What Once Was

A/N: You know what I realized? I promised two updates a week, but since I also have another story that I also promised to update at least twice a week, that adds up to four updates a week! And that is on top of six classes and a full time job (yes, I decided that taking five classes last semester and almost dying was so much fun that I could try to torture myself and take six this semester. And then I wonder why I have two stress disorders.) Maybe I am a masochist. I have been reading awful lot of BDSM stories lately. Hmm… Nahhh… I don’t think that’s it. But then what? Why am I still writing about this?? Why are you still reading about this???



Chapter 4


Seto’s mind was screaming at him. This was wrong. He had tried so hard to avoid this very thing from happening. Yet his body responded to familiar heat emanating from Yami’s; and when those warm lips opened and a tongue sneaked out, pressing against his own cold one’s, asking for entrance, he parted his lips, letting the shorter male have control for a while.

No, he definitely felt nothing for Yami. His body responded, but not his mind. He had always let Atemu take control out of guilt for the way he used the other.

Yami, as he realized that the stubborn brunet, for once, was not protesting, and more than that, was responding to his advances, became more enthusiastic. One hand crawled up to cup the back of Seto’s head as the other started exploring the slender yet surprisingly muscular chest.

Yami moved his hips, his erection rubbing against Kaiba’s. And then, Seto’s hands came up to grab Yami’s waste, and the shorter male let go of the little control given to him. It had always been this way.

Atemu would ‘seduce’ Seth and when the other was hard, he would submit to his blue-eyed priest completely.

Finally, the meeting with the traders from the Mesopotamia was over. The people depressed Atemu. All they could ever talk about was how much their country needed stronger walls to keep the nomads that robbed them out.

As they exited the room Atemu grabbed Seth’s wrist, leading him away into the direction of his chambers.

Seth sighed. He was tired and the last thing he needed right now was a horny pharaoh that no one else but him could satisfy. Why couldn’t the man just get sex slaves like normal Egyptians?

Atemu looked up at him with those wide, amethyst eyes, and Seth knew that there was no use fighting. His guilt wouldn’t let him turn his back on Atemu, so he followed the younger man.

To be honest, it wasn’t really that bad. Atemu had a nicely sculpted body. He was slender, but not too much so, and his muscles glistened a golden brown under the sun. After all, Seth was a man, and a man had his needs.

Upon entering his chambers, Atemu roughly pushed Seth towards his bed, throwing his millennium item to the floor, and kissing Seth passionately.

Seth just let Atemu kiss him without any protest or passion. As Atemu’s lips parted and his tongue pressed against his lips, Seth opened his mouth and granted the other man excess. Atemu’s hand ghosted over his groin area, and Seth’s body started to respond despite himself.

Atemu put his arms around Seth’s neck, drawing his body closer to the other’s and the blue-eyed brunet’s hands instinctively grabbed Atemu’s waste.

Seth knew this dance well, and this was the part where he had to lead. With experienced hands he quickly removed both his and the pharaoh’s cloths, throwing the shorter on the bed when he was done. His pale white body climbed on top of Atemu’s tanned one. His mouth glided all over Atemu’s body, kissing, licking, and nipping at the places that he knew would make Atemu go wild, and come faster.

Soon, as predicted, the shorter male was writhing underneath him, his breathing hard and uneven. He positioned the boy’s legs spread out and bent on either side and entered the willing and eager body rapidly, with ease.

Atemu moaned, his hands grabbing Seth’s shoulders tightly, almost painfully so.

Seth was now plunging almost painfully into Atemu’s smaller body. But the young pharaoh was far from feeling pain. Sometime during his relationship with his high priest he had discovered a bit of a masochistic side to himself, and even though Seth was almost always reluctant to hurt him, sometimes the brunet was so stressed that he didn’t care.

This was one of those times and Atemu was in paradise.

Seth was close to his climax, and he didn’t want to have to pleasure the pharaoh with his mouth, so he grabbed the other’s cock, trying to bring the other to an orgasm as soon as possible.

And as always, Seth was successful.

Atemu came, with his fingers digging into Seth’s shoulders, bruising the pale skin. The tightness around his cock pushed Seth over the edge as well, and he came inside the pharaoh, dropping his head on the pillow next to Atemu’s. He opened his eyes, looking at the black, red, and orange hair next to him and closed his eyes, dreaming of hair whiter than the clouds and eyes, red as fire.

Seto Kaiba grabbed Yami, pushing the smaller male off of him. He just couldn’t keep doing this. True, his body reacted to Yami’s, but in his mind he had always imagined another, and he couldn’t keep using Yami like this.

Yami opened his eyes, puzzled at his lover’s uncharacteristic behavior. Seth had never pushed him away. But then again, this wasn’t really Seth.

Yami looked into Seto’s eyes, searching for an answer.

“I am not Seth.”

“I know,” came Yami’s meek reply. He knew where this was going.

“You are not my lover, you are my little brother’s friend’s…”

“I know,” Yami interrupted, with more power now. “But that doesn’t mean that we can’t be lovers.”

For a moment Seto just stared off into space. It was true. He had never truly loved Yami, but they had been lovers nonetheless, so why couldn’t they start the same relationship now? The answer was as simple as day: Yami was no longer a pharaoh, and Seto Kaiba was one of the wealthiest, most powerful man alive. He didn’t need to please the former pharaoh because he already had more power.

But his guilt held him back. He couldn’t break Yami’s heart, not after all that they had been through together.

Seto Kaiba leaned in and kissed Yami softly on the lips.

“I am sure that what you and Seth shared was special, but that was in the past and we live in the now.”

With these words Kaiba left Yami. He dared one last glance into those amethyst eyes, and not seeing too much sadness there, let go of the breath that he didn’t know he was holding and left.

Yikes! Did I write that? Man, it is so hard to figure out how to break up with someone without hurting him/her. I promise that the next chapter is much better than this one. I already wrote it up, and there is so much that goes on in that chapter.

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