Doggy Tails

STAND ALONE
By Riley


Authors note - well, I grew tired of waiting for more reviews to come on so I decided just to do a bunch of chapters and let it all just flow. This is actually a stand alone in this little ‘series’ so it’s a little different. Still starving for ideas so requests would be much appreciated.
(1)Hemet-netjer-tepet - high priest
(2)Iew- dog
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Stand alone- chapter one? -

Outside the rain hit dark tiles like bombs, never missing their target. Slowly but surely it was driving Joey up the wall. Sighing, he picked up the phone, half knowing no one would pick up when he called. All his friends seemed to be really busy now. Joey knew the cause too, young love. After all Tristan had his sister Serenity, Yugi had Yami, Bakura and Marik where in with their Hikari. Sometimes he was jealous, the others seemed to all have a darker side that would comfort and protect them. Well, except for Bakura but he was a different story.
Little to both boys knowledge, Seto and Joey that is, they were not as alone as they seemed to think.

flash back

Jono sat on the cold, uncaring stone floor and glanced sadly about the room. It was dark and dangerous, a deadly combination. Tears slid down his face as he swallowed the last few breaths of his freedom. Chains were strewn about the room without order and in complete chaos laid a pile of filthy, unwashed clothes. Footsteps marched uniformly down the hall every five to ten minutes, guards to the pharaoh which he was imprisoned to serve. A deep, commanding voice rang out like a clash of metal against metal and the secure door began to open slightly. Jono slid backwards toward a corner to escape the invading, stinging light.
"I see you’re finally up," the familiar voice sounded coldly. Looking up from his hiding place Jono finds a cold, azure glaze slicing through his soul. The man connected with a mop of fine chestnut hair that reached his shoulders and flew in a disarray of spikes, a powerful bronze body was below and Jono could not help but appreciate the vision in front of him.
Set looked at the soon-to-be slave near his feet. He smirked as he mapped out his body, every freckle and dip that could be seen went into his memory banks to be stored for future reference. The silky blonde that was cut slightly uneven was to be matched with the finest fur of a Lions mane. His eyes were wide and unprotected with the icy shield he himself had formed for himself and glowed with an amber fire. He looked at him with defiance and slight fear twirling in a storm and his back was held stiffly back while his legs where splayed suggestively in front of him, spread. Set walked forward to find the other scudding toward the wall. He chuckled as the other continued to be nearly knocked out by the wall. He bent down and grabbed the resisting slave by the face and looked at him angrily. Squeezed until the frightened boys jaw nearly broke and let go, "come with me and if you try to escape, then I won't be so lenient."
Jono followed obediently as he was led throughout endless halls. The palace was a maze which seemed impenetrable, but he had got in. Unfortunately where he landed had been where some guards were taking their meager lunch. Know he thought back to it, it seemed comical and surreal. Jono sighed and almost ran into the man who he guessed he would be serving stopped suddenly to open a door.
That was the punishment, for being caught trying to get into the palace, instant slavery and no questions asked either. But hopefully he would be allowed to see the pharaoh and get a term, instead of just staying here the rest of his life. Which would happen because he had no slave collar and if the pharaoh decided he was too busy to see to all the misconduct of the lower peoples? That was very likely to happen because the pharaoh was young and the young tended to be reckless, no matter how rich and powerful they were fated to be. Back to the situation at hand however, the young man who had lead him across what seemed the whole palace had turned and was looking angrily at him.
"Watch where you are going, insolent slave," he growled angrily. Jono bit back a retort grudgingly, knowing if he was to serve this man for long he would lose his mind. He backed up like a spooked pony and glared. Yet he managed to hold back his sharp tongue and continued to follow the man into a majestic bedroom which looked to be the afterlife. Rich Egyptian cotton flowed down on the walls in areas, the rest covered in pictures of thing Jono couldn't understand, after all he couldn't read either and spoke Hebrew more easily than Egyptian. There was a huge bed in the middle with blue curtains that hung from post and hid the insides’ contents. Four benches littered the room and there was a desk in the corner with many scrolls on it. All of it was neat and well kept, unlike his own small shack which held all his looted items from earlier conquests that he had not yet sold. Which were strewn carelessly around and even his bed sheets where with them, for he had no bed to put them on.
"Listen carefully boy, I have no need for you but my cousin, the pharaoh, gave you to me and I could not refuse him. You will take care of me and do whatever I ask of you. Since you are a pretty, young fellow I will likely make you my bed-slave and even share you with whoever asks nicely, understood?" Seto barked. He hated fools who didn't get to the point immediately. The boy gulped again and nodded unsurely. "So the first thing I want you to do, mutt, is go to my desk and find a suitable collar for yourself.”
Jono puffed angrily as he searched through a drawer, finding a beautiful collar. It was pure gold with ruby and amber stones attached. On the front was printed, well he guessed anyway, was 'property of Set.' He decoded the rest to be 'Hemet-netjer-tepet ' (1)which he couldn't translate.
"Iew(2)," his master called. Jono found he couldn't understand what the other was saying and came anyway. "Iew, let me put the collar on you and then we'll go get you some proper clothes," he added. 'What does Iew mean?' Jono thought as the collar was put on and Set began to drag him, once again, into the hallways. This time he found himself in a room full of garments and women, who fluttered about the room absent-mindedly. Set cleared his throat and all attention was brought onto the two in the doorway. "Master Set," was whispered throughout the room as everyone bowed their heads. Set walked across the room to an old woman, "I need my new slave fit for clothes suiting of a pleasure slave." Jono flinched and looked down to hide the blush swimming across his cheeks. "Ahh what a pretty one, the gods have truly blessed you with a beautiful present my priest," the old woman smiled. Set nodded his head in agreement and left the room hastily.
What seemed like a whole day later Jono was led back to his Masters’ room in a pretty, gauzy pair of pants alone. Several heaps of different styles where awaiting him in the closet back in the other room. The pants rode low on his hips and showed of his definition a little to well. It was sandy coloured and fit is hair well. He looked good, he admitted to himself.
SET
I walked into the room to find my slave waiting on my bed, looking bored. He was playing with a longer strand of golden hair and twiddling. He was breathtaking. His golden chest was revealed and enhanced with the glimmer of armbands. His pants where loose and comfortable, hanging of his hips in a seductive manner; a tempting offer. His eyes where decorated with a small amount of kohl and it made his eye’s doe like, his hair boxed in his face making him look slightly cherubic.
I was beginning to feel aroused and Iew was noticing my presence finally, Iew was my nickname for him and from what I knew, he had no clue to what it meant. He was looking at me with wide eyes and they started travelling down to my fairly well endowed lump. If possible, his eyes widened more and he moved slightly away.
At that moment resisting would be death. Leaning over him, I kissed his full, tempting lips. He tried moving away from my grasp but I held him still as I took my sweet time exploring his warm, moist cavern. Which was easy because his jaw had fallen slack due to shock. Exotic fruit, that is what he tasted of and once he began reacting to me I knew I was in heaven.
I heard a small little click of his teeth against mine and before I knew it I had the slave with his legs around my shoulder screaming out. All it had taken was a light pet to the lower regions and he was in fire, a true and untamed sex kitten. MY sex kitten.
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The two figures panted and writhed against each other. They were connected, bronzed skin against bronzed skin. Chestnut tresses clashed against golden silk.
Set regained momentary control, reaching over to grab a vial of sweet smelling massage oil. He worked it onto his fingers, relishing in the heat it made as he rubbed it. Under him, Jono was working on the pants exasperated. Finally he slid them off and laid in wait for his lover and master.
Working his finger into the boy was like sweet torture to Set, the warm canal begged him to find his release in it. He imagined he was in there, instead of his fingers. When he entered, he knew it would be bliss.
Blunt fingers poked at the sensitive spot in Jono, making him cry out Set’s name like a whore. Blushing he showed his shame. This made Set chuckle above him and give him a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. Which, of course, made him sneeze causing the moment to become more cute then sexual.
Which was soon remedied when Set finally drove into him. He wasn’t expecting the pain so is muscles were relaxed and the penetration was easier. However all was forgotten when the magical spot was bumped, sending waves of fire throughout his sweating body. Set leaned in for a sweet kiss and Jono returned it happily.
Set turned into a mantra, his only connection to the world that wasn’t spinning. He knew Set was as close as he was but he was unwilling for it to stop. The thrusts were coming stronger and faster, forcing the bed to rock with them.
Putting his head on the golden shoulder offered to him Set nibbled on the unmarked canvas that was Jono’s sweet neck.
The release was like a flood, devastating both of the abilities to think or even move.


Authors Note - well did you like? Next I think I’m going to do a sharing scene.
*Half way through this chapter I realized that I could use this as a reason why Seto and Joey do their sexual acts. They still remember the master and slave connections they had in a past life.