sense.

"Not to mention that it can't be grabbed. That works in favor of war and fights, but not exactly in bed." Horus snickered, moving his hand to feel the Remembrancer's thigh like he had earlier.

Shooting the Primarch a taunting look, the Remembrancer grabbed his sides, pulling himself right up against the Primarch. "I'm sure I can find other handholds on you."

The Primarch's cheeks turned pink as he sheepishly smiled, nodding and moving his hand further along, pulling the Remembrancer's leg over his own. The Remembrancer glanced back to his notebook before looking back at Horus.

"There's one more thing you want to ask, yeah?" Horus cocked his head, propped up against the pillow and getting ever so closer to the Documentarist.

"Earlier you said that being the Warmaster is interesting." The writer spoke, his leg subconsciously locking around the Primarch's strong limbs. "What exactly does that mean?"

Horus glanced towards the notebook that had been tossed aside, then looked back at his little lover. "Well, it's a heavy role to step into. It weighs heavy on my shoulders and I feel like I have walked into something I cannot step back from, trapped in barbed thorns and breathing tar."

Nodding, the Remembrancer wrapped closer against him, breathing in the Warmaster's essence. "Let me give you some release from it, even if just for this night. Let me pull you up and out." He whispered, skin to skin with the primarch. It was a feat that not many would accomplish.

Horus felt the Remembrancer steal a sloppy, sucking kiss against his neck, mirroring what he had done earlier. He nodded, closing his eyes as he brushed the Remembrancer off of his neck. With a gentle push, Horus placed his lips against those of the writer that had bedded him.

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