#goretrash

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more rendering warm up before i move onto comms

more bg3 doods #nkmtART

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How the fuck was I supposed to feel when gortash says we should rule together to the dark urge, like what the fuck, you expect me to take that as platonic?

Nuh uh, no, I refuse, I object, they were married, your honor, and he was ecstatic to find his murder wife was still alive.

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I give some Goretrash featuring baby Thanatos a couple of years before getting his eggs scrambled! Gortash makes him very confused

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Soap pt.1 (Slightly NSFW and Dub-Con) (Gortash x M!Trans Named Durge)

Triggers again: slightly NSFW and Dub-Con

Word Count: 3906

The streets of Baldur’s Gate were not known to be safe at night. Thieves are ready to steal your coin, assassins lurk to strike, and vampires prowl for meals to ease their hunger. Maybe even the dread Bhaalspawn, creeping in the night to steal your life for their dark Father’s sacrifice.

Or they could be mindlessly stumbling down a back way with a newly blinded eye and blood pouring down their face. 

That’s what Thanatos was doing, at least.

He wasn’t even supposed to be out tonight; he should be at the Bhaal temple preparing for his morning meeting with one Lord Enver Gortash. Instead, he had run away in shame from the temple after his dear father had violently reprimanded Thanatos. He wasn’t pleased with the half drow neglecting his duties as Chosen. No matter how the man tried to protest and assure his Father that they were working on the plan, he didn’t want to hear it. Shamed burned through the Bhaalspawn at the memory, especially remembering how he had violently thrown up after. Bhaal had been so angry he even threatened to give the title of Chosen to Orin, saying he’d keep Thanatos alive just to watch his sibling ruin all of his plans with the Chosen of Bane. The half drow had dropped to his knees, begging for his Father’s forgiveness, and promised to do better. Luckily, his Father acquitted pleas but reminded the Bhaalspawn to ‘Do better.’ After their conversation, Thanatos had run away like a guilty dog, tail tucked between his legs. He also desperately wanted to avoid his fellow Bhaalists. 

He ran for the streets he usually hunted in, mind swimming in embarrassment and confusion. What could possibly be keeping him from his duties? When the Bhaalspawn worked with Gortash, he was always careful to take care of all of his responsibilities properly. He’s only ever forgotten one sacrifice because the Banite urgently needed his services. And he’d only missed one sermon he was supposed to lead when the Lordling needed his assistance scouting a robbery location. And he’d only missed a single check-in with his Father because of a very impotant meeting that had gone over time with Gortash. 

With that thought, Thanatos felt his already sick stomach worsen. His heart hammered on his chest as the realization set in. Enver Gortash had been the distraction, the reason for his failings to his dear father. And then became the distraction from the half drow’s surroundings. 

As his head was swimming with the realization, a man ran up to him and immediately slashed across his right eye. It had all happened so quickly that the Bhaalspawn hadn’t even registered the attack until the damage was already done and the culprit was gone. He stumbled around for a few seconds after, pain enveloping his face. The Urge howled angrily deep inside himself, attempting to crawl out of his skin to take control, but was stopped when the half drow tried to open his eyes. The pain in his eye was immeasurable; it was nearly impossible to force his eye open, and he had to use his hand to do so. Hot, sticky blood covered his hand as he pried his eyelid open. All Thanatos could see through the eye was a blur of the world around him in a deep red shade. Blood began to flow rapidly out of the wound and into his mouth as he tried to stop himself from vomiting against the drowning feeling of the overwhelming iron taste. He knew he was in rough shape, now possibly blinded, which left him practically defenseless in the evidently dangerous streets. He wouldn’t return to the temple; he couldn’t stand to see his Father or the other Bhaalist in his sorry state, but he had to go somewhere. Unfortunately, the only place he knew of was Lordling Enver Gortash’s office, so he stumbled through the dark streets toward the man’s home.

During the trip there, the Bhaalspawn managed to rip a strip of clothing off his armor to press against the bleeding wound, which slowed the blood flow a little. The Banite had a stringent rule of no unnecessary blood in his office, and if he was still there, the half drow didn’t want to hear his bitching. Thanatos hoped he wasn’t there as he clumsily climbed onto the roof to get to the office window. The last thing he wanted was for Gortash to see the condition he was in; he’d never hear the end of it. When he finally got to the window, he just barely managed to force it open enough for him to squeeze through. Embarrassingly, he got caught as he was halfway through and fell to the other side, yelping in pain as the cloth he held across his eye dug into his wound. The half drow whimpered as he struggled to his feet, trying to ease the fabric from his face when a voice spoke.

“You’re usually more grateful when you sneak into my office, Bhaalspawn,” 

The bloodied cloth slipped from Thanatos’ hand as an anxious shudder went through his spine. Careful to keep his damaged eye hidden, he strained his good eye to the desk on the other side of the room where Gortash was. His arms were crossed, his gauntlets and outfit still on despite the late time in the evening. There was a rather unimpressed look on his face. The half drow watched the man’s eyes slowly drop down, widening ever so slightly before looking back up at the shorter man with vague concern. Confused, the Bhaalspawn also looked down before cursing under his breath as he saw the soaked bloody rag on the floor. He carefully looked back up at the Banite and readied to be chastised. Instead, the two just stared at each other for a few silent beats. 

“Come over here, Thanatos,” Gortash said, voice commanding and leaving no room for argument. For a moment, the shorter man thought about leaving, running away from the other man to avoid whatever anger he would receive. But the reality was he had nowhere else to go. He was possibly blinded, blood was still pouring from where he was attacked, he knew no cleric that would willingly help him, and if he returned to the streets, he could just get attacked again. So instead, careful to keep his damaged eye hidden, he walked over to the Banite, trying to maintain eye contact with him. The strain on his good eye made his head ache and wince, which deepened Gortash’s frown. His clawed gauntlet reached for Thanatos’ jaw, which caused him to flinch away. Reflexively, he bared his teeth, but he fought the added urge to snap at the Lordling, at least just barely. His teeth hurt from how hard he clenched down on them. The artificer’s face morphed from somewhat worried to very unimpressed in seconds. “Thanatos,” He growled, eyes darkening. The Bhaalspawn’s stomach lurched at the deep vibrating tone, and he looked up at the man’s face tentatively. His eyes stared down at Thanatos, making him fight the desire to shrink down into himself under the dark, angry stare. 

“Heel,” Gortash commanded.

Shockingly, the fight the half drow had washed away at the words. His sneer disappeared, his body’s tension released, and he dropped his head. Somehow, in some twisted, sickening way, he felt safe with the taller man and his commands. He did feel a need to hide his eye more out of shame than anything else. However, he did not fight the Lordling when his clawed hand reached for his chin again and pulled to make the Bhaalspawn look fully at him. Gortah’s face remained stone still as he looked over the slash on Thanatos’ face. The half drow tried to catch a glimpse of the damage in the reflection of the other man’s eyes, but they were too dark to see anything, and his sight was still too blurry to distinguish anything. 

There was a long stretch of silence as Gortash observed the other man, making him tilt his head to get a different angle of the wound while humming interested noises. Thanatos wanted to slither away from the sensation of being poked and prodded by the taller man’s eyes, especially when he leaned in uncomfortably close that the shorter man could smell the remnants of his earthy cologne, worn away from a long day. Just as he was about to pull away, the Lordling released his tight hold on Thanatos’ chin, making him sway and nearly stumble from the powerful grip now gone. He was embarrassed by how much he had leaned into the man’s touch, especially when he swore he felt tiny new cuts on his chin where his grip was. It could’ve been from how tightly he was being held, or it was his own fault as he helped Gortash dig those claws into his skin. 

“I’ll have a bath prepped and get some clothes for you to change into,” The Banite said as he went over to his desk, shuffling some papers together. The Bhaalspawn frowned. “What?” Was all he managed to ask, his throat somewhat painfully dry and scratchy. He watched the other man give him a disapproving look. “You can’t make the trip back to the temple in your state,” He answered in a rather condescending tone like it was apparent. Maybe it was; after all, Thanatos was blinded in his eye, but still, it annoyed him intensely at the assumption. “You don’t know what I’m capable of, Banite,” He growled lowly, trying his best to come across as intimidating. The unimpressed look from Gortash meant it definitely wasn’t. “By all means then, attempt to return to your Father in such a broken state, but I will not be blamed for the inevitable loss of your other eye or a limb,” He taunted. The half drow’s face flushed, and he snapped his head away. If only the Banite knew he was to blame for this entire mess. 

There was another lengthy silence where the Bhaalspawn could feel Gortash’s eyes on him, waiting for an answer. He felt a snarl deep within him, a snapping anger yearning to crawl out and wrap its hands about the other man’s throat. It wondered if it squeezed the taller man’s throat just right, would his thick, metallic blood pool and pour out of his mouth? Would he look up at Thanatos in horror as the blood would gush from his eyes while he begged for sweet, sweet mercy? He even wondered if, instead of bright red, would Bane’s Chosen blood be gold flowing in his veins? A rush of blood thummed to the half drow’s head, blurring his already weakened vision, and he could feel blood begin to seep out of his wound again. As his head spun, he heard an annoyed scoff. After a moment of trying to focus, Thanatos looked up at Gortash, whose eyebrows were quirked up with a rather pissed-off look on his face again. It seemed he was waiting expectantly, probably an answer to what the shorter man planned to do.

The Bhaalspawn wanted to turn on his heel and march back to the temple just to prove to the smug bastard that he could. But he knew he would not be able to stumble back to the sewers. Plus, he would have to deal with the congregation and the many questions that would come his way, something he didn’t really want to deal with a bloodless zapped brain. He also definitely didn’t want to deal with Orin, for even if he could hide the damage from his Father, that Tattle-Tail would immediately let Bhaal know, which was indeed the last thing he needed to happen, especially after the talking to he received this morning. He didn’t need to give his dear Father more reasons to be upset and use it as proof he was unfit for his duties as Chosen. 

“Fine,” He said quickly. Surprisingly, the half drow thought he was the slightest quirk of Gortash’s lip but blamed it on his waning eyesight. “Finally,” The Lordling sneered. “Wait here, and I’ll get you something to change into and have the servant start the water. I’m also going to grab a clean cloth; I don’t want you getting blood all over my home,” With that, he turned on his heel, striding out of his office and slamming the door on his way out. In the meantime, Thanatos could feel sticky blood slowly moving down his cheek right on top of the drying blood, making his skin itch. He wanted to reach up to the wound, to tear it open even further as a sort of punishment to himself for letting this situation happen. Also, as retribution for crawling to the Banite for help but he kept his hands down. He didn’t need to make it worse. So he stared at the door, waiting for the Baite to return. Something deep, deep down in his chest growled, and he thought he heard the faintest whisper of ‘Dog’ whispered from the Urge.

When Gortash returned, he had his sleep robe hung around his forearm and a damp hand towel in his hand. He smirked at Thanatos. “I see you stayed,” There was that condescending voice again. He got closer to the half drow, holding out the robe. The Bhaalspawn stared down at the expensive fabric. “You don’t want me getting blood on your floors, but this is fine?” He asked suspiciously. “Would you rather walk around naked?” The taller man asked back. Thanatos frowned but plucked the robe from the Banite as he returned to his desk. The shorter man looked down at the fabric; it was familiar, something he’d seen Gortrash frequently wore when the two’s meetings would go late into the night. He had also wondered what it felt like, how it would give under his fingertips. There was a dramatic ‘Ahem’ from the other side of the room, and the Bhaalspawn looked over at the other man. His arms were crossed as his back leaned against his desk. “You’ll have to strip,” He stated bluntly.  

Thanatos wanted to snap that he indeed knew that but bit back the words. He didn’t need to try and push against the Lordling’s strange generosity. He waited for the man to turn around or leave the room to allow him some privacy. The Bainte did not move. Both men stared at each other, Gortash’s smirk unwavering while the Bhaalspawn could feel himself sway under the man’s eyes. Tentatively, he dropped the robe to the ground and reached for the top half of his armor. His movements were slow and sluggish as he struggled to tie it loose. The new wound across his right eye continued to ooze out more blood, especially as he painfully pulled his top over his head. Hissing, he threw the offending piece aside and just barely caught a glimpse of the red blood that soaked the collar. He heard a gruff laugh and turned to give an intimidating glare at Gortash. His smile did not move.

The Bhaalspawn scoffed at him, reaching for the robe when the Banite stopped him with an ‘Ah, Ah, Ah.’ The half drow paused. “All of your clothes,” The taller man said, nodding towards Thanatos’ pants, the smile on his face curling even more upwards. Embarrassment burned through the shorter man again, a very different hot, sweaty embarrassment as he looked away from the dark eyes he could see trying to undress him. This would cross a new line in their… situationship, and Thanatos wasn’t sure if he was ready to do that. 

What was once a strictly professional working relationship had morphed into something sexual a few months back, but they had strict, unspoken rules that were never broken. Or at least the Bhaalspawn had thought they did. They only did one thing, Thanatos sucked Gortash off, let him cum in the shorter man’s mouth, he’d swallow, and that was it. Both would always keep on as many clothes as possible; the half drow was always fully clothed, and he would never get off himself. They didn’t even really talk about it; just one day, Gortash had Thanatos get on his knees, and he face fucked him. Ever since then, they have always added that to their get-togethers. The shorter man was able to see it as a reward after a while, something he looked forward to however, every time afterwards, he would be slick with arousal, and his clit would throb in anger at the lack of reception. Usually, after, he would find as many victims as possible in a desperate need of some kind of release. It was never enough, no matter the number of cocks he filled his pussy with or how much blood he’s stained his hands with. 

So, being completely nude would be a new step in whatever situationship was between the two men and Thanatos was genuinely terrified about taking it. Gortash, however, seemed to have no reservations whatsoever. With a dramatic roll of his eyes, the man strutted up to the Bhaalspawn and took hold of his hips, pulling him close. Due to their height difference, the shorter man had to tilt his head up to the Bainte with them being so close. He felt dizzy trying to match the other man’s stare. The Lordling’s fingers curled down to grip the half drow’s tight pants, his thick fingers squeezed between the fabric and the shorter man’s hips. Thanatos swore as he felt what must’ve been an electric shock go through his skin that the other man was touching. “These must go,” The Banite said lowly, trying to tug down the pants. Reflexively, the Bhaalspawn’s hands spasmed up, grabbing the other man’s thick wrists with his dried, blood-covered hands. Instantly, what little playful qualities Gortash’s face had disappeared as he leaned down closer into the other man’s face. 

“Obey.” He muttered. 

There was a very still moment between the two of them. Thanatos knew he should fight back; this was getting out of hand. The other man already had some sort of control over the Bhaalspawn, which was evident from the shorter man crawling to his office like an injured mutt trying to find that one person who was kind to them. This wasn’t kindness, though; the half drow was bleeding from his possibly blinded eye, and Gortash was obviously trying to take advantage of his weak state. But what choice did he have, return to his father or let the Banite do whatever he wanted? There was only one smart choice for Thanatos to make.

So, his hands fell away, and his body became loose. He was expecting a howl of disapproval from the Urge for giving up so quickly, but all it seemed to do was huff and once again hiss ‘Dog’ into his brain. It appeared his Urge was also feeling the blood loss. The Bhaalspawn blinked to refocus on Gortash, who had a fuller smile on his lips as he began to pull down the shorter man’s pants. He did so slowly and with much care that Thanatos had not expected. Then, he dropped to his knees, his face right at the other man’s nearly bare crotch. The half drow reached out to grab the Banite’s shoulder, trying to get his working eye to glare at the taller man. “W-what are y-you doing?” He stuttered, voice shaky and weak. “Doing what you won’t. Believe it or not, but I’d rather not spend all night dealing with this mess you’ve made,” Gortash answered, eyes dropping down to focus on pulling the Bhaalspawn’s pants all the way down. Thanatos felt a sharp sting of arousal go through his body as his pants were simply yanked down to his ankles, completely exposing his lower half. He wanted so badly to snap at the Lordling, to kick and scratch at the man for even daring to be so bold with the literal child of Bhaal, but he just couldn’t. His waning energy made him submit tiredly and quickly destroyed any desire he had to fight back. So when the Banite tugged at his ankle to lift the half drow’s foot to remove the rest of his pants, he followed. Same with the other foot. Then, he was completely naked, with Gortash kneeling at his feet with a far too pleased smile. 

“Good boy,” He purred. Thanatos tried desperately to ignore the warmth that pooled in his stomach at those words, which became much more challenging when the Lordling leaned close to his left thigh, seemingly inspecting it before placing a chaste kiss on the flesh. Another much more aggressive shudder ran through the half drow, much to his annoyance. He truly hoped that slick feeling in between his legs was just his imagination.  Gortash rose to his feet, trailing his fingers like spiders along Thanatos’ exposed skin. This time, the Bhaalspawn wasn’t as caught off guard when the taller man got a tight hold of his hips. The half drow stared up at him in a sort of awe, his mind buzzing in a haze of confusion and lightheaded airiness. He hadn’t even noticed that the Lordling had picked the night robe back up until he pulled away and presented it to Thanatos. 

The Bhaalspawn found he could only blink at it dumbly, confused about what he was supposed to do with the fabric. While he could feel the annoyance from the Banite, he said nothing, just grabbing the shorter man’s arms with a not-so-gentle grip as he moved him to slip into the robe. When Gortash tied it, he pulled it so tight that the half drow stumbled closer to him, their chests touching. Thanatos swallowed uncomfortably against his dry throat. “Close your eyes,” The Banite softly commanded, and the Bhaalspawn did so. The clawed gauntlet grabbed his chin again, digging into his skin. He felt the other man pull away slightly like he was reaching for something, and then he was back. “Do not fight,” The other man said in the half drow’s ear, who nodded in response before something wet and cold slowly wiped across his wound. He tried to move away from the cold as it stung his injury, but the hold on his chin tightened. “What did I say?” Gortash growled, hot air somewhat tickling the shorter man’s ear. His voice wasn’t angry; it was more like annoyance and disapproval. “I’m sorry,” Thanatos whimpered in a pathetic tone. There was a soft hum before the grip on his chin loosened slightly. Another cold, wet swipe went across his eye; this time, the Bhaalspawn kept himself as still as possible. The wipes were not kind, very forceful as the Banite tried to clean the wound and all the caked blood Thanatos imaged he was still covered in. 

What could’ve been minutes or hours was finally over when the half drow heard the smack of the wet towel somewhere further off. Slowly, he opened his eyes to look at Gortash. He was a bit disappointed that his vision was still damaged. The Banite looked down at him with an expression the Bhaalspawn could not discern. The taller man stepped away, going towards the door before turning his head to glance at Thanatos. 

“Follow,” He commanded, and so the half drow did.

(I took over 1000 screenshots for this)

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

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Soap pt.2 (NSFW and Dub-Con) (Gortash x M!Trans Named Durge)

Trigger warning: NSFW and Dub-Con due to injury

NSFW: Vaginal Fingering

Word Count: 2425

The walk from Gortash’s office to the bathroom was a blur to the Bhaalspawn. He didn’t even have the energy to spy around the man’s house. Before this night, Thanatos wasn’t allowed anywhere but the Banite’s office, to avoid tracking in ‘viscera’ as Gortash claimed. If the half drow had been more coherent, he would’ve surveyed the entire area, checking for anything to use against the other man in case their partnership went sour. Instead, he mindlessly followed the taller man, feeling increasingly brainless with every step. The Banite didn’t even turn to check on him, evidently confident that the Bhaalspawn wouldn’t wander. Thanatos wasn’t even really aware that they had walked into a bathroom. He barely felt Gortash removing the robe from his body, and while he could see the man’s mouth moving, he couldn’t hear any of the words. The half drow felt like he was going to fall asleep on his feet, his vision becoming dark and his head beginning to sway.

Abruptly, he was lifted up and pratically thrown into what he assumed was the bath. He let out a yelp of pain as the burning hot water enveloped him. His vision snapped back to somewhat clear; he hadn’t noticed how pristinely white the bathroom was until then; it was very off-putting. “Why in the nine hells is it so damn hot?!” Thanatos hissed, spinning around to face the Banite. His anger vanished as he spotted the man removing his gauntlets and carefully rolling up his sleeves. “Quit complaining; this is probably the first bath you’ve taken in years. I need to try and remove all this disgusting built-up grime and dried blood,” Gortash said rather matter-of-factly, reaching down for something. The half drow kept staring at the man’s bare arms, something he’d never really seen. He came across the man attaching the gauntlets a few times, but even on the nights, the man would change into his robe and always kept those on. It was almost like he was as bare as the Bhaalspawn, another step the Banite was forcing him to take in their situationship. This felt balanced, though. Both had skin showing, not the same, but it was better than nothing. 

The Lordling straightened up again, a dollop of some sort of soap in his palm. His eyebrow raised before he chuckled, husky and low. “Turn around,” He commanded, gently this time. Again, Thanatos slowly obeyed, taking time to drink in the glory of Gortash’s bare arms for as long as possible. He tried to count the thick, dark stands all over his forearms. Reflexively, Thanatos scrunched forward with his shoulders high and arms tightly wrapped around his legs. There was a stretch of silence before a hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back. He rather roughly hit the edge of the tub with his neck, which forced out a surprised grunt. Before the half drow could protest, he felt Gortash lean in close, his mouth to the Bhaalspawn’s ear. “Don’t fight,” He purred. “Relax.” Again, Thanatos found he couldn’t fight against the taller man’s demands, so he did as he was asked, melting into the water as he let his shoulders drop and legs scratch out. There was a sound of approval from the Lordling followed by the faintest press of his lips to the half drow’s shoulders. He fought against his body’s desire to tense at that.

Gortash began gently washing Thanatos with many strong-smelling products. The half drow allowed himself to be moved around like a doll, arms up and down, legs up and out. The Bainte was not shy as he let his hands touch anywhere and everywhere, but his touches never lingered, much to the Bhaalspawn’s unwilling reluctance. Anytime the shorter man squirmed or gave a very quiet whine, the Lordling would just give him a humored look and continue. This continued until the water turned a rusty color, the disgusting mix of dirt and blood making it impossible to see through the water anymore. There was also a strong smell, a mixture of fancy floral products and thick iron from the amount of blood from Thanatos. The water started to turn cold, and the shorter man’s fingers were nearly white. “Can I get out now?” The Bhaalspawn asked, adjusting his sitting to try and stop his ass from falling asleep. Gortash was still out of view behind him; Thanatos had assumed he was cleaning up. “Not yet, scoot up,” He answered. The half drow frowned but did as he was told, squashing himself forward in the tub.

He sat there for a few uncomfortable moments, his legs already starting to hurt from the awkward position. “How long am I going to have to- Ah!” Thanatos cut himself off when he felt the Banite slip behind him in the bathtub and an arm wrapped around the half drow’s chest. Before he could try to question the taller man, he was forcefully pulled back. His bony back hit Gortash’s broad chest, and both of their hips were pressed flushed. A burning filled the Bhaalspawn’s cheek as he felt the Lordling’s sizable hard cock in between his ass cheeks, almost snug between them. He looked over his shoulder and up at the other man, surprised at how unbothered the man looked. “W-What are you doing!?” Thanatos practically whimpered, having a hard time ignoring the cock slowly rubbing against him. There was a mischievous look in the Banite’s eyes as he leaned down to place a kiss on the side of the shorter man’s head. The taller man nudged his shoulder forward, making Thanatos’ head look away. Then, Gortash draped himself across the Bhaalspawn, his head resting on the half drow’s right shoulder with his right hand on the shorter man’s thigh. He hummed in Thanatos’ pointed ear. “Trust me,” The Lordling whispered. The half drow nodded, more focused on the hand sliding down his thigh and getting closer-

Suddenly, Thanatos’ sight blacked out entirely as the other man used his left hand to cover his good eye, leaving him completely blind. The Bhaalspawn tried to thrash about, to loosen the hand, but Gortash tightened his grip as he pressed his lips to the shorter man’s ear again. “Trust. Me.” He repeated, emphasizing his point with a painful bite to Thanatos’ lobe, which made his back arch involuntarily and an embarrassing high-pitched moan fall from his mouth. Another deep rumble went through the Banite’s chest, vibrating through the shorter man. The taller man’s grip loosened, and Thanatos willingly relaxed against Gortash, somewhat playfully wiggling his ass against the hard cock still pushing on him. It was to even out their playing field, which he felt he had accomplished when he heard the Lordling grunt. 

When Gortash’s hand began rubbing slow, deliberate circles on his thigh, any playfulness disappeared as the Bhaalspawn fought against his body’s desire to move. The pressure was borderline painful, especially after the Banite had nearly cleaned Thanatos raw. As the taller man’s hand trailed inwards, the half drow struggled to keep his hips still even more which was made worse when the other man finally touched his cunt. The lordling touches were not kind; he immediately began pressing down painfully on the Bhaalspawn’s twitching and sensitive clit, not that Thanatos cared. He was never one to be shy about his noises, so the half drow let out a wail as his hips thrust on their own accord, vying for more stimulation. Regret filled him as soon as they moved. A disappointed series of tongue clicks snapped in his ear, the sharp sound hurting his already throbbing brain The Bhaalspawn had to fight another wail as the Banite switched from pressing to tightly pinching the shorter man’s clit. Thanatos let out a litany of high-pitched gasps and moans at the sensations, which only made the other man ruthlessly pinch tighter. He also moved his legs to sit on the half drow’s, preventing his hips from moving. “Be a good boy for me, Bhaalspawn. I’m trying to take care of you. Lie still or else,” Gortash cooed threateningly to Thanatos. All the shorter man could so was nod, mind still fuzzy from the painfilled pleasure on his clit. “Say it,” The Banite demanded. 

“I can be a good b-boy,” The Bhaalspawn managed through uneasy gasps.

For a moment, the pinching got tighter, and the half drow screamed out in pain but managed to keep his hips still. This must’ve pleased the Lordling as he finally relented and released his ruthless pinch. Thanatos sagged back against him after he was freed, breathing heavily and body spasming. Gorstah placed a kiss on his cheek. “Very good,” He whispered, kissing down to the Bhaalspawn’s neck. The shorter man whimpered at the praise, which earned him the thick fingers back on his clit, this time giving it gentle swipes. They quickly turned into deliberate circles with practiced pressure that made Thanatos pant from pleasure. He could feel his cunt trying to get slick, the dirty water washing it away, but his desperate hole was insistent. “You deserve this reward, you know. But do you know why?” The Banite asked lowly. The half drow tried to shake his head, but the hand covering his good eye tightened. It seemed the taller man wanted a verbal response. 

“No, I don’t- Ngh!” As he was trying to answer, Gortash’s fingers slipped into his pussy. They didn’t stay there, really; it seemed like they went in on accident as the Lordling started to just rub around the hole and up to his clit. “Because you came to me,” the Banite said with a breathy tone. “You came to me in your time of need; you came crawling to me for help,” His hand was faster now, grinding against Thanatos’ fluttering cunt purposefully. Humiliatingly, the Bhaalspawn could feel his climax already building up as he drowned in the sensation of Gortash. The sounds he was making were going higher and becoming more strangled. The Lordling was letting out deep noises as he panted into the half drow’s ear, and if Thanatos had the brain power, he would have noted the angry, hard cock rubbing insistenly on his ass. All the shorter man could feel those were those fingers on his weeping cunt. The Banite had begun biting the half drow’s neck as his head lulled to the side; he found it was too much effort to keep it upright. Thanatos felt the taller man growl against his skin, his fingers now going back to just focus on the twitching clit. 

“My favorite assassin,” Gortash muttered into the Bhaalspawn’s love-bitten skin.

Even if he had wanted to, the half drow couldn’t stop the orgasms that ripped through his body. His back arched, and his mouth fell open in a silent scream at the pleasure that overwhelmed his body. Thanatos tittered on the top of the intensity for a surprisingly long time, his cunt spasming over and over again while his clit twitched against the fingers, still circling there. When his peak finally started to fall, he tried to squirm away from the insistent fingers, but the Banite refused to let him. “You can do another,” He growled, speeding up his ministrations, which the half drow helplessly writhed against. The Bhaalspawn tried to thrash the taller man’s fingers away, but his strength was solid. The pressure against his clit was hit white overstimulation, too much for his already sloppy brain to handle, but Gortash did not let up. “Another,” He commanded, and much to Thanatos’ surprise, his body managed to do so. As the second intense climax overtook his body, the shorter man screamed so long that his own ears started ringing. This orgasm didn’t last nearly as long as the other as seconds later, the Bhaalspawn collapsed against the Lordling’s chest. He managed to use his hands, which had sat uselessly at his side the entire time, to push away Gortash’s still-moving fingers. Thankfully, the taller man acquiesced and drew his fingers away. 

Thanatos’ mind was an empty haze in the post-bliss of the two back-to-back orgasms. His body felt numb and limp as he was deadweight against the taller man. He felt the hand covering his good eye slip away, but he had no energy to try and open the eye. His ears were still ringing as he felt the Banite push him forward and climb out of the tub. The Bhaalspawn could hear him moving around, but it felt very distant, like he was across a vast field and not next to him. He could vaguely hear the man talking to him, but his voice was muffled like Gortash was underwater; Thanatos couldn’t make out the words. Eventually, the half drow felt arms slide under his armpits, then hook up before he was being lifted up and out of the tub. Even during this, his eyes stayed shut, and his body was still dead weight. The shorter man laughed as he could feel the Lordling struggling to move his body to his feet. As soon as they were finally under him, the Banite let go, and the Bhaalspawn fell straight to the floor, his exhausted body refusing to hold himself up. The fall didn’t even hurt; if anything, the cold floor felt amazing on Thanatos’ overheated skin. An annoyed grumble came from Gortash before the half drow felt arms under his again, this time under his knees and back. Much to his surprise, the shorter man was lifted, and then he presumed the taller man was holding him close to his chest. He still didn’t bother to try and open his eyes. Maybe this was the Banite’s way of playing mind games on the Bhaalspawn; after all, why would Gortash want to take care of him?

Wherever Thanatos was carried, he was plopped down on a soft surface, which he sank into as it morphed around his body. Reflexively, the shorter man curled up into a ball, nuzzling into his arms and tucking his legs in tightly. He could feel sleep crawling through his body, calling his name. Just as the Bhaalspawn was drifting off, he felt the Lordling press against him and his arms wrap around the half drow’s body. If he had the energy, Thanatos would’ve knocked the man loose for crossing a line again, but he just couldn’t. Instead, he allowed himself to drift off in the Banite’s embrace while beautiful images of the taller man being sliced and diced. 

For once in his life, sleep came easy. 

(I have over 1000 screenshots ((that I took specifically for this fix)) and yet I feel like I have nothing good) ((((Also the screenshots a pre-eye damage, pre-tadpole Than, he looks a bit different during the actual game))))

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Pt. 3

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So get girly pop gortash and my durge Thanatos (Not the twin one, this one is the og)

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Gortash looked down at the Bhaalspawn, whose eyes were locked into his. The damaged eye couldn’t quite open as much as the other could, not exactly swollen shut but obviously still healing. He could work with that. A soft sound came from Thanatos, which made the Lordling look into his other eye. There was curiosity there and what seemed to be impatience, ready for the artificer to get on with whatever he had planned. A thrill ran through the older man at the thought of just how clueless the half drow was about what was to come. How oblivious he was and yet still sitting at Gortash’s feet, eagerly waiting. He felt a high again from that anticipation of what would come for the most perfect of Bhaalspawns.

The corked bottle he had grabbed was next to the box with the gemstone eye. He was leaning back against his desk, his ass holding him up. The Bhaalspawn was kneeling about a foot away, posture stiff straight, and wide eyes glued to the artificer. Gortash had had many audiences over his career, but never had he had one so attentive. Neither had there ever been so much palpable tension in a room, at least not with the half elf in their time working together, even after they started crossing physical boundaries. At first, Thanatos was just another vessel for his pleasure, another business partnership with benefits for the taller man. But then, the realization of just who his partner was became eye-opening. This murderous son of Bhaal, this purest of Bhaalspawns, was nothing more than a wild, untamed mutt. His artwork of kills just showed how off of a leash Thanatos was. Completely without rules or structure, he was uncontrolled chaos until Gortash took direction. It wasn’t easy, like trying to control a flame, but through subtle, minor manipulations, obedience began to show. Not much; it had only been a few weeks, after all, but an inch was a mile when it came to the shorter man.

Enver Gortash, however, was not a patient man. He believed there were two options: continue waiting around for more of his training to slowly collar the half drow into submission or fling the man into the collar and muzzle, then beat obedience into him. The former, he thought as his brain had mulled over ideas, was so much more boring. And so, with a few favors called in, a man was hired to harm Thanatos by any means necessary. The artificer expected the Bhaalspawn to come to his estate, and it was why he left the window open a crack. What he wasn’t expecting was a nearly blinded half elf to fall onto his floor. A wonderful gift. Gortash was going to use a violent approach, but with the bleeding out half elf at his feet, his brain easily recalculated. No more violence, just a bath, some fingering, and he got a power rush like no other. The high he got from it was so intense that he ran with it, later creating the lovely gemstone eye from the energy.   

And now the Lordling had the Bhaalspawn kneeling at his feet, begging for more.

A high like no other.

Thanatos’ eyes were oblivious to what it all was actually about, the gift seemingly the only thing on his mind. Gortash was starting to feel a little guilty, making the squirming half drow wait while he reminisced, well, no more. 

“Tilt your head up, present me your eye,” The Lordling commanded. There was no hesitation as the other followed the order eagerly, even leaning in closer. A smile grew on the artificer’s face. He reached down with his gauntleted hand, cupping the man’s cheek, using his pointed thumb to pet against the pinked scar. While he did not move away. Thanatos’ facial features winced in pain from the motion. Gortash gave him a disapproving hiss. “Do not move, Bhaalspawn; I will not reward you for a pathetic display,” He said, emphasizing his point by digging his thumb deep into the bottom of his scar, which caused it to bleed a little. A painful yelp came from the half drow which only made Gortash dig his thumb in deeper. Blood was beginning to seep out of the wound. He honestly expected the Bhaalspawn to move or make a sound again, but to the Lordling’s delight, he stayed still. The only problem was his eyes being tightly shut. “Open your eyes,” The Banite demanded.

There was a pause.

Then, rather jerkily, the younger man’s eyes fluttered open. It was obviously a struggle, and Gortash wanted to make him try again but the anticipation was just too great. A test for another day, he decided. Thanatos’ eyes were locked into the Lordling’s once again, wide with pain, greed, and of course, desperation. So, the taller man pulled his thumb from the wound, feeling hot blood slide against his skin through the crevices of his gauntlet. He pulled his thumb up, hovering it over the clouded, damaged eye. The Bhaalspawn did not move, did not blink. So the Banite smiled, aimed his point, and very slowly plunged the sharp through Thanatos’ left eye. He was deliberately slow with his movements, reveling in the wet squish so easily giving under his thumb. The sounds were wonderfully wet, too, like a fist tightly wringing out a kidney’s fluid, something Gortash now knew the sound of thanks to the half drow. His finger also moved surprisingly smoothly, which may have something to do with the deterioration of the eye. 

The Bhaalspawn was still, though now his other eye had drifted off, clouded with pain. His skin had somehow gotten even paler, and his jaw was protruding out as he bit down hard. Yet, he did not move. The Banite’s smile grew. “Good boy,” He cooed, but he wasn’t sure the man had even heard him over the pain. Finally, Gortash paused his movements, feeling that where he was, just past the nail bed, was enough. He waited, curious to see if the shorter man would do anything. Thanatos’ body was stiff, either from pain or by command. The Banite couldn’t be sure. His other eye had now opened again, incredibly wide and unmoving, just staring ahead. The Lordling wondered just how much wonderful, sick pain the Bhaalspawn was in to be rendered motionless. Could he get him in such a state again? Another thing to file away for closer inspection later.

Now was not the time, though, so as carefully as he could, Gortash slightly hooked his thumb for a more solid grip on the broken eye. Again, there was no movement from the other man, just that blank stare. The artificer took a pause, contemplating the best speed and if he should count down from the other man’s benefits. Thanatos’ behavior, though, had been less than perfect, and Gortash was not willing to reward such misconduct. Instead, all he gave as a warning was a wide smile before yanking his whole left arm back. 

Two sounds echoed through the room: a quick wet squish and a loud heaving gasp from Thanatos. His head had dropped when the taller man had pulled away while the Bhaalspawn’s shoulders began to hike up with desperate inhalations. Gortash ignored him in favor of seeing his prize but frowned when he noticed there was no eye on his thumb. He reached out to push the shorter man’s face up to make him look at the Banite. Much to the artificer’s disappointment, the eye was still snug in its socket now with a hole in the iris. The Lordling muttered a minor healing incantation, which slowly mended the squishy organ and calmed Thanatos’ rapid breathing. The other eye had relaxed a little, staring up at Gortash with unreadable emotions, not that the man particularly cared. He was preoccupied, after all. “I am trying again,” He announced, angling his thumb once again. “Do try to control yourself this time, Bhaalspawn,” Gortash readied himself to try again when the shorter man spoke. 

“Y-yes sir,” He very quietly muttered in a shaky, pathetic voice.

How that almost made the Lordling break down into a deranged laughing fit as his high notched up another level. He expected that he would have had to work for months to get the half drow to say that word. Somehow, through the haze of pain and embarrassment, he had gotten the man to say it unprompted. Definitely something he would be revisiting again as he wondered just how much pain it’d take for that sweet title to fall from Thanatos’ lips again. But he couldn’t let it distract him now; after all, the Bhaalspawn’s eye was still stuck in his skull. With renewed vigor, Gortash plunged his thumb back into the eye again with this new deranged determination. The shorter man stayed still, as he should, those eyes only slightly growing wider as the pain returned again. If the Banite asked, would the half elf say it again? No, the taller man told himself, he needed to focus. 

This time, he went a tad deeper and angled his thumb slightly more. He didn’t even smile at the half drow before sharply jerking his arm back. There was no squish this time nor whine from the shorter man, just a resounding ‘Pop!’. Pure joy shot through the Banite’s spine as he looked to his thumb, and on it was the clouded eye with part of its optic nerve hanging behind it. It looked like a work of art, like every bump on it was some artist's purposeful strokes to create a priceless piece. So unique, so special. Gortash looked down to the Bhaalspawn who was hunched over but unmoving. He reached down with his free hand and pushed the man’s head back again. Surprisingly, his face was neutral, though the now empty eye socket’s lid was tightly closed around the rest of the nerve that was hanging out. Without much thought, the Banite reached out for it and tugged hard. 

Thanatos didn’t react physically, but the pain was palpable. His entire body stiffened as a very tight tremor went through it. Gortash saw the exact moment it reached the man’s jaw. The taller man couldn’t help himself as he pulled again, watching with glee as another tremor went through the other despite his efforts to stop himself. The Bhaalspawn’s other eye stayed shut, but the Lordling decided to allow it. He didn’t want to torture the poor man. So instead, he twirled the hanging nerve around his finger, enjoying the other tremors that came before he yanked once again. Unfortunately, the nerve snapped away from the shorter man’s eye socket rather easily, as it all gave away entirely under the short pull. Once it was out, the half drow relaxed slightly, his tense jaw dropped, and his good eye opened back up. It was rather impressive how instantly Thanatos made himself stare up at Gortash, evidently giving his full attention even as some blood began to trickle out of his closed left eyelid. It was a rather perfect image of obedience that Gortash desperately wanted to document. 

Luckily, the Lordling was a wonderfully tactful planner.

“You may wraith in pain now if you desire; I will get your gift ready,” He said, turning back towards his desk. He could hear shuffling and glanced behind himself to see the half drow was hunched over, cradling the left side of his face. There wasn’t a sound coming from him, though Gortash delightfully noted that he hadn’t given permission for that, and the Bhaalspawn definitely noted it. The taller man returned his attention to his desk and the corked bottle he had brought out. With careful movements, he uncorked it before slowly dragging his clawed thumb against the opening. The eye pressed against the rim of it, and right before it fell off, the Banite paused. Slowly, he brought the eye up to his lips, placing a very gentle kiss on it before whispering a healing incantation again. As he spoke, he could taste the salty residue of tears on his lips as well as the thick irony flavor that seemed to coat Thanatos’ insides. Quickly but carefully, the Banite brought the eye to the bottle, allowing it to fall in. He corked it back up before sliding it into his pocket; the shorter man didn’t need to know about his keepsake. 

Gortash picked up the box with the gift before spinning back around. As soon as he did, Thanatos shot back up and opened his good eye to once again stare up at the taller man. He noticed a few tear stains going down the shorter man’s cheeks, one bloody, one not. The taller man reached down to wipe a few of the bloody ones away, bringing up his thumb to lick them off, savoring their disgusting flavor. There was another shudder that went through the other man, but this one was less tight, a more pleasured one, it seemed, especially as the shorter man bit down on his bottom lip. Chuckling, the Lordling leaned down once again to cup the Bhaalspawn’s cheek. “A taste of divinity, how you spoil me, assassin,” He cooed. When the other tried to give a desperate nod, he winced in pain, which caused more blood to slide down his cheek. Gortash tsked, giving the shorter man a needlessly hard pat on his cheek. “Oh, my poor dear, bleeding all over my floor again. Maybe we should find something to plug that hole of yours,” The taller man mused, pulling Thanatos’ face to the side and lifting up the left eyelid with his thumb. The empty socket was bloody, red with irritation and a horrendous smell coming from it. When he looked closer, the artificer spotted what seemed to be some infection, crusty and green. There was even a little bit of decay in spots of the socket; evidently, the damage was worse than either man realized. As he observed the damage, he found himself wondering… How warm must it be in there? How slick was it with blood and infection? Would the muscle around it give away easily, or would it stay tight?

If he were to…

No. Another thought for another day.

Getting a hold of himself, the Banite leaned back, opening the box with his other hand before carefully withdrawing the stone. He looked down to see Thanatos’ good eye watching, waiting expectantly. The Lordling pulled the hand, cradling the shorter man up, which made him tilt his head at an upward angle, and he moved his thumb so the eyelid would close again. Another drop of blood slid slow and fat down the man’s cheek. Feeling bold, Gortash leaned down, chasing the trail with his tongue until he got to the now tightly closed eyelid. He placed a chaste kiss there before he pulled away, smiling down gleefully at the awestruck look the Bhaalspawn had. “Ready?” The Banite asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer before cruelly using his thumb to once again pry open the shorter man’s eyelid. Thanatos did not squirm. Careful of his craft, the artificer moved the gem so the iris would face out before he went to align the stone. As he precisely aimed it, hands wrapped around his wrists but there was no pressure to them. Gortash flicked his eyes over to the Bhaalspawn’s good one with a cocked-up eyebrow. There wasn’t much to see except the shorter man’s sad eyes, wide eyes that had a pleading look to them. To keep a dog obedient, one should always correct their behavior, but Thanatos had been behaving rather well in the last few minutes, so he allowed the bloodied hands to stay and returned his attention to the gemstone.

Even with the added weight, the Banite was able to get the eye angled just right. Gortash gave the other man one more look over before carefully sliding the eye into place. It was a wet, sloppy sound as the gem slid into place, forcing more blood to be pushed out. The taller man’s fingers were positively soaked with the Bhaalspawn’s blood, but it wasn’t nauseating like he believed it would be. It was a bit sickening, the iron in it stifling the air, but it was warm, thick, and supple between the skin and nail. Every groove in his fingers was filled with it. Gortash pulled away from Thanatos, whose hands had dropped away once the eye was in place, giving the other man space to adjust. The half drow didn’t open his eyes for a long time, simply kneeling and hunching over with his hands over his eye. The Lordling itched to pull it away and force the shorter man to open his eye, but the artificer told himself to wait. Again, he reminded himself, this is a Bhaalspawn. Eventually, Thanatos slowly straightened his body. He let his hands drop and angled his head up.

When his eyes opened, Gortash let out a pleased, loving gasp, which the shorter man followed up with one of his own.

It was wonderful; the all-black stood out beautifully against the man’s grey skin. It looked all-consuming against it, like the inky black was taking over his face. The freckles that dotted everywhere were just enhanced by its dark features. Somehow, the gem even made that ugly, angry scar that ran across it a gorgeous feature. How lucky the Banite was to be the artist of such a work of art, to be able to work with such a canvas. It was a truly wonderful piece of work that was finally finished.

Thanatos still had a wide, surprised look, especially when he brought his hand up and waved in front of his face. Those eyes widened still and snapped up to the taller man with shock in them. Gortash chuckled, crossing his arms. “You didn’t think I’d let you walk around blind, did you, Bhaalspawn?” He teased, basking in the wide eye attention from the half drow. There was a very long pause as both men stared at the other. Gortash’s smile only widened more with every second longer they looked until the half elf broke the silence with a very, very quiet mutter. It was so quiet that the Lordling couldn’t understand the words, but before he could demand the shorter man to speak up, Thanatos lunged at him. The taller man had no time to react before a bloody hand tightly grabbed his coat and yanked. He expected a bite, a punch, or somehow even a knife to the face. But he didn’t expect a kiss. 

It was uncoordinated and sloppy as the half elf smashed their faces together; it was obvious he was unpracticed. The Banite had opened his mouth with shock, but the other man must’ve sensed it as an opportunity and shoved his tongue deep in Gortash’s mouth. He wasn’t surprised by the metallic taste; it had coated everything else on the Bhaalspawn. There was blood and spit starting to uncomfortably dribble down the Lordling’s chin from the aggressive kissing, but the half drow did not let up; if anything, his grip tightened. Gortash allowed it, though, allowing himself to get lost in the gross sensation of a mix of blood and saliva, gulping down as much of it as he could. His head began to feel fuzzy, disconnected from his body, when Thanatos pulled back. They each were panting like mad men, staring into each other’s eyes with crazed, desired looks. After a few pained gasps, the shorter man spoke.

“I want to devour you,” He whispered, gathering more of the other man’s coat in his grip.

And Gortash was all too happy to oblige.

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Anticipation was like a high to Enver Gortash.

The anticipation of a deal falling into place thanks to his hard, arduous work. The anticipation of the transfer of power from a brain-dead noble of Baldur’s Gate to himself, they are all too willing to do anything for the smallest bit of attention from the Lordling. The anticipation of praise from Bane himself to his well-picked Chosen for the smooth going of the Absolute plan, especially since the Banite took a risk bringing together the Dead Three’s chosen for it. 

Or the anticipation of the Chosen of Bhaal, the most perfect Bhaalspawn, to crawl through his window and fall to the floor.

 

That excitement made his heart thump strongly against his chest; it was disorientating how it pounded in his ears. Gortash had that strong, building heartbeat since he left the city a week ago with a naked, sleeping Son of Bhaal Thanatos on his office floor, with one last spill of cum on his back. He couldn’t help himself; the shorter man looked so beautiful, like an art piece needing one last finishing touch. How wonderful that pale grey skin with those blue accents looked with the streaks of white cum; it was nearly perfect. Though Gortash had almost wished he left him in the streets so anyone could appreciate the work of art he had sculpted, he knew better than that. Thanatos may be a slut, but he was still a Bhaalspawn and would have probably sliced the taller man from throat to asshole for such a bold move.

Perhaps another time. 

Gortash’s thoughts were cut off when he heard his office window being wrenched open. With a quirk of his lips, he turned to said window and watched with delight as Thanatos crawled through the space. He was far more graceful this time around than he had been a week prior, actually managing to land on his feet this time. The Lordling looked to the floor for any stray drops of blood to fall, but there were none, much to his disappointment. He always loved reprimanding the shorter man for breaking the rules; it was always so funny to probe the Bhaalspawn until he bared his teeth. Much like a ragged street mutt, Gortash always thought. Both men looked up at the other, and when their eyes met, the taller man’s smirk deepened at the wide-eyed look the half-drow was giving him. 

The Bhaalspawn looked rough—not as bad as the last time he came through Gortash’s window, but still rough; his black hair was greasy and sticking out every which way from his normally tight top knot. He was very pale; the grey of his skin was nearly white, and the normally blue tint nearly looked a sickly green. Thanatos was also panting, drooling even like the effort was strainious, which was unusual considering he usually climbed through that way without hassle. He also looked gaunt, nearly like he was starved, with a wild look in his nondamaged eye like an animal sick with rabies, going mad. His other eye was still a little swollen, the scar had healed over a bit, but there was still a pink tint to it, and the eye itself was cloudy, evidently still blinded. A thrill went through Gortash’s spine; even in this state, the half drow still came crawling to him. 

Again.

“Welcome back, Bhaalspawn,” The Banite announced dramatically, taking a few steps toward the shorter man. He watched with joy as Thanatos frowned at him and almost instantly bared his teeth, just like Gortash loved. He couldn’t help the rumbling chuckle he let out at the display. “Don’t make me regret coming here, Banite,” The half-drow growled, fists clenched tight and shoulders high. How he looked like a mangy mutt, Gortash lovingly compared, defensive and snappish, but the Banite knew how to get him to roll over, to show eagerly his belly. “Oh dear, already so defensive? Has this week been difficult for you?” The taller man cooed, stepping even closer to the Bhaalspawn. Thanatos tried to scramble away, but his back hit the wall, and the shorter man’s face gave a pained wince at the force he threw himself back with. Gortash paused his approach as he waited for an answer, eyes darting down to the clenched fists that were turning bright white from the tension. When his eyes went back to Thanatos’ face, his mouth was opening and closing, obviously trying to find the best words or even just to get his brain together. Then, his glare deepened. 

“Why do you care?” He hissed. 

The Lordling fought the desire to roll his eyes. This was not the game he wanted to play, but he could, for a little. He needed to appease the Bhaalspawn at least a little to get him to mold into the game Gortash actually wanted to play. “Was our bath not enough to show just how much I care? I don’t just bring anyone into my personal tub, you know,” He said with a dramatic flair. He flashed a perfect political smile to try and dazzle the half-drow, which didn’t work as the other man just sneered at him, shoulders getting even higher like he was ready to throw a punch at the other man. Again, the Lordling had to fight against himself not to roll his eyes; it seemed that Thanatos was going to need something more flowery, more special to comply with Gortash’s desires. However, he knew one surefire way to get the man to fall into his lap. “Then perhaps I should’ve left you to deal with your injury on your own,” The Banite said in a loud chastising tone. “I could have made you march back to your father’s temple and made you show him your mistake,” He reveled in the way the shorter man flinched, eyes jumping to the ground and his face morphing to embarrassment, shame. Excitement stirred in the taller man’s gut; this was leading to the game he wanted; all he needed was to turn Thanatos’ guilty look into bug-eyed desperation. Gortash let out a loud, dramatic sigh as he turned away from the Bhaalspawn. He could feel those curious eyes following him. “Well, since I do not care, I guess I will be keeping the gift I have to myself,” He teased, acting like he was about to step away from the shorter man when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a jerky movement. There was a sudden, tight grip on his elbow, and he looked down to see one of the half drow’s pale hands with a tight hold on him. The Lordling hadn’t noticed the flecks of dried blood before, staining Thanatos’ hands and caked under his jagged, bitten-off fingernails. Gortash flicked his eyes up to the shorter man’s face. Ther was no trace of that defensive anger but instead an almost curious expression, nearly gullible with his mouth open with a slight shine from the drool that had been sliding down his chin. “A… gift?” He asked, shaky and raspy. 

The Banite’s heart thumped against his chest.

“Yes, a gift,” He answered, reaching down to grab the Bhaalspawn’s hand. “Just for you.”

Thanatos stared up at him with a stunned expression, giving a slow lick to his lips. The Lordling watched the movement closely; the desire to use his clawed hand to pinch it and hold it tight caused him to twitch ever so slightly. “But now,” He said. “Now, I am not so sure you deserve it. After all, you were just very rude to me,” Gortash said in a taunting and condescending tone, much like his mother used to do when he was a child. Panic filled the half drow’s eye, and his breathing picked up; it sounded harsh and almost like the Bhaalspawn was going to cry. It made the Banite giddy. “No. I-” Thanatos tried to speak, fumbling over his words as his breathing became more uncontrolled. The taller man shushed him as he began to shake his head, reaching down to wrap his hand around the other man’s. He yanked at it, causing the half drow to stumble forward into Gortash’s space, their faces close enough the taller man could feel those panic breaths against his lips. A high pitched cry fell from the shorter man’s lips. Had the Bhaalspawn’s whines always been so sweet, or had the Lordling simply developed a new appreciation for them? He held Thanatos closer, nearly having their chests touch. The other man’s eyes were so confused, so innocent. “I know a way you can earn it back,” The Banite practically sang. Somehow, the half drow's eyes got even bigger as he seemed to hang onto every word the taller man said. Gortash leaned around his head to the man’s ear, resisting the temptation to bite at the sharp, pointed tip. He felt the half drow’s shudder reverberate through his own chest as the Lordling whispered into his ear.

“Get on your knees and beg,” 

There was a very long stretch of silence. Neither man moved. Being this close, the Banite could smell that strong metallic smell that had assaulted his nose the last time he was this close to the other man. It wasn’t bad per say, distinct if anything. It had sunk into the clothes he had been wearing at the time, and it wasn’t until he had worn it for a meeting that he realized just how much it clung to that outfit. Along with the smell, Gortash felt Thanatos go rigid with tension while in his grip. He couldn’t see the shorter man’s face, but he could very easily imagine the shocked look on his face. He’d seen it quite a lot in their last interaction. There was a very strong desire to push the half drow down to make him follow the Lordling’s demands but he had to remind himself that the shorter man was still the murderous child of Bhaal. He’d seen Thanatos nearly tear off a man’s entire skin for drunkenly asking something very similar to Gortash’s command. The half drow had done it with nothing but his bare, bloody hands, too. The Banite had never come so hard in his life after returning home, the image still fresh in his mind as he very roughly stroked his aching cock. He was honestly surprised none of his servants came to check if he was being murdered by the way his howls had echoed through the estate. 

Suddenly, Gortash was snapped away from his thoughts as he was very roughly pushed away. His grip on Thanatos’ hand was still tight. The half-drow wasn’t looking at him; his eyes were down, and his body was very still. The only movement was the slight lift of his shoulders with every short breath he took. His jaw was tensing, slightly protruding out from how tightly he was evidently biting down. There was another long pause before, much to the Lordling’s surprise, Thanatos slammed down to his knees in a sharp, jerky motion. He heard a quiet curse from the Bhaalspawn at the resounding crack his knees had given as they hit the floor. Reflexively, he changed his grip from the hand to the shorter man’s wrist as the sudden movement caught him off guard. The half drow didn’t attempt to pull away, even as Gortash tightened his grip. He could feel how bony the other man was; the skin almost felt paper thin and like it would break under his grip, but he didn’t loosen it. He opened his mouth to speak, ready to quip that the thick silence the shorter man was giving was not a part of their deal, but he stopped when the man’s head snapped up. Those damn wide eyes stared into his. Gortash’s lips curled into a grin at what he saw in those desperate eyes. 

“Please…” The half drow whimpered in a small, pathetic voice. His body was shaking, lips quivering as he watched the Banite. Gortash hummed at him, slightly shaking his head. “I know you can do better than that,” He said snidely.

He relished in the whimper the Bhaalspawn gave but quickly grew angry when the man’s eyes tried to flicker away. The Lordling threw Thanatos’ wrist to the side, grabbing a hold of his chin and making sure to dig those claws deep into his skin. He waited until he saw pricks of red blood slowly pool under the pressure, just as he had done last week. Gortash pulled the shorter man’s face close enough that their noses were nearly touching. His back ached by the way he had to bend down but it was tolerable just for the look the other man was staring at him with. “Do better, or I’ll give your gift to that disgusting sister of yours,” He growled lowly. A flash of disgust went through the Bhaalspawn’s eyes, as it usually did when Orin was mentioned. For a very brief moment, Gortash worried he perhaps pushed a little too far but brushed the worry away. The half drow would have to control himself and focus on his task no matter the threats Gortash threw at him. If he wanted his prize, he would have to endure. Luckily, that disgust quickly washed away as those eyes once again turned big and pleading. There was another beat of quiet before he finally spoke again. “Please,” The Bhaalspawn started, pausing to lick his lips again. “Please, Gortash, I want it. I can be good. I’m… I’m begging you. Please, give me my gift,” Thanatos gasped out, scooting closer with every word until one of the Banite’s legs was snug into between his. It could have been his imagination, but Gortash swore he felt a hot, wet patch rubbing against him. He laughed, relaxing his grip ever so slightly. “Good boy,” The Lordling purred, watching intently as the shorter man’s eyes fluttered with praise.

The Banite waited until the Bhaalspawn’s eyes fluttered shut, until his body relaxed and he was lost in his head. Gortash released his tight grip and roughly pulled away, shaking his leg loose from where it was under the half drow. At the last second, Thanatos’ hands went out to brace his fall and stop his face from smashing into the wood floor. A confused sound echoed into the office from the shorter man that the Lordling had to laugh at as he walked over to his desk. He reached across it for the case that was holding the other man’s gift, sitting on the corner. There were a few choice words directed towards Gortash from the other man, but the Lordling spoke over the shorter man. “Tell me about your week,” Gortash said as he turned back around to face the Bhaalspawn. “How was it without me?” He asked with a tilt of his head. Thanatos stared up at him with a pissed, confused expression, even looking around a few times before he spoke again. “You just had me drop to my knees and beg for a gift… And now you want to have a casual conversation about what I did this week??” The half drow asked with a grossly sarcastic tone. Gortash also didn’t like the way his expression became even more judgemental as if he thought the Banite was crazed.

A resounding ‘Pop!’ echoed through the office as the Lordling used his gauntleted hand to backhand the shorter man across the cheek. Thanatos’ head was snapped to the side by the force of it, and he fell onto his ass from the kneeling position. He kept his head to the side and Gortash could see him shaking, truly nearly vibrating. Gortash honestly expected the man to snap around and tackle him, dig his hands into the man’s chest until he was nothing but ribbons of flesh and organs. He probably wouldn’t even offer his remains to Bhaal, too embarrassed that the Banite was confident enough to smack him across the face so blazingly. Luckily, that wasn’t what happened.

“...I haven’t returned to the temple at all,” Thanatos said in a very quiet voice, still looking to the side. “I’ve been killing for my father, but I haven’t gone back since last week. I’ve been sleeping in alleys and parks, anywhere, to avoid any other Bhaalists. I…” He paused for a moment before very slowly turning his head to look at Gortash with his wide eyes. 

“I was waiting for… you,” He whispered, his cheeks turning a dusty blue. It was how his skin blushed, the taller man had learned a while ago. It was always a wonderful sight when the Banite would stick his dick down the man's throat. There was also still a shine of drool on his lips, and he was panting like he couldn’t get a good lungful of air, struggling to breathe in the presence of the Lordling. A perfect image of debauchery, just for Gortash. He reached down, cradling the shorter man’s cheek in his left hand caringly. “Did you miss me?” The Banite asked. Thanatos tried to move his head away, but the taller man tightened his grip and quirked an eyebrow at the shorter man. The Bhaalspawn knew better, and the look in his eyes said that. “I missed…” The half drow cut himself off to catch his breath, making himself breathe in a deep, long gulp of air. He made his eyes look into Gortash’s, and the Lordling made sure to match the gaze.

“I missed looking at you as I imagine my knife slowly digging into your chest, right where your heart is. It would be just enough that with every beat of life, blood might spill from the wound and down your body. I missed thinking about your sweet blood dripping to the floor as I dug my fingers into the hole I had created. Do you bleed gold, I wonder?” The beginnings of burning arousal started in the Banite’s thighs, especially as the Bhaalspawn leaned closer and set his hands on Gortash’s knees. “I missed your gross, musky cologne that I know would mix into your red or gold blood as its sweet, disgusting aroma might fill my nose and cloud my brain. I always wonder if I could taste it in the air, but I would want a closer taste as I lick your blood from the floor.” Thanatos muttered in a dazed voice, his eyes beginning to cloud with primal, uncontrollable violence. Gortash tightened his grip on the shorter man’s cheek, purposely digging his claws into the other man’s flesh to watch those eyes flutter with the pin-prick pain and that uncontrolled heat disappear for a moment. “I want you in this moment, Bhaalspawn, not your Urges,” The Lordling growled out, watching for any signs that the half drow was losing the battle to his deep, bloody desires. One day, Gortash did want to push them out, to force the shorter man into that space and bask in the twisted glory of those Dark Urges, but not today.

Thanatos’ working eye returned to the present, and he seemed to have control over his mind again as he looked up at the Banite. Gortash had to smile down at him, relaxing his aggressive hold on the man’s cheek to give it a gentle pat. “There you are~” He purred, watching as the other man failed to hide the shudder that went through him. He was losing control, it seemed. “Have I-” Thanatos tried to speak, but his voice cracked, making him cough to try and clear it. The Lordling watched as the tips of his ears turned blue. “Have I earned my gift?” The shorter man finally asked, shyly matching the gaze of the taller man with begging eyes. Again, Gortash patted his cheek, this time more playfully. “I believe you have,” He answered, pulling away from the half drow and shaking his knees to make Thanatos’ hands drop away from him. 

The Lordling lifted up that wooden box he had been cradling in his other hand. Thanatos’ eye was glued to it, probably taking in the details carved into it. It was beautiful, Gortash thought rather smugly. He wasted no expense on the gift or the container that held it. Finding an artist who would carve decapitated and amputated bodies as well as a ‘To the most perfect Bhaalspawn’ wasn’t easy, but threats can make anyone do anything you need them to do. The Banite caught the half drow’s hand twitch, obviously desperate to touch this gift of his. How adorable, the artificer thought. He presented the box to the Bhaalspawn, who looked up wearily. “Don’t open it until I say you can,” Gortash said sternly. Thanatos nodded before slowly reaching up for the box. Their fingers brushed against each other; the Lordling felt the jagged edges of the other’s bitten-off fingernails, a reminder to take the man somewhere to get those fixed.

An awed sigh came from Thanatos, and when Gortash looked down at him, he was pleased with the sight, letting a grin curl on his face. The half drow traced a dried blood-encrusted finger along each carving before bringing it up to his left eye, probably to see all the details. It was almost endearing. “It’s beautiful…” He muttered. Gortash let himself chuckle, which made the Bhaalspawn look up at him with a glare. “If you’re going to-” He started, but the Lordling cut him off with a wave of his hand. “Don’t ruin the moment, dear,” He said in a sharp tone. Thanatos opened his mouth like he was going to snark back, but after a moment, he closed it and returned his attention to the box. “Good boy,” The Banite purred, which made the other man blush again. A few more minutes passed where Gortash let the half elf inspect over the box, especially the writing, before he presented his hand out to get it back. Thanatos hesitated for a second, his grip tightening on the container, but when Gortash tsked at him, he relented. Again, their fingers brushed together; this time, a bit of blood transferred onto the Banite’s skin. He hoped it would stay.

The Lordling maneuvered himself to be as close to the kneeling Bhaalspawn as he could. His leg was once again nestled in between the other man’s, and if Thanatos happened to move in closer, Gortash wasn’t going to say anything. He presented the box to the Bhaalspawn, his heart thumping excitedly in his chest as he reached to open the box. Never had he seen the half drow so attentive, eyes glued to the box and hands nearly shaking where he laid them on the other man’s knees. Carefully, Gortash opened the box, watching Thanatos’ face for his reaction. There was confusion at first, as he expected, but then wide-eyed realization set in. His eyes slowly trailed up at the Bhaalspawn, who leaned in closer, his fingers digging into the man’s knee. “Is that…?” Thanatos’ voice was a whisper, almost like he was afraid to speak too loud. He actually probably was; Gortash loved to keep the other man on his toes and would reprimand him for anything he could find annoying like Thanatos talking. The Lordling’s personal favorite game was switching back and forth on one particular irk. One moment, it would be fine, then the next, it would be a cardinal sin. He loved the look the half elf would give him during those days; that burning hate was something akin to a drug. 

Gortash pulled in the box to have a look himself, as if he hadn’t worked on this particular piece all week, every free moment he had. Upon first glance, it was just a spherical black gem. There was one dark spot, but other than that, it seemed to be nothing but a beautifully hand-carved gemstone. However, if one took a closer look, one would see spindly carved details that were akin to veins leading to the center dark spot, which itself looked like an iris. “An eye for my favorite Bhaalspawn,” He purred lowly, taking in the details of his work. It was made from an Underdark crystal along with infernal iron to become this wonderful work of art. The artificer looked back down to the half drow, who somehow had gotten even closer. “You made this for me?” Thanatos asked, with those wide eyes staring up at Gortash, who had to laugh. “Do you know any other perfect Bhaalspawn’s missing an eye?” This time, the half drow didn’t snap at him for laughing; far too encaptured by the gem to care, it seemed. The younger man reached to take it out, but Gortash pulled it away with a condescending ‘Ah, Ah, Ah,” as he shook his head. A displeased sound came from the Bhaalspawn, who was now pouting and almost looking like he was going to try again as he raised his hand out. The Banite gave the hand a sharp smack with his free one, which made the other man’s jolt away. He snapped his teeth at the Lordling but quickly looked away in shame like he couldn’t control that reaction rather than it being intentional. Gortash chose to ignore it.          

“We’ll have to get rid of that damaged eye of yours,” He announced somewhat loudly, grinning down at the Bhaalspawn, who gave him a confused look. “And just who is going to do that?” Thanatos asked, some of his normal snark under his tone. Gortash put the eye back into the box and placed it on his desk again. “I will, of course,” He answered as he turned back towards the other man. A huff of laughter came from the half drow as he adjusted himself to sit a little more lazily. “You? I didn’t realize you were a medic, Banite,” The younger man snided, very nearly rolling his eyes, but was stopped when Gortash once again reached out to tightly grip his hair. A hiss fell from the Bhaalspawn’s lips. “Play nice, Thanatos. I am losing my patience,” He said with finality. The lordling expected a fight, some sort of pushback, but it seemed he had gotten the message as he adjusted his body to be on his knees again and gave a nod. Gortash relaxed his grip, switching to pet the Bhaalspawn he spoke again. “I wish to give you this gift fully; is that so bad?” There was a moment of silence as he waited for the other to respond. When the half elf realized this, he shook his head. The Lorlding smiled. “Now, to work, yes?” 

Gortash rather meanly pushed the half-elf away again and stood from where he was leaning on his desk. This time, when Thanatos fell, he recovered quickly, and his face remained neutral as he watched the other man. The Banite went to his desk drawer, carefully pulling out a small corked jar from in it before rounding the front of his desk again. He snapped his fingers and directed the other to once again be in front of him. There was a very short moment of hesitation from the Bhaalspawn before he crawled his way to where the Lordling gestured him to be. There was another spark of arousal that went through Gortash again, something he needed to remember for another time. Thanatos tried to get in close again, but the other man stopped him with his foot, making sure to place it directly onto his crotch. It earned him a high-pitched cut-off moan. How the Bhaalspawn didn’t even have the decency to look offended was a telltale sign that he was finally in the mood Gortash was aiming for. He rewarded the half drow with a gentle pat to his right cheek, which made him wince due to the pinked, agitated wound across his eye, just as the Lordling planned.

Finally, his game had begun.