*WARNING: This chapter contains descriptive M/M sexual content and themes of BDSM. Viewer discretion is advised.*
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Darkness.
Our ancient enemy.
Foretold by many, they came as the Warmind warned us they would.
They were confronted by fire, and when that failed, met with intrigue among the bones of Io's last monument to the Light.
It promised us power
And for it…
a price was paid…
…
The skies above were as clear as could be. Not a single cloud in sight, allowing the sun to cast its full glory upon the land below and bring warmth as well as light. Soaring across the blue cascade, an avian cloaked in brilliant golden flames that burned as hot as any star.
A phoenix. Eternal life and power made flesh. Centuries of wisdom recorded in its mind. A manifestation of light itself. The mighty bird flapped its wings, blowing fire into the air around it. It let out a powerful cry from deep within its throat. The sharp roar echoing throughout the cerulean void.
This was where it belonged. In the sky. Flying high into the heavens. Independent. Majestic. Free.
But even birds as fearsome as this can fall.
Far below its feet, a swelling black puddle bubbled and brewed. Its dark contents giving off the sentence of death and decay, and flying over it were sickly looking moths that looked as though they would drop dead any second.
Suddenly, multiple black tendrils erupted from the pit below, setting their sights on the phoenix above. The bird of flame flapped its wings at the black in an attempt to defend itself from the black appendages. The fire seemed to have little to no effect on them as they slithered and wrapped around the phoenix, immobilizing it.
The tentacles proceeded to pull the phoenix down into the sludge below. The bird struggled against its captor's hold. It screamed out into the open sky, calling out to any who would hear it to help it. But none were near enough to catch wind. The phoenix was alone. Helpless against this dark threat.
This was the end.
This was his end.
"…ris!"
But just then, a voice called to him.
The phoenix opened his eyes. Before him was a glorious golden orb of light. It was so bright. So beautiful. It would be his hope.
"Osi…!"
But through its muffled calls to him, another voice could be heard from within the black. The ominous cackling of a witch. Four black tentacles shot past the phoenix to the ball of light. Each one skewering it like meat on a stick, corroding its light with ungodly corruption, twisting and distorting its very being mercilessly.
The phoenix reached out. His hand, unable to reach her.
"OSIRIS-"
And her light faded away as the darkness consumed her.
…
"SAGIRA!!!"
Osiris woke from his nightmare with a shout. The violent jump of his body rocked the chair he sat on, causing him to fall backwards onto the floor. Papers all around him scattering into the air, slowly falling onto the ground in a messy heap.
"Ow..!" He grumbled, rubbing his aching head.
Osiris sighed heavily in frustration and then moved his hands to rub his eyes tieredly. Another nightmare of Sagira. Of her. They were constant, and he was getting tired of them.
Opening his eyes, Osiris looked up at the desk above him and noticed something rocking back and forth along the edge of the desk. A container of some sort. Though he knew exactly what was in it.
Sweet and sour pork.
"No. No. Don't tip over. Don't tip over." He begged in a blank tone. "Come on, this night cannot get any worse."
Unfortunately, the container tipped and spilled its contents all over his face. Sticky red sauce drenched Osiris' entire face.
"GAH! Come on!"
Regret of ordering out was now settling in. At least it wasn't spicy…
Moments later, Osiris had finished washing his face clean of the sauce in his office's bathroom, drying himself off with a towel. Lowering the towel from his face, he looked at himself in the mirror.
Osiris was a tired man. Egyptian descent, brown eyes with dark circles under them, with a short grey beard, and a shaved head. He seemed rather aged, appearing to be in his mid sixties, though as a Guardian, it was safe to assume that he was MUCH older than he looked. And despite his age, Osiris' body was in rather good shape. Times muscles from top to bottom, barely any body fat whatsoever. His outfit currently consisted of a lightly tattered brown henley shirt and black trousers with dark brown oxford shoes attached to his feet.
It was painfully obvious that he was overwhelmed by fatigue. Osiris rubbed his exhausted eyes and didn't even try to hold back his yawn. He had spent the last three days working through the night without an ounce of rest. Only going home to change his clothes and bathe. Work had consumed him like a whale scarfing down krill. The man was on the verge of collapsing.
But he couldn't afford to stop. Not when the fate of the world was at stake and the enemy at their doorsteps.
After waking from his catatonic state caused by Savathûn, Osiris had learned invaluable information that could change the course of history itself. Information in the form of visions that revealed a secret hidden in the icy wastelands of Neptune.
He tried to inform the rest of the Vanguard about his visions, but none took his word for it, believing that it was a mere trick ployed by the Witch Queen in another attempt to toy with them.
Osiris did everything to try and prove his visions' merit. Scouting missions around Neptune orbit, the data collected from the Spire of the Watcher facility on Mars, any scrap of intel recovered from Braytech HQ on Europa and interrogating the ever loving circuitry out of Clovis. Yet none of that was able to break through to his companions.
Not even the Warmind was any help.
Why was this happening to him? All your friends refusing to head your words over something beyond your control happening to you? It were as though the entire universe was conspiring against him.
Damnit. Enough was enough. He needed air.
Osiris walked over to the doors to his office's balcony and walked through them. Strolling over to the edge, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small paper box. A cigarette carton. Osiris opened it and saw there was still one left. He took it into his hand and snapped his fingers next to it. Nothing happened. That was when Osiris remembered.
He was Lightless now. He huffed loudly.
"Fuck…"
Osiris reached into his pocket and pulled out a matchbook. He struck one and used it to light the cigarette. A few puffs of it should help calm his nerves. Osiris stared out into the vast city below.
The last safe city on Earth. It had been almost six years since the Red War, when the Cabal of the Red Legion had laid waste to the only safe haven left in Sol for humanity, and now it looked as though the assault had never happened. Streets were bustling with life. The night air alive with the sound of music playing. The peace one could only dream of.
Osiris then looked up into the sky above. Floating just above Earth's atmosphere, an absolutely colossal object. Perhaps the size of our moon. Its entire form was spherical, vast white, and gently glowing with a white aura around it. It was truly a sight to behold. He stared at this object with a hint of desperation behind his eyes.
"Tell me I'm not crazy." He said to the orb, almost begging.
Osiris took another puff of his cigarette, blowing smoke from his mouth into the air. "Please. I… I do not know what else to do. I've tried everything, yet no one acknowledges my visions. I doubt even he fully believes me."
The old Guardian hung his head low in shame. "I know that I am flawed. I've made so many mistakes over my life. That blasted cult. The Root Mind. The Sundial falling into the Red Legion's hands…"
A tear was forming in his right eye. Osiris whipped it away.
"Sagira…" He painfully said. "Please. Give me one sign. That is all I ask of you."
Though all he received in return was silence. Osiris slumped over the railing in depression.
Light, he was so tired. Then again, three all-nighters in a row would do that to you. If he still had his Light, he could go all night and day. Though Sagira would be nagging him the whole time.
It was then that an electronic need was heard from within his head. It was coming from the digital HUD display in his contact lenses. There was a tiny screen built inside the lense that allowed Osiris to access his HUD without the need of his helmet or Ghost. Though this HUD was mostly for more leisure, like a smartphone. Its primary functions ranged from communication through video call or messaging to even playing time games like the Guardian favorite, 'Go! Ghost Go!' Just don't let your superiors catch you playing it in a meeting or on a raid.
Though right now Osiris was merely getting a text message. He opened up his message window to see who it was from.
SA: "How is my phoenix tonight?"
From the initials, the message seemed to be from Saint-14, his husband. Osiris was surprised that Saint was even awake at this hour. Usually that oversized bucket of bolts would be out like a light by now. Osiris decided to message back. His eyes darted around to select the keys he wished to type.
OS: "You're still awake?"
Saint quickly replied.
SA: "I felt restless. Decided to lift weights."
OS: "Do Exos even need to lift weights? Your muscles are literally made of the iron you're pumping."
SA: "You know I do it because it pleases me."
OS: "Hey. Not just you. ;)"
SA: "Ha ha ha. How comes your search?"
Osiris halted his typing. A wave of failure washing over him again. A sigh escaped his lips.
OS: "Still no luck. Same as before."
SA: "Osiris, I am so sorry… Please, come home and rest. You cannot find anything if you are exhausted."
The Warlock let stubbornness take hold. He began typing to say that he was fine, but stopped just before he hit the send key. Saint wasn't wrong. Osiris felt like he could just fall right down and possibly not get back up himself… That wouldn't make him look good. But he couldn't just stop. He needed to keep going, regardless. His endeavors needed to bear fruit.
Damnit. He didn't have the time or the patience to rest. He needed to… To…
Patience…
All of a sudden, Osiris was reminded of something Rasputin said to him not a few weeks ago.
…
"You've been keeping secrets. I thought I was clear the last time we spoke: the time to choose a side has long since passed"
"I DESTROYED THE ALMIGHTY AND ATTACKED THE BLACK FLEET. MY ALLEGIANCE IS UNWAVERING."
"Then prove it. There was a city on Neptune, near the time of the Collapse; find it for me."
"QUERYING... I RETAIN NO SUCH INFORMATION, BUT LINGERING REFERENCES SUGGEST I DID AT ONE TIME."
"That can't be all there is. Humanity's hope dangles from their frayed recollection. Tell me where to look! Anything!"
"FELWINTER'S DATA CASTS YOU IN AN OLD LIGHT, OSIRIS. ALL THESE YEARS, AND YOU'RE STILL THE BRASH MAN ON THE MOUNTAINTOP, IMPATIENT AS EVER."
"And I see, in lieu of any useful information, you've found that haughty tone of yours."
"WE HAVE A SHARED HISTORY. I ONLY ATTEMPT TO OFFER GUIDANCE, AS YOUR MENTOR DID."
"Felwinter's memory doesn't absolve you of his murder! Nor does it permit you to teach his lessons!"
"I DO NOT MAKE THAT CLAIM. FORGIVE ME. I AM FINDING MYSELF AGAIN. DURING THE DARK AGE, FELWINTER WOULD SAY, "HOPE PERSISTS…"."
"…Should we have the patience to keep it…"
…
The whole point of that conversation was to tell Osiris to have patience and not to let himself drown in his work and obsession. And it only took some psychotic Russian Skynet telling him that in order for him to realize it.
Maybe... Maybe he DID just need a break. Osiris erased his original messages and typed in a new one.
OS: "I suppose you're right. Taking a breath may do me good."
SA: "Excellent! Do you want me to prepare you some food?"
OS: "No need. I picked up Chinese not too long ago. I may have overindulged though…"
SA: "Osiris… You know you need to be more mindful of your diet now that you are Lightless. ):("
Saint wasn't wrong, without Sagira to help maintain his health, Osiris had to watch what he put his body through now. It didn't help that he was… older either.
OS: "I'm sorry, "Mother". In my defense, I needed something more tasteful than those abhorant green shakes you make me!"
SA: "Well excuuuuuuse me if I want you to live past five hundred! Don't worry about it, my bird. You are allowed to treat yourself once in a while. I will see you when you get home."
OS: "Likewise. See you soon. Love you."
SA: "I love you too."
…
SA: "And put out that damn cigarette, will you?!"
A startling jolt caused his body to tense up. How the hell could Saint have possibly known about..? Unless… Osiris groaned.
"GEPPETTO!"
"Sorry…"
…
The harmonic hums of the Sparrow's engines breaking the silence of the night, Osiris zoomed down the upper highway. His vision darkened by the visor of his helmet. The old Warlock quickly glanced down at the streets below. He was right above the market district.
The area was filled with people of all kinds. From humanoids like humans, Exos, and Awoken. All the way to aliens like the Cabal or Eliksni. Several Guardians were on patrol down there, it would seem. That makes sense, considering what had happened last year with the Vex attack.
The attack he had… No. No! Not him. Her. It was HER doing, not his!
"Tomato tomahto. Is there really a difference?"
Osiris winced. His grip on the handles tightening. He tried directing his focus back to the road. Crashing now of all times would not be ideal.
"Crash and burn, just like all your little ideas."
Focus. Focus on the road ahead, damnit.
"The only road you've ever known was the lone one. My my, you humans have the strangest metaphors, you know that?"
Osiris ground his teeth under his helmet. Face muscles scrunched in anger. He just needed to get home. Home to Saint.
"Yes. Saint. That man is remarkably cuddly, I'm not going to lie."
"Get out of my mind..!" Osiris grumbled.
"I'm not even IN your mind. This time, anyway… You're just arguing with the voices in your head like some old schizophrenic. Huh. The great Osiris, losing his marbles. Imagine that."
"Do me a favor, Savathûn. Shut up."
"It's hilarious how you have no sense of humor."
…
Finally, Osiris pulled over into his assigned parking space before hopping off his Sparrow and powering it down. He was within the parking garage of his apartment building. The old man looked down at his vehicle. A Sparrow was a hovercycle, this one in particular was his own design. It was golden, Egyptian in style, resembling a bird. He called it "Falcon's Chase". Light, it was gaudy. But he didn't care. It gave him some comfort, actually. To know that it was taken care of in his absence.
Osiris put on a soft smile as he left the garage.
Upon traveling up the elevator, he proceeded down the hall until he found his apartment number. A hand reached down into his trench coat pocket and pulled out a key. It was inserted into the lock and the door opened. "Saint? I'm home!" Osiris stated as he walked in.
The apartment was rather large, all things considered. There was a decently sized living room with a large couch encircling the coffee table in the center of the room. A kitchen that looked as though it was that of a top tier restaurant. A dining table at least eight feet long. A sturdy was tucked away in the corner of the dwelling, as well as a room in the back filled to the brim with gym equipment. Finally, several pieces of art decorated the walls around them that looked as if they cost a small fortune.
No way anyone could afford a home like this unless they were wealthy or of high importance. Osiris removed his coat and hung it onto the hooks mounted on the wall beside him.
"Saint?" He called out again.
"I am upstairs!" A voice replied. It was deep, carrying a heavy Russian accent. "Would you mind coming up here for one minute? It is important."
Osiris cocked an eyebrow curiously. He wondered what Saint needed, so he decided to follow suit and proceeded to the second level of the apartment. The elder man opened the door where Saint's voice originated from.
"Hello Saint. What is it that… you… Sweet Light…"
The room inside was dimly lit by numerous candles around it. Soft jazz playing subtly in the background, and standing in the center of the room, was him.
"Welcome home, my fiery phoenix~"
Saint-14. An Exo, massive in size. His surface plating was mov, bright purple optics for eyes, and the inside of his mouth glowing with the same color. Across his right eye was a deep crack, resembling a scar, and a thick silver plate was bolted to the center of his forehead.
The robot's entire body was a sight to truly behold. Metallic, yet his synthetic muscles and the width of his frame gave Saint that of a strongman's physique. The Exo's arms were as wide as Osiris' legs. Bulging silicone biceps and broad shoulders accompanied by a torso that looked as though he was forged by Hephaestus himself. Two solid pecs with ridged metal abs that were just begging to be worshiped.
Below was the true prize however. Saint's rear was perfectly sculpted. Two round silicone gel cheeks, solid and gleaming from the light bouncing off them. As for his front, well… Let's just say that Saint has more than one "mighty weapon" in his arsenal.
If such a glorious display of masculinity wasn't already enough to cause Osiris to pitch a tent, Saint was dressed head to toe in leather accessories one would see on a dom. A biker's cap, black collar, chest harness, gloves, chaps, boots. Osiris was blushing so hard that his face was now as red as the Red Legion's banners.
"Saint, wha- what the- what are you wearing..?" Osiris stuttered in absolute shock.
Saint reached down to the corner of the bed. He picked up a skinny object. A riding crop. The Exo smiled seductively.
"Oh. This..?"
Two fingers glided down his metal stomach, soon reaching the leather jockstrap which was barely able to contain his GLORIOUS package. Saint groped his large bulge and let out a loud, yet soft moan of delight.
"It's just my new armor. I thought I would show it to you. What do you think?"
The old Warlock gulped and tugged on his shirt's collar. His heart was beating faster than he ever thought possible to the point he was afraid of suffering a heart attack.
"Well… It uh… It… looks good on you. Whatisgoingonrightnow?" Osiris' voice cracked at the end.
The massive machine of a man approached oh so slowly. His hips swaying from side to side with every step. Saint poked at Osiris' chest with the crop, chuckling.
"You and I have not had any… 'personal time' together since your awakening from Savathûn's little spell. Add on all the time you have spent helping Ana with Rasputin and, well…"
A strong hand squeezed both sides of Osiris' face, pulling him in close. The Warlock looking directly into those gorgeous purple optics. Though Osiris was extremely nervous, he was equally as tempted.
"I am done waiting."
Saint's hot breath blowing into his face. Upon breathing it in, Osiris could instantly feel himself getting intoxicated. It was like a drug he was instantly addicted to.
Light… Of all the nights for Saint to hold Bondage Night, it was when Osiris was at his least thirsty. But seeing Saint in those clothes. His dominating bravado. That deep rumble of his usually friendly and boastful voice now a husky, low-toned purr like a tiger. Osiris was now wanting nothing more than to get now on his knees and let this giant have his way with him.
"Wow. He never dressed like this when I was in the driver's seat. I'm almost jealous."
And there goes his erection… But her blasted voice at least snapped Osiris out of his lust fueled daze.
"S-Saint. I'm flattered, really. All this is lovely and that is a STUNNING outfit, but uh… I'm a little t-tired right now. You know, after the day I've had. I, um… I think I just want to lay in bed and maybe… cuddle..?"
Osiris was trying desperately to try and work his way out of this situation as he was now more nervous than tempted. Saint's grin switched to a displeased frown. The grip on his crop tightened.
"Proshu proshcheniya? And just who said YOU were the one to give the orders here?!"
With a quick flick of his wrist, Saint struck Osiris with the crop directly on his right butt cheek, causing Osiris to yelp in both pain and pleasure.
"Oh? You like that?" Saint laughed. He moved in closer to his lover. The Exo's metal mouth runs along the human's neck. Hot breath crashing onto his skin, sending waves of pleasure through Osiris' body. "There is MUCH more where that came from, my darling~"
Just like that, Osiris' desires were coming back with a vengeance. His eyelids fluttered and legs almost going limp. Osiris wasn't sure if he could contain himself any longer.
"Come now, my bird. You know you want this." Saint cooed.
"Saint, really. I-I'm tired. I'm not lying!" Osiris argued euphorically.
"You want this~"
"No. No, I don't!"
"Yeeeees you dooooo."
"…Okay, I do!"
And just like that, he broke. Osiris jumped into Saint's arms, letting the Titan grab hold of the Warlock's legs for support. Osiris smashes his lips over Saint's mouthpiece and the two ended up locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Both their tongues wrestling within the other's mouth for dominance; Saint obviously winning. It was also a nice bonus that Osiris' lips tasted like sweet and sour sauce. The Exo shifted his hands to grab his lover's butt and gave it a hard squeeze. Osiris moaned mid-kiss. Breaking their moment of heated passion, both men panted heavily. Their eyes burning with the white-hot fires of carnal desire.
"You would think the two of us would have lower sex drives at our ages." Osiris joked.
"Luckily for us, Lightbearers are the exception." Saint chuckled hungrily.
He dropped his fiery phoenix, hands at his hips. Osiris' hands wrapped around Saint's powerful shoulders for support. Their lower areas fringing against one another, needing for attention. But that would have to wait. For right now, they were going to get naughty… VERY naughty.
"I have a 'special outfit' picked out for you tonight." Saint whispered in the old man's ear in a husky voice. "Go put it on and get yourself fastened in the sling over the bed. I will fetch our little 'toys' from the back so we can have our fun~"
"Ooh… Yes Sir~"
Saint released Osiris from his hold and strolled over to the door. Osiris watched the Exo's rock hard rear along the way and couldn't help but lick his lips. Though through all the hormones racing through his body right now, so did the feeling of gratitude and affection.
"Saint."
The Titan stopped and looked back.
"I never got the chance to properly say thank you… for all you did for me while I was in that comatose state. You remained by my side, even though there was no guarantee of my awakening."
His lover's words reaching his audiotories simulators, Saint smiled warmly. "Osiris. I love you. Nothing will change that. Not Savathûn. Not The Black Fleet. I will always remain by your side."
Osiris' heart melted. Those were exactly the words he needed to hear. Saint always knew how to lift his spirits. Despite his large and intimidating form, Saint was actually a sweet and caring individual. A man who takes note of how destructive he can be and treats those around him with the utmost compassion. A traditional gentle giant.
But not tonight.
"Now stop stalling and put on that damned outfit, slut! Or things will get extra painful tonight!"
The warm smile on Osiris' face changed into a deviant smirk. "Oh? Is that supposed to scare me?" He replied, swerving his hips side to side in a seductive manner.
Saint laughed as he closed the door behind him.
Okay. Now the fun can begin. Osiris immediately got to work relieving himself of his clothes. First his shirt, then his pants, then his undergarments. Now completely exposed, Osiris looked at himself in the mirror attached to the wall. His well-toned body was riddled with scars, ranging from slash marks to bullet holes, all the way to burn marks. He had suffered many injuries over his time as a Guardian. Years of harsh battles forever memorialized into his skin. Saint couldn't care less about the scars. In fact, he loved them. They made Osiris look fearsome.
Moving over to the closet, the Warlock opened the doors and saw what Saint wanted him to wear. A black leather chest harness; four straps attached to the steel ring in the center. There was a lower attachment hooked onto it. A black jockstrap of the same material and a crest engraved into the center of it. A purple bird with the roman numeral fourteen and a tiny fleur-de-lis in the bottom right corner of the same shade. The Great Pigeon, Saint's trademark crest. The outfit also co sister of arm straps, a collar, leather boots, and a small rubber object that Osiris automatically knew where it would be going on him… or rather in him.
For somebody so courageous and honorable, Saint can be astonishingly kinky behind closed doors. Not that it was a problem with him. Everybody and their mother knew that a healthy sex life is critical to a successful marriage. Osiris and Saint were a prime example, considering that they had been together for hundreds of years.
"Saint, you fiend, you~"
"That's something we can agree on. *whistle*"
An annoyed groan escaped from Osiris' throat. His mood was ruined yet again by that voice. "You insufferable witch. You are NOT ruining this for me!" He grumbled.
"No need to get your panties in a bunch, Osiris. I plan to just sit back and enjoy the show." The voice said with a sensual chuckle. "Now you heard the man. Slut up, grandpa!"
Under normal circumstances, Osiris would keep bickering with the voice until sunrise like a crazy person. But for once, he had to agree with it. So on we go!
Within seconds, Osiris was now proudly sporting his lecherous outfit provided by his lover. Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but grin in both lustfulness and admiration. He really could pull it off. Osiris spun around to get a look at his backside, glancing down at his chiseled butt with thirsty eyes. No doubt that this would drive Saint absolutely mad. There was even what looked like a tattoo right above his ass. It read "The Pigeon's Bitch" in gold roman font and two lavender flowers underneath it. This was a result of a dare Saint made him do. Osiris never would have imagined he would ever consider getting a tramp stamp. Thank the Light nobody else knew about it.
'My my, look at me.' He thought to himself. 'Saint surely has some fine tastes in outfits. If he were a warlord, I don't think I would mind being his concubine one bit.'
Oh, he could picture that already. Saint sitting atop a bladed throne, clad in the armor of the Dark Ages, Osiris on his knees beside him, eyes glossed over in ecstasy, dressed in this exact outfit with a leash hooked into his collar, there for his warlord's needs whenever he was in the mood… Just the thought of it…
That was when he heard footsteps from outside the room. His pigeon had returned. Now the fun could begin. Osiris hastily ran over to the sling hanging over the bed. He hopped into it and got his legs fastened into the restraints. Hands grabbing hold of the grips and his head swung back. Osiris' legs were spread wide by the restraints for maximum display. A surge of excitement was racing throughout his entire body. He could wait to get started. A knocking sound was made against the door.
"Come iiiiiin. I've been waiting for you~" He cooed sensually.
The door finally open. However it was not who the Warlock thought it was.
"Osiris, it's me. There's something I need to- OHMYGODWHATTHEFUCK?!"
Osiris raised his head and his blood turned to ice. Standing in front of was not his pigeon, but a woman.
Jane Doe.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
"PFFFFT! AAAAHAHAHAHA! Oh, what were the odds! Even I didn't see this coming!"
Panic swept through him. Osiris thrashed around in the sling to the point that it tipped to the side and he fell over, his legs still bound to the restraints. Jane ran out of the room with her hands covering her eyes. The image of that old man's netherregions now permanently burned into her brain like a brand. She couldn't help but scream in horror.
"Light almighty! Osiris!"
Osiris finally emerged from his bedroom, now covered by a gold and dark brown bathrobe with Egyptian hieroglyphs lining the bottom of it. An embarrassed and rattled expression on his face.
"I-I-I apologize! I was-was taking a nap!" Osiris anxiously lied.
"Since when do you take naps in THAT outfit, and in THAT position?!"
…Touché.
"Oh, please tell me that you were waiting for Saint. Please." She begged.
"Of course I was! Who did you think I was waiting for? Caiatl?!"
Okay, she didn't need THAT image in her mind either. Jane quickly got a hold of herself and remembered why she came here.
"Look, I don't wanna know what you two were planning to do tonight. I need to talk to you about something."
"Really? Now? This can't wait?" Osiris questioned.
Jane activated her Omni-Tool. She loaded up several displays of notes and drawings that resembled scientific formulas. Osiris couldn't help but find himself drawn in by the images. Mostly because he was the one who drew the formulas in the first place. These were his notes.
"Jane… Are these my notes on the Paraverse Theory?" Osiris asked curiously.
The Paraverse Theory was something Osiris had worked on long ago. The idea of multiple parallel universes existing beside one another, but are impossible to access. Worlds almost identical to our own, but possess several differences. Some minor, some major. Osiris spent countless nights working on this theory before he was exiled. With everything that had gone on since then, his work on the theory had been long forgotten.
"Yeah, and have got news for you, old man. Your theory is real."
Osiris' eyes widened in shock. "Pardon?!" He exclaimed.
"And that's not all."
Doe typed in a command on her virtual keyboard. The notes vanished, replaced by the image of an avian looking creature with a scar on its right face. Osiris leaned in for a closer look. He was overcome with intrigue.
"This is a Turian. More accurately… This is Garrus."
The Warlock found himself flabbergasted. Garrus? THE Garrus? The mysterious man who Jane had spent the past five years searching for? This was him?!
"Osiris, I found him. I finally found him!" Jane stated. "And how I found him revolves around your notes."
Osiris couldn't believe what he was hearing. Jane was saying that his notes on the subject were true? The Paraverse was real?
"W-wait a moment. Jane, this is absurd. There is no way that the Paraverse Theory is real. It is merely nonsense that Xür rambles on about." He argued.
"How does that explain that weird sidearm, the Forerunner? Osiris please, if you just listen to me for two seconds then I can explain everything. Please. You owe me."
The desire to question her words was powerful, but Osiris found himself without words upon hearing her say that. It was true. He did owe Jane. Much more that people would know. He owed her for Mercury. He owed her for the High Celebrant… For Saint… and Sagira… Osiris sighed in defeat.
"You're right… Very well then. Proceed."
Jane nodded. "Okay. So not long ago, me and my team had just-"
"My phoenix! I have returned!"
The rumbling sound of Saint's voice echoed throughout the apartment. Osiris felt his body lock up with dread. Loud footsteps made their way up the stairs and Saint finally made his presence known as he stepped over the final stair. There was a black case in his right hand labeled "Saint's Arsenal" in rather feminine writing. The massive Exo tilted his muir cap upward slightly and let out a low, devilish laugh.
"Apologies for the wait, my bird. It is time for you to receive your- BAH! By the Traveler! Jane Doe?!"
Dropping the case and jumping up in total surprise, Saint fell backwards onto the floor. And if that wasn't embarrassing enough, Saint had made a crucial mistake when choosing his outfit. His jockstrap was the kind that had a removable pouch, held in place by clip buttons. Which means, when he fell over, the impact of the fall unfortunately caused the buttons to detach and the pouch fully opened, exposing his legendary endowment in its full glory to Osiris and Jane.
The female Titan felt her jaw drop and her eyes almost shot right out from her head.
"Holy- *gulp*."
"Did you just gulp?"
"No!"
"She definetly gulped."
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Hope you all enjoyed this little surprise. Bet you didn't expect that I knew how to write good smut. Believe me, I can make anything sexy. Especially when it comes to that big Vex killing, robo-gladiator. I mean, with that voice he has, who hasn't pictured Saint getting all dominant behind closed doors? Rarrr~
And how can this be Destiny without including the infamous, yet surprisingly lovable Savathûn? Dead or not, that Hive still has her role to play.
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