Thank you all SO much for reviewing! I preyed my heart out asking for some decent reviews. Also, I apoloise for the spelling errors in the last chapter. I will definitely try harder this time. Again, please take the time to review this chapter if you like it.
I may be losing internet access in two days. My mother tells me that we have been having trouble with the router (modem?), and that it may need to be replaced. Sorry to anyone who was expecting super fast updates!
Also, I may be forced to make the rating higher on the story, because of some crude words in this chapter. It's embarassing, but I will do it if necessary.
Atemu was shaking as he walked down the cold stone hallway. He told himself it was just from the cold desert night, and the fact that he was dressed in little more than a slip. However deep down he knew that he was at once fearing and anticipating this meeting with his cousin. At the thought of Seto, heat swelled into his cheeks...and other parts of him as well. Atemu pulled his cape tighter around his waist to obstruct his growing errection.
He all but lept out of his skin when Mahaado sauntered around a corner up ahead, the flutter of his robes anouncing his presence. Atemu froze up and pulled the cape around his slender form to hide his state of dress and frustration.
Mahaado caught sight of him immediatly and sidled up to him gracefully. "Sire, whatever are you doing out of your chambers at this hour?"
Atemu swallowed hard. Was Mahaado looking him over? Did he appear suspicious? Oh, dear...
Mahaado crossed his arms looking the young Phraoh over critically. An expression of shock overcame his normally placid features. "What!" Atem cried, backing up a little.
"Sire, where are your shoes?" Atemu jumped back acting as if he'd been shot. "Sire?" Mahaado walked forward, putting his hand over Atemu's smaller ones. "Sire, is there something on your mind?"
A low whine could be heard throughout the corridor as Atemu stepped back, his cape momentarily falling away from his hips. He shivered in the cool air and shook his head, causing his multi-toned hair to sway and rustle softly.
"I am perfectly well, Mahaado," he stammered uncertainly. "I've just stepped out for a stroll to clear my mind."
He sighed and stepped around Mahaado, not willing to carry the conversation any further. "Return to your room," he said. "I would like to be alone."
"Yes Sire." Mahaado intoned, and he continued down the hall. Atemu sighed heavily and turned in the direction of the kitchens. He would have to take another route, lest Mahaado be alerted to his intentions.
After walking for a good fifteen minutes, a thought peirced his heart as he realized the time and he feared he would be late. Not wanting to run for fear that his steps would bring someone to his side, Atemu settled for fast walking and a prayer that his cousin would wait just a short time. Just a few minutes longer after midnight...then Atemu would share his secret love for Seto.
To his immense relief, Seto was still in the garden, standing stoicly among the palms and blossoms of the royal garden. His blue eyes glimmered in the twilight, reflecting the stars above as he looked whistfully up at the sky. Suddenly, as if aroused from his revery by Atemu's mere presence, he turned, regarding the young king.
Atemu shuddered again, feeling the rush of heat return. He stepped shyly toward Seto, lowering his violet eyes to the ground in blissful shame and allowing his cape to fall away from him and pool on the ground at his feet.
He lifted his head a bit, blushing bright crimson and speaking softly in regard to his older cousin.
"Seto..."
His cousin stood his ground, backlit by the large moon. The sight choked any other words from Atemu's throat and he took in the sight of a light robe draped over Seto's long limbs. Long seconds followed and the wind rustled burnt sienna hair. Atemu's cheeks burned and a feeling of dread at his choice of dress began to creep up into Atemu's mind. What if the letter had been nothing more than a cruel prank? Unshed tears burned in the corner of Atemu's eyes.
There was a touch to his chin, and Atemu lifted his head. Slowly, Seto enfolded the younge phraoh into his arms whispering "Atemu.."
Trembling, Atemu laid his head on Seto's chest and sighed breathlessly. He suddenly felt so foolish. He had come in this exotic sort of clothing, and it seemed that Seto would have accepted him in a peasant's rags. Tears spilled from his eyes, twinkling breifly in the dim light of the moon and stars before dropping onto Seto's chest.
"Please tell me that this is more than a cruel joke," he pleaded softly, snivelling.
Seto listed his head and brushed a thumb across Atemu's lips and smiled fondly. "Of course, my Phraoh, my love. For I would not be cruel to thee lest I wish to stake mine own heart. My love for you flows like the nile at monsoon and I can stem it as easily as you, bright Aten, can stop the sun from rising. However, ours is a love that must be in secret in the darkest depths of the night. Please understand that, and please accept me." He tightened his grip around the boy who held within him the power of the three ledgedary Gods.
A soft shudder ran through Atemu as he melted into the kiss, feeling something warm blossoming below his belly. He sighed as Seto's words reached his ears, sending his mind into a state of bashful euphoria.
"I understand," he murmured softly, yet more crystaline tears streaming down his face. Whether they were of joy or pain, he wasn't certain. "It pains me to conceal our love..."
"Oh, but me must my King. For if anyone would ever find out, it would be my death and you would fall from the throne!" He swept Atemu off his feet and into his arms, dipping the boy's head toward the ground and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
Atemu's eyes fluttered shut, tears mingling in his eyelashes before cascading down his face. The blossoming heat in his lower extremities spread out into a warm, melty sensation as his body went limp.
The feeling intesiified when Seto deepened the kiss, his eager tongue flicking against Atemu's lips. He opened them coyly, allowing the priest access. His body quivered as Seto explored him, setting his nerves on fire.
He pressed his enflamed body against Seto, craving more of those wonderful sensations. His clothes were becoming even more revealing as sweat seeped through the sheer fabric.
Seto pushed up the hem of Atemu's gown and Atemu wrapped his leg around Seto's waist. Seto re-adjusted his grip on the other boy and moved a hand over his neck and chest to play on erect nubs of flesh. Atemu stiffened and gasped as an electric shock traveld straight though his body. He whimpered, wanting to convey his feelings to Seto but unable to find the breath in which to do so.
He couldn't bear Seto's advances much longer. His mind floated along, empty and lust-addled as Seto's hands played over his flustered body. If he allowed this to go on any longer, he would succumb and... and... oh, gods. It was so intoxicating. He was losing his senses. It had to stop before he lost himself.
Regretfully, he pulled away from Seto's grasp, shuddering violently. He moaned, partly in lingering pleasure, and partly for the loss of the enebriating sensation of Seto's ministrations.
"We... we can't," he managed to gasp, slender legs quaking under him and threatening to buckle under him. His body was fully flushed with blood, and his mind hazed. But he had to retain his dignity. He was pharaoh, and love or not, he would not have Seto seducing him in the middle of the garden. "We have to... to wait. Later."
Atemu flushed brightly and curled up against Seto. The priest anticipated his moves, and scooped the small pharaoh up in his arms.
"If... if that's what you think is best," Atemu murmured. He tried his best to sound certain and confident, but he was still trembling inside. He did not feel... prepared to give himself to Seto. Even though he loved him. And the new moon was so near...
He was silent as Seto toted him back to his chambers, feigning slumber. Seto was stopped once by Mahaado, and once by an overtly curious palace guard, and explained that Atemu had fallen asleep in the garden, and that he was returning him to his bed. Mahaado had made a maternal tsking sound, but hadn't pressed the issue any further.
Soon, Seto was setting Atemu into his bed. Atemu smiled up at him sleepily, somnulent mind slowly slipping into rest. His vision faded, eyes falling shut as Seto brushed his wavy golden bangs away and kissed his forehead.
He slumbered peacefully, and dreamed the most wonderful dreams that night. When Ra rose in his boat on the horizon the next morning, he was certain that he could still feel Seto's arms around him, even smell his scent.
And then, something caught his eye. Something out of place in his room. The Millennium Puzzle that he had left resting on his bedside table was disturbed. Underneath it, he could make out the shape of a thinly-folded sheet of papyrus. It seemed that Seto had left him another note.
He smiled brightly and gingerly retrieved the note, sitting himself up in his bed to read it. However, he couldn't quite make sense of the message.
There was no writing to be seen, only a crude landscape scrawled on the sheet. It appeared to be a sunrise, but...
The sun was blotted out. Missing. A cold tremor run through him as he gazed down at the paper, eyes trailing slowly over the scratchy lines.
This was no love letter.
Eeeek! Oh, my. I'm so very sorry that it got a bit steamy in this chapter. I wanted to convey that their passions are pent up and finally being released, but I'm afraid that it just came off as so... trashy. Please don't let it ruin your opinion of the story! It isn't all like that at all!
Again, please review if you enjoyed this. Even if the steamy bits annoyed you a bit, it will improve vastly soon. Just give it a chance.
