Dominance of the Moon

Seth trudged towards the Nile in exhaustion. Ever since he’d gotten the High Priest of the Rod position his life had been one grueling day after another. One day perhaps he’d get used to the work, but then he had been a slave and that still wasn’t enough preparation for exhaustion. Sometimes he thought that it would be more prosperous for the slaves to create a pill that could take the edge off fatigue. But as long as none existed, he was going to need to drink the red, crisp liquor in its shining capsule of glass.

He didn’t prefer to drink in front of people, because he had never been good at keeping the stuff down. And he knew that there were bound to be some idiot priests who’d use that to their advantage. There was no way he could let that happen, since Egypt was already behind in its production of temples, tombs, and such.

Seth plucked the top off the bottle and some of the liquid spilled out onto the white sand below his feet. How could something so trodden be so pristine still? The sand always allured him in that way. He wanted to be like it after all he had been through— beaten, but still pure. He buried his barren toes into the soft sprinkles and flexed them once like a cat.

Sitting down, he removed the golden bands from his arms and began massaging the tense areas. His feet drifted in the clearer, richer waters of the Upper Nile while he groaned under the circles his hands made. He started to rub his temples and he threw his head back to let his brown hair fall over his shoulders. It would be so nice if he could always feel this good, but then the feeling would lose all meaning, wouldn’t it?

Lowering himself on his arms, Seth slid his lower body into the water. The skirt billowed up around his waist, but fell back down as the water creped its path through the linen. Clinging to his lower limbs, the fabric emphasized Seth’s slightly muscular frame and his toned buttocks. Seth ran his hands down his upper legs roughly to try to ease some of the tension in them. The ripple that ran through his lower body of pleasure and pain caused him to groan again in pleasure.

He rested his arms onto the edge of the pool and stared up at the night sky expanding above him. The sun was yet to be blanketed by the horizon and its gnarly fingers reached towards the faint shadow of the moon suppressing it beneath its round, proud body. The area clashing between the two celestial beings were dominated by hues of red, gold, and purple to crown the welcoming climax between them. The moon would surely win though, thought Seth, as his eyes gazed near the moon’s dark, seductive aura.

Seth reached for the glass behind him and poured himself a glass of the blood red liquid. He let a few drops splash into the Nile to watch it swirl a bit and then dissipate. His skirt flowed gently on the waves and he removed the waistband holding the blue centerpiece. He licked the glass rim before plunging his tongue into the beckoning wine. Its fire warmed him immensely and he tilted the glass back and drank at it hungrily.

There was hardly any time for pleasure in his job, what with him indirectly ruling the country under the watchful eye of Pharaoh Atem. He almost wished that Pharaoh didn’t watch as closely as he did for then he would have no limitations, but his careful observance was quite handy when Seth didn’t know what to do about a situation.

Like Bakura.

But to be fair, Bakura had made his presence known to the whole palace himself. He hadn’t just been a small problem either. No, the gods of Egypt had to punish their people with a devil with white hair and violent, grey eyes. After all, only the gods could create such a being of power and evil. But Seth didn’t understand why.

If he’d still been a slave he wouldn’t have to deal with this problem… He cracked his neck and he gasped a bit in pain. His hand shot up to the area and began to pinch the flesh gently beneath it. He leaned his head forward so his nose barely kissed the surface of the water. After chasing the pain away, he leaned back against the sand bank again.

Seth stared at the stars. But Bakura claimed that he wasn’t a work of the gods, but that of the sin of the Egyptian royal bloodline. He claimed that a sin had been committed against his outlawed people, claimed that their bodies had been dragged to a cauldron where they were melted into gold, he claimed that the Millennium Items were the result of such treachery. And Seth hated the idea that those sort of shameless men would cry from within the items to the demon.

The screams seemed to only fuel him and Seth doubted if they ever made Bakura flinch in fear. His eyes held no humanity in them, so how could Seth even imagine that there had been any there in the first place? Seth shook his head to disrupt the image in his mind. But the items couldn’t have an evil to them when they were the foundation of peace in the kingdom! Ever since he was a little boy, his mother had told him about the Millennium Items and their goal to help the people. That’s what drove him to the priesthood in the first place. Yet along came Bakura to challenge the foundation of his motivation.

Seth sighed. He needed to remain calm or there would be no purpose to him having come here to bathe in the first place. He dropped his head beneath the surface for a moment of solitude broken only by the bubbles of his slowly fading breath. Seth brought it back out and flung the water his hair held behind him.

His hand rested on the rod still held solidly to his flesh by the waist of his white skirt. Its natural cold feeling had been replaced by one of warmth that it had stolen from him. Seth traced a thin, index finger around the edges of the Millennium Eye pattern before unsheathing it in its silver beauty. He watched as the moon’s brighter light danced on the blade before him. It was quite a beauty and Seth felt that it was the most gorgeous item of the whole lot.

Seth held it to his gaze, but reached for the bottle of wine behind him. His hand patted the solid earth until he realized it wasn’t there. Seth turned around fully and suddenly all he could see were dark, grey, vicious eyes. The look in the eyes made him shiver with excitement and tremble in anxiety all-in-one. It was quite a sensational feeling for a priest trained in the art of ignoring bodily pleasures.

The eyes never shifted their gaze, “You’re quite beautiful.”

Seth dropped the Millennium Rod and a tanned hand reached in the waters to brush his groin gently as it caught the Rod. He slowly slipped the sheath, too, from the shocked hands and closed the dagger. Seth stared in awe at the body kneeling in front of him that moved to take the Rod from his willing hands. The bottle of wine was in the other’s hands and he poured Seth another glass before taking a sip from the bottle himself.

“Go on, drink. It may loosen your tongue a bit.”

Seth took a shaky sip from the glass pinched in his fingers. He pulled the glass away from his mouth and put it back up to them upon noticing the gaze searching his body. But Seth’s eyes were examining the body in front of him too.

The scar sliding down the right eye was crossed, but to remain defiant of any known holy power it was slashed twice horizontally. The sharp grey eyes were lined by black charcoal for an effect that emphasized them needlessly. His blue eyes fell upon the mouth as a tongue slithered out and licked the decaying juice from it. And Seth stared longingly at the glow it left on the other’s mouth before his eyes wandered lower.

The chest was barren and encased on either side by a dust-brushed white fabric drowned by the unnatural red of his robes. His upper body was quite firm to a point of stirring some sleeping being within Seth that roared and clawed at him for freedom. Seth put the glass up to his lips again and sucked another mouthful through clenched teeth. The feeling in his groin was tightening and somewhere in his mind he knew the wine couldn’t be helping. Yet… he took another sip.

And Seth damned the darkening sky for its coverage of the lower portions of the man’s body. The short, purple skirt would be rather revealing in Bakura’s improper position if not for the damned moon ahead of them. And when the wind stirred, Seth was sure it laughed at him as it ruffled Bakura’s skirt tantalizing in front of him.

Reluctantly Seth dropped his gaze to the legs, but found his disappointment left him as he stared at the muscular limbs in front of him. Seth’s gaze shyly looked back up for the sake of decency as his heart began to sing loudly in his ears. Bakura’s were laughingly watching his and Seth noticed why after a few more sucks at the glass— there was no longer a drop left. Seth swallowed dryly.

He pushed himself out of the water and wrapped his arms around the thief’s neck. Pulling the man forward, he easily parted through his lips and teeth to tease Bakura to taste him. The other man obliged willingly, thrusting his tongue into Seth’s mouth to brush the top cavity of Seth’s mouth before plunging into a dance of dominance with Seth’s tongue. Bakura pulled Seth back into his mouth and, upon Seth’s return, he bit down hard to pin Seth inside him.

Bakura let go and pulled away. “I told you it would loosen your tongue,” he huffed, wiping some of the saliva from his mouth on his crimson sleeve. Seth fell backwards naturally and wrapped his fingers around Bakura’s to drag him in with him. The water caved up in salute and crashed down on the two in an embrace.

Seth pushed himself into Bakura’s figure, matching their groins together, before grinding himself into Bakura. Bakura threw his head back and let out a gasp as a shiver ran through his spine. He trembled with pleasure and Seth threw himself into Bakura’s arousal again. Bakura placed a hand between them and caught Seth’s next attempt. He squeezed his prize hard, causing a short cry to escape from the priest’s mouth as he felt the heat pulsate within him.

Covering Bakura’s hand with his own, Seth gently coaxed Bakura onward and onward. The grey eyes, in all their mystery, watched in fascination as Seth arched his back to the rhythm of Bakura’s flexing hand. Seth removed Bakura’s hand and slowly drifted back. Bakura followed his graceful movements and Seth darted forward again to collide his genital into Bakura’s unsuspecting one. Bakura howled as Seth pushed himself harder and harder into Bakura’s awakening passion. Seth released the tension between the two to let the other catch his breath.

But apparently Bakura wasn’t ready to let go, he thrust his hands under Seth’s ass and groped him hard. He pulled Seth’s ass to him and moved his body up and down against Seth’s erection to increase the friction rising from the two. Seth nipped Bakura and caused Bakura to release him.

“W-We can’t,” Seth muttered, drifting away from the thief even while his eyes drew him in.

“Oh, but we will,” Bakura purred seductively. He moved closer to Seth like a dangerous animal ready to attack its prey.

“I-I…” Seth stuttered, lost for words, “But if we were to be caught! And YOU! The enemy of the palace, of the throne, of Pharoah! Of me…”

Bakura grabbed Seth’s arm and spun him around into him. His muscular arms wrapped tightly around him as if he was afraid to lose him in the water. But Seth knew how to swim.

Seth shoved his ass into Bakura’s gentile with the means of penetration and Bakura howled. Bakura stifled the sound into a groan against Seth’s naked neck before biting down hard. Seth gasped as a shock sent his body crashing into Bakura’s again. It felt like a never-ending cycle as Bakura’s teeth sunk in lower for every pleasured thrust until blood slipped into his mouth and over his tongue.

Bakura faced Seth towards him and indulged Seth with a passionate kiss. Seth gladly licked the blood from Bakura’s mouth even though the other craved it. Seth began to sway his hips gently against Bakura’s climbing accumulation until he had slipped out of his skirt.

“Beautiful…” Bakura murmured to the night and the wind kissed him in agreement.
Seth drifted into Bakura’s arms and he pushed the red cloak off his shoulders and watched as it slipped off the rest of the way and fell into the water. He watched it settle as he undid Bakura’s skirt while tickling his testicles with slippery fingers. Bakura threw his head back and let out another beastly howl as Seth finished his task. The other white cloak slid off on its own and fell to the bottom of the water too.

“You’re a little more experienced than I thought,” Bakura whispered, but Seth was too immersed in staring at Bakura in his god-given beauty. His erection held him as proud as he naturally carried himself and was a length that deserved that right. Seth closed his hands around it and ran his hands slowly and firmly down Bakura’s length. Bakura bit back a growl as Seth released him, but the second time brought a sharp gasp from the thief’s lips.

“And you’re more impressive than I’ve ever given you credit for,” Seth licked at the man’s ear, “Take me…”

Bakura forced Seth around roughly against the sandy shore. He held Seth’s waist firmly in his hands and ran them up and down once before he leaned in close, “I like to play rough.”

Seth barely had time to register these words before Bakura thrust himself deep into Seth. Seth felt his body shudder with the pleasure and he wondered if he could keep this feeling. He knew he would at least for the next few days, but that aroused him more. Bakura rocked himself into Seth again and Seth moaned loudly to Bakura’s amusement. He shot himself in once more, but pulled out too suddenly and Seth groaned disapprovingly.

“Then work for it,” Bakura said, laughingly. And Seth shot his ass back into Bakura, forcing Bakura to invade him. Bakura apparently had been holding out on him, because he went in a lot farther than when he first introduced himself. Seth pushed again, but Bakura stopped his waist from shooting backwards any further.

He held himself there, inside Seth, while he adjusted himself. His arms stood next to Seth’s and Seth curled his fingers over the bigger, protective hands. Seth liked the feeling. He never felt more whole in his life until now and he still wanted more.
Bakura shot himself deep into Seth suddenly and Seth screamed in pain. His mingled yelps of pain were enraptured with Bakura’s own victorious laugh, “I don’t play nice, Seth.”

“Harder!” Seth screamed in shuddered breaths and Bakura placed his hands around the younger man’s chest. He drove himself in harder and harder each time and Seth wondered if the man knew any human boundaries.

Bakura moved his hands onto Seth’s lower abdomen and began to push and pull himself in and out to drive himself in further each time. Seth kept supplying Bakura with the well-deserved gasps and groans as Bakura felt himself being drawn in more. It was like a beckoning he had never received and had been waiting for all the years he’d been living.

Seth moved Bakura’s hands onto his groin and Bakura supplied pressure to the younger man’s arousal. Bucking slightly, Seth felt himself drowning in the dominance of Bakura’s dark madness. Bakura was enjoying the corruption of the young priest greatly as his thrusts picked up speed again and Seth began to lose control.

His voice didn’t sound like his own as the air rushed out over his vocal chords. His head was thrown back into Bakura’s chest as the pain grew within him and he felt Bakura’s teeth sink brutally into his neck. Seth bucked into Bakura again for the sensation was all that was keeping him alive through all this insanity.

A knife slipped down and Seth felt it bite him in his gentiles. He shrank away into Bakura’s cock and succeeded in the further pulse of the man. Bakura growled in ecstasy and Seth tried to push himself away as Bakura slid the blade across Seth’s chest. Seth rose like a wild animal into Bakura’s groin and howled as the euphoria set into his system.

The next cut pushed him over into paradise and Seth released himself into Bakura’s massaging hands. Bakura pulled his hand up to his face and began to lick the semen and blood concoction from his hands. Seth growled at the emptiness settling into his bowels and he knocked Bakura backwards against the shore. He rolled on top of the curious thief and stared angrily down at him before moving himself lower— to be of service to Bakura.

He let warm saliva drip from his mouth onto the man’s erection and watched Bakura squirm slightly in the pleasure of it. Then he drove his mouth over the begging organ and slid down the whole length. He began to suck hard as his head moved over the lower region of the King of Thieves.

Bakura couldn’t hold himself back and his hips shoved himself deep into Seth’s opened mouth. He was almost there and Seth knew it, but he wanted Bakura to writhe first.
Seth pushed himself off Bakura and rubbed his chest against Bakura’s groin and Bakura’s head rolled back in pleasure. Then Seth moved himself above Bakura and brought his head down to kiss Bakura’s mouth gently. Bakura growled in disagreement and Seth replied with another kiss. His hips buckled slightly in the necessity of Seth’s warmth and Seth laughed.

“Now, now, why so impatient?” he ran his finger over Bakura’s lip and Bakura bit at it.

“Screw you,” he snarled. Seth snickered and pecked Bakura on the mouth then began to run kisses along his neck. His tongue raced back up under his chin and Seth blew cold air over it, causing Bakura to shiver and thus harden his erection. He groaned in discomfort and Seth kissed his stomach before groping his penis hard in his right hand.

“Scream my name!” And Bakura held back his words through gritted teeth, “Scream it!”

“N-Never!”

“Bakura!!!” Bakura’s hands shot up and pulled Seth down onto him. He pushed Seth’s groin into his and started rubbing the friction between the two of them in frustration. Seth threw back his head and screamed in the demand of his tired body to rise again, “BAKURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”

His unsettled erection ejaculated again onto Bakura’s lower body and Bakura let go. Seth lay panting on top of a smug Bakura. The duelist nature inside him rose and roared from its sleeping depths.

Seth pushed Bakura’s legs apart and began to suck mercilessly at Bakura. He needed this as much as Bakura did and he needed to dominate the proud man. Bakura gripped at the sand, but it quickly fell apart in his hands and he had nothing of substance to hold on to. His hands tangled inside Seth’s beautiful brown locks and he shoved himself upward into his climax, “SETH!!!!!”

Seth let go after Bakura’s hands relaxed and he laid himself on top of the panting man. He stroked the white locks out of his eyes and began to run his hand along Bakura’s face. He kissed Bakura’s lips and Bakura tiredly kissed him back. Seth licked the inner parts of his mouth for the last remaining tastes of Bakura. He had a sweet, seductive taste to him and Seth knew now he’d been poisoned.

“I… love… you…” Bakura huffed, but his eyes spoke of lust. Yet Seth knew that he had to ignore the deceptive qualities those eyes gave Bakura.

“I love you too,” and he wrapped his arms around Bakura. Now he understood why the moon dominated the sun at night. If the moon didn’t dominate then two lovers, as forbidden as sin and as secret as the mysteries of life and death, could never come out and play. Seth was actually quite fond of being under Bakura’s controlling, cold gaze— being dominated by the moon was such a wondrous sensation.