Disclaimer: all characters belong to YuGiOh!, the Gods mentioned are actual Egyptian Gods and actual stories written about them
Rating: althought it doesn't involve too much gore or the sorts, i have rated it as M
Warnings: fighting, talking about stories [blasphemous to some about the Gods, making fun of the Gods, and malexmale pairing with a sexual scene, although not too much detail in the scene
A God's Will
Wine red orbs scanned though the golden hieroglyphs around the palace. With a soft sigh, the Pharaoh brushed through his yellow bangs and slowed his step, coming to the balcony of the great hall that he enjoyed so much. His eyes scanned the area quickly, looking over his shoulder just in case somebody had followed him from his chambers… but no one came. With another sigh leaving his lips, the Pharaoh entered the balcony and immediately regretted not having taken a covering.
The slim male in his late teens wore only a piece of white fabric that hung by a golden belt around his waist. The front and end flaps were longer, as per usual, and where a soft baby blue with a white trim. Wrapping arms around his slim torso, the powerful youth just seemed to realize that had had forgotten to take off his armbands. His fingers brushed against the simple, cold metal on his upper arms while his eyes were fixated onto the matching pair around his wrists.
With a smile creasing onto his lips, he forced his arms away and leaned forward instead, bracing his elbows onto the balcony railing and looking down onto the lavish gardens that surrounded his Oasis of a city.
His eyes scanned the dark desert, noticing the fires in the distance of the small villages, the black stretch of darkness that was the Nile, the fires that surrounded the Great Pyramids further in the distance, the lights within his own city on the porches of houses to light the streets. Oh how he loved his country. Egypt was his, it was his heart, his soul, his mind and body… it was him.
His wine-coloured eyes rose to the dark skies to watch the stars shine. "Oh dear Nut," he whispered out to the Goddess of the Sky. "As beautiful as ever, I see," he continued to speak to the darkness of the night. "Just wait till the last of your reach is gone so you can return Ra to the people," a light, but sad smile, appeared on his fare features. His smile turned wistful and his eyes glazed over, unfocused completely as he thought of the lover currently sleeping in his chambers. Another one that wanted to be with him only for the power, to look good by his side to relatives and friends.
Hearing footsteps through the hall sent the Pharaoh out of his nirvana and his eyes scanned over his shoulder just in time to see one of his priests walk by. The taller male was dressed in a simple white garb over his shoulder, leaving half of his toned chest bare. A simple white cloth covered his nether regions with the long pieces at the front and back falling to his knees. On his calves were simple golden bands and he wore a pair of sandals to keep his feet off of the cold stone floor.
The Pharaoh smiled over his shoulder lightly before turning to the sky once more and letting his lips part. "Perfect night to be out, is it not?" his voice was velvety smooth, a few notes lower then a teen who's voice just broke, but not as low as the voice that responded.
"My Pharaoh," although caught off guard, the priest quickly regained himself and bowed, his short brown locks falling before his cerulean orbs.
"Oh, even at night I am addressed as so?" the slim boy turned around, resting the back of his waist against the railing, letting his arms stretch out on both sides of him, his fingers gently resting atop the cool stone.
"As always," came the stiff reply and the Pharaoh seemed to grin. He pushed off the railing, walking towards the taller male and stopping barely centimeters from his body.
"My, my… I sure have gotten a faithful one this time," his smile was gone in the blink of an eye and his wandering hand, having gone up the other's body without touching, now grabbed onto the white garb and yanked it viciously, a snarl obvious on his lips as he stepped back to throw the white cloth to the ground. "Or is it you just changed your mind?"
The priest just stood there, his eyes narrowing at the ground since he knew better then to even look at the younger boy's face.
A soft laughter filled the air then and the Pharaoh moved away, walking down the hall back towards his chambers. He looked over his shoulder to see the priest picking up his garb and a sly smile appeared on the teen's features. When the priest had noticed him, the younger ran his tongue along his lips, ending with biting the bottom one before winking and turning completely away. As he walked, there was a light swing in his hips, leaving little to the imagination of his slim body.
The priest sighed softly, not bothering to put on his garment properly, knowing he wouldn't need it once going to bed, and followed in the same direction as the young Pharaoh. When he came to the cross section that branched off their rooms, he looked longingly at the staircase that led to the Pharaoh's room.
"Get out!" he heard the loud scream of a recognizable male and only shook his heads. There was banging and clanging then a heavy door was shut and the priest turned away before he watched yet another one-night lover leave the Pharaoh's chambers.
Sitting at the throne in the chambers, the Pharaoh watched with bored eyes as spokespeople from the villages around Egypt had come to make their requests. More money to get better housing, to store more crops, to have more food for the soon-to-come Akhet: the flooding season.
On the right of his throne stood his advisors, wise men chosen by his father before he passed on to the afterlife, wise men that didn't know how to manage their own business, so they tried to ruin the Pharaoh's. On his left stood his priests, trusted healers and visionaries, all chosen by his father, except one. The one that had joined the court later seemed to be a constant thorn in the Pharaoh's side.
"Your request shall be granted before Sobek runs the waters of his river high," the Pharaoh replied in a calm manner, a smile gracing his features as he watched the man bow and walk off. Next came the individual requests of the villagers, quite a few since the Pharaoh had been delaying this for over three moon cycles now.
There was a man who offered any of his daughters to please the Pharaoh, although not one of them was a day older than twelve. There was another man who offered his own wife, another offered his slaves, and another offered his crops and animals. But the one request that had amused him most was that by a man that had visited the Pharaoh not two Ra-cycles before. The man that had also introduced him to his lover from last night and now stood offering another, this one younger then the first, but with the same dark skin, black hair and black eyes.
The Pharaoh grinned at the young boy, appearing no more than two years younger then him, his long black hair tied back into a neat ponytail and his bare chest muscular, but lean. The Pharaoh smiled inwardly, thinking of another body that looked much better than that, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his youngest and newest priest shift uncomfortably.
"Water eyes," he called out, causing the priest to turn towards him and walk out to stand closer to the throne. "Take him to my chambers and keep him some company," the young Pharaoh grinned at the priest.
The older teen just glared at the ground and nodded stiffly. He led the Pharaoh's newest lover away and heard in the distance as the bored tone of his Pharaoh dismissed another visitor with promises of gifts from the gods.
He looked at the young boy walking a step behind him and rolled his eyes. He appeared just the same as every before. The Pharaoh had taken many lovers in the past few years, consisting of both genders which at first caused confusion and lots of anger by his father… but now seemed only proper since the Pharaoh remained in his role. [1
Almost the entire day passed before the young Pharaoh returned to his chambers, brushing his fingers through his spiked, tri-coloured locks to take away the stiffness and hurt of his head from the golden crown. He didn't seem to notice the two men settled onto the ground in the main room of his chambers and walked right past them.
"My Pharaoh," the new youth quickly rose and bowed stiffly, lowering his eyes to the ground, only to watch the Pharaoh's golden-clad feet step away and past the curtain to where his bed lay.
The youth looked at the priest in confusion, but the brunette didn't even seem to notice, too intent on watching the hieroglyphs on the walls. The raven-head stepped away from the priest and slipped past the golden curtains into the Pharaoh's private room. He watched with wide eyes the figure that lay sprawled on the bed, long limbs stretched out and hardly covered. The Pharaoh had taken off his gown from earlier, discarded now on the floor in all its red and black glory, and remained only in the white under-garments, covering only his lower regions. The cloth had slipped quite high on his thighs though and showed off his strong legs, then wrapped around to show the curves of his buttocks.
The youth stepped forward and fell on his knees at the side of the bed, taking in every detail of the Pharaoh's jewelry, his eyes unwillingly trying to look past the white cloth.
"What is your name?" the Pharaoh's smooth voice sounded, eyes still closed to hide their unique colour, his tri-coloured hair appearing like a halo around his head and one arm resting near his eyes.
"Jabari, my Pharaoh," the youth spoke out, his voice returning to the strong tone it had been before.
"Jabari… Jabari the brave," the Pharaoh whispered out, his eyes barely opening to stare up at the canopy over his bed. "Jabari," he spoke the name again, feeling it roll of his tongue with some difficulty and he soon realized he didn't like it. A frown appeared on his lips and he turned his body to lie on his side, the heavy necklace he wore coming just above his nipples and falling slightly to the side. "You are not needed today servant, you may go back to your family, I shall call for you when you are wanted," without no further words, the Pharaoh turned once again, this time his back towards the young boy and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to imagine the servant with lighter skin, lighter hair and much lighter eyes.
The priest watched as the raven-head walked out of the curtains with a light stomp in his step and had to wonder what had happened. Usually the Pharaoh went and made love to whoever he wanted even when the doors to his chamber were wide open, even when the priests themselves were settled just on the other side of the curtain. He rose from his seat and escorted the male down the stairs and down the long hallway. Once he had gone down one more set of stairs, the youth easily found his way out of the palace and walked home with dropped shoulders.
"Seth," the Pharaoh whispered softly, drawing in his knees and his hands gripping onto the fabric beneath him, his eyes closing tighter as he spoke to his dream. "Don't leave," he whispered out, the words barely audible.
The brunette priest stood at the edge of the large bed, having heard the soft words and feeling something within him break. He walked around and collected the thin sheet used as covering, draping it over the small form that was now laying at the edge of the bed. He leaned down, his lips hovering over the other's for just a moment, before he moved and placed them on the other's forehead. "I am sorry Atemu."
The Pharaoh stirred slightly and reached out blindly, trying to grab what was left of his dream, but his hand only contacted air. The priest sighed softly and stepped away, out of the Pharaoh's reach, before he stepped out of his chambers all together, the memories of the young boy all to clear with the familiar encounter.
"Seth, please stay," the youth looked up at the older boy, his form curled onto the large bed under the sheets, his eyes widening with his returning innocence and his lips forming a light pout.
"You know I can't," the other replied with a sad smile, leaning down to connect his lips with those of the youth.
"I demand it!" the young prince spoke loudly, suddenly rising and letting the covers pool down at his waist, revealing his bare body.
"Even when you become a Pharaoh, love is something you cannot order of someone else," the elder replied while adjusting the white cloth around him.
The youth moved towards the edge of the bed, crawling on all fours and causing the cover to fall to show his complete nudity. "But you already said you love me," he spoke softly, kneeling behind his lover and wrapping his arms around him. Soft lips found their way to the tender flesh at the other's neck and latched on gently.
The older man shivered involuntarily and before he knew it, the garb he had been tying all this time, was once more on the ground, his head forced to the side by gentle hands and lips now latched onto his own.
A moan escaped into the kiss, but neither knew whom it came from. Once the passionate kiss was over, both teens sat there breathless.
"Will you still be my lover after I become Pharaoh?" the youth asked softly, resting his head of tri-coloured locks atop the older boy's shoulder.
A long, tense silence issued, but the prince knew better then to try and ask the question again. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he peeled away from his lover, returning under the covers and turning with his back to the retreating figure.
The last thing that he saw before the sweet abyss of sleep had taken over him… was that beautiful pair of unique, cerulean eyes.
High Priest Seth walked into the Pharaoh's chambers, keeping his steps silent as he gently closed the heavy door. He walked towards the curtain and pulled it aside gently, expecting his Pharaoh to still be sleeping in bed as he so often did before. Instead he was surprised to find the youth sitting on the ground at the side of the bed. The priest sighed softly, seeing only the tri-coloured locks peeking over the edge of the bed. He walked around, ready to scold the Pharaoh to take better care of himself, but was frozen at the sight before him.
Sitting comfortably, the Pharaoh's eyes were fixed onto the distance past the open curtains of his balcony. A hand rested atop a folded knee, his other resting by his side while the matching leg was stretched out. He wore his usual white kilt, but unlike usual, there was a white cloth resting over his shoulders. It fell around him, trying to cover the heavy, golden necklace he hadn't removed, the long golden earrings that rested against it, his elaborate golden bands still resting on every part of his body. The crown, with an eye on the forehead and wings stretching above the ears, was resting by his hand on the ground.
But the thing that amazed the priest most was the look in the Pharaoh's wine-red eyes. They moved ever so lightly, unfocused and glazed-over, watching far past the world that his body resided in. They seemed to be searching for something, and from his clenched jaw and tightened muscles on his face… he hadn't found it yet.
"Atemu?" the priest spoke softly, completely forgetting how to address his Pharaoh properly and not even caring.
The sudden call had the Pharaoh's eyes reacting. His pupils dilated, then focused onto the curtains and the bright light that seeped through the open window. He grimaced softly as the light hit his eyes and a hand rose to shield them away.
"How long have you been here?" the priest chided softly, causing the younger teen to look up at him with a lost expression on his features.
The expression was gone in seconds though and hardened when the Pharaoh slowly rose. "Get out," he spoke under his breath, his eyes focusing above the other's head, his golden fingers already massaging the soreness of his thighs.
"Pha-"
"Get out!" this time it came more like an order and the brunette was caught off guard by the sudden attack. "I swear by the power of Osiris, I shall send you to see his world sooner then your time!" the last of his words came in a near growl, his voice lowering with every word while his eyes dared the blue pair to focus on him. "Get out!"
There was a time. Long ago, what seemed like millennia away though was actually only half a decade. In that time, the brunette had grinned as he watched the younger boy rush across the courtyard to be by his side. The priest-in-training had finished his conversation with his father and turned to see the young prince waiting patiently for him. There was a smile on the young boy's lips, his expression so pure and innocent.
The two used to walk together, talk animatedly, though the young prince did most of the talking. He always explained the details of his work for the day, grumbling, muttering and even begging the older teen for the two to run off somewhere and escape the day's activities. It was during those times that only Seth's words kept the youth going to each of his lessons and meetings.
It was shortly after his father died and the prince was dubbed Pharaoh – being the only child his mother or any of his father's other wives could bare – and he rose to the throne with covered fear. It was during those times that the young Pharaoh looked past his best advisors and highest of priests to consult his childhood friend on the matter at hand.
With a soft sigh, Seth picked himself up from his position. He had exited the Pharaoh's chambers quickly and without looking back, only to find his body collapsing against one of the pillars in the hall beneath the stairs.
"That's right," he suddenly spoke, his eyes focusing back onto the current time and world. It is the Pharaoh's chambers, not Atemu's… the Atemu I knew died long ago.
a fanfic i started the other day... first one i've ever written
sorry if its crappy, hardly has anything to do with the actual story, but it will... somewhat... later on
i suck at fanfics, however i really wanted to get this out... so... here it is
.sye
