Title: Of adoration and abhorrence

Summary: It all begins with a traditional Egyptian wedding. All would be great if the bride didn't hate the groom so much. Atem/Seth for now. Mpreg, Yaoi, One-sided love

Genre: Romance/Angst

Rating and Warning: M Prideshipping, Yaoi (Boy/Boy love) One of those men getting pregnant. (The fuck?) Swearing, violence, people dying. More if I can think of it.

Disclaimer: How do I keep forgetting these things!? I do not own anything Yu-Gi-Oh related.

A/N: First Mpreg! This feels so weird… I'll continue if there is enough support, so click the review button at the end and tell me what you think. Chapters will get longer if I do update. Whoo!

…--- Chapter one ---…

For all the important roles religion plays in ancient Egyptian life, there is one place it has no role at all. The Egyptian marriage. There wasn't even a civil ceremony. Rather, marriage simply took place when two young people decided to move in together. Usually the bride would move in with her husband, and start a common household. But that doesn't mean that marriage was not taken seriously.

Especially when it was the ruling Pharaoh, God of all Egypt, who was to be married to a young priest able to give him the children everyone rejoiced he would give birth to.

Pharaoh Atem was beyond content. Only two weeks ago the last of battle remnants were cleaned or disposed of, the dead were buried and life began anew. It had been three months ago the battles ended, three months ago the high priest of the land of dragon had attacked the kingdom in a final and desperate attempt to overthrow the king. Three months ago that same priest became his, as a peace offering of good will. Receiving the high priest as his bride had been the best day of his life. Until today that is.

Love and affection were indeed a part of the Egyptian marriage, and our bride could expect to be loved and respected by the soon to be husband.

The young king turns his head to watch his bride, his priest, and now his 'wife' in the most literal of senses. The brunet glares hard at the golden plate in front of him, refusing to eat. His blue eyes, deep pools of emotion rarely move from the plate, refusing to look at anyone. Those blue eyes, those beautiful blues the Pharaoh had fallen in love with only months ago.

One of the expectations of the ancient Egyptian marriage was the bringing forth of children. Sometimes there would be a trial marriage for a year to see if pregnancy would occur. Seth, a priest from the land of dragon and one of the rarest in his kind. In a land ruled by Gods, where magic is as real as the dragons crossing the sky and the damned alive and fighting, anything was possible. One year he thought to himself. If he could refrain from becoming pregnant and deny his husband what he desired most of him, he could be released. Released and returned to a life as a priest at the temple he called his home. He dreads the bed he was to sleep in tonight.

He dreads the many attempts at conceiving that are to come. He knows of his husband's affection, how much the man loves him, claims to love him. Atem had attempted to court him many a time, had attempted to capture his attention and heart many a time, but all he captured was his hand in marriage.

The worst part of this all was that it was that which had been enough. He can feel the happiness coming from the young king, the pride, the grace and glory he basks in whenever a person Seth cares nothing for congratulates him with this marriage, with his beautiful wife and blessings for many children that were soon to follow.

The day of the marriage was really quite simple. The bride merely moved her, or in this case his belongings into the home of the husband. This, of course, is no common household and no common marriage. Ever since his defeat months ago Seth had lived in the temple of Kamoon, the water temple. From this night forth he was going to live in the palace of the Pharaoh, in his bed, in his arms.

So what does the bride wear? He wears a long skirt made of linen, hanging from his waist and hiding his long legs. There is a slid on either side running up all the way up to his waist. No other clothing to cover his chest. Seth himself had not owned any gold, silver of even lapis, he was adorned with the jewels of the royal family, of which he was now a part. The big necklace around his neck seems to gain weight the longer he carries it. The gold embedded with small stones of lapis hangs loosely from his neck, resting partially on his chest. The young bride strokes the item, annoyed once again at the matching cuffs on either wrist, the matching rings on four out of ten fingers and the manacles wrapped around his upper left arm.

In his own opinion, he whished he could just have grabbed his bag with whatever he owned, which hadn't been much to begin with, and just dressed 'down' for moving day.

Once more he fingers the necklace. His Pharaoh had chosen them, the young king Atem loved showering him with earthly possessions he cared even less about then his husband himself.

No… that wasn't true. He cared nothing for these items of the land, these jewels of gold and gem. He cared not for the home he would soon occupy with his husband, the servants at his very disposal. He just didn't care for any of it.

Pharaoh Atem however, he hated. The bastard he was forced to marry to ensure peace between two countries after a war.

A war he had begun for his country, ordered by his rulers and even family. And where was their support in his overthrowing now? Scattered about the room as they feast and party, celebrating peace and the marriage of their priest and this country's Pharaoh.

Damn them all to hell… Traitors and weaklings…

Knowing how much the ancient Egyptians loved music, dance and food, there are celebrations in honour of the uniting couple. To honour their Pharaoh and his bride the people rejoice. After the death of the former Pharaoh and the crowning of his only born son, none had truly celebrated until this day.

The young king once again feels the angered vibes coming from the love of his life. Seth had been on edge all day. Angered ever since the beginning really, when Seth's father and Atem's mother, who were still alive arranged their marriage for the sake of peace.

Oh yes his family was so sorry for the trouble Seth had caused on his own

The priest crosses his arms once more. Pissed beyond himself, but there is no more harm he can do. Not without a weapon anyway. They had sealed his magic. The brunet looks at both his wrists, at the black seals burned on his wrists. The seals look like an ankh, not very special to begin with, but it was enough to seal all of his power away. No shadow magic, no magic in general… no dragons.

He can feel his dragons reside in the shadow realm, patiently awaiting the return of their master. They know he is in distress, know he misses them.

"Love, you are on edge." What is probably the worst of this all is his lover himself, oblivious to the hate his spouse feels towards him. His red eyes hold nothing but passion, love, affection and happiness. The brunet pretends he doesn't hear his husband's statement over the music.

It causes him to flinch when the back of fingers brush over his cheek. The king jerks his hand back as if burned, concerned he had done something to upset his lover. That ship had sailed months ago.

"Don't touch me you bastard." His silent threat is a hiss through clenched jaws barely audible above the sounds of the feast. No one seems to notice, or pretend they don't notice it. His threat only sparks something else in the red eyes of the king, an emotion bordering on anger only the possessor of shadow magic could wield. It makes the Pharaoh the most powerful man in all of the land, the most feared of all.

It is no secret Atem had enjoyed the chase. Because he knew, in the end, he would get what he wanted.

"Love, let us retreat." The Pharaoh stands and he himself is soon to follow. Their united moving attracts the attention of many party goers. Seth obediently follows his fresh husband, glaring to those who dare congratulate the priest and whish him a lot of healthy children. The fresh bride suddenly feels sick to his stomach as they leave the bustling room of party and into one of the many corridors of the palace. Seth couldn't walk around alone, he would easily get lost without a guide.

He wouldn't mind to get lost and be gone forever. He dreads what is coming, knows what his husband desperately wants from him.

If only he could just crawl into a hole and die…

…--- Final note ---…

Love it? Hate it? To be very honest, I'm not very happy. Any ideas, suggestions, help of any kind is greatly appreciated. Is this anywhere near realistic? (As realistic as it can be… obviously… the whole Mpreg thing n all…) Will be updated if I get enough support!