Imparted Fear

A/N: Yes, there is a masturbation warning in this. I would like anyone to point out any details I messed up on from the series (manga only). This is mostly a carry over chapter and I dunno, nothing more than ones sick fetish I guess, I’ll get in depth later... Also, if you’re going to give a low star rating you damn wbettbetter review this and tell me why. Cause if you don’t say anything I can’t fix it, that’s what reviews are for. (bitch bitch bitch)
Disclaimer: Still applies

Imparted Fear

“The goat stopped at the river.”
“Repeat.” The darkly shrouded figure paced behind the blond haired boy seated at the table.
There was a slight pause and a barely audible sigh. “The goat stopped at the river.”
“Good.”
Dehij, the royal tutor that had until recently instructed their young Pharaoh in speech and the finer points of the Egyptian language and etiquette, seemed pleased. He had been initially surprised when the priest Seth ordered him to instruct his new slave on how to speak. But he knew the young man t ver very stubborn and since their leader had yet to tell him not to, he saw no reason to decline.
“Now write it.”
He smiled slightly when he saw the blonde bite his lip as he reached for the chunk of charcoal set before him. He smiled even more when the shaky symbols written out on the white marble slab were recognizable. “Very good Jono.” He didn’t dare pat the boy on the head, he hadn’t done it to the young Pharaoh and he wasn’t about to do it to the high priests obviously favored pet.
And speaking of the somewhat obstinate male, he had just arrived with a long swish of his robe and kilt. “How have things gone?” He asked eyeing Jono. Earlier his slave had proven a stubborn streak of his own and had almost refused to learn to write. He’d had to set the blond down and hover over him threateningly until he relented.
“He is doing fine.” Dehij said giving a respectful bow. Jono would have done the same if his head weren’t already bent forward with his eyes averted to the floor.
“I am quite impressed. I had thought most slaves, specifically foreign ones, were less intelligent than this one.” The olteacteacher said slowly standing straight.
“As did I.”
Jono didn’t respond, but Seth did notice the blond chewing nervously on his lip.
“Jono, go to the room, I will collect you later for your meal.”
“Yes Master.” He got up giving respectful bows of his head to the two higher ranking males and slipped through the door.
“Tell me Dehij.” Seth said once he was sure was was gone. “How intelligent is
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“He is just as I have said my priest. I am impressed. He shows great potential in public speaking.” He paused only a moment. “Not that you would employ him as such. What good Egyptian would listen to someone such as him?”
“Perhaps.” Seth growled. “In any case Dehij I trust that you will continue to teach him.”
“Of course.” The older Egyptian spread his hands wide and bowed slightly. He was not surprised to see Seth leaving without another word.

* * *

Seth made his way to his room slowly. He wanted to give Jono some time to himself. It was a complete surprise to him when he arrived at his door to hear panting on the other side.
He glanced about but found no one else in this deep corridor. A low and muffled moan drew his attention back to the door. His initial reaction was to draw a short dagger he had hidden in his belt. With that in hand barely tipped it open a crack, the well-oiled fittings making no sound intending to getook ook before rushing in.
What he found was not what he was expecting.
There next to the bed was Jono, on his knees facing away from Seth and shivering mercilessly. At first Seth thought that his slave was cold until he took in all the details. Jono wasn’t shivering, he was shaking from the effects of a rhythmic motion as he leaned heavily on the bed, left hand holding tight to the linens. His kilt was held up around his waist and halen aen as his right hand…
Blond hair fell out of place as Jonos’ back arched with a barely restrained cry. He shivered violently as his body settled down from the orgasm he’d just given himself. After a moment more he reached blindly for a cloth he’d had beside him and started to clean up the floor.
When he made a move to get up Seth ducked back away from the door feeling numb.
He’d just witnessed his little gold slave pleasuring himself. He suddenly found himself wishing he’d seen the whoventvent.
He mentally slapped himself. He did not buy Jono for such a base purpose, he had been ordered to get someone to watch his back for him and provide...
He was sure he’d just gone pale as a realization hit. ‘Companionship’ had been the next word on his mind. But that didn’t mean he wanted only physical comfort, did it?
Certainly not. Not here in Egypt, a relationship like that did not lend anything back into to the state. Not even their Pharaoh, who was known to turn an eye towards his male attendants rather than his female companions, was allowed to have a public relationship like that.
But he wondered.
He shook his head. No, the boy may have been intended to be placed in his Masters’ bed, but it didn’t mean Seth was going to use him like that.
He inhaled and exhaled before turning to go into the room. But lost his nerve just before his hand touched the door. He backed away quickly and all but stormed back down the corridor, pity the poor soul that wandered in his path at that moment.
He was flushed, confused, more than a bit angry about that second fact and finally he was highly aroused. A flustering combination that made him snap at an unfortunate courier that had not been walking quickly enough.
After a good five minuets of stalking and glowering he found himself turning into a storeroom he couldn’t recall ever being in before. He leaned heavily on the wall with one hand and fell to his knees. He kept his left hand up on the wall while wondering what in the name of all he held holy he was doing as his right hand felt its way up his kilt.
“Sweet gods.” He murmured to himself. He’d hardly ever, ‘cared’, for himself in such a way. It had always seemed too bothersome and few things had ever aroused him to that point. Until now that is.
After a long moment he grit his teeth holding back a strangled sound and scraped his nails on the wall he was leaning on. He stared dazedly at his right hand and the splash of pale fluids on the floor.
Now all he had to figure out was what he’d just proved.