First it was Vengeance

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh I woudn’t be living from pay check to
pay check, so…. Ya, you can’t sue… WAHAHAHAHA!

*Warning: SUICIDE attempt. This is no joke, I consider this a serious matter,
it is an appropriate response for Seth to have so go with it. And yes... I did
kill Yuuigi off... Permanently... ish*

Seth’s head bobbed up and down as he sucked of the Pharaoh. Atemu had
his fingers buried in his tall pleasured slave’s hair brown hair, and
he offered plenty of encouraging groans, and obscene compliments. It had been
three weeks since Atemu had made Seth replace his much loved Yuuigi as his bed
partner, Seth was uncertain of how much more of this humiliation he could take.
Pharaoh was never violent with him which made it even worse to cope with. Seth
felt pathetic when he begged the Pharaoh to take him. Pain was something Seth
knew well, his step father had been a High Priest of Amun and had expected the
same of Seth. He had expected Seth to be cold and unfeeling, that’s is
what he had told him on that long past night Seth preferred to forget.

“Yessss… SETH!”

‘I hate it when he uses my name.”

As Atemu cummed Seth swallowed every drop he could manage as the Pharaoh had
instructed. Seth was so tired of being humiliated. He could hear his step-father
laughing at him from the afterlife. Worse yet, Atemu simply got up and walked
unceremoniously out of Seth’s chambers without so much as a word, leaving
Seth with as much respect as he whould leave a cheap wore. But Seth understood
he was exactly that to Atemu. He was not a lover as Yuuigi had been to Atemu,
he was just a cheap whore.

‘Ra, forgive me but I can’t take this anymore.’

Kneeling on his bed with the bitter taste of the Pharaoh still in his mouth,
Seth took a vial from his bed side table and quickly downed its contents. “Forgive
me, Mokuba!” With that said Seth’s insides began to burn and he
collapsed onto his bed. The disgraced priest paid no attention to the pool of
semen his chest now lay in. He was mostly consumed by his impending death.

“Seth?” Mokuba called to his brother as he entered the priest’s
chambers. “Nii-san? Seth!”

Mokuba ran to his brother’s side, easily ignoring the now familiar scent
of sex in he room, he cradled his brother so that his back was against the much
smaller boy’s lap. The young boy began to cry when he saw the vial, knowing
full well why Seth had done it, why he had finally given up.

“Seth! Seth! Please don’t leave me, Nii-san! Please Seth!”

From down the hall Atemu heard the young boy’s scream wailing and rushed
to see what had transpired. He stormed into the room and swore when he saw Seth
cradled in the servants arms still and white as death. Without pausing he ran
to the bed and took Seth from the servant who was crying in hiccupping sobs.
Yami felt the brunette’s faint, labored breaths and was surprised by the
joy it brought him that Seth had not passed yet. “Boy! Get the healer!
He is not yet dead!”

Hope flashed in Mokuba’s eyes and he ran from the room. Yami tore al
the bedding form Seth’s bed and laid him gently on the bare palette. Seth
was damp with sweat and his chest was sticky with Atemu’s semen. Pharaoh
lifted a corner of the discarded sheet and tried to clean up Seth as much as
possible. He touched the priest’s cheek and felt how hot and clammy his
soft skin was. Blue eyes opened, dull and unseeing.

“No!” Seth croaked weakly in a raspy voice. “No let me die,
please!”

“No, Seth,” Atemu stroked Seth’s fevered brow as he crooned
softly. “No we will make you well again.”

“No! Please no more!”

“Seth, hush, I will make sure you are well again. And I will teach you
to appreciate life.”

“Please!”

“No, Seth! You will not die like a forgotten whore. You will live my sweet
priest.”

“No… Please… Don’t make me suffer anymore! Let me die!”

“Seth, I’m so sorry for your pain.”

“No! You force me to feel pleasure! I want pain! I understand pain! Your
pleasure, it’s humiliating! I don’t want to desire you!”

“Seth…” Atemu kissed the taller youth’s brow. “Don’t
be humiliated. I will force you no longer, you will not be my slave. You, my
priest, can come to me by your own volitions. And I will have it worth your
while.”

Mokuba and the healer now rushed into the room and the healer immediately went
to work. Pharaoh took pity on the boy and ushered him out. Through his tears
Mokuba related the story of how he was Seth’s brother and how he had come
to be here as Seth’s servant. Eventually, Atemu managed to convince Mokuba
to sleep and he returned to Seth’s chambers. The healer informed him that
the High Priest would survive but he would be weak and blind for some amount
of time, how long he was not sure.

Atemu had Seth, who was now in a deep sleep, moved into his chambers. The long
hours of waiting passed slowly which gave Atemu time to think. Did he really
want Seth to live so he could make the thin man suffer? Or did he have some
other motive? The priest’s power, perhaps? Or was there something else?
When Atemu had seen the expression of desperation and panic across Seth’s
face when he lay trying to die, the young Pharaoh had felt an out tightness
in his chest. The guilt was undeniable. But Seth had killed his Aibou, his koi.
It was entirely right that he should fill that void. Still Atemu could not deny
the guilt he felt having realized that he was destroying, torturing an already
very troubled man.

Eventually the Pharaoh slept. When he did he dreamt of Yuuigi in a field full
of jasmine. Yuuigi had smiled had him and bade he come over. When Atemu had
Yuuigi had padded his should sympathetically.

“It’s alright Atemu. I’m not mad. I just wish you hadn’t
tortured him. He really hadn’t intended to kill me. Though that doesn’t
forgive the fact he was attempting to kill you. But Seth… He doesn’t
deserve to suffer any more. And you don’t need to pretend. We were close,
Atemu, but you and Seth will be closer, true lovers in every way, if you can
forgive yourself and him. Love him and he will love you, heal him and he will
heal you. Good bye, Atemu. I’m off to Paradise.”

Yuuigi did not want Atemu do grieve, he did not want him to be aone. With
any luck he could make verything work out for the best.

“Uhh,” Seth moaned softly as he began to stir waking Atemu up.
The Pharaoh leaned over the thin form and smiled.

“Welcome back.”

“Damn you! Damn you!”

“Seth,” Atemu’s voice was soft and he tenderly stroked his
unwilling lover’s forehead, blind eyes stared up at him unseeing, but
even they could still show anger.

“You couldn’t just let me die.”

“No, Seth, I couldn’t. And not for vengeance, I am finished with
that, but for your brother, Mokuba, and for your own life. You’ve never
given up so easily before, why now? Have I hurt you that badly?”

“You know about Mokuba?

“Yes, and will discuss your failure to inform me of his existence and
importance for all these years. You know he was terrified at the thought that
you were dead or dying. He relies on you.”

“How can he rely on me now? I am nothing but a blind whore.”

“Seth,” Atemu stroked the troubled youth’s face. “The
healer says that he got to you in time to reverse the blindness that lovely
poison of yours causes. But that will take time. You will remain weak and unseeing
for some unknown amount of time, but you will see again, and when you do I will
return to you your magic.”

“What makes you think you can trust me not to attack you again?”

“Because you won’t, Seth.”

“Fine, what am I to do until then?”

“Nothing, you will stay with me, strictly for companionship, until you
desire otherwise. Now, my lover, stop moping and sleep.”

Atemu was pleased when Seth obeyed him. He silently thanked Yuuigi for his
push. Perhaps he did not love Seth now, but Seth was an incredible lover, and
certainly if Yuuigi’s prediction came to be true there would be no harm
done.

Seth’s mind reverberated with that last phrase. The Pharaoh wanted him
as a lover, rather than a slave now? A companion, rather than a foe deserving
of punishment? When by the Abyss had this happened? Something very odd was going
on here.

“It’s okay now, Seth,” Yuuigi’s child-like voice
spoke in Seth’s mind reassuringly. “All is forgiven now, it’s
time for you to heal.”

Yuuigi’s spirit eased Seth into sleep, whether the priest wanted
or not. It had always been the slave’s hobby to fix those who were broken,
how was this any different?

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I suppose this is what I get for not sleeping at all today. Ya, instead I stayed
up all night until I had to go to school writing this fic… My I am a bright
one.

Thanks to my lovely reviewers, you guys are great :D . I will have fanart for
this in the coming days so wait and see:K

Hella, Gueen of the Under World

(For those who do not know, my name comes from Norse mythology. Don’t
know why I am saying this but… Whatever.)