Enslavement

First Things First: I entered this in Crimsonvioleteye’s challenge. Not sure if I’ll win, but hey, this is what I could come with. And I dedicate this to her, thanks CVE for all your love and support... I appreciate your guidence as I embark on this Seto/Yami thing. I’ve never tried writing an Ancient Egypt fic before, but I did my research. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. I tried to make the lemon as steamy as possible. And it’s definitely a change from my first Seto/Yami fic, which by the way there will be a sequel to. (Shameless plug…lol)

Disclaimer: I own no Yugioh


Summary: The pharaoh’s advisors are worried that his choice for High Priest, Seth, is plotting against him. The pharaoh tells his consultants that he will deal with the matter on his own. And swiftly summons Seth to his bedchambers. But things are not always as they would appear.

Enslavement


His gold trimming flickered from his white cap as he walked over to his associates. “I did not realize my advisors had called a meeting. I most certainly was not informed.” The four men in question all dropped to their knees in respect and fear. “Is there a reason you have chosen to speak about me behind my back, or are you nothing more than conspirators?” The pharaoh’s crimson eyes studied the kneeled figures with aggravation.

“Would one of you like to answer my question?” Thng ong of Games was growing angrier with each passing moment. “Would you like to explain what is going on here, Jou?”

Jou made no movement to stand but answered, “I will answer any questions you ask of me, great pharaoh, supreme gift of the gods…”

“Enough. I am in no mood for ass kissing.” Atemu sighed. “Stand up.” Jou did, but kept his head bowed respectfully. Even his advisors feared to look him in the eyes. He had heard the rumors. People often spoke of his crimson eyes in amazement, saying that to look at them directly would anger the gods. He didn’t understand them himself, he figured the gods had made them so, and it was not his place to question their divine judgment.

He sighed to himself. He was not really angry with his advisors. He trusted them fully, which was why he had appointed them in the first place. He was angry that his judgment was being questioned. He was pharaoh. A god on Earth. He knew full well what he was doing.

“What was it you were talking about, Jou?”

“Seth, my dearest Pharaoh.”

“Concerning what?”

“We were talking about his behavior during the Dark Arts competition our beloved Pharaoh held recently. We were speaking about his open defiance of you. Seth has violated many of our sacred rules, not just within the priesthood, but also as a royal council member.”

“Do you think I am unaware of his actions or behavior, Jou?” Jou swallowed. Why was he being questioned? Why did he have such horrid luck? “I believe I just asked you a question.”

“We do not doubt that you are aware of the situation. We were simply meeting in order to better advise you as to what to do about it.”

“Have I EVER asked for your advise in that matter?” Atemu could feel his temper flaring. He was calm and collected most of the time, like a coiled snake in a basket. But if approached he would strike anything in his way.

“We were concerned for your safety. There is talk that Seth has been plotting against you. We do not wish to see our pharaoh betrayed.”

“Talk of Seth plotting against me. Is that so? Has someone found him speaking with others to bring about my downfall? From the way I see it, the only people plotting are my advisors.”

“With all due respect, Pharaoh, we had nothing but your best interest at heart. We know that he has been inside your bedchambers, perhaps he has studied the layout in order to better inform a hired assassin. You have allowed him to come on all your trips. He has been allowed to see things that he had no right to see. He is the youngest sem-priest we have ever had. Seth has mentd tod to many people that he does not favor you. He has spoken ill of you on many occasions.”

Atemu’s crimson orbs darkened. “So say you all?” he asked, trying to keep what little control he had left in check.

“Yes, dear Pharaoh,” the others answered on cue. Seth was becoming a problem. He had thought he could pretend it didn’t exist. But it was now becoming noticeable to others. He got away with far too much. Perhaps it was time to speak with Seth again.

“So be it. You may rise.” The others did so,o keo keeping their heads bowed. “I am appreciative of your concern for my well being. You are right; Seth has overstepped his boundaries on numerous occasions. He is disrespectful and defiant. I have looked the other way because he has performed all of his duties. I will speak with him immediately. You are all dismissed.”

“Yes, Pharaoh.” He watched as his advisors headed out of the room.

“Escort Seth to my suite after my bath.” One of his personal bodyguards nodded. Atemu left the room, his guards following at an acceptable distance behind him.

Sometimes he felt like a priest. He enjoyed bathing at least three times a day the same way a hem netier did. He smirked to himself. Seth didn’t make a very typical servant of the god. Indeed, the thought that as high priest he was supposed to be the “First Prophet of the God” made his defiance that much more disturbing.

It was true that as High Priest his role was merely ceremonial. But he was in charge of overseeing sacred ceremonies. And he was expected to advise the pharaoh. He had never seemed to like that job very much. Anytime Atemu asked Seth for his opinion during council meetings Seth always replied that the pharaoh would be well advised to formulate his own opinion.

He had refused to shave his head bald, which was certainly unacceptable. Everything about Seth annoyed him. Everything. He would speak to him tonight. Although he knew that nothing would be resolved. Seth and him had talked at lengths before. And nothing changed.


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One of Atemu’s slaves finished dressing her master and asked if there was anything else she could do for him. Atemu dismissed her without thought. He didn’t mind that his slaves oiled his body. But he enjoyed applying kohl to his face himself. He picked up his delicate glass instrument and dabbed the rounded end into the black eye makeup. When he was satisfied he perfumed himself and went to see if his bodyguards had fetched Seth for him.

“We have brought him as you requested, Pharaoh,” his senior bodyguard explained.

“Thank you. You may leave us now. Please make sure there is no one in this wing of the palace and secure the doors as you leave. I will not require your presence.”

“As you so wish, Great One.” Seth didn’t try to hide his disgust as he made a face. Atemu spotted it but said nothing.

As the bodyguard exited, Seth dropped to his knees. He would kneel, as he was supposed to, but he would be damned if he were going to do it in front of a bodyguard. “You have requested my council?”

“Yes. I have.” Atemu circled Seth, but said nothing until he was done. “You may stand. We will speak on the balcony. The air is pleasant tonight.” Seth stood up and followed. The pharaoh looked out on his kingdom. He did not look at Seth as he continued, “Do you know why I have asked you here?”

“No, Pharaoh.”

“My advisors were speaking. They have told me they believe you are conspiring against me. They have mentioned your open contempt for me. They are convinced you will eventually betray your king.”

“Is that how you feel, Pharaoh?” Atemu didn’t respond, nor look at Seth. “I believe I asked you question, Yami.”

“You will not address me so casually, nor will you demand answers from me.” Atemu turned to look at Seth. They made eye contact, Seth’s dazzling blue eyes locked with his. “I am through with your defiance. You take my kindness for weakness. But I will no longer tolerate anything but complete compliance from you.”

“Is that so? And what will the great all-powerful yuugi-oh do if I refuse? Will you revoke my title, will you kill me for treason?”

“It is inappropriate to ask me questions. I do not know why you think you can speak to me such, but this is your last formal warning. My punishment will be swift.”

“Why are you so frightened of me? You honestly think I have plotted against you, Pharaoh?”

“What did I just say?” Atemu’s temper was back. He could feel it spike. Seth had a way of getting under his skin. “Others have noticed your behavior. I will not have people questioning my authority. I do not care if such people are my high priests or not.”

“You must not really believe I have plotted against you. Either that or you have underestimated me.” Atemu narrowed his eyes. Seth leaned over the balcony casually. “Why would you empty this wing? At least you could have posted bodyguards directly outside your bedchambers, but you dismissed every person and slave from the area. No one will be able to come to your aid if you are to need it.”

“Is there a reason I will need someone’s aid, Seth?” Seth smirked, but did not look at him. “Answer me!”

“It was simply an observation. I would hate to think something unfortunate would befall our beloved god-ling.” Seth had always been cocky, but now he was being downright smug. Seth turned to look at Atemu. Atemu took a step away from the balcony. Seth read Atemu’s body language easily. “If I had wanted to push you over it, it would have been done by now. Besides, hypothetically, if I did want to kill you, there are better ways to go about it.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. What you need to understand is, that if I wanted to kill you, it would happen. Nothing would stop me, and no threatening on your part would dissuade me.” Atemu made a face. He knew he should never allow someone to talk to him like this. But Seth had been doing it since they met. There was no stopping the contemptible priest now.

He would play this little “what if” game some more, it amused him. If Seth thought he could intimidate him he was dead wrong.

“I wonder, Seth, how would you go about my murder. Would you hire an assassin?” Seth smiled at his pharaoh, an unreadable look on his face.

“No. I would take more satisfaction in watching you die by my own hands.”

“Would you slip poison into my wine?” Crimson eyes locked with sapphire.

“No. I want instant results, I could end up waiting a while for you to finish your wines.”

“Would you take my breath away while I slept?” Seth’s smile turned more devilish.

“No. I would enjoy implementing something more drastic.” Atemu made a face.

“And what would you do after you kill me.”

“You have not yet produced an heir. So I will explain to the royal council that I will succeed you. It was your last dying wish, and the gods have spoken to me and told me that it must be so.”

“What you speak is blasphemy.”

“I’d say blasphemy is the least of my worries.”

“I have had enough of this conversation. You have heard me. You may leave me now.” Atemu turned away from Seth. Just as he had known, Seth would not listen to him. He wished he could do something about him. But he couldn’t. And worse of all, Seth knew it. Why had the gods cursed him so?

He didn’t bother to turn around as he repeated, “You may leave now, Seth. Your presence is no longer required. This conversation has finished.”

“I’m afraid I’m not quite done yet, Atemu.” Atemu flinched at the sound of his first name. He spun around to scold his sem-priest, and caught the gleam of the blade in the pale moonlight. “Does this look familiar to you?” Atemu’s eyes narrowed. “It is the knife you gave me as a gift when you appointed me to the high priest position.” Atemu swallowed hard.

Seth showed him more of the handle, revealing the detailed engravings.

“Do you recognize your present, dear Pharaoh?”

“Yes.” Atemu stood very still, unsure of what Seth could possibly be planning. “Why have you chosen to bring it to my bedchambers?”

“I wanted to see if you remembered it. You seemed so sure of your decision to appoint me to the position last harvest season. But now your advisors have tainted your opinion of me.”

“You have proven that you do not favor me. I have seen it in your eyes, High Priest. You cannot deny that you hold contempt for me.”

“Indeed. I do hold contempt for you. I am annoyed by your very being, Pharaoh. And I pity your people, for having you as their savior from the darkness that threatens our nation.”

“How dare you!” Atemu approached Seth, no longer caring that the other male held a knife. “You have defied me for the very last time.”

“Perhaps you are right, dear Pharaoh. I highly doubt you will live to see me defy you again.” Atemu’s eyes flickered and at once he found himself in Seth’s grasp.

“You have no right to touch me without permission…”

“I also have no right to do this either.” Seth held the blade to Atemu’s neck. Atemu gasped, as he felt the blade press against his sensitive throat. His back was to Seth’s chest, and despite the brunet’s firm grip on him, he could feel the taller priest’s heart pounding. He was as nervous about this as the pharaoh was.
“How does it feel, Pharaoh? How does it feel to know that your life is about to be taken from you?” Seth allowed his hand to trail down the pharaoh’s waist, dipping it past his kilt, microcosmic sensations coursing through Atemu’s body.

Atemu’s body reacted to the touch immediately…every hair on his body came to a point. He was at Seth’s complete mercy. But he had to think fast or his priest would completely get the upper hand.

“I will see you have a funeral fit for a king, Pharaoh.” Seth laughed cruelly.

Atemu squirmed. “Release me at once. And maybe I’ll be merciful and give you a painless execution.”

“It is such a shame nobody is within shouting distance to hear you scream, Pharaoh. I can end your existence right now.” Atemu could feel his breath hitch in his throat, he could feel his heart slamming in his ribcage. “No one would find out until it was much too late…”

Seth’s body shifted so that Atemu was forced to be pressed completely against the taller priest. “I’m going to relish your demise, King of Games,” Seth explained, his finger tracing Atemu’s jaw line.

“You don’t have it in you. You would have done it by now.”

“Don’t be so sure about that.” Seth licked the shell of Atemu’s ear, then leaned in to whisper, “I am like a cat, Pharaoh. I like to play with my prey before I kill it.” Atemu swallowed, his body perspiring profusely. Every part of him felt on fire. Each part that came into contact with his high priest betrayed him, heating up and causing him to want to swoon, as he squirmed slightly.

“If you intend to kill me, then do it. Do not stand here with your idle threats. I have never feared you, I will not begin to now.”

“I will give you reason to fear me.” Seth’s lips came into contact with his neck and Atemu had to force back a moan. This was thrilling him, being this close to his assassin. “I have imagined this moment for quite some time. There are so many delicious ways to cause you suffering. I hardly know where to begin.”

With a sudden push Atemu went flying onto his bed. He rolled over so he was on his back and sat up. Seth stalked over to him, the knife still gleaming. “You are quite fetching sprawled out like that, Great One.” Atemu suddenly realized his legs were spread in a revealing way as he slinked back towards his decorative headboard. He made no move to change anything as he continued to slide back.

Seth crawled onto the bed just as Atemu got to the end.

“It seems you’re out of options. This is the end for you.”

“You will never get away with this…” Atemu whispered, his heart rate only increasing.

“Get away with this? I already have.” The sable haired priest crawled until he was between the pharaoh’s outstretched legs. “Any last requests?”

“What happened to you “playing with me” first?” Red-wine eyes locked with ice. Seth could not help but smirk.

“Would you like me to play with you, Pharaoh?” Seth asked in a deeper-than-usual voice.

Atemu resisted the urge to blurt out “Ra yes”. It was not a question of want… it was a question of need… Atemu needed Seth. Now.

“I will grant your request, Pharaoh. I shall allow you to live as long as I am kept entertained.”

“How so?”

Seth smiled an answer, his blue eyes twinkling with desire. “Perhaps it would be fitting to play a game. You are the King of Games, are you not?”

“If I agree to your game and win…”

“No. You will not win, because it is not that type of game. And once I become bored with you I will finish you off.”

“What is this game of yours then?”

“We will play make-believe. Let us pretend that I am the great ruler of Egypt, and you, dear Atemu, are my favorite pleasure slave.”

Atemu’s eyes blazed with something between lust and hunger, and grew incredibly darker. “Be reduced to a sex slave, Seth? You should kill me now then.” Even as Atemu said the words his voice betrayed him.

Seth leaned over, his hot breath tickling the fine hairs on the smaller pharaoh’s skin as the priest asked, “Are you really ready to meet the gods?” Then Seth traced the outline of the other’s chin with the blade from ear to ear.

“Release me…”

“I would like release too.” Atemu found his face grow warm. He did not want to give in to Seth this way…but these were the terms of their game. A game he wanted to play. Why did he put himself in these situations? “What would you like to do, Pharaoh? Would you like to die, or would you like to live?”

“You shall be the one to die, Seth…”

Seth read Atemu’s facial expression effortlessly, and within seconds, Seth pounced, pinning Atemu’s lips with his own. Atemu moaned at the contact. He melted into his high priest, their lips becoming one as the kiss deepened. He could feel Seth’s tongue exploring his moist cavern, feel it tangle itself up with his. Seth pulled away gently, Atemu’s eyes half-lidded.

“I’ll take it you have chosen life.”

Atemu looked at him with cloudy eyes, his brain still fuzzy from the kiss. What did Seth have planned for him? Atemu’s mind scrambled. The thought of being a slave, a sex slave, was ridiculous, but he wanted the upper hand, and perhaps he’d go along with Seth’s little game so he could get the opportunity to strike.

Seth cleared his throat. Atemu looked at him. “You will remove your clothes. You will have no use for them.” He hesitated for a moment. “You can remove them yourself, or I will remove them with your present.” Seth showed him the knife still in his hands.

Atemu did as he was told, feeling a deep crimson blush creep over his skin as Seth watched his every move. He knew Seth admired his bronze skin, his body was still glowing from the oil from after his bath. His elaborate outfit was thrown to the ground as he took off everything until all he was left with was his kilt.

“Atemu.” Atemu swallowed and removed his last line of defense. His penis pulsating at the feel of the cool air hitting the now exposed flesh. He was already rock hard, if Seth chose to tease him he would be so hard that he’d be in pain. He would do as he was told, and when Seth’s guard was completely down he would make his move.

“You will obey all of my instructions, and if you do not you will be spanked. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” Seth gave Atemu a look. “Master.”

He said nothing as he watched Seth get off the bed. “Let us begin then, Atemu. And for your sake, let us hope that I remain entertained.”

Atemu looked at Seth silently, unsure what to think. “Come to me, Atemu…it is time you undress your master.” Atemu slipped off the bed and barely took two steps towards Seth when the husky voiced priest stopped him. “Crawl, slave.”

Atemu’s look was one of pure need. He was too worked up from the kiss to complain. There was a burning feeling inside of him. And he needed Seth to put the fire out. Swallowing hard, Atemu crawled to Seth, his head bowed submissively. He could not believe he was doing this. But he knew the effort would be well worth it.

“Now, Atemu, remind me why it is you are my favorite and most skilled slave.” Atemu made eye contact and without a word he stood up and began disrobing his master for the evening. He was pharaoh, a god-ling, and he was being forced to do unspeakable things to this sem-priest. The thought made him ache all the more.

He carefully removed Seth’s tunic and kilt, his hands molesting the flesh as he exposed it. He smiled seductively, as he watched and felt Seth’s reaction to the contact. It was clear Seth was enjoying himself, the boyish grin lining his mouth, the little murmurs of satisfaction as the clothes dropped to the floor with a silent thud.

“What does my master require of me now, Seth?” Atemu asked, knowing that a slave was never to look in his master’s eyes. He kept his eyes on Seth’s chest, the skin pulled taunt over the perfectly shaped and chiseled muscles.

“On your knees, that is a slave’s true place.” Atemu dropped to his knees and nuzzled an exposed thigh. He didn’t wait for the next instruction and took Seth into his mouth with no effort. Seth moaned in satisfaction… pleased things were going so well. He had expected Atemu to protest, but he had been more than willing. Seth let the knife drop onto the floor as Atemu relaxed his throat muscles enough so he could take more of his master into his mouth.

Seth went pretty hard on the pharaoh, shoving his penis in and out of Atemu’s moist oral cavity. Atemu didn’t seem to mind in the least, of course if he did he wasn’t saying anything. Then again not much could be said with Seth’s length lodging itself down his throat fairly rhythmically. Atemu swallowed around Seth when he didn’t choke or sputter too much; it didn’t seem the priest wanted much else from him. Occasionally Atemu got in a lick or two, but mainly he just swallowed.

Seth moaned in pleasure as he watched the lithe body crouched in front of him suck him off. Atemu’s throat muscles worked violently around his shaft, Seth couldn’t help but throw his head back in rapture. “You were born to do this, slave… your skills are unmeasured.” Atemu increased the pace, humming a little to himself for extra stimulation. The muted harmonies of Atemu’s voice ripped another groan from Seth.

It was not long before Seth released his seed into his mouth with force. Atemu tried to swallow all of it, wishing to savor every last drop of Seth’s semen. But there was too much of it, and he wasn’t really prepared. Some leaked out onto his chin.

As Seth rode his ecstasy to the end Atemu eagerly ate the rest of the sticky substance that didn’t make it into his mouth. Seth opened his eyes, just in time to watch the great and powerful pharaoh licking his fingers clean. The sight was enough to want to take Atemu right then. But he had other things in mind.

“On your feet, Slave,” Seth demanded in his best authoritarian voice. Atemu stood up, the desire in his eyes only increasing exponentially. “You have disobeyed me. So I will spank you.”

“How have I disobeyed you?”

“You did not swallow all of your master’s release.”

“You never said I had to.”

“I would have if you hadn’t anticipated my instruction and took matters into your own hands. Now over to the bed so I may administer your spanking.” Atemu flushed. Was Seth really going to spank him? Atemu crawled back over to the bed and waited until Seth told him to get into his lap.

“You must learn to follow the rules, Atemu. I am disappointed in your behavior.” The priest carefully rubbed the pharaoh’s exposed rear, and then suddenly he slapped it. It was not hard in the least, but Atemu yelped in shock.

“You will count each hit, if you miss a number I will start back at one. I cannot allow you to become distracted. But this way, you counting the hits will keep your mind on the pain.” With that being said, Seth hit Atemu again. Atemu said nothing. This game of theirs was going too far. He no longer wanted to engage in such degradation.

“I no longer want to play your game, Hem Netier.”

“I’m afraid you no longer have a choice in the matter, Pharaoh.”

“I demand this stop right now.”

Seth smacked him on the bottom hard. Atemu cried out. He repeated his actions three more times. “Now if you refuse to behave I can take other measures to insure my slave is acting appropriately. The choice is yours.” The pharaoh panted, his body aching with want. It didn’t help matters any that his arousal was rubbing against Seth’s. Seth hit him again.

He couldn’t believe the things he was doing. He sighed to himself.

“One.” Seth hit him again, it wasn’t a hard hit, but it was hard enough to sting. “Two.”

“I do this to you, Slave, so that you remember your place.” Another slap.

“Three.”

“I don’t like to hurt you, but it is the only way you won’t misbehave again.” The next slap was harder than the last.

“Four.”

“When we are finished here, you will thank me for teaching you this lesson. I am doing you a favor.” Seth’s hand came in contact with Atemu’s butt again.

“Five.” Another hit. “Six.” And another. “Seven.” And another. “Eight.”

“I enjoy disciplining you.” Seth hit him again.

“Nine.”

“And as far as I can tell, you enjoy it as well.” Atemu was hit again, hard.

“Ten.” His ass was on fire now, and his hard-on was trapped in between Seth’s legs. If he tried to squirm away, all Seth had to do was squeeze the tender appendage and cause him a pain far worse than the spanking. Besides, who was he kidding, he wanted the spanking. He was enjoying the spanking.

Another slap jolted him from his thoughts.

“Eleven.” A succession of four more slaps were dealt, each of the hits harder than any of the other hits before. “Fifteen,” Atemu panted, out of breath, in pain, and turned on.

Fire was erupting in his groin, his penis still being massaged by Seth’s legsnothnother slap.

“Sixteen…” Another. “Seventeen.” Another. “Eight…Eighteen.” Seth smirked, Atemu’s normally copper toned skin was now beet red, the pharaoh was squirming on him in wonderful ways, and he could tell in Atemu’s voice that he was quite worked up now. Seth smacked him as hard as he could. His pharaoh liked it hard.

“Nine….teen… Seth…please…” Seth answered Atemu’s pleas with a smack. “Tw-twenty…I can’t take this…I…please…” When Seth smacked him again, impossibly harder Atemu moaned. He was so worked up at this point he wasn’t sure what would happen if Seth continued. Seth cleared his throat. “Twenty-one.”

“We are close to the end of this, Slave… do not mess up now.” Seth accompanied his words with a harsh slap. Atemu moaned in appreciation.

“Twenty-two…” Atemu’s words trailed off to whimpers. Seth smirked, and hit Atemu again. ‘Twenty-three.”

“Two more, Great One.” A smack. Atemu’s pre-cum was leaking out of his tip, hard, he was twisting and turning on Seth’s lap. He could barely concentrate. He was that close to the edge.

“Twenty-four.” The final slap was it. Atemu couldn’t hold back anymore… he screamed his release on Seth’s lap, coming from the sensations of the friction on his member and the erotic game they were playing. White sparks flew out, coating the priest’s thighs as Atemu arched at his release. Seth flipped the pharaoh over, Atemu’s hissing at the contact of the fabric on his raw skin as he was slid off his sem-priest.

“You most definitely did not have permission to do that, did you, Pharaoh?” Atemu was moaning, still feeling dizzy from his orgasm.

“I did not my, Master. Perhaps you should punish me for my disobedience with a harsher punishment?” Seth smirked.

“Yes. And I will, first, however, I wish to play with you a bit more.” Seth leaned over, allowing his tongue to run over the pharaoh’s chest in small circles, before his tongue made it to Atemu’s mouth and got lost inside. Seth pressed against his slave hard, Atemu relishing in the feel of his high priest doing such things to him. This was wrong, in every way, and Atemu could never get enough of this.

He was already losing control of himself as his body writhed underneath the intimate kiss. A kiss so fierce, Atemu wondered if Seth’s intention was to kill him with the pleasure. The kiss intensified, both suffering from it, both of their bodies going numb at the contact. Seth broke the kiss off abruptly, his lungs crying for air.

“Get on your hands and knees and wait for me.” Atemu waited in the subdominant position on his hands and knees. He was already aroused again, wanting more contact with his lovely high priest. All his previous plans went out the window. He watched in hunger as Seth went over to his vanity and brought back the bottle of oil.

“You will learn what happens to slaves who do not ask permission to release.”

“Yes, Master,” Atemu answered, breathy.

“I will not go easy on you this time. Do you understand?” Atemu moaned a yes.

Seth had to be quick. Atemu was seconds from begging to be taken. Which would ruin their little game. Of course it would be nice to beat Atemu at something for once. Seth lubricated his fingers with the oil, Atemu wiggling his butt a little to give Seth better access to it. Seth entered one digit and Atemu was keening.

“Seth…oh Ra…please…”

“It is master, not Seth, Slave.”

“Please…I can’t…” Seth entered another finger, stretching his pharaoh as delicately as possible. It had been some time for him and he did not want to hurt him. “More…please…” Seth entered a third finger, doing this impossibly quick. His pharaoh was certainly worked up again. He bent his finger and Atemu screamed, that buried treasure inside of him being touched.

Seth pulled the three fingers out, only to add a forth as he thrust back in, roughly. A moan. Atemu’s channel was so warm… soon it was going to be moist with cum, a thought that made Seth’s penis throb.

“Gods…please….” Atemu squirmed some more, Seth pushing his oiled digits in and out of his body. Atemu moaned loudly, his penis pulsated on its own accord. Seth needed to hurry this along, didn’t he realize how badly he needed to release?

“Are you ready for your lesson, Pharaoh?”

“Yes…Gods, YES…” Seth pushed into him with one solid stroke, Atemu crying out the entire way. The walls of his lover’s tunnel accommodated him slowly as he pushed himself in to the hilt. He gave Atemu no time to adjust as he pulled out, only to push back into his tunnel with unrestricted ease. Atemu growled at the intrusion, as Seth thrust back in, impaling Atemu with his throbbing dragon and hitting the spot inside him that had him seeing stars.

“Do not moan like a bitch in heat. Take your punishment like a man!” Seth thrust back in again, Atemu screaming, immediately seeing white. It had been too long…he had no idea how he had managed without being taken by his lover. But now all the emotions were back, right on the surface. Atemu moaned as he felt Seth wrap his hand around his body and begin to stroke him. This enslavement would be the death of him, one of these days.

“Seth….sweet Anubis…I can’t take this…”

“You will take this…you will take it and you will love it, Slave!” He began pounding into his partner harder, faster, each stroke a direct hit…each hit sending a chill up Atemu’s spine and a moan from his throat. “You will never think to defy me again, when I am through with you…”

“Ahhhhhhhhh….Seth…please…please, Love…more…harder…” Atemu huffed violently in complete arousal, Seth’s ministrations on his shaft pulling him closer to the end. His arms gave out, his front half collapsing, Seth’s rigid piston ground into him at rapid speed. The new angle only increased the pleasure, as Seth got up onto his knees to complete his task.

“Seth…ahhhhhhh…Seth…I….Love, Love…please…I’m so…close…”

“Cry my name, Slave…”

Atemu’s senses were ultra-alert, he could see each individual jewel that was embedded in his headboard, he could taste the lingering flavor of Seth on his tongue, he could hear the sound of sweat-soaked flesh smacking as his raw behind was assaulted. He could smell the intoxicating aroma of his priest’s perfume. And he could feel his body trembling as each movement sent electricity through his body.

His climax now imminent, Atemu forced himself back up onto his elbows. Seth leaned in closer, driving himself deeper, his mouth went to Atemu’s ear, Seth nipping at it.

“So…close…”

“Release…show me your love…Yami…” The sound of his favorite nickname did it for him, and Atemu’s whole body shook. A blaze of emotions exploded as his passion spilled into the sweaty fist of his love. Atemu’s walls contracted, capturing Seth in a most incredibly amazing way. He gripped onto his love tightly, emptying himself into the body attached to him.

The world was a perfect nirvana for a moment, both lovers spent and basking in the after moment of their climaxes. Atemu’s eyes fluttered and he collapsed hard, the sensation too much for him. Seth smirked to himself. Atemu was always the weaker of the two when it came to these matters.

Seth got off the bed, shakily, and went to retrieve a lotion a healer had given his lover. Once he was back on his bed he massaged the mixture of oils onto his love’s backside to relieve any persistent discomfort before flipping Atemu onto his back.

Crimson eyes opened and then blinked. “What has happened, Seth?” he asked, still disorientated.

“As usual, you fainted.” Atemu replayed the last moments of his orgasm in his mind and smiled.

“Pick up the gift I gave you, Seth. I don’t want anything to happen to it.” Seth did as his lover asked, and looked at it for a moment. Before putting it on a table for safekeeping. “It was a nice touch, you were very convincing this time.”

Seth smiled warmly. “I am glad my pharaoh enjoyed it.”

“Anytime spent with you, Love, is enjoyable.” Seth slipped back onto the bed and allowed Atemu to kiss him gently. Now that the fire was extinguished Atemu’s voice returned to it’s usual tenor, and he was once again dominant and demanding. “Lay your head on my chest, Seth.” Seth complied.

“I am impressed with you, Atemu, you managed to hold out until the very end this time.”

“They do not call me the King of Games for nothing. I have always been better than you. It was only a matter of time before I bet you at this as well.”

“I am still the better lover, Yami.” Atemu smiled, kissing the top of the brunet’s head.

“And you always will be.” Seth sighed contently as he allowed the pharaoh to wrap his arms around him. “I am bound to you, forever. This is a form of slavery, Seth…I can never be without you, you are the missing piece that defines me. You are my gift from thes, Ss, Seth. My gift and my curse.”

“You would not have me any other way, Great One.”

“No.” Seth kissed Atemu’s favorite spot. “I must admit, your game within our game was most entertaining. I have never been a slave before.”

“You are good at it. We should try it more often.”

“Yes. And we will.”

“I didn’t think I could hold out. It’s been at least twelve moons since you allowed yourself to be taken. You were very tight.”

“Yes, we were overdue.” Seth kissed his neck again, feeling the sleep threatening to take him. He did not want to sleep now, he wanted to talk with his king. This was the only time he ever got to be himself around him, and they hadn’t had a chance to be together in too long. “Do you have to go to the temple at sun up?”

“No.”

“You will stay and eat with me? I cannot remember the last time I fed you.”

“If that is what my love wishes, then I shall stay.” Atemu hugged him closer to his naked form.

“Seth, you know that my advisors are really worried about you. They are convinced you will betray me. Perhaps you should tone down your defiance of me.”

“I will not. I will do as I please, and if you try to stop me I will do what I did to you the last time you attempted to put me in my place, Yami.” Atemu smirked. That last time had been very nice. Very nice indeed.

“Seth, you are a curse.”

“And don’t you forget that.”

“Sleep now, Love. You are tired, I can hear it in your voice.”

“I want to talk with you some more.”

“Not now. You are exhausted.” Seth had to admit he was. He settled himself more firmly on Atemu’s chest, allowing the heavy breathing and gentle heartbeat of his love to soothe him.

“I pleased you, Pharaoh?”

“Yes.”

“You know, you still owe me a punishment.”

“How so?”

“You did not ask to release the last time.” Atemu chuckled softly. Seth kissed his neck again.

“You are right, High Priest. You shall have to punish me next time.”

“Do not worry, I will.” Seth sighed contently as Atemu stroked his cheek.

“My love for you is eternal and forever.”

“As is mine. We shall be as one in this lifetime, and all others, until eternity.” With that said Seth nuzzled into Atemu’s neck and into a restful slumber. Atemu following him a moment or two later.

FIN

Author’s endnotes: So that’s it. Hope someone liked this. It’s rare for me to write a One-shot… but here it is. Review if you’d like. And alas, after Possession, the sequel to Rivals With Benefits I WILL be semi-retired as far as the Yami/Seto thing goes… I need a break… lol… but they’ll appear as a side plot to some future fics…. Thanks for reading this…now I must return to writing Beauty…