Temple Worship

Title: Temple Worship – 1/1

Author: Telpei

Pairing: Seto/Jou

Beta: Jennie B.

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I profit from the use of the characters in this story.

Summary: Jono brings a message to Seth summoning him immediately to the throne room of the Pharaoh, but they quickly get delayed with activities much more enticing than meeting with royalty...

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Jono was breathless when he reached the Temple of Anubis, but he didn’t pause to compose himself. He rushed through the gold-trimmed doorway and carefully sped past clusters of priests and priestesses as he made his way into the depths of the sanctuary. Reaching a pair of solid gold doors, he stopped just long enough to open them wide enough to accommodate his slender body. Slipping into the large room, he reverently closed the door behind him, and then moved a few feet towards the altar before falling to his knees in a reverent bow.

His messy bangs, bleached from exposure to the sun, fell into his face and obscured his eyes as he glanced around. As expected, the room’s sole occupant had yet to acknowledge his presence – though there was no doubt he had been noticed. “High Priest,” he finally spoke. “I apologize for the interruption, but Pharaoh requires your presence immediately.”

The tall brunet was silent and unmoving for several moments before he finally straightened and turned, his dangerous blue eyes narrowed into a threatening glare. He sneered, stepping down from the altar, away from the tall golden statues of a jackal-headed man and towards the Greek servant. “Pharaoh should know better than to interrupt my morning rituals,” he growled, coming to a stop just before the prone Jono. “Get up,” he ordered, feeling a familiar twitch in the pit of his abdomen as he let his eyes rake over the slave.

The blond’s skin was bronzed with a tan, and his body was well muscled from hours of manual work in the stables and around the palace. He wore a tunic made of flax, with a gold silk sash cinched around his waist. Circling his neck was a golden collar with a miniature Sennen Rod hanging in the hollow of his throat; the necklace left no doubt as to who had claimed ownership of the fair-haired male. On his right ear, a golden ankh dangled enticingly from the fleshy lobe. His russet eyes were dark with emotion as he looked up at the high priest with a shy demeanor.

Many suns had passed since Seth had last enjoyed the pleasures the Greek slave had to offer, having been occupied with menial tasks concerning Pharaoh’s birthday preparations. The spoiled king expected a huge feast and celebrations, and he wanted his trusted cousin to make any necessary arrangements. While splitting his time between his regular priestly duties and planning for the festivities, Seth had barely seen his beloved.

The brunet stared at Jono for several moments before taking a step closer to the fair haired Greek. As the distance grew smaller between them, the priest gave a knowing smirk when he saw a shudder of desire pass through his lover’s body. The taller male knew that Pharaoh would be angered if he ignored the summons Jono had brought, but Seth had never been one to worry about his cousin’s quick temper. A few moments could be spared before he made an appearance in the royal throne room, arrogant Pharaoh be damned.

Satisfied with his reasoning, Seth reached out and traced the collar that surrounded Jono’s elegant neck, his fingers sliding along the smooth skin and then tracing his collarbone. The blond shivered at the touch, but was hesitant to respond. Confusion flashed through his eyes, and he reluctantly voiced his opinion.

“H-high Priest, surely we must leave...Pharaoh will be waiting...” he protested, taking a small step away from his lover in an attempt to remove temptation.

“You should know best that I care not for Pharaoh’s meaningless whims,” Seth assured the blond, matching his step and maintaining a close distance between their bodies. “Have you any other concerns?” he asked, leaning forward and bringing their mouths together. Their moist lips caught briefly on each other, and a swipe of the brunet’s tongue lit a fire in the slave’s veins.

“Ahh...you would desecrate this sacred place?” Jono asked in a soft voice, his breath hot on his lover’s lips. “You risk angering the gods.”

Seth smirked, taking another step forward. One of his hands drifted down to rest on Jono’s thigh, sliding underneath the rough fabric of his short tunic and caressing the soft flesh. The blond stiffened in response, preparing to reject his lover’s touch. “And you would deny me what is mine?” the priest berated in a husky baritone. His other arm snaked around the blond’s waist and pulled their bodies together. Heat flared between them, and Seth watched with mild amusement as his lover bit his lip in restraint.

Jono barely hesitated before giving a quick shake of his head. “No. I would not,” he relented, circling his arms around his lover’s neck and tilting his head upward to offer his lips to the priest.

Possessiveness flashed across the brunet’s expression, his passion fueled by the shorter male’s submissive behaviour. “Good,” he murmured, swooping down and capturing the blond’s lips in a kiss hotter than the desert sun.

Their tongues danced, sliding together within the moist caverns of their mouths and fogging both of their minds with lust and arousal. Jono’s inhibitions fled as he remembered the passion his lover possessed, and he pressed himself closer, arching his body forward and offering himself to the stronger man. Seth growled low in the back of his throat as he swept the blond off his feet and carried him to the altar.

A light blush dusted the Greek slave’s cheeks as he was laid out on the cool stone of the raised platform, and he immediately felt the oppressive gaze of Anubis’ unseeing golden eyes. The two monstrous statues towered above the priest and his lover, and Jono shivered with fear and desire all at once. His cheeks blazed as Seth knelt between his wide-spread legs and tugged at the sash of his kilt. The material slid from his body, pooling on the altar to the sides of his hips. Naked and spread out at the feet of the gods, the blond felt as if he were being sacrificed.

Seth’s fingers were suddenly circling Jono’s need with a demanding touch, scattering his thoughts like sand in the wind. On instinct, he arched upwards, and a delicious moan fell from his lips. It only took his lover a few talented, practiced strokes before the blond was hard and weeping with the need for release.

“S-Seth,” he murmured breathlessly, peering up at the brunet through his thick eyelashes, his eyes dark with lust and arousal. “Please...hurry,” he begged, letting his legs fall further apart to offer his body to the priest.

The brunet purred his agreement, parting his priest’s robes to reveal his own desire standing straight and proud between his legs. Jono licked his suddenly dry lips at the sight, his body trembling with anticipation. He lifted his arms above his head and gave his lover a coy, teasing look. Seth let his large, strong hands skim down the blond’s oiled chest, and briefly fluttered his fingertips over the peaks of his nipples. Jono shuddered in response, and a low, urgent whimper escaped him.

Seth wasted no additional time as his fingers traveled lower and brushed once more against his lover’s arousal before dipping further to finally probe at the entrance to the Greek’s willing body. He was not surprised to find the hole well oiled and ready. His slave was well trained; Jono had learned the hard way that he should always be prepared.

The brunet’s arousal jumped and his breath caught in his throat as he slid two fingers into the slick entrance. The inner walls trembled and convulsed against the slender digits, pulling them deeper and exciting the priest with anticipation and renewed desire for the body splayed out before him. Jono expressed his pleasure through much more vocal means, and his resulting cry of delight shot straight to Seth’s groin. The priest decided that he could wait no longer, his patience long since eroded by arousal, desire, and pure lust.

Laying himself out between the blond’s spread legs, Seth aligned his aching arousal with the tight entrance and pressed forward, nearly losing control as he was consumed by mind-numbing heat. The blond beneath him had been reduced to a trembling mass of nerves – and each one was alight with passion and yearning.

Their coupling was fast and desperate and far from graceful, but neither seemed to care. The erratic rhythm that the priest set was unpredictable and exciting, driving the blond to near madness. Jono cried out with each powerful thrust of his lover’s hips, his voice reverberating off the statues and the high ceilings of the temple.

It was good, very good, and it had been so long that neither of them could last. In a moment of white vision and sparking nerves, each found divine satisfaction in the other. Breathing hard and struggling to regain composure, they lay still for several moments in the bliss of the afterglow, simply enjoying the comforting embrace in which they were entwined.

However, footsteps were approaching, and it would not do for the High Priest to be caught in such an immoral situation. Quickly, the two lovers separated and dressed, cleaning themselves as best they could. They were just in time, for the moment Seth had finished adjusting Jono’s kilt, Pharaoh himself strode into the room.

His ruby eyes narrowed at the two, and Jono quickly prostrated himself on the ground in respect of the demi-god. Seth, arrogant as ever, simply strode forward, placing his body between the king of Egypt and his slave. “Pharaoh,” he greeted with the slightest incline of his head. “Jono has just informed me of your summons. Shall we proceed to the throne room?”

“Of course,” Atemu replied after a long moment of silent deliberation. He swiftly turned on his heel, his golden sandals tapping against the stone floor as he left the room. Seth was quick to follow, unwilling to further anger the younger man, and Jono trailed along obediently.

“Perhaps I have not left you enough time for yourself lately,” his cousin spoke once they had left the temple. “I will try to relieve some of your duties, dear cousin,” the Pharaoh continued, “if you promise to adhere to your prayers in the temples. The rumors I hear are not acceptable.”

Seth barely restrained his smirk and he was aware of Jono’s mortified countenance behind him. “Forgive me, Pharaoh,” he pled, though there was obvious amusement in his voice. “But surely, there are no rumors.”

The petite king scoffed, shooting the brunet a glare. “When I entered the temple, I heard nothing ~but~ rumors concerning certain behaviour on your part, High Priest.”

Seth couldn’t help but chuckle at his cousin’s astonished, disbelieving look, or the bright flush that lit his cheeks when the brunet spoke, “then you ~are~ mistaken, cousin, for they speak not rumors, but honest truth.”

Ooo The End ooO