Just as planned

Just as planned.


Roboute Guilliman had hardly been more furious with his brother. For the last two months Guilliman and a significant portion of his Ultramarine legion had been bogged down subjugating a violently non-compliant system, the seemingly endless defensive fortifications and strongpoints had to each be unravelled one by one at a cost that although not apocalyptic was driving the Primarch mad. The capital of this system, Nafpaktos, had finally come under direct siege and Guilliman himself had marshalled planet side to lead the final offensive personally.

The day before the push began, it was all over, the leadership of the city had been assassinated and whoever was now in charge offered surrender, stating only that they would arrive at Ultramarine forward command inside of their few remaining vehicles in an hour to negotiate. Guilliman was no fool and was aware of the possibility of a trap but had no desire to look a gift horse in the mouth and sacrifice more battle brothers unnecessarily.

His men were giddy, they had achieved another glorious victory for the Imperium, great glory had been obtained and the conquest would be marked within the lore of the legion along with those great battles of the past. The military truck containing the delegation had arrived and his marines were cheering, the vehicle parked itself a few meters from his personal guard. The driver exited and walked to a side door, opening it and ushering out the new lord of Nafpaktos.
Guilliman was greeted by soft face of his brother, Alpharius. The mood only became worse from there.

Guilliman gave one final reading of the terms that his brother had thrust into his chest before he left back for the city, leaving a crowd of silently furious marines behind. He sighed and stood up from his large and ordered work desk, brushing the dirt off his long blue robe before turning his head towards his newly scratched and dented but carefully cleaned power armour. Stood next to his Gladius Incandor he again met the gaze of his diminutive brother.

“It is like you to be sneaking in here brother, however I am done fighting with you today and if you don’t wish to be blasted out the airlock you will leave now.” The reply was soft and sensual “No, I believe we still have business to deal with dear brother.”

The Primarch remembered vividly the most recent encounter between Lara and the Primarch of the Alpha legion that occurred during one of the breaks in the proceedings of the council of Nikaea. That serpent, wearing the armour of a standard marine had surprised all of his brothers and sisters by not following the lead of Hera and staying neutral, instead standing at the podium and in his uncannily feminine voice announcing that Magna had his total support before leaving out a side door.
Lara was shooting bolter rounds from her eyes towards her brother and not sparing a glance to the representatives of her Wolves charged after Alpharius into a side room. Guilliman excused himself to his companions and Vulcan who he had been conversing with and followed his sister.

Guilliman stood his bulky frame just out from behind a corner as Lana grabbed her brother by the shoulders and slammed him into the wall, leaving a small indent where the power armour was widest in the stone. “-and you stood for that witch? Why?!”
“Tell me pup!” her face twisting into a snarl, Alpharius remained stoic despite this outpouring of anger. “How much time did it take for you to gather up the testosterone for this stunt?” Guilliman smirked at the words, seeing such a worthless reprobate receiving a proper lashing. “I’m surprised that you spoke at all, it’s difficult to believe that you are a man at all when next to you Loraine seems like Sanguinius.”

“After all, how is it that unlike each of your ‘brothers’ there are ladies within your ranks?” If this insult harmed him in any way Alpharius did not show it, only staring up from Lana’s breasts up at his taller sister’s face. Lana expression stormed at his lack of response, constraining herself from shouting “Now? Now you don’t speak!” She quickly shifted one of her hands to his crotch plate. “I didn’t have faith in Hera when she told me that you were a woman, now I do.” Lana’s strong hands hooked under the bottom of the plate and began to tear it upwards.

Guilliman had heard that rumour from Hualan some time ago, who had fervently and personally attested to it. Guilliman was uninterested, it was certainly just some Alpha legion lackey who stood in her masters’ place.
The plate screeched as it slowly buckled and peeled upwards revealing Alpharius’ beautiful shaved skin and a small erection. Lana laughed, “She wasn’t joking, you couldn’t pleasure a squat!” His mouth opened slightly and his face lightly blushed.
Alpharius turned his head away from Lana towards the direction of Guilliman, almost locking eyes with his brother, speaking indecently and almost too softly for either Primarch to hear, “Ah, that’s no way for a sister to behave.” Guilliman had seen enough.

Alpharius shrugged off his robe, revealing a neatly shaved vagina. The woman physically was like all of the legion, thin hips and in her case small breasts, perfectly androgynous in all but the most obvious regards.
“Ah, I’m not surprised that the dishonourable coward wouldn’t even come to mock me in person.” Guilliman frowned furrowing his brow, “How pitiful that such a creation of our father could be so anathema to everything he stands for.” This elicited a small blush from the marine.

“I was unaware that not content with an army of weak cowards, my brother would push them to degeneracy also.” The blush only deepened into a scarlet. “You should not speak of your sibling like that.” The reply was sultry and teasing but Guilliman angrily lunged forward and grabbed a hand around the soft skin of her neck. “You will not speak to me with such a tone or there will be dire consequences” He squeezed tighter.

The female astartes moved a foot towards the Primarch and slipped it under his robe, stoking it along his thigh and barely able to speak croaked “You wouldn’t dare.”
These ministrations were beginning to have their desired effect, Guilliman’s breath deepened and his voice dropped low and into her ear whispered, “I suppose I will have to send you back to him with a message.” The legionnaire grasped at the fingers around her neck making no genuine attempt to pry them off as she was forced backwards onto the bench.
Guilliman dropped his own robe. The woman gulped desperately and grasped her legs around the man’s stomach and raised her waist to meet his, hungry eyes meeting his own piercing gaze with his hands only tightening around her throat.

Guilliman lay on his bedding lightly panting, the woman was next to him dishevelled and moaning. He turned to look at the now lightly crumpled and damp treaty that was still on the desk contemplating on what exactly he could pass on to his brother. “Tell that rat to-” suddenly the moaning ceased, quickly Guilliman turned back and beheld nothing but an empty bed. “That thrice damned legion.”


Alpharia threw her sweaty and shaking hand over her mouth, gasping and shuddering almost unable to stop herself from crying out. She had quickly squeezed herself into a bedside chest filled with clothing as soon as her brother had turned his head and was crushing herself between the sides of the container as well as the used garments that would be in a few hours retrieved by one of her many agents within the 16th legion. The matriarch of the Alpha legion slowly moved her remaining hand across her belly, rubbing a few circles where she was now beginning to feel a couple of bruises, before reaching further down and grabbing one of her brothers’ undergarments. Alpharia raised the boxers slowly up to her face, and closing her eyes inhaled deeply Guilliman’s intoxicating scent.
Her mouth pulled into a soft smile, just as planned.