This is the first fiction that I have ever decided to post on the internet. I have written several more, but this is the most recently written, and I would like to make a good first impression on you people. You only get one, you know!

Before I continue, I must reiterate my warnings: There is shonen-ai, yaoi, incest, and 'twincest' in this fiction. If you don't like any of these things, please go back to the main page! I don't want to offend anyone.

And I believe it's important to note that there will never, ever, ever be any hentai or pornography in this fiction. I find pornography detestable and offensive, and absolutely refute to write it, especially involvign characters that I lvoe so much. So please review, but not to ask for pornography. I will refuse.

Please review and enjoy the story. I need feedback in order to improv.

Atemu stared blanky over the balcony ledge over the expanse of his kingdom, arms foled under his head. It was a truely beautiful day, with the hot sun shining between sparse clouds and illuminating the parched landscape brilliantly. But a certain melancholy had overwhelmed him these past few days. A deep, hollow feeling in the pit of his chest. Gods, he was depressed. A weight lay heavy on his heart, and he felt that no man could remove it.

No man, that is, save for Seto, his high priest and blood cousin. His lavender eyes glistened with unshed tears at the thought of that man holding him. Something that he could never dream of having. Seto was a man. Seto was his blood relative. It was wrong; so terribly wrong.

But he wanted it. Gods, he wanted it so badly. He wanted Seto to love him.

With a heavy, labored sigh, he lifted himself up and wafted inside, his cape trailing behind him and fluttering softly. Even his room, with its fine stone walls and gilded furniture, seemed dreery and dull to him in his meloncholy state. He stood before his bed and fell onto it, wrapping himself up in the silken sheets the color of the skies at last night. He sobbed silently for a few minutes, finally allowing the dispair to gush forth from him in a torrent of painful whimpers.

His painful revery was interupted by an urgent rapping on his bedroom door. He rolled over moodily and glowered at the offending portal.

"Enter," he murmured.

The door creaked upon its burdened hinges as Mahaado stepped inside, white robes trailing behind him. His expression was grim, even for a priest. Atemu felt himself sinking further into his bed in anticipation of terrible news. He pulled the sheets close to his face in an attempt to conceal his reddened eyes as the man settled on the end of the bed. Even though Mahaado had his grim moments, he was understanding, even warm. Aside from sEto, he was Atemu's favorite of the priests. He was his friend.

"Priest Seto asked me to pass some corrospondence on to you," the priest said dully, pulling a folded, sealed slip of papyrus from his robes and setting it beside Atemu. "He has informed me that it is very dire, confidential matter. Something I've no right to be reading beforehand."

"Then leave me to read it in peace," Atemu mumbled coldly, earning an indignant snort from the priest. The man stood erect and walked out of the room without another word.

The petite king grasped the paper and sat up in his bed, turning the mysterious letter over in his hands. Twice, he started to break the fragile wax seal holding the folds together, and twice he stopped himself. Something about the letter seemed ominous, even threatening. Finally, he set the letter down, wiped his eyes, and walked out of the room. Perhaps a walk in the garden would clear his mind.

It was several long hours before Atemu returned to his bedroom. He felt refreshed for the most part, having spoken at length with Mana in the garden, and eaten dinner not long afterward. Seto had been present at dinner, of course, and had all but refused to make eye contact with him. Atemu had tried his best to convince himself that the burden of the letter's purpose was dampening the priest's spirit, but he couldn't help but feel crushed at being so blatently ignored. And by someone that he loved so dearly...

He threw his cape off and onto his bed and stalked over to his vanity table, flopping down unceremoniously into the chair before it. Sullen amethyist eyes stared back at him; his eyes. He ran a hand through the golden locks of hair falling into his face and heaved a sigh. The heavy sensation was returning, causing him to quake and shiver slightly. He would have to open the ltter now, lest he lose the ambition to open it at all. Gathering all his courage, he stood up from the chair and grasped the letter up from the bed, breaking the wax seal in one smooth motion as he fell onto the bed and started reading. What the letter contained stunned him.

"Atemu, you cannot tell anyone about this letter. If you do not recant what I express herein, please, I beg of you, forget about this letter and all within. These thoughts have haunted me for nigh on two years, now, and I can contain them no longer.

How long has it been that I've known you, and you I?

This passion since burning since so young an age

Protect you and care for you

You taught me to care

I wish only to lose myself in warm flesh and bone

Since you've now come of age

I want you for my own

Please, king, cousin. Meet me in the garden just before midnight tonight. Please. Even if you cannot feel the same way."

The young pharaoh's heart soared. Tears flooded his eyes and emotion overtook him as he clutched the letter to his body and snivelled. His lips twitched into an uncertain smile, and he gathered himself up and stood up from the bed.

He had to see Seto. And seeing Seto meant preparation. He threw his drapes shut and locked his door in order to prepare for the visit with as few interuptions as possible. There were still at least four hours until midnight, so he would have lots of time to improve his appearence and steel his heart. He made his way over to his dresser and started sifting through his clothes, looking for something... interesting. Being pharaoh made this no easier, considering how many different sorts of exotic outfits he had. And Seto had seen every single one at least four times. Well, all except one. He reached into the back of the tall upright dresser and pulled out a billowy slip of a garment. It was a linen sleeping gown that he only wore on certain occasions, or when it was especially drafty. It was a lovely, intimate-looking garment. And Seto hard, to his knowledge, never been in a situation that had allowed him to see it. Atemu stripped bare and threw the slip on before admiring himself in the mirror. It clung and draped in all the appropriate places to be eye-catching, but it wasn't clingy enough to look like something that a whore would wear.

A warm flush came over him just looking at himself in the mirror. Perhaps it was too revealing. Suddenly self conscious, he grabbed his cape up and fastened it, pulling it around himself and blushing brightly. He would just... cover up a bit. Save the actual sight of him in the sleeping gown for Seto and not give anyone else a free peek.

Satisfied, he settled back into his vanity chair to apply his kohl and eyeshadow. It would seem odd for the pharaoh to walk around late at night in such a state, but he could do almost anything he pleased. Or he could delude himself into believing that long enough to feel comfortable about walking around in full dress late at night.

After over two hours of preparation, he finally felt comfortable enough with his apearance to stop preening. All that remained now was to prepare his mind for whatever else Seto had to tell him. He picked up a candle from his vanity, lit it from a lamp, and started to pray.

Seto loved him. He loved Seto. Everything would be all right.

He had to convince himself of that.

Again, please review this! I badly want, no, need, some feedback. I can only get so much in my Creative Writing class, and fanfiction is not allowed. Please! I'll give you my eternal and undying love! But please, don't be too harsh. I'm told that I'm fragile.