The Stranger

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, but I was at hte hospital. If you wish to know more about my terrible ordeal, I wrote it all in teh author's notes in chapter 10 of My Property. Otherwise, please don't hate me, I have been through enough, and here is the story.


Chapter 3


“Hmm… You don’t look like you are from Egypt, so where might you be from?” Seth inquired. The priest had always been a curious man. He wanted to know absolutely everything about everything. And his new slave was the most interesting thing to him at the moment.

Jono sighed and rested his head against his master’s shoulder.

“I don’t know… master.” Jono felt obliged to add that to the end of his sentence. Somehow, he felt right being beside this strange new guy to whom he now belonged.

“Well, you speak our language, so you couldn’t have been from too far away,” Seth reasoned. The priest always used his logic for almost anything. As a matter of fact, the only thing he didn’t use his logic too much on was his dream about the beauty he was holding in his arms right now.

Not being able to resist his temptations any longer, Seth bent down and kissed Jono on the crook of his neck.

Jono had been busy thinking that the guy must be right about him being from somewhere nearby when he suddenly felt the guy’s lips on his neck and reflexively he flinched as the kiss sent bolts of lightning down his spine. For some strange reason he wanted the man to do it again, but another part of him was still afraid of what was to come.

“Why do you always flinch when I touch you?” Seth didn’t like the fact hat his new slave didn’t trust him.

“I… I… I don’t know… I’m s-sorry, m-master,” Jono was really scared now. He didn’t want to ruin things with this guy. His new master was treating him very nicely and he didn’t want the guy to be mad at him or anything.

Hearing the fear in his voice and seeing it plainly on his slave’s face, Seth mentally cussed at himself for making the boy afraid. He wanted this boy to trust him. Gods, how could he have been so stupid and make a mistake to break all the trust that he had built so far?

Taking the boy’s face in his hands, Seth looked at Jono in the eyes before speaking.

“Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong.” With these words Seth also offered Jono a smile.

Jono was confused. A part of him was scared, a part of him was suspicious, and another part wanted to completely trust this stranger while yet another part told him to start fighting and make a break for it. Thinking over all his options and coming up with only two, one of those two leading to him being killed, Jono decided to go with the other one and trust the man for now.

“Yes, master” Jono said before he offered Seth a smile back.

Seth’s smile grew even wider and he lowered his lips upon Jono’s, slightly biting down on the other’s lower lip. This time, Jono tried his hardest not to flinch and let his master do whatever the other wanted to.

Feeling the blond relax underneath him, Seth deepened the kiss, passing his tongue over the boy’s bottom lip, asking for entrance.

As if on reflex, Jono parted his lips, making his new master very happy. They kissed like this for what seemed to Jono like forever before they had to break away for the lack of air. Then, Seth gave Jono a quick kiss on the lips before disappearing from his room with the promise of coming back.

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“Seth! I demand you tell me this instant where you are taking me!” A very confused Atemu told his high priest, as the brunet dragged him across the palace. The pharaoh had merely been wondering around the palace when Seth came out of nowhere and started dragging him.

“You’ll see,” was all Seth said, still dragging the pharaoh by his left hand. All Atemu could do was try to keep up with Seth’s unusually fast pace and try not to fall in the process.

Soon, Atemu and Seth were both standing in front of Seth’s quarters.

“You were dragging me to your private quarters? That’s all?! Why didn’t you just…” While Atemu was speaking, Seth was still dragging him behind, and before the pharaoh could finish his sentence, Seth had already opened the door to his chamber to reveal a blond boy sitting on his bed.

Atemu was speechless for a moment, his jaw hanging down, his eyes almost popping out of his head.

“You found him?!” This was all that the pharaoh was able to say. There he was. The boy that his cousin seemed to be obsessing over was sitting right there on Seth’s bed, looking back at him with tantamount confusion and curiosity.

Seth moved to the bed and set beside his new slave, giving the boy a quick kiss on the cheek and hugging him. This made the said boy smile in a perfunctory manner before going back to staring at the new man that his master had brought over.

“Where… How… When…” Atemu was trying to make a coherent sentence, but at the moment, he couldn’t organize his thoughts.

Luckily for the pharaoh, Seth knew perfectly well what his was trying to say.

“I found him in a slave auction this afternoon and bought him.”

“I don’t believe this.” Atemu just couldn’t take his eyes off of the blond boy. He didn’t even look like he belonged in Egypt, or in this world.

“Where is he from?” Atemu finally asked, deciding for sure that this boy must not be from this world at all.

“He doesn’t know and neither do I. Somebody just found him in the desert and decided to sell him as a slave.” Seth answered.

“Well, what are you going to do with him?” Atemu was now just asking one question after another. He had to admit that he was very curious as to who this stranger was.

“I am just going to keep him here.” Seth stated plainly before he started kissing down the blonde’s neck.

“Does he speak?” Seth was getting irritated by the pharaoh’s endless questions.

“Yes he speaks, and yes he speaks our language. Any more questions?”

“What’s your name?” This question was addressed to the boy, whose muscles started to tense even more as the other male moved closer towards him. The blonde didn’t know what to do. He wanted to know who this other man was and why was he asking so many questions. He took a moment to look at his master, who gave him a positive nod. Then the boy looked back at the tri-color haired boy before answering in the faintest of voices.

“J-Jono.” Jono felt uneasy with the other’s eyes studying him.

“Shy little guy, isn’t he?” Atemu was truly amused with the boy’s shy nature. Seth just nodded at Atemu and continued to hold his new slave. “How old are you, Jono?”

“Thirteen.” Again, the boy’s voice was a mere whisper, his eyes looking away from the pharaoh’s.

“My Ra, Seth. The boy is way too young to be slave. This is illegal.”

“Actually, Thirteen is the youngest age you allowed pleasure slaves to be.” Seth answered calmly. He, too, knew that Jono was probably way too young, but he really liked the boy and the thought that he might be forced to part with him was killing him at the moment.

“I guess you are right. But it doesn’t change the fact that I do not like this happening right under my nose.”

“Look,” Seth felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest at the thought of the pharaoh making him give up the loveliness in his arms. “I know he is young, but you allowed it and I am keeping him. Besides, I don’t plan on taking him any time soon. I was thinking that I would be something more like a guardian to him until he is old enough.”

This was not a lie. In fact, Seth had debated long and hard with himself over what he should do about the boy and he finally came to the conclusion that he would wait until the boy was old enough. In the mean time, he would make sure that the boy got an education and he would take care of the blond and keep him safe until Jono finished his education. Besides, he was hoping that by that time, Jono would grow to like, or dare he wish, even love him.



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