Makkari eyed the clock in the room nervously. Ikaris was supposed to return by now to deal with their “intolerable behaviour.”
It was absurd. Why wasn’t she allowed to be with Druig? They both loved each other, cared for one another so deeply. That’s more than she can say with Sersei and his relationship. He was forcing the former leader to be his wife again. But they all knew that she despised him.
They all despised Ikaris now. Once he was their friend, their brother—fuck someone they admired so deeply. Even Druig did at one point.
But… he betrayed them and subdued them all. The eternals being powerless as they watched the Earth crumble, tears pouring down their faces as they screamed their hearts out.
Ikaris, however, made a deal this time.
He got a higher position, even more enhanced abilities and he was granted a favor which he immediately cashed in.
All of the eternals would be under his exclusive care. The God could not interfere with his activities with the group any longer and they got to keep their memory intact.
Honestly, they were not even sure if it was mercy. Having to live with the fact that Ikaris was a monster, so deluded in his concocted view of family that he thinks that they would be grateful for his leadership.
Fuck that. Fuck him.
Makkari stood up from the hard wooden floors of Ikaris’s bedroom. The tyrant has summoned them here after he had caught the two of them on a tryst in the closet.
She sighed at Druig who was still kneeling on the ground. Makkari felt pity for her lover. Ikaris had been extremely cruel with him since the beginning. Hearing his anguished cries down the corridor, unable to meet the lad’s eyes during dinner all while Ikaris chatted and pretended like everything was okay.
They weren’t okay. They weren’t free.
“Fuck this, Druig. Let’s leave before he shows up. We can go help Phastos.” Makkari signed.
Druig nodded quickly, lunging to his feet and grabbing the woman’s hand. They move towards the door only for it to open slowly.
There he was. The devil himself staring at them down, eyes judging and unrighteously disappointed as he spotted the two of them touching each other again.
“Where exactly do you think the two of you are heading off to?” He asked, eyes narrowing at a shivering Druig.
“Tired. We want to sleep,” Makkari answered. She squeezed Druig’s shaky hand harder, hoping to comfort him some. He squeezed back and she smiled slightly.
Ikaris was not impressed. “None of you are going anywhere until you repent.”
He grabbed their interlocked hands and broke the link none too gently.
He pushed past the two and moved towards his plush white bed. He sat down on it and sighed, patting the sheets idly.
“No apologies?” He goaded. “This is not the first time I’ve caught the two of you misbehaving. So indecent.”
Druig tried the door, shaking his head at Makkari. There was no escaping that way.
She glared at him. “We did nothing wrong. We’re adults, Ikaris. We do what we want to.”
Ikaris scoffed, shaking his head as he pointed at them condescendingly.
“You two are nothing but children. The youngest of the bunch. The babies. It’s my duty to look after you as the head of our family.”
“You’re not our family!” Druig shouts. They both turn to stare at him in shock. Makkari sighed happily. Thank cosmos that they had not broken him.
“You’re a tyrant. A murderer! You don’t care about us… You never did. All you want is power.”
“Fuck you Ikaris. We won’t play along with your games anymore. You’ll have to kill us and we promise you that we won’t go down without a fight.”
Ikaris’s face softened. He looked over at the two of them fondly and smiled as if they were yammering kittens.
It pissed the two of them off more than words can even begin to explain.
“I know you won’t. I think that we raised you better than that,” He said, standing up and walking towards the cornered young ones. He placed his large hand on Makkari’s neck as well as Druig’s nape. He squeezed possessively.
“That’s why this kind of behavior between the two of you is most inappropriate. I won’t give consent for the two of you to have relations. You’re too young.” He said. “Most importantly you're both mine.”
Makkari shoved him away and pulled Druig behind her. “Don’t touch us! We aren’t yours, you bastard!”
Ikaris looked at them dead in the eye. They were really not going down without a fight.
He used his telekinetic powers to freeze them in place. He pulled her skirt down as well as his trousers. The two of them bare to him.
Makkari blushed red and Druig closed his eyes, biting his tongue at his inability to prevent this gross misuse of power.
They began whimpering when he cupped her pussy, his other hand wrapped around Druig’s cock and gripping lightly.
“These naughty things of yours are causing you to act up,” He said, manifesting chastity devices for both of them in a golden colour, some blue mixed in to match his theme.
He locked Makkari’s belt in place and tucked Druig’s flaccid cock into the snug cage. He patted them both and fixed their outfits.
He smiled at them pridefully, satisfied with the humiliated looks they were showing.
He laughed lightly. “There, problem solved. Now I can have my sweet Makkari and Druig back.”
He released their magical binds and they immediately tried to take it off. No use.
“Binded by magic, dear ones. They are not coming off until you’re both off age.”
They looked at him with incredulous eyes. He smirked. “Another megaannum, my loves.”
They started to wail, hugging each other in a desperate attempt of comfort.
Ikaris inserted himself into the fold and held them.
“Don’t cry sweet things. I’m only doing what’s best for you. You’ll see, one day you will thank me for this.”
He kissed their foreheads and led them to the bed. He forcibly cuddled them and held the two babes close. “I love you.”
The worst part was that in some sick way,they both knew that he probably did.