The Romans had arrived. They hadn't come quietly either. They had come in huge battalions with huge swords and shields. They hadn't been gentle, either. They had come in fighting, slaying anyone who got in their path. Soldiers, civilians, even children. And they didn't flinch. The arrows had been no match for their shields and the sickles no match for their swords. They had infiltrated Egypt, destroying everything in their paths, and now, they stood inside the temple, stood before Atem and his council, and they didn't even bow. They looked around, possibly for treasure, possibly to satisfy their curiosity. But they didn't bow.

Blue eyes watched from the corner of the shadows. They gleamed as they traced the figures in uniform, the horrible metal that they wore and the strange hats. He didn't understand their tongue, it sounded alien and wrong.

He heard his name shouted, and he stepped from the darkness and appeared before the soldiers who simply stared. He nodded as the pharaoh spoke to him, before pointing at the leader of one of the groups, beckoning him forward. He watched the brown eyes narrow, looking the Egyptian up and down. He tilted his head slightly and began to follow him.

Once in the hallway and away from everyone else, Seth inspected the Roman further. He had golden hair, like sand and deep brown eyes. He was young, possibly no older than Seth himself, yet he held and air of power around him. He didn't seem to be bothered about being in the presence of the high priest, nor did he act any different. He remained silent, doing nothing other than staring at the brunet across from him.

He didn't like Egypt. It was too hot and the roads were unstable, sandy. They had no fields, no mountains. No, they did have mountains, but they were made by man. They didn't roll with grass and livestock. They were stocked with slaves and mud. It wasn't like home, not like Rome at all. The blond watched as the Egyptian began to point to himself.

'Seth.' He said quietly, and then gestured to the blond. Nodding, the blond understood the gesture, and spoke back.

'Ioseph.' He watched the brunet nod. He pointed back to the blond.

'Joseph?' it was close enough, Ioseph nodded.

'Seth?' The blond gestured back. He nodded. The brunet had to admit, he found the golden hair quite attractive. There were no blonds in Egypt, and before he knew it, his fingers had reached out to touch the loose strands of the soldier's hair.

It was surprisingly soft, almost silk like between his fingertips. Did the entire man feel this way? He let his hand drift down the side of the tanned cheek, falling off his sharpened cheekbone. Yes. His skin was soft. It was void of dry blood and mud. He watched the brown eyes stare, before a hand was raised to his own face, a thumb gently tracing over his lips.

Ioseph paused. They were soft. Rome understood the love between men and the passion they shared, was Egypt the same?

Curios to find out, he gently pressed his own lips against the priests, his heart beating faster as he did so. He smiled slightly when a dark hand encircled his waist, pulling him closer. It would seem Egypt was more like Rome than he originally thought. He smiled into the kiss, parting his lips slightly, taking advantage of the brunet when he opened his mouth for air.

He slipped his tongue in, letting the organs meet for a few moments, electricity flying, before he pulled away, finding his hand tangled in soft brown hair.

They stared into each other eyes for a few moments, before Seth took Ioseph's hand, and led him down the stone corridor to a room behind a curtain. He led the blond inside. There was a simple golden bed, with vases and stone work. It was like the king's room in Alexandria, a city they visited not long before this one.

Seth led the man to the bed, pushing him downwards gently before ravishing his lips once again.

He let his hand run over the tanned shoulder of the roman, brushing soft golden locks out of the way as their laid down, their tongues entwining again. The priest was shocked to suddenly find himself on his back, the blond straddling his hips. Ioseph was a Roman. They came and conquered, and never lost. Seth fought back against the blond, to find himself losing energy, and gaining blood pressure. He could feel the little energy he had channel southwards, building in an uncomfortable momentum against the linen he wore. It didn't go unnoticed by the roman, who slid himself over the hardened organ, teasing the poor Egyptian. Roman's were known for their torture, their inhumane…Seth was cut off from his train of thought by the soft crushing against his lips. He parted his mouth once again, allowing the blond access.

He felt a shiver as his robe was removed, peeled off and discarded on the floor. He continued to watch the roman tear off his tunic, throwing it to follow the linen robe.

He stared in awe. The roman was toned, more so than a slave. His golden hair fell lightly about his shoulders, partly covering his eyes.

Ioseph stared at the man beneath him. His perfectly even skin, lithe and almost boy-like in the lack of muscle, yet still a sight to behold. Slowly, he ran his finger over the flesh, causing the Egyptian to gasp. He continued to let his hand drift southwards, stopping gently over the throbbing member that rested at the tip of his knees…

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part 1 of a 2 part story. Ish. Not really a story, more like a draggin lemon thing.

The last thing I wrote age 18. yup.

Ioseph is the greek/latin for Joseph or Joey by the way aha.

Hope you like it!

It's my birthday present to me! Haha

Please R&R

Love Anna

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