Imparted Fear

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Imparted Fear

Blue eyes watched as pale hands went to work pouring two cups of wine. Seth shifted a little in his seat wanting nothing more than to pull blond into his lap and make him squirm. But it simply wasn’t prudent to molest your consort in front of guests.
“So gracious of you Seth.” The other priest said accepting the cup from the blond slave. He was sure the boy noticed when their fingers touched. Interesting.
“What do you want Maximus?” Seth drummed his fingers on his arm and glared. He wasn’t a big fan of the man sitting across from him. Rumor had it he had Roman blood in him and his mother had named him for his father. But these were not but rumors so far.
The white haired man looked utterly nonchalant. “I was simply wondering if you’d considered my idea. That’s all.” He sipped delicately at the wine. “We both know Orugi needs to be dealt with.”
“Dealt with, yes, but you’re considering something worse than even a simple..” He glanced at Jono and reassessed his words. “Than simply getting him out of the way.” Seth said not even touching his drink.
“Oh Seth, you don’t seem to see the beauty of it. What better fate is there for the ‘King of Games’? Hmm?” He smirked. “It’s a beautiful idea.”
“And who takes the throne when he’s gone?” Seth asked tersely. “You?”
There was a laugh from the other man. “No of course not!” He sighed softly and smirked again at Seth. “You would take his place. As his brother it’s your right.”
Seth didn’t look impressed.
“Besides.” Maximus went on to say. “What has Orugi ever done for you?” He was intrigued to see the blond slave shift uncomfortably at the comment. Such a sweet little thing, almost too sweet to be left in Seths’ care.
Seth didn’t react at all.
“If you don’t, I may have to make how you treat your slaves public.” Maximus said looking overly smug.
Seth stared at him blankly then looked away. “You,” He grit his teeth catching sight of Jono in the corner of his eye. “Alright. But I want your word Maximus, he won’t know it was me and he doesn’t suffer.”
“He won’t feel a thing.” Maximus got up fluidly and gave a curt nod to his peer then gracefully left the table and fading out the door.
Once the older priest was gone Jono edged closer to Seth. “I-I don’t like him.” He said softly just barely leaning in when an arm snaked around his waist.
“Don’t worry Pet, he can’t get you.”
Jono yelped as he was pulled down suddenly. He tensed immediately when insistent lips found his but relaxed a degree at a time. He moaned openly when pressure was applied up between his legs through the fabric of his kilt.
“Hmm, yes, defiantly mine.” Seth murmured moving down to his neck.
“What does he want you to do?” Jono asked quietly.
Seth stopped kissing his pets neck and looked up. “It’s nothing, alright? Absolutely nothing.” He nuzzled into Jonos’ neck. “But I want you to stay in the room tonight. The Shadow Games will be played tonight and, I don’t want you caught in anything.”
That was a lie and Jono knew it, the Shadow Games were only played to such a dangerous degree every full and new moon to keep the powers from swamping over the city again.
“Yes Master.” He waited a beat and lowered his head. “I mean, ‘Yes Seth’.” He corrected himself. His eyes suddenly went wide and a faint sound escaped him.
Seth only buried his face in the blonds’ neck and inhaled his sc Hi His hand, the source of Jonos’ slight panic, slid farther up the slaves kilt. “Mine.” He licked his tongue out to taste the neck that was now stretched out before him. “Relax.”
Jono rmedrmed under the touch. He wasn’t used to this yet, the very idea of relenting control over his body to anyone was something he wanted to fight. But it felt, well, good. He let out a deep sigh and blindly put his hand on Seths’ wrist. “Please.”
“Please what my pet?” Seth asked nipping so at at the pale neck and slowly fingering Jonos’ growing arousal. “Tell me.” He took one of Jonos’ earlobes between his teeth.
Jono could only whimper in response, his mind didn’t want to concentrate on asking to be driven to orgasm as soon as possible. “Seth.” It came out breathless and needy, just enough to incite Seth into taking it further.
“Try not to make a sound.” Seth whispered securing his free arm around Jono to keep him in place. His long fingers wrapped mercilessly around Jonos’ member and his thumb slid slowly over the tip.
Jono bit his lip and tightened his grip on Seths’ wrist but did nothing to hold the touch back. He curled forward taking a hold of the cloth that was usually held loosely around the young priests’ shoulders as he bit back moans of terrified pleasure as his Masters’ hand worked him into a near frenzy.
“Come for me Pet.” Seth traced his nails along the underside of Jonos’ length and left the slaves kilt where it was to hide every movement. He didn’t want to expose his slave completely to any stray eyes.
Jono tasted blood as he bit into his lip to keep from screaming. His toes curled and hartearted to shake. Yes it felt good, he almost wondered why he had doubts about doing this while under such a sensual onslaught. He shook violently in his Masters’ lap and threw back his head with a strangled cry as he came.
Seth withdrew his hand and seemed to marvel at the white stickiness that had been spilled. He tilted his head to see Jono curl up on him and look at him through gold bangs. For a moment the brunette was tempted to taste the very essence of his pale beloved.
“Are you tired?” Seth asked softly using a cloth left on the table to wipe off his hand.
Jono nodded with his head propped on Seths’ shoulder looking utterly exhausted.
He kissed the blonds’ temple. “Go directly to the room and get some sleep then. Don’t leave for anyone, I’ll have your evening meal sent to you.”
“Yes Seth.” He climbed out of his Masters’ lap carefully, finding his legs unsteady. He watched Seth walk out of the small room like a man suddenly expecting a funeral ballad then nearly collapsed in the abandoned chair with a satisfied sigh.