Eye for an Eye

So, I have been craving lately for a priestxseto fic set in Ancient Egypt. I wrote this, but I am one of those authors who get no pleasure from their own fanfics. So, if anyone else wants to do one, seriously...I would be incredibly happy and incredibly willing to reciprocate with fanart...or whatever you wish in the realm of this fandom.
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-II-

Eye For An Eye

“Sire, the courtesan awaits you in your chamber.” The guard bowed respectfully out of way.

High priest Seth almost laughed. Was it him or was the rest of the world truly blind? After that display at the Audience Chamber, did anyone expect the ‘courtesan’ to stick around, especially once left in a lonely room with plenty of escape routes? Still, he only nodded and tossed the guard a silver coin before entering the room and locking the doors. The room was his own familiar bedchamber with the lavish bed taking up most space, the study in the corner, the wide open balcony and as expected, devoid of anyone or anything that could be considered an object of physical pleasure.

Shaking his head, he tossed his headdress on the couch nearby and loosened the catches on his outer robe all while ignoring the slight twinge in his chest. Of course, he hadn’t expected the other to stick around, but that didn’t mean he was not disappointed. If only he had been a little more tactful, the night may have passed more pleasurably. The outer robe was removed and sent to join the headdress for the early morning staff to take care of and Seth glided over to the bed, bare-chested with only the soft linen kilt swishing around his legs. The sheets felt cool against his skin and relief washed over him in a soothing wave—Gods, he was glad to be alone. Well, no, he didn’t care much for the lonesome solitude, much preferring another reason to be left undisturbed in his bedroom…

Ahh, why did you have to be an idiot? His mind admonished him once more. He had come all this way to see you and you…idiot!

Nearly groaning, Seth flipped over and opened his eyes only to stare blankly at the frescoed ceiling. The night was still young and Naqada wasn’t all that far away. In fact, if he started now and got a good horse, he could possibly meet the other man halfway…or not. Even if the Gods took pity on him and the hare-brained scheme worked, there was no way in hell Seto would forgive him, not after that. He rolled off the bed dejectedly, suddenly hungering for the open space of his balcony.

He pushed the sheer curtains aside and abruptly stopped due to no more than sheer shock. The lounging chaise where he sometimes took his afternoon meal was still there, draped pleasingly in dyed linen. There was also a little glowing lamp on the side table where the wine was usually kept, a small vial of oil and beside it, there gleamed a lovely looking dagger, without even a fleck of rust belying its evil nature. Still, the most astonishing sight of all was the figure resting on the chaise; long limbed, pale skinned, barely clothed and impossibly elegant. It was a sleeping form; the relaxed muscles and turned face gave it away, but its presence was so inconceivable that Seth did blink twice to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Indeed, the moon was waning and he could sense no errant magic that would cause hallucinations, so it was real. Seto had stayed!

The priest tiptoed hurriedly toward the chaise and looked down. His heart skipped a beat when he saw his beloved’s face, soft brown hair framing perfectly shaped, albeit closed, eyes—eyes that had so captivated him in Naqada.

They had met when Pharaoh sent his High Priest to address some problems in the province. They’d intensely disliked each other at first, but to their amazement, it had not settled into cold indifference. Then, somewhere in between the fights and disagreements, they had fallen in love. Each was happy to have the other, but it wasn’t always a path of honey and roses. Seto was possessive and Seth was contrary; sometimes the former acted out of egoism and the latter reacted only to exacerbate it. This evening, for example.

He had honestly forgotten that Seto had promised to visit him in Thebes on the last day of the festivals signaling the year end. Consequently, he had not gone down to the docks to receive the man and so, he was understandably startled when the oh-so-familiar voice echoed beyond the doors of the Audience Chamber.

***
“Priest!”

Five other heads looked up bemusedly since the call could have been for any one of them, but it was the priest of the Sennen Rod who hastily excused himself and hurried past the vast doors, making sure to close them again. Because, who else was acquainted with someone who could address them so informally?

Seth’s eyes widened at the sight of his lover flanked by several of the royal guard. Inwardly, he sighed. Of course, it would take more than two sentries to withhold said lover from getting what he wanted.

In front of him, Seto became impatient. “Are you going to tell these apes to let me go sometime today?”

Seth felt his face heat as the guards gave him a surprised glance. Could some nameless subject from outside Thebes address him like that? The punishment for such insubordination was the whip and the head guard already began loosening one from his belt.

“Seto, what are you doing here?” The priest of the Sennen Rod asked tightly, unwilling to betray the anger bubbling up in his chest.

Seto blinked and stopped struggling. “I came to see you, what else?”

“We found him walking unannounced into the inner chambers, my Lord.” The guard added.

Seth closed his eyes as realization hit. Damn it! He’d forgotten to go down to the docks, leaving the brunet no choice but to look for him alone. He owed it to Seto to rescue him, but the bubble of anger surged up again. Forgotten or not, was this really the way to demand the presence of an Egyptian royal?

“Didn’t the scribes give you an appointment?” He asked coolly and the glare he received in turn was frigid.

“Because I am just another petitioner?” Seto growled menacingly.

Seth glared back, though a more rational part of his mind fairly warned him about his reckless behavior. “Because the high priests are busy attending to Pharaoh.”

If looks could kill, half a dozen corpses would have strewn the hallway by now. Seto lifted his chin, ready to say something but stopped as the doors to the Audience Chamber opened again. This time, a blond spiked head peeked out and the guards bowed deeply.

“Seth, who is this?” Pharaoh asked curiously, staring at the scene before him.

Seth inclined his head respectfully and smirked. “Naqada’s… gift to the palace, my lord. He was lost looking for my chambers.” He accented his choice of words with a slight hesitancy to his tone, and as he expected, Atemu fell for it.

“Oh…oh!” The king looked startled and slightly embarrassed. “Er…can’t he wait in your room, Seth? We have a few things to finish.”

“Of course, Pharaoh.” Seth replied smoothly, facing his king to avoid facing his lover. “I am in no hurry.”

Atemu made a dismissing gesture to the guards and pulled the doors to let the priest back in. Before the door closed, both of them saw Seto wrest himself from the guards’ hands, preferring to walk alone.

“My, the desert-lands certainly produce some feisty ones.” Atemu murmured in faint amazement while the other priests snickered. “They gifted you well, Seth.”

Seth smiled half-heartedly, trying to ignore a sinking feeling in his heart.

***
There was a slight breeze and Seto shivered, bringing the priest back to the present. Dropping to his knees beside the chaise, Seth passed his fingers through the other’s hair. “Gods, you are impossible.”

“And you are a fucking idiot.” Came the reply. Seto turned his body to face the priest, who masked his relief with a look of reproach.

“You can blame yourself for giving me no warning and behaving belligerently.” Seth retorted, leaning on his elbows. “This is the house of Pharaoh, not one of my mansions where you can just sweep in and proceed to search for my rooms.”

Seto only gave him a look before sitting up and stretching. “So what? I am still your lover, and far from a commoner in my own right. If anyone should ‘sweep into your chambers’, it should be me.”

Seth resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands. “I know, the Gods themselves know. But the royal guards must do their duty and…” The priest gestured toward the gleaming dagger on the table. “What is that? Were you planning to kill me?”

Seto looked at the object and back to the priest. “If that’s all it takes, why not?”

Seth only glared and stood up, folding his arms. True, he was beyond happy that Seto had stayed, but less than thrilled to realize he bore a grudge. The truly frightening part was that he had no way of knowing how long it would last. During the time it did last, however, there was no reason Seto could not be as difficult as he pleased.

“Insanity is not a virtue.”

Seto chuckled before rising up himself and wrapping one arm around Seth’s half-clothed waist. He smirked at the slight tremors that started in the other’s body at the contact.

“Relax; I wasn’t going to kill you.” With that, he kissed Seth full on the mouth, enjoying the moans he elicited. They explored each other thoroughly, seeking long missed tastes and textures as passionately as they felt.
Seth caressed his lover’s tongue with his own and gasped, feeling clever fingers trail down his chest and play with his nipples. Seto pulled away and began pressing lustful kisses along the column of his neck and his collarbone. Slipping his fingers along Seth’s spine, Seto unclasped the bronze ankh pectoral and counterpoise amulet which decorated the priest, sliding it off with practiced ease. Seth tipped his head back and sighed in bliss, enjoying the havoc that Seto caused in him, until the latter came to a stop just above his breastbone.

Seto tangled his fingers in the priest’s and pulled him into an embrace so that Seth’s hands were effectively trapped behind him, leaving his whole front exposed to his lover’s mercy. He stopped near the hollow at the base of Seth’s throat and gently licked it. “My priest, what is this called?”

“Huh?” Seth blinked out of the pleasurable haze that enveloped his mind. “What?”

“This lovely spot right here.” Seto placed one more kiss below his area of interest.

Seth shook his head, trying to remember any sort of anatomy lessons which might give him the answer. None, and…who cared?! “I don’t know. Why?” He pressed his body against Seto’s in near desperate need, but the latter didn’t take the hint and continued to worship the spot with special attention.

“Because it’s so beautiful, like the sun lined with the wings of Ma’at.”

Seth almost rolled his eyes. “We’re wasting time.”

Seto grinned. “What time? We have eternity and that is exactly how it feels…” Here, his voice dropped to a whisper. “…when we make love, when I move inside you and you bring me to the edge of madness…”

Seth gave a low moan as his cock stirred in anticipation. His body burned at the lustful words and all he wanted to do was grab his lover and fuck him hard, but he could only tremble and moan as Seto continued.
“And you…you love the sound of your name on my lips, no? Pleading…begging for more while you’re already buried deep inside me.” His lover’s eyes darkened considerably, burning nearly black with want. “Do you want it like that now?”

Seth gulped, nodding hurriedly.

“Well, maybe if you’re good from now on, I’ll think about it.” Seto stepped back, his lips curved in an affectionate smile.

The priest frowned and looked back to see his hands effectively tied together with his pectoral and amulet. Before him, Seto continued to grin although now, it looked more triumphant than playful. Damn! How had he not seen this?

“Seto…”

“I know, I told you I wasn’t going to kill you.” Seto interrupted him by placing a slender finger on his mouth. “But that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to be punished.”

“You punish me?” Seth sneered, but backed away all the same. His military training included many tricks to unbind himself, but this knot was proving frighteningly unbreakable. Realizing his futility, he swallowed as Seto stalked forward.

“You deserve it, after all.” Seto whispered in his ear, trailing hot breath along his cheek. The brunet claimed his lips none too gently and whatever resistance he first met with melted as he flicked his tongue along the priest’s lower lip. After a moment’s tension, Seth complied, opening his mouth and letting his captor take full control. Seto explored the familiar cavern of his lover’s mouth and proceeded to mark his territory with languid caresses and nips. Seth was predictably breathless by the time he pulled away and stood panting with his head bowed.
“And it’s nice to see you taking responsibility.”

Indeed, it was. Seto surveyed the lean and captive form, whose confinement did not diminish the glow of pride in his eyes. The submissive act lasted only until Seto moved to circle the priest and the latter’s head turned sharply when he sensed his lover’s presence at his back. Said lover smiled at the gesture which, though it was purely a soldier’s instinct, went to show that this game was not going to be boring.

“And what exactly do you plan to do?” Seth asked, his tone harsh despite the fact that he may have been painfully aroused only seconds ago. He did not move his body, but he could spot the telltale movements out of the corner of his eyes.

Seto sighed in what sounded like despair. “My priest,” He began, while his calloused fingers ran along Seth’s spine. “it may be custom for you to read your prisoners their fate, but this is little different.” Here, he was pleased to hear Seth fail to suppress a gasp when both palms skated up his back and came to rest on his chest. “Here, we believe in anticipation.”

“But not in good principles.” Seth gritted through his teeth.

“Hmm?” Seto hummed questioningly before he nipped softly at his lover’s ear. Seth sighed.

“If prisoners know their fate, it is because the law clearly states the punishment fitting their crime.” Seth’s eyes were raised skyward, looking intent on counting the stars and Seto had to admire the tone which stayed even though his fingers had taken up the duty of teasing the priest’s stomach, swirling lazy patterns and skittering around the dip of his navel. “There is no law governing this sort of thing, therefore, I have no way to know if your intended ‘punishment’ fairly fits my crime.”

At this, Seto withdrew his hands from their previous duty and utilized them instead to still Seth’s busy fingers. “Firstly, try as you like, this knot isn’t coming undone. But it wouldn’t do if you wore yourself out too soon. And as for fair punishment, the law clearly states eye for an eye. You risked humiliating me in public, now it’s your turn.”

“Wha…?” Almost instantly, his indignation turned into shock as he felt a knee collide against the back of his, sending him into an undignified heap on the cool floor. Still, the priest raised his head to se Seto languidly move to his front. He was close enough now to see the sheer white fabric of Seto’s kilt hug his ankles, his perfect claves and then his well toned thighs. It all had the lovely, elegant coldness of a stone carving of Ma’at, who presided over souls being weighed on the Scales of Truth.

A strong palm gripped his chin, forcing him to look up and raise the rest of his body so that he was on his knees. Seto’s eyes looked like those of Ma’at, unmoving and cold in the light of justice. He placed a hand on his hip before speaking.

“Well then, undress me.”

Seth opened his mouth to retort that his hands were conveniently incapacitated, but soon closed it after catching the other man’s glance. Be creative, it seemed to say. With a sigh, he leaned forward and caught an end of the light blue sash with his teeth. A slight pull and the linen came off in a muted whisper.

Seth managed to hide his surprise; he hadn’t expected it to be so easy, but then again, did he really want to look a gift horse in the mouth? Next, his lips fumbled for the catch in Seto’s kilt and he grinned secretly at the soft moans coming from his mouth, the results of warm breath ghosting across his pelvis. Seth tilted his head to search the sides of Seto’s hips and finally found the left side where the end of the kilt was tucked into a thin golden belt. There was his obstacle; the belt had to come off before the kilt could fall free. Fortunately, it only had a simple hook and unfortunately, it was going to take some careful maneuvering.

Moments later, Seth growled in his throat. The whole ordeal was becoming more annoying by the second and any state of arousal he felt was disappearing fast. Well, it would have if his teeth hadn’t grazed the depression in Seto’s pelvis, inciting an articulate groan of pleasure. The latter jerked his hips and the belt snapped open. Wasting no time in collecting his advantage, Seth lunged forward and took hold of the fabric wrapped around the man’s hips.

Seto groaned again as his length was freed, reaching down to run his fingers through Seth’s hair. He pushed the priest’s head back to claim his lips and inflict a bruising kiss that left them both breathless.

“You drive me insane.”

Seth shuddered at the tight voice in his ear. “Perhaps if you didn’t ask for it…” He trailed off, wincing at the fist tightening in his hair to the point of pain.

“When I ask for your opinion, you will know.” Seto snarled in a low voice before straightening. “Till then…suck.”

Seth barely had time to register the mandate before his mouth was filled with hot, quickly hardening flesh. He couldn’t suppress a moan as his own cock awoke under his kilt. His moved his tongue in long sweeps, firmly caressing his partner’s shaft.

“Mmn, yes…” It was a little more than a murmur, but the priest was surprised at its effect. His heart quickened, pumping all the blood down south. His arousal throbbed lightly, well on its way to becoming painful. Pitching forward, he took Seto in fully until the head of his cock slid into his throat. He moaned around the rigid flesh as the smooth muscles of his throat clenched and pressed down firmly. Seto didn’t make a sound, but his hips thrust forward into the delicious heat. Seth whimpered in surprise, barely able to relax his throat before the next round of assault.

He seethed inwardly. If Seto wanted to play rough, it wasn’t as if Seth was powerless. Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked hard, creating an irresistible vacuum. This time, Seto yelped, feeling teeth graze the underside of his cock as Seth withdrew painfully slowly. The captive priest moved back until the tip of his lover’s shaft popped out if his mouth, trailing silver strands of saliva. He licked the glistening head with the flat of his tongue, lapping at the precome before it could stain the ground. In the next moment, it was back in his throat, quivering as vibrations trilled around it.

He couldn’t see Seto’s face, but he could hear his breath shudder erratically and knew that the brunet was close. Seto’s right leg trembled, threatening to buckle under him while his foot arched to keep him in balance. Just a little more…

Seth tightened his lips and firmly squeezed the pulsing flesh. With a deep groan, he clenched his throat and was rewarded with an ecstatic cry as salty fluid filled his mouth in white hot spurts. Seto’s fingers slipped from his hair and latched on to his shoulder as the brunet regained his breath. For his part, Seth pulled his head back and turned to spit out the essence. He could feel his lover’s eyes on him as he made a show of expelling every last drop from his tongue.

Once satisfied, Seth looked up and raised his eyebrow inquisitively. “Are you finished playing dungeon master?”

To his amazement and slight irritation, Seto laughed mirthfully and indulgently petted his cheek. “I forgot you were funny.”

Seth raised a second eyebrow. Of all the things he expected to hear… “Funny?”

Seto folded his arms, lips still curved in a smirk. “Well, I figured you must be jesting if you thought that was your punishment.”

Seth’s voice was flat. “It wasn’t?”

“Of course not.” Seto wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him close. In spite of himself, Seth nuzzled against the soft skin of his stomach. “That was just for me…because I missed you so.”
He placed a kiss against Seth’s parted lips without seeking entrance and whispered.

“Pervert.” Seth snapped his teeth, causing his partner to jerk back.

“I resent that.” Seto retorted. “Your punishment is strictly vengeance; I will not be getting off on it, I swear.”

“Right. And tomorrow, Ra will retire and make me god of world.” Seth replied sardonically. “Now, untie me.”

“Oh alright.” The priest twitched in astonishment as Seto knelt. Really? He only had to ask?

However, he held back a defeated sigh when the brunet only fumbled with his gold waistband. Resignation quickly turned to arousal when Seto slipped the belt off and opened his kilt to reveal his aching cock to the warm night air. Under the guise of trying to unwrap the linen, the brunet straddled him, letting their erections brush all too briefly.

“There.” Seto murmured huskily once he threw the kilt aside and Seth gave a thin whine. He arched his back to make more contact with Seto’s warm, sweat slicked skin and automatically nipped at the juncture of his neck and collarbone. His cock throbbed painfully under the delectable friction caused by the hot flesh of Seto’s thighs and he thrust upward in a desperate search for relief. Precome surged to the top, staining his lover’s inner thighs in streaks that glistened in the golden lamp light.

Abruptly, Seto pushed back and stood up, leaving Seth in a heap of trembling ecstasy. “Seto!” Came the desperate cry. Seth closed his eyes to stop the tears of aggravation from falling. His hands were still bound at his back, so he couldn’t even take care of his woes himself.

For his part, Seto seemed to ignore him. The brunet made his way to the balcony railing and perched on the sandstone. Seth gulped as his heart once again skipped a beat. They’d been apart for so long that he’d almost forgotten how divine Seto looked under the faint moonlight. His naked body was lean and strong so the clean planes of bone and muscle effectively shone. His hair still stuck damply to his forehead, drawing attention to his limpid silver blue eyes that narrowed confusedly.

“What are you still doing there?” Seto asked in mock surprise and curled his fingers. “Bring my sash and come on.”

Ignoring the pleasure slithering up his spine with almost inhuman effort, Seth turned to see the discarded blue sash lying a little ways away. Normally, he would refuse and be recalcitrant, but now he needed release. Enough that he would comply with Seto mortifying suggestion. Inching forward on his knees, the high priest of Egypt bent and caught the sash between his teeth. Shakily, he stood and made his way to Seto’s perch and dropped the length of cloth in his lap.

“Very good.” Seto smiled a little while he smoothed the sash, paying more attention to it than the supplicating body before him. Seth grumbled and nipped at his ear. He would not beg with words, but he could communicate just as well with gestures. Finally, Seto looked up at him and smiled. Within the next moment, the world became completely dark.

Seth tried to open his eyes, but Seto wasn’t that careless. The sash was wrapped tightly enough that he couldn’t even do that.

“You’ve got to be joking.” The priest tossed his head, but the blindfold stayed.

“Not at all.” Seto’s tone was colored with amusement.

Seth grunted as a strong hand pushed him down and only some quick reflexes kept him from landing chest first on the railing. His hands fisted at his back and his body tensed at the sensation of another body pressing against his back. His sense of touch spiked and without his vision to decipher what was going on, his frayed nerves fired signals of potential danger. He shivered as the hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end.

“S..seto…oohh…” The priest released a shuddering breath as an oil slicked palm snaked around his waist and came to cup his groin. The oil was pleasantly warm after sitting next to the lamp for so long and coupled with Seto’s feather light touches, he was once again helplessly aroused.

Seto ran one finger up his shaft before moving on to fondle his sac and press against his perineum. Seth moaned loudly and dropped more wanton cries as he arched into his lover’s touch. But to his disappointment, Seto withdrew. He whined petulantly and if he weren’t restrained he probably would have stamped his foot.

“I advise silence, my lord High Priest. Before you actually invite them to your chambers.”

‘Them?’ The priest tensed. He couldn’t see anything but darkness, but to his horror, he could actually hear rustling among the groves that his balcony overlooked. The thought that he might be seen was scary, but it became really frightening when he considered by whom. No one was allowed so deep into the priests’ estates except other priests and Pharaoh.

He squirmed to disentangle himself, but Seto pushed back to keep him in place and the priest already knew that asking would be a venture in vain. If there was to be no risk of getting caught, he would just have to shut up and deal. Seth bit his lip to suppress a whimper as his partner’s teeth bit into his bare shoulder.

“Friends of yours?”

Seth was about to retort through clenched teeth, but Seto didn’t wait.

“Aaah!” This time, Seth yelped as he felt a slender digit circle his entrance. He bent his knee and arched his back to provide better access. Seto slipped the finger in to stroke the smooth walls of muscle convulsing around it and his other hand reached under Seth’s arm to skate over his chest and close on a nipple. The high priest’s slender body quaked under him, but to his credit he didn’t make a sound.

Seto smiled and added a second finger. He thrust them in an upward angle and simultaneously, pinched the nipple between his index finger and thumb. Seth jerked in two different directions, in an effort to deepen those thrusts.

“Damn it!” The priest snarled. By now, his chest almost touched the railing and his breathing grew ragged. He was still terrified of making an untoward noise, considering he still didn’t know who was out there. Not that it mattered; absolutely no one could see him like this.

“Keep it down.” Seto drawled, as if he were the one tied up, blindfolded and fingered while draped over the balcony. “They’ll hear us or worse…see us.”

Seth felt his heart quicken, even more so as Seto added a third finger and curled them to hit his prostate. “Aahh…Seto!” He tried to implore. “Seto, please, take me inside. I’ll do anything you want.”

“You’re doing it now.” Seto stated amusedly, hitting his prostate again. His other hand abandoned Seth’s chest and moved down to encircle the priest’s cock. “Besides, they’re not that close.”

“Wh...who?” Seth twisted again, still caught between a rock and a hard place.

“A man and woman.” Seto replied casually and rubbed the tip of his cock, coating his fingers with the natural lubricant issuing from it.

Seth nearly sobbed. That could only be Isis and Karim. The latter he could deal with; they never spoke much anyway. But having to explain himself to Isis? Might as well seal himself in a burial chamber and wait to die.
“Seto, inside. I mean it!”

“So do I.” Seto stated, though his voice sounded a bit strained. Seth extended his fingers and felt them brush against an already hard erection. Still, however Seto may be suffering, it was nothing compared to this. “I mean, what were you thinking implying to Pharaoh that I was a sex slave? A fucking tribute to you in your royal glory!”

“I was angry!” Seth snarled, but there was an edge of desperation. “I think you ought to know why!”

“You were being petty. Why else couldn’t you look me in the eye?” Seto gave his cock a hard squeeze and Seth felt his leg give away, his knee grazing the rough sandstone. The fingers inside him moved again to hit his pleasure spot and his erection throbbed mercilessly in response. But he knew he wouldn’t come until Seto was good and ready.

“By the way, they’re near the pomegranate tree.” In other words, nearly close enough to see.

Seto busied himself moving inside the priest, making sure his fingers struck that spot every time, that very spot which made Seth want to moan and cry at the same time. He ran his calloused digits along the swollen flesh of Seth’s penis, bringing him close to the edge, but refusing to push.

The torture continued for longer than he anticipated and he supposed he had to give Seth credit. His mind and body had to be tossing in chaos right now, but he valiantly kept most of it under wraps. He moaned softly, in time with his body pitching forward into the night air and his entreaties were barely audible. “Ohh...Seto…please...no,no!”

“Mmm, yes, moan for me…” Seto purred in a voice like dark honey, as if all was well. As if they were in perfect privacy. Then, his voice became clipped. “They’re near the orchids now.”

Seth lifted his torso as adrenaline surged through him. He knew these grounds and the orchid plants practically lined the path to his front door. Panic jolted his mind from the pleasure induced fog and screamed at him to take the fastest way out.

“No, no, no!” Seth pushed away from the stone. “Seto, meryt, please! I’m sorry, it is my entire fault! I won’t…I’ll never…”

Oil slick hands grabbed his shoulders and yanked him up from the railing. Nearly tripping over his own feet, he stumbled in the direction Seto led him. A moment passed and thankfully, he felt the sheer material of his curtains flutter around him. The subtle scent of sandalwood told him he was back in his room.

Once they crossed the threshold, Seto pulled him into an embrace and claimed his lips. The kiss was intense and consuming, even more so as their bodies lined up and their arousals met. Seto pushed his tongue into his lover’s mouth, caressing and grazing every available surface until necessity exceeded suggestion and they broke apart of air. He disentangled his hands from Seth’s and he felt the priest stiffen in surprise when his own arms fell back to his sides.

Seto guided Seth’s newly freed hands along his hips. “There, now was that so hard?”

“Maybe a little.” Seth didn’t waste time taking advantage of his newfound freedom and slipped his hands down to cup his lover’s bottom. “Now, you know what else is hard?”

Seto chuckled and clasped the high priest’s arms to turn them around. The momentum flung them both on to the bed to sink in the goose down mattress. Swiftly, Seto claimed his place on top and took Seth’s legs to position them on his shoulders.

Now that there was no need for inhibitions, Seth moaned as his lover entered him in a single stroke. Loudly. Clearly. So sexily.
He met Seto’s thrusts immediately, whining wantonly each time his prostate was brushed. Still blind as he was, he could concentrate doubly on the feeling of the other man’s cock filling him, driving in faster and deeper. He could hear the longing in Seto’s groans of pleasure and he realized it; they’d missed each other, more than they thought.

He gasped when Seto increased the pace of his thrusts. Ecstasy spiked in his stomach before pooling in his groin. His hands fisted the soft sheets beside him and he threw his head back and keened, his voice delectable in pleasure. For a moment, he felt Seto slow down. Lifting his chin, Seth parted his lips for the kiss. It never came, but the fabric over his eyes disappeared, exposing them to the dim firelight.

“Open your eyes.” Seto grunted as he resumed his pace. Seth complied, slowly batting them open and adjusting to the light. The sight of his lover above him was breathtaking, even more so when Seto locked their gaze and spoke a singe phrase.

“Come for me, meryt.”

And he did, with Seto’s name on his lips. His back lifted off the bed as the waves of his orgasm crashed around him. He felt Seto go still for a moment before climaxing and filling his inner passage with hot seed.

Seth fell back on the bed and let his head fall to one side. Seto withdrew as carefully as he could and collapsed next to him. The next few moments passed leisurely as their bodies calmed down. Then, Seto turned to place a chaste kiss on the priest’s lips.

“What a fantastic night.”

Seth suppressed a yawn and glared at him half-heartedly. “I’ll say it again; insanity is not a virtue.”

“You screamed quite otherwise just a few seconds ago.” Seto allowed himself to grin widely.

Seth shook his head, eyes sliding shut. The man lying beside him was incorrigible, always would be. It miffed him at times, but he had his unreasonable days too. Besides, if they let go of each other, who else would they find crazy enough to put up with them? Turning to his side, Seth wrapped Seto’s arm securely around his bare waist.

“I’m glad you stayed.”

Seto blew cool air along his damp neck. “Mmm, I’m glad, too.”

-II-

Notes: Wow, that was tiring. Seriously, if you read the whole thing...thanks! It's like a glorified PWP. ;p

Comments always welcome.