My promised bribe, people of the interwebs. Maybe not a bribe since we seem to be winning. It's literally the gayest thing I've ever posted. Most incestuous, too, although I didn't outright say it. My Gwaine is a bit of a dick and Ferrus turned out to be very... hm... in love? Which is gonna make the next chapter with Fulgrim kinda sad I guess but either way, this is still less McNeill than that first omake-that-wasn't I wrote for this quest
(Which was still in turn less glorious than AE although I could never measure up to the glorious author himself.)
Idkwut System, Randominius Sector, One of the Segmentums, Milky Way
"Among all the stupid ideas we've had in the last half hour, that is definitely the worst."
Ferrus laughed. "Not my suggestion of making everyone wear feather skirts and snake leather capes to respect the local culture? I thought that would be funny."
"Not for much longer, you're not," Gwaine murmured, hiding a smile as his gaze slid over Ferrus' shoulder. "Well, not if you have any sense of self-preservation at all, anyway."
"What—?"
Whatever Ferrus intended to ask was interrupted as First Captain Mordred knocked against the wall before bowing the III Primarch into the chamber. Ferrus turned to welcome him when his breath was stolen from his lungs.
Fulgrim gracefully stepped in and paused, as though posing for all to behold. Many did although he noted Gwaine spent the entire time struggling to keep the smile off his face. But one couldn't deny the sheer majesty of their brother's sculpted form, emphasized by the low-riding kilt of luxurious purple and orange feathers. Draped over his shoulders was a cloak made of snakeskin leather in a golden hue. It was clasped over one rolling deltoid to preserve some semblance of modesty however one could follow the hem over the curves of his pectorals and defined lines of his abdominals.
But that could not catch his attention when his brother graced them with his smile, tinged as it was with a hint of mischief.
"What do you think, Ferrus?" Fulgrim asked as he stalked forward, voice matching his predatory movements.
"You look beautiful," he replied, helplessly honest.
Gwaine covered his mouth with a hand, looking away, his shock of shining silver hair sliding forward to cover his fiery gaze as he shook almost imperceptibly.
Probably with laughter, the damn bastard, Ferrus realised fondly.
"Do you think something funny, brother?" Fulgrim asked, peering over at his would-be twin. "Do you not enjoy the local fashions?"
Gwaine laughed lightly, grinning over at him. "No, no, Fulgrim, you look lovely in the skirt. Just don't absorb the cloak, dear brother. It would suit you ill but I suppose we all just must be grateful that it isn't purple."
"What's wrong with purple?" Fulgrim asked, frowning as he gazed down at the fluttering plumes sweeping alluring over his well-shaped calves.
"Nothing on its own," Gwaine teased, grin sly and secret even as his stare burned over the alabaster of Fulgrim's bare skin. His smile widened as his gaze slid over to his and Ferrus withheld a flush with some effort. "Still, I'm sure Ferrus likes you just the way you are. No need to imitate those dancers at the theatre, Fulgrim, it would just intrude upon Ferrus' view of perfection."