“Yes,” Nakht said again, for this was apparently what he had been about to request, “but how—”
“All choices are yours,” Osiris reminded us, voice rasping but steady. “Manifest here what you will.”
Nakht met my eyes in the reflection, then in reality with a turn of his head. “I have all I could ever want.”
He moved off of Osiris, and I followed. Together we helped the gleaming god up the bed and laid him back, constantly casting glances up at our… selves. I was glad for Nakht’s request, and started to remember that I had seen something like this before when watching him with Thoth. The more time I spent as this true, present-day me, the more those interludes were returning in full to my mind.
Nakht had indeed given me quite the performances.
But I was glad for the reflecting glass because it meant, even in the position I had planned, I would still be able to see Nakht while he took me.
We unhooked our loincloths and tossed them aside as I settled in front of Osiris, and Nakht tucked in behind me. I lifted Osiris’s legs, tilting his hips back, but being able to see more clearly the swaths of gold painted upon me where our cocks had collided, I knew I had to have more of it.
I stroked through Osiris’s golden prerelease, eliciting a gasp from him. It was so silken and hot that it would be a waste to notuse it. Gathering as much of it as I could, I stroked myself with it too, coating myself in gold.
“Fuck! Nakht… you must take some too.”
Having waited for me to get into position, Nakht reached around me now with both arms as if planning an embrace, only it was first to stroke Osiris, coaxing another gasp from him and for more of that fluid to bubble from his tip. Then Nakht stroked me, and oh, I had missed his touch, even when time had ceased to have meaning. As my head lolled to the side, Nakht bent his head closer and stole another kiss.
I wanted to share more of Osiris’s godly drippings and pulled from Nakht long enough to lick my fingers, then offered them for him to lick them too. We reconnected as heatedly as before, sharing the golden fluid that now tasted like honey.
There were smears of it on our faces when we parted, like a lurid mimic of the golden paint on our eyes and between Nakht’s thighs over his matching scars.
Nakht leaned away finally to coat his own length. The god beneath us remained ever patient, a willing participant to succumb to all we wanted. He was our papyrus, and while he had offered us the paint, we were his brushes.
I felt the entrance of the god of the underworld with my slick fingers, but while I slid them inside to check and prepare him, I leaned against Nakht, with both of us on our knees. I couldn’t see Osiris in the reflection, only the two of us.
Osiris moaned as I twisted my fingers in deeper. He was more than ready without added preparing, no stranger to this act or at least easily malleable. Most of the gods were, I recalled, from what I had watched of Nakht. Oh, to be part of this with him now, while bedding the very god I had always adored for his story of love having conquered death.
I removed my fingers to spear inside Osiris, the shift in position presenting myself to Nakht, who gripped my hips and checked my readiness too.
The all-encompassing heat from Osiris, his tight insides, and the coating of his gold upon me made my first full thrust inside him almost too searing to stand. Yet it cooled and calmed right when it might have become too much.
I thrust again, and Nakht’s fingers followed me, widening my entrance like he had so many times before. I needed no preparing either, for I was ready, ever ready for my dawn, having been with him what was… days, hours, moments ago in so many ways. I was ready and thrust harder into Osiris and back against Nakht’s fingers to prove it.
Nakht was there the next instant, and when he filled me, it was like a part of me that was always incomplete without him was suddenly whole.
“Nakht!”
His slam drove me all the deeper into Osiris. My eyes fluttered, barely able to keep focus on our reflections with how searing Nakht felt too, increasing the heat all through me.
Nakht thrust again, and again I rocked harder into Osiris, trapped now in the pace Nakht set with our trifold connection. I wanted to somehow keep my eyes on Nakht’s blissful expression while also acknowledging Osiris, for though a temporary third to our entwined duo he may be, no one who shared our love should be neglected.
With Nakht’s next thrust, I looked down at the green god and slid my hands up the backs of his thighs to tilt him back further. The change also tilted me, allowing Nakht to enter me deeper.
He thrust again, and Osiris was so folded from my momentum into him that his lips parted in a breathless cry. I opened my mouth to ask if he was well, only for his white eyes to suddenly lock on mine. He grasped the back of my neck like he might dragme into a kiss, but as tempted as I was, he let me decide the trajectory, and I latched onto the sinew of his throat.
The guttural grunt from Nakht behind me was encouraging.
With Nakht guiding our thrusts, I started to better move with them, into them, keeping in sync. Osiris’s metallic skin tasted as cool and honey sweet as his prerelease. His moans and grunts began to match those of Nakht, overwhelming mine only because my mouth was occupied kissing and nipping down his neck.
Of course Osiris felt no pain being contorted, for he had already known what it was like to be in pieces.
Again, I thought how much I wished I could see both him and Nakht in the same view, but I would accept being pinned between them, taking and being taken, with the heat from Osiris’s gold cresting and subsiding like rolling waves.
A louder, startled moan from Nakht sprang me upright, and with the arch of my back, the angle of Nakht within me felt even deeper.
And Osiris was in the mirror behind Nakht!
