In Your Hands of Mercy

Mmm, just wanted to test out the userpanel and decided to post up a fic. It's kind of old, but I hope you enjoy it anyhow :)

Disclaimer: 4Kids Entertainment, Inc. holds the license. The story and characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi.
Warnings: SMUT, OOC, YamixSeto

In Your Hands of Mercy
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The high priest entered the chamber tensely. Rarely was anyone was ever allowed to enter the Pharaoh’s private bedchambers, with the exception of a few. When he entered the room, the priest was very much in awe of spl splendor and lavishness of it all. He’d only spoken to the pharaoh when it was important. The other priests and the pharaoh’s vizier usually did most of the talking, and because of his deep, secret rivalry with the king, Seto preferred remain distant from the god-ling. Seto had gotten a message from the pha req requesting his presence. The high priest had frowned deeply when he received the message, but had no choice except to obey.

The room was bright with afternoon sunlight; it reflected off the white plaster of the walls, lighting the room even further. Yami, the young pharaoh, was sitting at a vanity with his lean back facing the priest. Quickly, Seto got on his knees and bowed respectfully.

“You summoned me?” He inquired. The pharaoh didn’t respond just yet. Seto could hear the jingle of golden jewelry as Yami undid the clasps and put a majority of them on the vanity. The high priest was forced to kneel until the pharaoh allowed him otherwise.

“There are rumors around the palace.” Yami’s voice was deep, husky. He rarely spoke in public, allowing his priest magistrates to do all the talking, and only interrupting to disagree or assent with a graceful wave of his hand. “People say that you’re planning a rebellion against me.”

Seto’s eyes widened faintly in shock. How had word gotten out? The conspirators and he had been painfully careful to keep everything secret.

“I want to hear the truth directly from you, high priest.” Seto heard the king shift, turning around in his seat to look at him. “Are you?”

Seto swallowed thickly and lied, “Never. I would never betray you. I am devoted to you, my pharaoh.”

Yami’s footsteps were light against the tiled floor as he made his way over to the kneeling priest. “How devoted are you, my priest?” He demanded to know. Seto tensed as the pharaoh came close enough that tanntanned, slender feet were in view.

“I have devoted my entire life to you.” That was the expected answer. That was how the rules worked Being in the lineage of gods, the pharaoh held supremacy over everything. People were even expected to sacrifice their lives for their godly ruler.

Yami stepped even closer, forcing the priest to get a face full of the king’s flimsy skirt. “And what is that supposed to mean to me?” He asked the priest. Seto frowned. This was one of the reasons why he’d never liked the pharaoh. The man acted too haughty and elite. He was always acting as though he knew everything, always asking people annoying questions just to prove his omniscience. He only asked to egg people on to the very edge of annoyance. At least that’s what it did to Seto.

“It means that my life is yours to command.” The young priest explained tersely.

“It means I can command you to do anything I wish?”

The high priest felt a rush of panic and anxiousness, but he was forced to answer, to do otherwise would cause the pharaoh suspicion. “Anything.” He agreed, wondering what sort of trap the pharaoh was setting.

“Anything?”

Seto bit his lip in frustration, trying to refrain from becoming hostile. Why did the pharaoh taunt him so? It was already bad enough that he had to kneel, speak lies and be docile as if he really cared about the pharaoh at all.

“Yes, anything.” He bit out.

There was a long, drawn out pause as the high priest waited for his pharaoh to respond. Seto flinched in surprise when he felt a soft, hand caress the side of his face and then grab his chin, forcing him to look up.

“Have you ever had a lover, Seto?” It was the first time Yami had ever used Seto’s first name.

“Of course not!” He cried out in outrage, almost appalled at veryvery thoughte jee jerked his head back, pulling away from Yami’s warm touch. He watched as Yami’s glossy lips uplifted into an amused smile. The man stooped a bit to look Seto directly in the eyes.

The priest held his breath. People usually stayed a few feet from the pharaoh, for his safety as well as for respect. Even the vizier had never been within arms distance of the great pharaoh. Now, the high priest was barely an inch away from his face!

Even Seto couldn’t deny it; compared to other men, the young ruler was incredibly handsome. His face was tan, smooth, with large crimson eyes. He had long lashes that hardly needed any kohl to darken, and a small, delicate nose and mouth. Even his body was flawless-- a beautiful bronze-brown with sleek and lean muscles-- making his stature confident and authoritative. Seto, who considered the pharaoh his arch enemy, couldn’t even deny the fact that Yami had taken his breath away for a brief moment. Yami exuded such a powerful aura. He was truly divine after all.

“You cannot believe how happy you’ve made me,” Yami spoke softly. His breath brushed against Seto’s lips and the priest licked his lips in response. “Knowing that I will be the first to bed you.”

“W-what?!” The high priest flinched back, blue eyes wide in surprise and horror. The pharaoh took advantage of the dropped jaw and dipped his head, pressing his lips against his priests’.

Seto, at first, was too surprised to do anything. He’d never even had a kiss before. He couldn’t grasp the fact that he was being kissed… by the pharaoh of all people! Only when he felt Yami’s slick tongue press against his closed lips did he pull away rather violently, stumbling back against the tiled floor.

“What are you doing?!” He cried in disbelief. But rather than wiping away the feel of the pharaoh’s soft lips against his own with the back of his hand, Seto unconsciously darted his tongue out to sweep over his puffed lips.

“I think you are smart enough to know exactly what I’m doing.” Yami spoke with a twinkle in his scarlet hued eyes. He stepped forward and pulled the silly metal hat off the priest, letting it fall and clang loudly against the floor. “Get on the bed... or were you lying to me when you said, ‘anything’?”

The voice was mocking. Seto’s jaw clenched in frustration. He really had no choice though. The young priest made his way stiffly toward the down feather cushions, sat on the edge with a rigid back, and glared at the king through his brown bangs.

“You mean to demote me to be one of your sex slaves now?” The high priest asked; a tint of bitterness hung in his question.

“Don’t be silly.” Yami almost said it with a laugh. The priest was almost too cute with the pout and sullen attitude. He came over and proceeded to undress his soon-to-be lover, unclasping the gold jewelry and tugging off the light fabric of his clothes, leaving the man quite bare. The pharaoh saw Seto’s hands clench slightly at his sides and the strain in the man’s fine jaw. Yami caressed the smooth cheek. “You don’t have to be afraid.” He soothed. “I’ll be gentle.”

“That’s not the point.” The high priest growled, annoyed at how Yami could act like everything was all right when it obviously wasn’t so. “I don’t understand.” He frowned. “Why are you doing this?” This wasn’t the standard procedure for interrogating suspects.

“Because, ever since I saw you-- your proud, haughty stature, your slim figure teasing me behind that thin material of clothing.” Yami explained as he rested his hands on Seto’s rounded shoulders and pushed the man to lie back against the soft cushions. “--Ever since I saw your brilliant, blue eyes and pretty, pouty lips, I was unexplainably attracted to you.”

Seto could smell the king’s scent all over the sheets. His nostrils flared at the thick, spicy aroma. It was a mixture of the pharaoh’s own natural musk and the perfumed oils that made his tan skin so soft and smooth. He felt his body temperature rise suddenly with a whiff of the clean smell.

Yami crawled over to loom above him. “I want to make that haughty expression of yours disappear. I want to see your face wearing something other than contempt.” He brushed the priest’s unorthodox hair out of the way.

“But why me? You have so many concubines in your harem that you haven’t even seen some of them yet!”

“Because you were the hardest to get.” Yami answered simply. “Because it’s natural for people to want things they can’t have. Now, no more talking.” He shushed. Yami tipped his head down and claimed Seto’s lips with a soft kiss. Again, the priest flinched, but trapped between the bed and the pharaoh, he had no where to go. With a hand, Yami reached down, cupped the back of Seto’s neck, forcing the man’s head to fall back and allow the pharaoh to delve between the slightly parted lips.

Seto wanted to struggle and fight back… At least his mind wanted to; his body was another story thought wat was overwhelmed by the senses-- the king’s warmth and touch, his smell, even his taste. He felt himself responding to the pharaoh’s talented mouth. Their tongues slid against each other in exploration. There was sucking and nibbling along with an occasional soft moan. When Yami pulled back for a small gasp of air, Seto instinctively raised his head to capture the king’s soft lips again, not wanting it to end just yet.

By the time the pharaoh closed his lips, sealing the kiss, and drew back, Seto was panting and his face was flush from exertion. The high priest closed his eyes with a pleased sigh and rested his head back against the pillow. He should have been disgusted with swallowing another person’s saliva, but Yami had tasted so sweet. The god-ling tasted exotic and rare, like the richest wine in all of the city and for miles around.

The pharaoh placed illicit kisses along the priest’s slender neck, touching a ticklish spot and making Seto squirm. He trailed kisses down to the collar bone and the priest’s skin was covered in goose bumps despite the warm, heavy weather. Yami sat up, straddling the man’s abdomen. “You’re so sensitive, Seto.” He observed, moving to touch the priest’s face again. Trailing his finger down the pale body, the pharaoh drew random patterns along the man’s heated skin, down the pulse at his neck, across his chest and abdomen, around a brown, dusky nipple…

With a playful smirk, Yami grasped a nipple between thumb and middle finger and gave it a rather cruel twist and pull. Seto gave a hiss of pain and glared up at his sadist pharaoh. The king only chuckled a bit, bouncing slightly atop the young man before sidling down and laving the abused nipple with his tongue. The priest tossed his head to a side as his pharaoh’s hot mouth suckled until the small nub was hard as a small pebble. As soon as the Yami thought the nipple had had enough teasing, he leaned over to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

Seto gave a strangled moan. He arched into the touch, feeling Yami’s, warm hands run down his sides as well. Lifting his hips he brushed his erection along the side of the pharaoh’s muscular thigh, the conservative priest blushed furiously when he’d met a hardness matching his own. Yami didn’t hold back and lowered his hips, allowing the two hard lengto gro grind against each other. Seto gave a startled cry at the warm friction. His hands scrambled for something to hold, and he moved his arms overhead to grip the pillow below his head for leverage as his body moved by itself, lifting up again, searching for that pleasurable feeling again.

Yami smiled around the nipple and raised himself to look down at his lover. “Are you sure you are a virgin?” He asked with a quirk of his lips. “You’re body certainly seems to know what it’s doing.”

Seto glowered at the pharaoh, quite an accomplishment seeing how he was nude and open rather powerlessly. “I am.” He insisted. His blue eyes darted toward the wall to avoid the pharaoh’s gaze. “You’re just doing something to me.”

Oh, the feeling of hate was still there, along with jealousy, rivalry, and frustration, but they had all been put aside for pleasure. Seto had never before felt a simple touch, a simple caress or lick that had ever made him feel so good. For the moment, he’d simply forgotten his lifetime goal-- to defeat the pharaoh in a duel of the Dark Arts.

Yami had scooted down between the man’s long legs and forced them apart. Seto’s erection was hard and throbbing in front of him. It was very tempting to lean over and give it a taste, but he wasn’t quite done teasing the young man yet. The area was shaven clean as was ritually common for holy men in order to remain pure. Seto had kept the hair on his head, a rather rebellious act for a priest, but he still practiced the other rituals, Yami discovered with much appreciation. Placing his palms underneath the firm buttocks, the pharaoh raised the priest’s hips, spreading his legs, and Seto’s cheeks stained red with embarrassment.

“Am I ‘doing something’ to you in a good way?” Yami asked the priest. His voice had gone rather low and husky.

Seto didn’t really want to answer. He didn’t want to a tha that the pharaoh had some sort of power over him, but he didn’t want the pleasurable feelings to stop and the pharaoh had no intentions of continuing until he had an answer. Seto closed his eyes, ashamed of himself and his weakness, as he nodded tersely in affirmation.

“Ah. That’s very… good to know.” The pleased pharaoh murmured.

He tensed as he felt the pharaoh’s warm breath brush along his sensitive skin. It caressed his hard cock and he shivered in anticipation of whatever the pharaoh was planning to do. Something warm and wet touched his fleshy sac and the priest’s body jolted slightly in shock. The king was lapping at the hanging pouch, wetting it with saliva. Seto felt his cock surge in response. A trail of fluid began to trickle out the head of his cock, proving just how arousing the king’s action was.

Yami heard the priest gasp. He felt the man’s body grow taut as he opened his mouth and sucked on the soft, globular sac, rolling it in his mouth with his tongue. He looked up, watching as Seto tossed his head, unprepared for the attack. The priest’s chest was heaving as he gasped for air. Yami sucked just a fraction harder and the priest gave a soft cry.


By now, Seto was so aroused he hurt. Flailing legs in the air, his hips squirmed to find some sort of relief. On instinct, he bit his lip and reached down to touch himself in hopes of getting rid of the ache; But as soon as his finger even grazed the turgid length, it was quickly slapped away.

“You needn’t be so greedy, Seto.” Yami teased, lowering the priest’s legs and sitting up. As soon as the king stopped touching him, Seto made a sound of disappointment in the back of his throat and looked at him with a displeased expression.

“Stop. Teasing. Me.” He ground out. It was as close to admitting surrender as Yami would ever get from the high priest. “You’ve already got me where you want. Do you really need to torture me so?”

“Torture?” The pharaoh raised a blond eyebrow. “You think this is torture?”

“You’re driving me mad!” Seto cried, tired of the mental game. “Do something!” He didn’t want to talk anymore. He wanted Yami’s hands on his body; Seto wanted the man’s tender lips against his skin; his warm breath to caress his skin; his body heat sharing his own; anything but more talking!

The pharaoh grabbed him, forcing him to sit up. “What a demanding lover you’re turning out to be.” He spoke with a chuckle. Seto was about to retort, upset with all the teasing, but his mouth opened and only a sigh came out. Yami had moved around to scoot up, flush behind him, and reached to his frount to tweak the previously tormented nipple. His other hand reached down to wrap around Seto’s engorged cock.

“Yes.” Seto hissed, feeling immediate relief. “Touch me!”

“Very demanding.” He heard the pharaoh’s reaffirming murmur behind him. The hand around his erection tightened fractionally and began to pump at a slow, lazy pace. It felt good. Yes, gods, it felt wonderful, but it was obviously not enough to bring him to climax. The high priest wanted to cry out in frustration. This was only more of the pharaoh’s horrible torture.

Yami brushed his thumb across the wet slit on the head of the erection, smearing the pre-cum around. Seto moaned, throwing his head back slightly and slitting his blue eyes. The pharaoh could not believe how responsive the young priest was turning out to be. The man was usually quiet, cold, and passive. Now, he was more passionate and wanton than any other lover Yami had ever had!

“Have you ever touched yourself?” Yami asked out of curiosity. He rested his lips against the nape of the priest’s neck, tasting the tang of salty sweat.

Seto closed his eyes, feeling his cheeks heat once more as he shook his head. It wasn’t something he’d really cared for. It wasn’t something he needed in order to survive. Sex was frivolous. Before, he’d hardly ever even gotten aroused! Only now did he learn how much he was missing out on. Seto was truly a virgin in every sense. What a gift Yami had in his lap!

The pharaoh sped his strokes, squeezing and pulling at the hardness in his hand. The othand and splayed against Seto’s chest, feeling the man’s thundering heart beat pounding within.

Yes! Seto settled his head back onto the king’s strong shoulder and gasped in relief. It felt like there were coils in his body, tightening with each stroke. He felt his hips strain upwards, thrusting into the warm palm. How could such a simple touch of skin bring so much pleasure?

The priest’s body tried to retain all the sensations it felt; the heavy sun beating on the two lovers; Yami’s warm, excited breath against his neck; the man’s hard body pressed tightly against his; and especially that lovely hand, trying to milk his very soul out.

Seto strained, thrashing against his king. He reached for the flimsy, silken sheets trying to hold onto his self-control, but it was futile. Yami’s hand added a twist, tightening and relaxing at intervals. The hand at his chest moved down the cradle Seto’s extended sac, coaxing the priest to give in.

Seto could not resist against such an assault.

Yami felt his priest’s body tense as taut as the finest bow. He saw the flushed, handsome face scrunch up, eyes shut tight as though in pain, but the pharaoh knew it was anything but that. Seto’s mouth hung open in a mute scream as he came in long, hot, milky spurts, all over the pharaoh’s fist and onto the smooth sheets. The coil inside had reached it limit and finally exploded. He braced himself against the king’s body as he rode the ripples of pleasure. His throat hurt with each gasp of air. His senses felt to acute at the moment, he thought he even heard his hammering heart beat in his ears.

When his orgasm had finally subsided, Seto sagged bonelessly against the firm body behind him. Body lurching with every breath, he blinked at the white plaster ceiling as if in a daze. His first orgasm. He thought he had almost died.

Yami placed gentle kisses against his sweaty forehead. He had enjoyed the show immensely and sought to tell his lover so. “I am so delighted to be the first person ever to see you reach climax.” He murmured huskily into Seto’s ear before nibbling at the tender lobe. Seto was in no condition to think of a witty or even comprehensible reply, so he remained silent as the pharaoh soothed his body, returning him to reality. “You have no idea how breathtaking you are.” Yami spoke softly. “You looked so raw in the throes of passion.” He paused, thinking, then continued. “In fact, I would appreciate an encore perform.” .”

Seto jumped slightly when he felt something wet press against the opening of his anus. “What are you doing?!” He asked in surprise. Yami was using the priest’s own slick semen as lubrication to force in a slender finger.

“Preparing you.” The pharaoh answered throatily, with eagerness.

Seto grimaced as he felt the digit enter. It wasn’t so much painful as it was just… odd. “I don’t…” he began to protest unc uncertainty, but the young king silenced him by grabbing hold of his chin and forcing him into another, passionate kiss.

Any protest he’d been thinking had simply vanished.

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When Seto opened his eyes again, the sun had gotten considerably lower, casting a red glow about the room. He shifted and groaned as an annoying throb pulsed in lower parts of his body, reminding him where he was and what had happened. The high priest was aware of an arm wrapped loosely around his waist and he turned around to face the owner.

Yami was slumbering peacefully without a single wrinkle or mar on his face. His skin practically glowed in the sunlit room. The young priest stared at him for a long while-- the face was so peaceful and falsely innocent.

It seemed that, in the time of a few hours, something between the two had changed monumentally. Their underlying, meager relationship had evolved into something big, something complex and almost frightening. After a silent moment, Seto gave into impulse and leaned over slightly to take advantage of the pharaoh’s vulnerable state. He kissed Yami softly and quickly before pulling out of the loose embrace and climbing out of bed.

His body ached. His throat felt rather dry and sore from all the noise he’d been making. His emotions were just a huge mess at the moment… But Seto didn’t regret a single moment… even if it had meant a moments weakness against the king. He ignored the pain lancing down his backside as he bent to retrieve his discarded clothing. Seto made his way out of the chamber quietly, carefully trying not to awaken the pharaoh. He wasn’t in the mood for a conversation, worse yet, another round of sex.

Nevertheless, despite Seto’s attempt to remain stealthy, Yami cracked open a scarlet hued eye and watched the man’s retreating back.

Owari.