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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
18
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11,364
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115
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chapter 7
A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers. I love you guys. Don't worry. My hospitalization is nothing important Riley, but I really do appreciate the concern. I will be out tomorrow. It's just a foot injury. To all those who read and never review, please do review. It's not money. It will cost you nothing. If you don't know what to say, just let me know whether you liked the story or not. It doens't take long to write "Your story sucks" or "Good job." I just want some feedback.
On the bright side, tomorrow I get to see the World Cup (Yay!) I wonder who will the be the champion this year, France or Italy. France won 2002, but Italy is really good this year. On the other hand, France beat Brazil, but Italy managed to get a ball passed Lehmann. They got two passed Lehmann.
Anyways, sorry to take up your time with this. Here is the story.
Enjoy!
Chapter 7
As Seth entered his house and took in the situation there, his heart almost broke in half at what he found.
Jono’s jewelry and clothing were scattered all over the floor and the blond was nowhere to be found. All the servants in the household were looking for him, shouting his name in an attempt to find him.
Seth had just frozen in time. His lov… slave had run away and Seth knew that it was his fault. He had been cold to Jono and now the blond had gone away from him.
“He is not in the palace. We searched it inside and out,” one of the slaves informed the rest as he and a few others walked in, exhausted.
Seth didn’t ask any further questions. He couldn’t tell anyone, even Jono, that he loved the blond, but he still wanted him near him, wanted to hold him, make love to him, know that he will be there when he needed him.
Seth got on top of his horse and headed out of the palace. He needed to find Jono, if it was the last thing he did. Seth had decided that his slave would follow the river, seeing as it was the only source of water and that his slave wouldn’t be stupid enough to wonder into the depths of the red land (Egyptians called the dessert “deshrt” meaning “red land”).
Ra had already finished making his journey across the clear sky and was now resting. With the darkness it would be harder to find the blond, but Seth never gave up. Never!
It wasn’t until Ra was about to rise in his chariot once more that Seth finally spotted a mop of blond hair in the distance. As he dismounted his horse to approach, his chest tightened a bit more at the sight.
Jono was lying down on a stone he had found. The sand hadn’t been able to get to him there so he wouldn’t suffocate. There were dry tears on his cheeks. He was in the fetal position, his arms around himself trying to shield himself from the cold of the Egyptian nights, his frail form still shaking in the light morning breeze.
Seth approached his slave carefully, making sure not to disturb the sleeping boy. With care, he gathered the golden boy into his arms and started leading him back towards his horse. It would take him until midday when Ra reached exactly above his head, until he was able to reach the palace.
Seth had been surprised to find his slave so far away. He didn’t think the boy would be able to walk this far.
Seth mounted his horse, still holding the dormant form of his new lover in his arms. He positioned the boy so that the other was leaning on him, once again surprised at what a deep sleeper the blond was.
The horse started moving slowly back towards the palace. Seth made sure that Jono didn’t wake up, though he was now stating to think that nothing could possibly wake the boy up once he was asleep.
During his journey, Seth thought about his situation. He knew that he couldn’t bear the thought of his salve running away again. But also, he couldn’t bear to see him in chains either. That left him with one other option: to confess his feelings for the boy to Jono, but, being brought up the way he was, he couldn’t really do that either.
The slight stirring of the blond brought him back form his thoughts. As he looked down, he was one golden eye open only to close again from the now intense sunlight. A few seconds later a very scared and confused Jono jumped up, almost falling off of the horse, opening his eyes to stare at Seth.
Seeing his master made the slave relax. He had started to think that he was being kidnapped again and would be sold to some pervert. As much as Seth had hurt him, he still loved the man and didn’t want to be separated from him.
Jono had run away under impulse. The blond always had a tendency to act first and think later.
The blond looked at his master with hopeful eyes, hoping to find love and forgiveness in master’s eyes. Instead, he found icy blue eyes staring back at him and then at the road.
Tears once again filled the blonde’s eyes as he leaned his head on his master’s shoulder. He guessed that his master didn’t really care for him as a human being. He was just a pleasure slave to the man. That’s all that he would ever be. At this thought, the blond started crying into his master’s shoulder and chest, holding on to the other for comfort, once again hoping that his master did care for him.
Seth was internally struggling with himself. He wanted to hold his slave close to him, to tell the boy it would be okay, to tell him that he loved him. But he just couldn’t. That wasn’t him. He didn’t get emotional. He didn’t have emotions. Emotions were for the weak. He was strong.
As he saw his slave crying, his chest tightened once more. But instead of following his instincts and comforting the boy, he just made the horse go faster.
Soon they reached the palace.
Upon arriving there, Seth led his slave to his quarters rather roughly, pushing the boy down on the floor once they arrived and telling another servant to go get the chains. He had finally come to the conclusion that he would just punish his slave for running away, and tie him down so that he wouldn’t do it again.
He couldn’t talk to the boy now. Besides, he needed to concentrate on the festival. After all, it was dedicated to his god.
He put the cuffs around Jono’s neck, wrists, and ankles. There was a long chain connecting from the neck to all other cuffs, making it impossible for Jono to stand. Having accomplished this, Seth proceeded to literally drag his slave across the floor to a nearby pole and tied him there. Then without a single word or a glance down at his slave, he left.
Jono just cried.
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On the bright side, tomorrow I get to see the World Cup (Yay!) I wonder who will the be the champion this year, France or Italy. France won 2002, but Italy is really good this year. On the other hand, France beat Brazil, but Italy managed to get a ball passed Lehmann. They got two passed Lehmann.
Anyways, sorry to take up your time with this. Here is the story.
Enjoy!
Chapter 7
As Seth entered his house and took in the situation there, his heart almost broke in half at what he found.
Jono’s jewelry and clothing were scattered all over the floor and the blond was nowhere to be found. All the servants in the household were looking for him, shouting his name in an attempt to find him.
Seth had just frozen in time. His lov… slave had run away and Seth knew that it was his fault. He had been cold to Jono and now the blond had gone away from him.
“He is not in the palace. We searched it inside and out,” one of the slaves informed the rest as he and a few others walked in, exhausted.
Seth didn’t ask any further questions. He couldn’t tell anyone, even Jono, that he loved the blond, but he still wanted him near him, wanted to hold him, make love to him, know that he will be there when he needed him.
Seth got on top of his horse and headed out of the palace. He needed to find Jono, if it was the last thing he did. Seth had decided that his slave would follow the river, seeing as it was the only source of water and that his slave wouldn’t be stupid enough to wonder into the depths of the red land (Egyptians called the dessert “deshrt” meaning “red land”).
Ra had already finished making his journey across the clear sky and was now resting. With the darkness it would be harder to find the blond, but Seth never gave up. Never!
It wasn’t until Ra was about to rise in his chariot once more that Seth finally spotted a mop of blond hair in the distance. As he dismounted his horse to approach, his chest tightened a bit more at the sight.
Jono was lying down on a stone he had found. The sand hadn’t been able to get to him there so he wouldn’t suffocate. There were dry tears on his cheeks. He was in the fetal position, his arms around himself trying to shield himself from the cold of the Egyptian nights, his frail form still shaking in the light morning breeze.
Seth approached his slave carefully, making sure not to disturb the sleeping boy. With care, he gathered the golden boy into his arms and started leading him back towards his horse. It would take him until midday when Ra reached exactly above his head, until he was able to reach the palace.
Seth had been surprised to find his slave so far away. He didn’t think the boy would be able to walk this far.
Seth mounted his horse, still holding the dormant form of his new lover in his arms. He positioned the boy so that the other was leaning on him, once again surprised at what a deep sleeper the blond was.
The horse started moving slowly back towards the palace. Seth made sure that Jono didn’t wake up, though he was now stating to think that nothing could possibly wake the boy up once he was asleep.
During his journey, Seth thought about his situation. He knew that he couldn’t bear the thought of his salve running away again. But also, he couldn’t bear to see him in chains either. That left him with one other option: to confess his feelings for the boy to Jono, but, being brought up the way he was, he couldn’t really do that either.
The slight stirring of the blond brought him back form his thoughts. As he looked down, he was one golden eye open only to close again from the now intense sunlight. A few seconds later a very scared and confused Jono jumped up, almost falling off of the horse, opening his eyes to stare at Seth.
Seeing his master made the slave relax. He had started to think that he was being kidnapped again and would be sold to some pervert. As much as Seth had hurt him, he still loved the man and didn’t want to be separated from him.
Jono had run away under impulse. The blond always had a tendency to act first and think later.
The blond looked at his master with hopeful eyes, hoping to find love and forgiveness in master’s eyes. Instead, he found icy blue eyes staring back at him and then at the road.
Tears once again filled the blonde’s eyes as he leaned his head on his master’s shoulder. He guessed that his master didn’t really care for him as a human being. He was just a pleasure slave to the man. That’s all that he would ever be. At this thought, the blond started crying into his master’s shoulder and chest, holding on to the other for comfort, once again hoping that his master did care for him.
Seth was internally struggling with himself. He wanted to hold his slave close to him, to tell the boy it would be okay, to tell him that he loved him. But he just couldn’t. That wasn’t him. He didn’t get emotional. He didn’t have emotions. Emotions were for the weak. He was strong.
As he saw his slave crying, his chest tightened once more. But instead of following his instincts and comforting the boy, he just made the horse go faster.
Soon they reached the palace.
Upon arriving there, Seth led his slave to his quarters rather roughly, pushing the boy down on the floor once they arrived and telling another servant to go get the chains. He had finally come to the conclusion that he would just punish his slave for running away, and tie him down so that he wouldn’t do it again.
He couldn’t talk to the boy now. Besides, he needed to concentrate on the festival. After all, it was dedicated to his god.
He put the cuffs around Jono’s neck, wrists, and ankles. There was a long chain connecting from the neck to all other cuffs, making it impossible for Jono to stand. Having accomplished this, Seth proceeded to literally drag his slave across the floor to a nearby pole and tied him there. Then without a single word or a glance down at his slave, he left.
Jono just cried.
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