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Wake Up Call
TITLE: Wake Up Call
AUTHOR: setosgirl
DATE: 1-6-11
FANDOM: YGO
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own YGO
PAIRINGS: Atem/Seth
TYPE: Fluff/PWP
OCs: --
CHAPTER: Oneshot
RATING: NC-17
WORDS: 1845
WARNINGS: lemon, cousincest
SUMMARY: Seth has something of Atem's, and Atem will resort to dirty, pleasurable tricks to get it back.
NOTES: Written for the prompt ( http://fancy-random.lythande.com/archives/77 ) of “Sloth”, as in the mortal sin. Mostly because there's no specific writing prompt for “Seth is just being a jackass again”.
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Wake Up Call
A lithe form stretched out in the luxurious bed, the Pharaoh woken an hour before dawn by simple habit. He had to be up to sing the sun to life in a little while, and he always enjoyed actually being able to wake up and get in a good lounge before he had to work...
His stretch and lounge were both interrupted this morning because there was something heavy and gorgeous on his arm. He rolled onto his side and tried to free himself from the peaceful face using him as a pillow, only to have his arm forcefully dragged back into position and planted firmly beneath him. The priest to whom the head belonged never even started to wake up.
He gave in and let his head fall back to the bed, his arm firmly held prisoner, and admired the view. Seth hadn't even managed to get all his jewelry off last night; gold bands circled his wrists and neck and ankles, glinting alluringly in the bright starlight that came through the broad open window. His hair was in absolute disarray, but it added something to his appeal. His long, lean, bare-save-for-jewelry body stretched out on his stomach over the sheets added a lot to the appeal too.
"High Priest..." he whispered, leaning close to Seth's ear so that his breath ruffled the dark strands. "Your king commands you to release the royal appendage..."
Seth remained stubbornly oblivious to the world.
He huffed and put his head on his arm. He was pretty sure Seth's cheekbones had put it to sleep from the elbow down. And such nice cheekbones they were, too...
He slowly wiggled his arm back and forth, trying to loose it from its captor. It was slow going, and as it went he let his eyes wander down the body in bed with him. The planes of muscle were fascinating... stimulating, even, to inspect. Seth had a certain something that a lot of other bodies around him lacked. Probably from a life of farming and building and hunting and chores, rather than studying and training. He was no more muscular than the burly priests and soldiers who had trained their bodies since childhood, but it was a more genuine sort of muscle. And his Pharaoh certainly approved.
Unfortunately, right now he was insisting on using it for evil, rather than good... The moment his arm started to slip, Seth yanked it back and planted it firmly in its approved pillow position, all in his sleep.
"Damn you, Seth..." He tugged; Seth held firm. He braced his other hand on Seth's shoulder and tugged; Seth tugged back, and he only managed to pull his shoulder a little before he admitted he lost.
He lay back down, rubbing his upper arm and glaring at Seth. He was too damn pretty when he was sleeping to be mad at... he was too damn infuriating to forgive. It was tough being king, and to be forced to make such decisions.
"I shall have to punish you if you don't release me..." he warned the sleeping priest.
The sleeping priest slept.
"Don't you have pre-dawn duties as well?" he complained, eying Seth's toned back and wondering if he was ticklish. Unfortunately, if he was, he'd never revealed it yet.
He did know one place Seth was vulnerable... His eyes wandered back up, looking for his hands, but they were both well occupied holding the pillow-arm in place. So inconvenient.
Hm. His eyes wandered back down, looking for a point of assault, and a grin slowly spread over his face. He levered himself up, twisting the pinned arm in Seth's grasp, and swung himself over to straddle his taught buttocks. Seth didn't seem to notice the change; he leaned down to speak into his ear again.
"High Priest Seth," he murmured, "for the crime of imprisoning the royal person and segments thereof, you are officially sentenced to being woken in the most torturous way known to man..." He ran his fingers through Seth's messy hair, looking for any reaction. There was none.
"So let it be written, so let it be done," he finally decreed, and sat up as much as his captive limb would allow.
He really wasn't used to that phrase being ignored. Half playful and half irritated, he lightly slapped Seth's ass, and didn't get so much as a flinch.
Well. That should be interesting, anyway.
If he leaned over Seth and stretched, he could just barely reach the little pot of lotus oil at the bedside. He rubbed his fingers around inside until they were slick and then pulled them back, drawing them down Seth's ass and in between the two muscular cheeks. He watched his face closely for any sign of waking as he pressed them inside of him and got him slick and ready.
There was none. Atem began to wonder exactly what his priest could sleep through.
With a smile and more eagerness than he would have expected, he dipped into the oil again and spread it over his hard cock. He really hadn't expected this to be very exciting, and yet here he was, excited.
This was really all Seth's fault. He doubted his lover was going to complain, but if he did he would just point that out. He had no business being sexy in the Pharaoh's bed if he didn't want to face the consequences of that.
And also, stealing his arm. He had no business doing that, either.
He used the stolen arm to brace himself as he slowly pushed inside. As he pressed past the initial resistance, his uncooperative Seth finally reacted. A faint moan of pleasure escaped him in his sleep, and he shifted back, unconsciously spreading his legs.
Atem grinned to himself and pulled back out of him completely. A soft sigh escaped Seth, and a subtle shifting of his thighs and rear. A wanting motion if he ever saw one.
He considered leaving him that way so that he could wake up horny and not know why, but his arm was still thoroughly trapped, and Seth wasn't the only one who was wanting now. Instead he slowly pressed back inside him, watching Seth's breath catch for a second, and gradually seating himself to the hilt inside the hot, tight body.
Little sexy noises greeted him, and he bit back a groan of his own. The damn priest was taunting him. He wanted to say to hell with the slow and gentle approach, and just rear back and slam into him like a god damned beast, but seeing how far he could get before he woke him had become part of the game now. A masochistic torturous part...
Slowly, he drew almost completely out and just as slowly reseated himself. He bit back a moan this time too, the better to listen to Seth's, and watch him slowly arch up into him. Seth's unconscious, or maybe semi-conscious by now, body picked up his rhythm and shifted slowly with him with the contractions of a few muscles. He was surprised by how erotic it was... but then, Seth had proven that he could turn standing moodily off to one side into an erotic performance. Or maybe that was in the eye of the beholder.
Seth's breaths were coming in light pants as he was slowly and methodically fucked; Atem felt him squeeze progressively tighter on the arm he had, and he saw the priest's other hand on the sheets, tangling in them tightly. This was almost worth having to control himself for. So was the slow way Seth's body consumed him with each thrust, and fought to keep him as he pulled away.
He groaned quietly and gripped Seth's hip with his free hand, burying himself particularly deep on the next thrust, and quicker than he meant to. Seth gasped and pressed back into him.
"I thought you promised torturous... Nnn..."
Atem looked down. Seth hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he was obviously enjoying the sensations. He had a look of absent concentration on his face, and his hips continued their subtle shifting.
He thrust in hard and leaned over his back. "The torturous part comes when I finish and leave you here, unfulfilled."
"I'll break your arm," Seth promised, gripping it tighter to back up his threat.
"And then we never have sex again. Ever." He punctuated his statement with the type of thrust he really wanted to be giving, burying himself harshly in his lover. Seth's response was just a sharp groan and shoving himself back into him. He couldn't resist that; he let himself pick up the speed he wanted, holding his priest down so that he could set the unrelenting pace without interference.
Seth wouldn't have slowed him down any, but if Seth want to be the one setting the pace he should have been awake earlier.
Once Seth's ass started actively responding to him it was hard to hold out. He allowed him to slide a hand between himself and the bed, invisibly jerking himself off while he was fucked - he was a magnanimous god-king and would never actually allow his lover to go unfulfilled, however irritating he was being, especially when his arm's well-being hung in the balance. Seth's eyes stayed closed the entire time, and his breaths turned harsh and panting. He was exciting...
"I'm going to cum in you..." he warned breathlessly, fucking him as deeply as he could. If only he had more to shove inside him...
"Do it," Seth panted.
He slapped his ass sharply. "So demanding."
"Do it..." It was a moan this time.
With a groan, he agreed, leaning over Seth's back again and grinding his hips into him, shooting his seed inside him. Seth groaned in appreciation and jerked himself to climax, the squeezing and hungry muscles sucking every last drop out of him.
Atem leaned over his sexy lover, panting, for a couple minutes before he finally pushed himself out of him and fell over on his side. His arm was still prisoner, but for the moment he just looked up at the ceiling and let it be. Seth groaned and stretched out again on the bed, sounding fully ready to pass back out.
When he looked over, though, Seth finally had his eyes open, and they were looking at him. He was still using the royal arm as a particularly uncomfortable pillow.
He admired the sexy just-fucked look on his priest and made himself think about his morning rituals. Ugh, getting out of bed was a terrible responsibility. Better to just stay here with Sexy Seth. Sexy, Infuriating, Son of a Bitch Seth...
"So how long were you pretending to sleep?" he asked once his breathing had more or less calmed down.
Seth gave him a thin smirking smile.
Atem just rolled his eyes and forcibly yanked his arm away, rubbing it with a tolerant glare as he rolled out of his bed. “We're going to pick this conversation up again after dawn rituals,” he promised.
AUTHOR: setosgirl
DATE: 1-6-11
FANDOM: YGO
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own YGO
PAIRINGS: Atem/Seth
TYPE: Fluff/PWP
OCs: --
CHAPTER: Oneshot
RATING: NC-17
WORDS: 1845
WARNINGS: lemon, cousincest
SUMMARY: Seth has something of Atem's, and Atem will resort to dirty, pleasurable tricks to get it back.
NOTES: Written for the prompt ( http://fancy-random.lythande.com/archives/77 ) of “Sloth”, as in the mortal sin. Mostly because there's no specific writing prompt for “Seth is just being a jackass again”.
~~~~~~~~~~
Wake Up Call
A lithe form stretched out in the luxurious bed, the Pharaoh woken an hour before dawn by simple habit. He had to be up to sing the sun to life in a little while, and he always enjoyed actually being able to wake up and get in a good lounge before he had to work...
His stretch and lounge were both interrupted this morning because there was something heavy and gorgeous on his arm. He rolled onto his side and tried to free himself from the peaceful face using him as a pillow, only to have his arm forcefully dragged back into position and planted firmly beneath him. The priest to whom the head belonged never even started to wake up.
He gave in and let his head fall back to the bed, his arm firmly held prisoner, and admired the view. Seth hadn't even managed to get all his jewelry off last night; gold bands circled his wrists and neck and ankles, glinting alluringly in the bright starlight that came through the broad open window. His hair was in absolute disarray, but it added something to his appeal. His long, lean, bare-save-for-jewelry body stretched out on his stomach over the sheets added a lot to the appeal too.
"High Priest..." he whispered, leaning close to Seth's ear so that his breath ruffled the dark strands. "Your king commands you to release the royal appendage..."
Seth remained stubbornly oblivious to the world.
He huffed and put his head on his arm. He was pretty sure Seth's cheekbones had put it to sleep from the elbow down. And such nice cheekbones they were, too...
He slowly wiggled his arm back and forth, trying to loose it from its captor. It was slow going, and as it went he let his eyes wander down the body in bed with him. The planes of muscle were fascinating... stimulating, even, to inspect. Seth had a certain something that a lot of other bodies around him lacked. Probably from a life of farming and building and hunting and chores, rather than studying and training. He was no more muscular than the burly priests and soldiers who had trained their bodies since childhood, but it was a more genuine sort of muscle. And his Pharaoh certainly approved.
Unfortunately, right now he was insisting on using it for evil, rather than good... The moment his arm started to slip, Seth yanked it back and planted it firmly in its approved pillow position, all in his sleep.
"Damn you, Seth..." He tugged; Seth held firm. He braced his other hand on Seth's shoulder and tugged; Seth tugged back, and he only managed to pull his shoulder a little before he admitted he lost.
He lay back down, rubbing his upper arm and glaring at Seth. He was too damn pretty when he was sleeping to be mad at... he was too damn infuriating to forgive. It was tough being king, and to be forced to make such decisions.
"I shall have to punish you if you don't release me..." he warned the sleeping priest.
The sleeping priest slept.
"Don't you have pre-dawn duties as well?" he complained, eying Seth's toned back and wondering if he was ticklish. Unfortunately, if he was, he'd never revealed it yet.
He did know one place Seth was vulnerable... His eyes wandered back up, looking for his hands, but they were both well occupied holding the pillow-arm in place. So inconvenient.
Hm. His eyes wandered back down, looking for a point of assault, and a grin slowly spread over his face. He levered himself up, twisting the pinned arm in Seth's grasp, and swung himself over to straddle his taught buttocks. Seth didn't seem to notice the change; he leaned down to speak into his ear again.
"High Priest Seth," he murmured, "for the crime of imprisoning the royal person and segments thereof, you are officially sentenced to being woken in the most torturous way known to man..." He ran his fingers through Seth's messy hair, looking for any reaction. There was none.
"So let it be written, so let it be done," he finally decreed, and sat up as much as his captive limb would allow.
He really wasn't used to that phrase being ignored. Half playful and half irritated, he lightly slapped Seth's ass, and didn't get so much as a flinch.
Well. That should be interesting, anyway.
If he leaned over Seth and stretched, he could just barely reach the little pot of lotus oil at the bedside. He rubbed his fingers around inside until they were slick and then pulled them back, drawing them down Seth's ass and in between the two muscular cheeks. He watched his face closely for any sign of waking as he pressed them inside of him and got him slick and ready.
There was none. Atem began to wonder exactly what his priest could sleep through.
With a smile and more eagerness than he would have expected, he dipped into the oil again and spread it over his hard cock. He really hadn't expected this to be very exciting, and yet here he was, excited.
This was really all Seth's fault. He doubted his lover was going to complain, but if he did he would just point that out. He had no business being sexy in the Pharaoh's bed if he didn't want to face the consequences of that.
And also, stealing his arm. He had no business doing that, either.
He used the stolen arm to brace himself as he slowly pushed inside. As he pressed past the initial resistance, his uncooperative Seth finally reacted. A faint moan of pleasure escaped him in his sleep, and he shifted back, unconsciously spreading his legs.
Atem grinned to himself and pulled back out of him completely. A soft sigh escaped Seth, and a subtle shifting of his thighs and rear. A wanting motion if he ever saw one.
He considered leaving him that way so that he could wake up horny and not know why, but his arm was still thoroughly trapped, and Seth wasn't the only one who was wanting now. Instead he slowly pressed back inside him, watching Seth's breath catch for a second, and gradually seating himself to the hilt inside the hot, tight body.
Little sexy noises greeted him, and he bit back a groan of his own. The damn priest was taunting him. He wanted to say to hell with the slow and gentle approach, and just rear back and slam into him like a god damned beast, but seeing how far he could get before he woke him had become part of the game now. A masochistic torturous part...
Slowly, he drew almost completely out and just as slowly reseated himself. He bit back a moan this time too, the better to listen to Seth's, and watch him slowly arch up into him. Seth's unconscious, or maybe semi-conscious by now, body picked up his rhythm and shifted slowly with him with the contractions of a few muscles. He was surprised by how erotic it was... but then, Seth had proven that he could turn standing moodily off to one side into an erotic performance. Or maybe that was in the eye of the beholder.
Seth's breaths were coming in light pants as he was slowly and methodically fucked; Atem felt him squeeze progressively tighter on the arm he had, and he saw the priest's other hand on the sheets, tangling in them tightly. This was almost worth having to control himself for. So was the slow way Seth's body consumed him with each thrust, and fought to keep him as he pulled away.
He groaned quietly and gripped Seth's hip with his free hand, burying himself particularly deep on the next thrust, and quicker than he meant to. Seth gasped and pressed back into him.
"I thought you promised torturous... Nnn..."
Atem looked down. Seth hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he was obviously enjoying the sensations. He had a look of absent concentration on his face, and his hips continued their subtle shifting.
He thrust in hard and leaned over his back. "The torturous part comes when I finish and leave you here, unfulfilled."
"I'll break your arm," Seth promised, gripping it tighter to back up his threat.
"And then we never have sex again. Ever." He punctuated his statement with the type of thrust he really wanted to be giving, burying himself harshly in his lover. Seth's response was just a sharp groan and shoving himself back into him. He couldn't resist that; he let himself pick up the speed he wanted, holding his priest down so that he could set the unrelenting pace without interference.
Seth wouldn't have slowed him down any, but if Seth want to be the one setting the pace he should have been awake earlier.
Once Seth's ass started actively responding to him it was hard to hold out. He allowed him to slide a hand between himself and the bed, invisibly jerking himself off while he was fucked - he was a magnanimous god-king and would never actually allow his lover to go unfulfilled, however irritating he was being, especially when his arm's well-being hung in the balance. Seth's eyes stayed closed the entire time, and his breaths turned harsh and panting. He was exciting...
"I'm going to cum in you..." he warned breathlessly, fucking him as deeply as he could. If only he had more to shove inside him...
"Do it," Seth panted.
He slapped his ass sharply. "So demanding."
"Do it..." It was a moan this time.
With a groan, he agreed, leaning over Seth's back again and grinding his hips into him, shooting his seed inside him. Seth groaned in appreciation and jerked himself to climax, the squeezing and hungry muscles sucking every last drop out of him.
Atem leaned over his sexy lover, panting, for a couple minutes before he finally pushed himself out of him and fell over on his side. His arm was still prisoner, but for the moment he just looked up at the ceiling and let it be. Seth groaned and stretched out again on the bed, sounding fully ready to pass back out.
When he looked over, though, Seth finally had his eyes open, and they were looking at him. He was still using the royal arm as a particularly uncomfortable pillow.
He admired the sexy just-fucked look on his priest and made himself think about his morning rituals. Ugh, getting out of bed was a terrible responsibility. Better to just stay here with Sexy Seth. Sexy, Infuriating, Son of a Bitch Seth...
"So how long were you pretending to sleep?" he asked once his breathing had more or less calmed down.
Seth gave him a thin smirking smile.
Atem just rolled his eyes and forcibly yanked his arm away, rubbing it with a tolerant glare as he rolled out of his bed. “We're going to pick this conversation up again after dawn rituals,” he promised.