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.
Reviews: I would like to start with a big thank you for the great response. I went over the votes and the result you will find at the end of this chapter. I made it so it can be skipped, but still did it so when it is indeed skipped, nothing important is missed. But oh I hope you like the idea of how…
A/N: I'm very unsure about this chapter. Good idea? Or not? Let me know. I'm considering a rewrite, there are more ways this can go anyway.
…- Chapter three -…
As a priest, one should say the gods at least tolerate him. An enemy to this country or not, he had been faithful to his own, faithful to their gods and people alike. Especially since they were the ones who turned against him when everything fell apart in the end. After losing his family, his country, his magic, his dragons and his chance of freedom one would think the gods will reward him with some kind of a break. The priest is still waiting for it, hoping for it.
His new husband kisses his cheek, embracing him closer. Seth closes his eyes, tries to relax and tries his hardest to be somewhere else.
"I love you…" His Pharaoh murmurs against his skin, his breath tickling his neck. It is said love makes people blind, sadly that seems to be true. The brunet places his hands on top of his husband's shoulders, unsure where else to place them, feeling the other shudder in pleasure. Seth knows the boy has wanted him for so long, knows that a simple physical attraction evolved in an adoring respect when the priest rose to power. And in the last few months, though Seth hadn't seen much of the young king he saw him enough to know the respect became love… real love…
It makes him sick to his stomach.
Punch him, kick him, kill him… so many options to choose from… so many options that will have bad consequences. Seth bites his lower lip, using the pain to distract himself from soft and warm hands moving lower and the warm lips nibbling at his skin.
The room is dimly lit by candles and magical objects, but when the light becomes more powerful both 'lovers' break apart. To Seth's great relief his husband releases him and turns, curious at the source powerful enough to make the night turn to day. They both see it, beyond the curtains the sky lights up as a liquid fire dragon takes for the sky with powerful strikes of its wings. One of the many gifts provides by the country of dragon. It is a gigantic dragon, soaring through the sky towards the west, to its home where it belongs.
The young king stares with wide ruby eyes flickering in the light of fire.
"I whish they would… Seth?" The priest is already out of the chambers and is making a swift dash down the corridor, passing many a confused guard and servant as he does so. An echo hollers through the halls, something closely resembling the Pharaoh's enraged shout of his name. Some of the guards look at the priest running by, look up at the shout, then look back at the priest, some of them moving into action to reunite the two newly weds.
An impulse, it had been, really. Just a spur of the moment. One of those many options… that would have bad consequences. Distraction, he needs a distraction or he will be dragged back into the bedroom within the next thirty seconds. It sucks being just a young teen without any kind of power in a palace full of priests and mages.
Another small blessing for Seth when he rounds a corner and into a big chamber, a blessing in the form of a beastwarrior. One of those half beast half man creatures. They are rare in both the land of dragon and this kingdom, their origin lies in the north.
Dubbed Beast King Barbaros, docile at the moment, but easily angered. The beast eyes the priest swiftly creeping closer. He doesn't regard the teen, knows out of instinct that the human is no threat to him, can feel his power sealed away. The human part seems to be mixed with a lion, long blond manes and perfect razor teeth, dark eyes gleaming with pride. He is a very muscular man, broad shoulders, trained and ready for battle. The lower part of his body seems to be more feline then anything, but the priest wasn't very sure. The tip of his long tail is a blood red spear, maybe even poisonous. The junction of the body where beast meets man is at the waist of the human, and the neck of the beast.
Seth inwardly smiles when the beast looks away. There is a large chandelier next to the beast with a happy fire illuminating the room. There are people going about the place, entering to room, some eyeing the priest closing in on the beast, unaware of the trouble he means to create. There is a shout from one of the guards entering the room and more people look towards the direction of the beast king. No sign of the priest, only the chandelier tilting over towards him. Some people begin to panic even before the lantern falls onto the beastwarrior, the flames infuriating him.
Flames live up before dying out, the mighty beast jumps to its feet with an angered roar and begins a rampage, attacking the person closest to him when the priest ducks for cover. More guards enter the room to stop the beast, abandoning the search for the priest for now. People's lives are at stake after all.
Seth, feeling awfully smug dashes through a door on the other side of the room and down a staircase. Though there are servants and guards, they are all needed elsewhere, mainly upstairs where Barbaros is creating an uproar. Maybe, if the brunet can make it outside he could make it very far. It seems like a good idea, if he forgets about consequences, but any idea made on such short notice could be considered stupid and rash. He decides to just hide it out in one of the vacant rooms. If he is absent long enough his husband might be so infuriated he will not touch him.
…Or so infuriated he will not go easy on him.
A fine mess he's gotten himself in, how was he going to charm his way out of this? Seth inhales shakily, tired from the excitement and adrenaline rush, not to mention his sort of running away. He doesn't remember getting out of breath this fast, it scares him. Had he known it would be this bad he would have…
The brunet stops thinking in mid-sentence, trying to blend into the shadows of the room but obviously failing miserably. A slim shadow moves into his direction, being none to stealthy about his steps or the chocked chuckle softly echoing. The priest knew someone would find him, just not this soon. He makes no new attempt at fleeing, knowing that this is the wrong man to anger. This man is one of the few who know the priest well enough to mistrust him, and the magician had tried to lock him away or get him executed many a time before, luckily the Pharaoh had been in the way with his affection towards Seth.
"You youngsters and your foreplay." His voice is raspy and dry as the desert, hoarse as if he had been screaming and screeching the entire day. His attire consists of black leather made of a black dragon's hide, covering his entire body save for his face. How he manages to move around in it, survive with the desert heat and burning sun, was a mystery. His face, skin a sickening white and eyes a deadly brown able to pierce the very soul of a human being. He wears a helmet resembling two giant horns, resembling a devil in disguise. A giant stone is embedded in the headdress, faintly glowing blue with magical power. His black hair floats only inches above the ground, not a knot in the long strands of silk ghosting behind him. His long staff, empowering his magic, almost as long as he is, rests peacefully in his left arm.
He holds a high position in this kingdom, a nobleman in the court. Had been for over eighty years now, had retained his youthful beauty for decades as well. He doesn't look a day over twenty, and if one were to ignore his ghastly skin he could be considered handsome even.
"Naughty priest, your Pharaoh will be unable to make proper love to you if you are not around to receive." Voice hoarse, he still manages to make the scolding sound high and mighty. He waves a finger and purses his lips, mouthing a no, no, no in the progress.
Seth refrains from grinding his teeth. What bothers the high priest most is the magician's height, he stands taller then he by almost two heads alone, and that is if one wouldn't count his helmet. It is highly doubted that he is even human amongst other royals, but his reputation of devotion is worth more then childish assumptions coming forth from jealousy.
"I look forward to the titter tatter of baby blue-eyes you without a doubt will produce." He was more interested in the how and the growth of his babies, which the mage was, unfortunately, put in charge of. In his life the magician has seen many things, but a man able to produce children himself, that is still new. It makes him curious, he licks his lips with a black tongue and smiles a wicked grin.
That grin only graces his face when he knows something he can use for his own amusement. The magician is a cruel man, loves to make his enemies suffer to his own pleasure. Where others use violence, he makes use of mental abuse. Which is, as the youngster had found out the hard way, worse then any kind of physical abuse.
"You know how I feel about you running around freely." He changes the subject and his face drops into a scowl. "I was… just…"
"I know, which is why I'm here." He voices a hidden threat and the teen visibly shakes, stepping backwards, backing into the wall behind him. This man had been a threat with matching stature when they had first met. Now that Seth had no tools or magic to defend himself with, the man was even more intimidating. "Come… your husband must be worried sick."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Oh I'm so sorry…" He begins, taking a dramatic pose. "…have I given you the indication you have a say in this?" He places his free hand on his cheek, feigning regret. "Because you don't."
The magician grabs the shorter teen by his upper arm and keeps him from fleeing again. Every attempt at escape would be futile. The magician is in an advantage in every way, starting from his magic to his keen aptitude, to his overall empowered physique. Magic also enforces the body, the stronger the mind and magic, the stronger the body. A magician could never be compared to a warrior in this matter, no, but compared to overall humanity, they are physically superior. Especially when up against a stressing teen barely half their size.
A series of soft thuds echo almost quietly when the priest slams his fist repetitively against the magician's chest, scarring himself in the process. The tall man reacts, clearly amused by the misery of the young male, grabbing the free arm of the youngster and trapping the teen against his chest, bending his arms behind his back. "Let me go!"
"As you know, I hold Atem very dearly." He captures both wrists of the brunet in one hand, freeing his other hand. The youngster struggles in his hold, not causing much effect at all.
"His happiness is all I thrive for. After all he has been very good to me." He has been around for many generations, not about to be outsmarted by a little punk like the priest.
"And tonight he will only be happy if he can show you how much he desires you. So I will assist to that." The priest has gone back to struggling again. Something is stabbing his chest on several places, no doubt parts of the other's extraordinary attire. He wishes there was something he could do to throw the man off, but he wasn't succeeding.
"He wants your love…" He murmurs and moves his hand for the priest to see. "So let us give him what he wants." The raspy purr is a veil to cover his horrible intensions. A pair of blue eyes dare to look up, the strong demeanour of the teen slowly fading.
The magician has tilted his head to the side, a small bottle between his teeth. A single drop of blue liquid is threatening to spill from the top. The teen tries to move his head to the side, a strong hand halts further movement and the thumb forces his lips apart. He bites on the leather clad thumb, barely doing any damage. The bastard was wearing something beneath it as well, maybe to protect it. He had been planning this so it seemed.
The magician pushes the head of the teen back as far as it can be bend, uncaring he hurts the youngster, and uses his height to his advantage. He tilts his own head and expertly spills the liquid. Most of it falls into the teen's mouth, much to his appease. Seth is able to spit just a little bit out before the other man's hand covers his mouth to keep him from spilling more. He can hear glass breaking, no doubt the small bottle that was discarded.
"This is only a temporary measure. But it will suffice until I find something to… prolong its effects." He manages to cover the youngster's mouth and his nose with one hand, cutting his air supply. The youngster mewls pathetically, blue eyes going wide is sheer terror. He begins to struggle as violently as he can. The taller man pushes him against the wall, cornering him without so much as breaking a sweat. He chuckles again when the teen finally swallows.
The liquid makes his stomach go cold and he feels suddenly very sick. The same cold becomes a heat and begins to drag through his entire body like a fever. Within seconds he is bathing in sweat, head swirling even though he is kept in place. When he is allowed to breath again the nausea subsides in waves, and soon enough he feels good enough to hate the other man again.
"Won't it just kill you to know that you are going to make love to your husband, and you will be eager to participate?" His lips curl into a devious smile at the frozen glare send his way. The youngster is at a loss of words, furious beyond himself. His limbs feel numb and his anger only rises when the black haired man raises him in his arms like one would wear a bride and leaves the dark protection of the room for the bustling halls of the palace. "Tell the Pharaoh I found his bride."
"Yes milord." The servant makes a dash for it, not questioning why the priest is in the arms of the magician. People flee and jump out of his way when he walks past with long strides. A few dare to offer assistance which he brushes off with indifference.
The priest has caused quite a commotion, much to the amusement of the devil man. It hacks at his earlier resolves to try and get the priest executed or at least imprisoned. Now, he realises as he passes several more guards riled by the commotion, it seems to be a better idea to have the priest free to cause all the trouble he wants. That is sure to amuse the magician.
He has been amused so many times already.
To begin with their battle. It had been the only time they fought, since the priest was able to defeat him with his beautiful dragons. The magician admitted, much to his arrogant displeasure, that he had been over confident. Who wouldn't be, in his position, going up against a young priest from a rivalling country? Yes, he had not thought that one through.
He had witnessed the priest a few more times, for trivial matters as to what to do with him for a fitting punishment and so on. Oh the look of sheer disgust when the queen of dragon had offered him as a peace offering. A rare jewel to the kingdom's collection, she had said. Had he not been gagged, silenced and bound he was sure to have taught the court a colourful amount of new words. How rare to see icy blue eyes blaze with fire like that.
The sealing of the young male's magic and dragons, of which he had been in charge of. Fun, really since he didn't get to do it often. There is just something alluring in the eyes of any human when they know you are going to take something so very dearly from them. And the priest loved his dragons. That made the whole ordeal the more sweeter.
And now the young priest, almost as much a threat as an unmoving stone, wed to the mighty king for the only reason of him being able to produce children. Magic sealed or not, he has caused for a little bit of trouble so far. Those antics will prove to be fun to watch for sure, he knows the priest doesn't want any of this and won't be tamed easily.
The chambers are vacant of a certain young Pharaoh, but they both know he can't be too far, probably worried sick over the sudden bolting of his lovely priest.
"Now you sit here like a good little bed-warmer, and I will have a talk with your stressing husband." He winks, dumps the priest on the bed and leaves the bedroom, leaving the brunet to sulk. He huffs, blows a strand of hair out of his face and crosses his arms, sitting in the centre of the bed. He relaxes for a moment, starting his inner plotting.
His biggest dilemma now is his husband, and the rest of the court apparently, are dead set on seeing him have a baby. The Pharaoh has duties to fulfil, but also, as the Pharaoh and ruler of this land he could take every moment he desired off for some personal time with his new lover. As if that wasn't enough, the advisors, other priests and magicians… well pretty much everyone whished the young king took some more time from his duties and concentrated on making an heir.
If that isn't enough, an enemy had made himself known and he hasn't even been here one full day. Yes he has seen the magician a few times before in the past few months and they hadn't exactly exchanged friendly conversation. Sure he had enough reasons to hate him, though it hadn't come to mind the magician would actually make work of torturing him like this. He is seriously out to get him. Making him fall in love his husband… sick bastard…
"Someone has been getting cold feet. Poor thing." His raspy voice makes the purr sound guttural, like an animal that is dying. The sound of his husband replying halts Seth's every movement, though there weren't any and the sudden burst of embarrassment only enforces his blush.
No anger… no hate… only regret and embarrassment. This… is bad… No matter how hard he concentrates he can't get angry, like water touching sand it is slowly drained from him. The priest turns his head to try and glare at his husband who enters, ice melting when he meets the eyes of his lover. He just can't look away, can't hate him now, he just can't. Not when his husband's eyes meet him with so much worry and compassion.
"Seth… dear… I'm sorry." The velvet tongue of the magician is the man's blessing and a curse for the people he dislikes. The Pharaoh is, as promised, not angered. Seth manages to break eye contact and in response only seconds later the bed shifts when more weight moves onto the mattress and closer to the priest. At any other moment Seth's blood would run cold from sheer hate when the Pharaoh would come this close to him. But this time, when the young king wraps his arms around his waist and pulls his lithe body close to his, there is no hate, no anger.
"I hadn't meant to upset you." The brunet shudders when his husband gently places his hand on his chin and turns his head, locking their gazes once again. Seth can feel his stomach churning, a gentle warmth spreads through his body caused by the potion from earlier. The full effect takes place when his husband places a soft kiss on his lips. It isn't forced, it isn't demanding and the brunet can feel the last of his resolves to hate him slowly break apart and make place for confusing feelings that are quite new.
It is accompanied with a strange feeling of content and for the moment Seth closes his eyes, not even angered for enjoying the attention or the soft caress of his husband's soft tongue brushing over his lower lip. He all but willingly parts his own lips, meeting the tongue of his lover.
It has always been said that love potions don't exist, that neither magic black or white can effect the emotions of man. Seth has never loved anyone before, only his dragons, and that kind of love can not be compared with the love between spouses. What is it that the magician had 'so kindly offered' him that made him want the other man in this bed?
Because if there is a poison, there is a cure.
The brunet breaks the kiss with a gasp when Atem runs a hand over his stomach and downwards. As planned he begins placing soft kisses on his neck and shoulder, purring softly when the brunet shudders in his arms again. The young king gently pushes him back onto the soft sheets. As his husband moves to lay on top of Seth a strong sense of arousal washes over him. The brunet moans and claws at Atem's back, suddenly wanting him badly. The young king growls and moves himself between his lover's legs, the encouragement his priest is giving him seeming to hack at his self control.
They share another kiss that washes away any regret, any hint of anger or fear. It distracts the priest from anything else, fails to notice his husband removing his attire, or lack thereof, had prepared a jar with oil as well, having tried to be prepared for everything. Had he known the teen would have bolted, he would have sealed him to the ground. Yes, he enjoys being prepared. His priest softly purrs when he moves his hand down, tickling his stomach.
His fingers are warm, and soft too because of the oil. Seth shudders again when the hand slowly moves lower, in between his legs. His husband softly pushes against his tights, nudging them apart so he can move between them. Fingertips brush the priest's entrance for a moment before two enter him. Being filled, ever so slightly feels weird and almost wrong, but it isn't bad. It hurts a bit when the youngster begins to move his fingers, but it was nothing the brunet couldn't handle. Atem tries to distract his lover with kisses and sweet nothings, relishing this moment of intimacy. The young kind, being taught the fundamental basics of human anatomy wriggles his fingers, not so much it hurts, but it clearly indicates he is searching for something.
Seth moves his hips against the other's to create some much needed friction. It is then that his husband brushes something with his fingertips that triggers more pleasure. The priest moans quietly, wanting more of the other when he continues to brush his fingertips against… something, circling them against the sweet spot and heightening the other's pleasure.
Pleasure that leaves him burning for more when the young king withdraws his fingers, kissing the sensitive skin of the brunet's neck as he moves himself on top of him. Atem brushes a free hand over his priest's side, going lower to ghost fingers over his hip before resting his hand on the other's upper leg, nudging it up. Seth complies by wrapping that leg around his waist, and another kiss on his lips is his reward for guessing his next actions right.
"Please relax." It are the hormones that keep him tense, not the pain coming from his backside when his lover carefully pushes in. It isn't very bad, and in an almost masochistic way it increases his desires for the other to move deeper inside of him. He relaxes more into his husband's hold, shifting his weight to ease his discomfort.
Seth can swear he hears the magician laugh, a soft and hollow echo in the back of his mind. Laughter that is swiftly silenced by his husband's lips, silencing a deep craving. The king slowly begins to move, heading his love's anxiety.
If it is the potion doing this, or something completely else the priest doesn't care, can't even begin to form a protesting thought when the discomfort and slight pain make place for want and pleasure. The brunet's hold of the other becomes stronger, a quiet indication he wants more.
And he gets more when his Pharaoh begins to move faster, drawing him into a rhythm that increases his own pleasure in this selfish act. Seth completely wraps his arms around his king's neck and shoulders, wraps his legs around his waist. This position creates more friction, allows his husband to move deeper and hit the same spot that his fingers had ghosted over minutes ago. This time it makes him groan louder, ecstasy rising with every thrust. Atem attaches his lips to the neck of his lover, growls deeply when the brunet rakes his fingers over his back, this time breaking the skin. Out of sheer defiance he bites at his supple neck, shudders at hearing the noises his priest makes.
Seth is the first to throw his head back when he comes with a silent scream, the pleasure throwing him over the edge in waves. His husband is soon to follow him over the edge, groaning and shuddering with pleasure. Now everything seems to be a bit vague and blurry. It must be exhaustion, Seth believes, after a long day.
He doesn't even remember why he ran in the first place.
He stares into his husband's crimson eyes for a millionth time for any answers, but for the first time feeling content and love, too much love to remember he hates this man. When his husband smiles it makes his heart melt, almost takes his breath away. Both caught their breaths before the young king moves to lie next to his priest. He wraps his arms around the slim waist of his lover, pulling him onto his chest as he moves to lie on his back. Seth is too tired to protest or argue and instead rests his head on his husband's chest. He can't go far with those strong arms wrapped around him anyway. The Pharaoh places a soft kiss on his head, before he himself relaxes completely.
"My priest… I love you." That bastard magician was going to pay. And his blind idiot of a husband too. And the people that betrayed him... Everyone was going to pay.