Chronicles of the Nile 10
Characters: Atem, Set and Jono
Pairings: Set/Jono
Warnings: yaoi and lemon (that means gay sex people)
Rating: R
Summary: Not once could he taste his lips, not twice could he smell his scent, not thrice could he feel his skin.
A Different Setting
When Atem thought about it later on, the first time his cousin started to act differently was when the guards brought in a new slave, a gift from some rich merchant. The look on Set's face at that time had been unreadable but Atem soon realized that the high priest would have wanted the slave as his own from the start.
When the slave had been brought in, the first thing Atem had noticed was the horrible, beaten up shape the two soldiers escorting him had been in. The pharaoh afterwards found out that there had been five guards to begin with and that they had attempted to have fun with the boy. The trained fighters had ended up more or less swallowing dirt.
Atem had actually thought that the guards had gotten what they deserved, even if he could not actually blame them for finding the slave appealing. The young man was very attractive with his golden eyes, bronze skin and exotic blond hair. The pharaoh had noticed the look on Set's face when he found out about the guards' attempt but had not thought much of it at first. The decision to somewhat isolate the slave from other inhabitants of the palace had been purely practical as Atem decided to keep the slave away from any potential threat or, as the events proved, away from anyone who might give the blond a reason to get violent.
After a few weeks in Atem's quarters as a servant, the new slave was proven to be quite loyal to his master. Atem believed it to be because the blond did not feel threatened by him. The slave did not seem to show any insubordination unless he felt that he needed to defend himself. On a side note, the palace guards soon learned to keep their lust-filled desires to themselves.
One day, when Atem sat in his study, playing a simple board game against his cousin, he came to an interesting discovery. As the blond slave came to bring the two men something to drink Atem noticed that he was being exceptionally timid, using the term 'master' much more than usual. More of then than not the blond just called Atem by his title 'pharaoh'.
The young ruler soon realized the reason for the slave's attempts to seem well behaved. It was a series of events that brought clarity to the many things that had been happening since the slave's arrival to the palace.
It was not a grand event, Set simply spilled some of his drink on his robes. The blond slave had immediately reached out to wipe the stain away with a cloth. Atem had watched in fascination how Set stiffened at the closeness of the servant. When the blond locks brushed the priest's face the brunet closed his eyes like he was smelling a wonderful scent. When the blond finally backed away Set brushed his finger against a tanned arm. Even though extremely surprised by his cousin's actions, the look of adoration that the blond slave sent the high priest did not escape Atem's attention.
That was when Atem decided that it was about timw he gave Set a little something special. And he was absolutely sure of a certain slave's willingness to help.
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Set was fuming in anger when he stalked through his quarters. The day had been very busy and Ra had truly blessed the land with his warmth. It seemed that the greatest fault with Set's day was that he was hot and dirty.
When the priest sunk into cool water to clean himself off he felt a short moment of peace. His inner fire cooled down in the water as he bathed in both the water and the serene atmosphere. Now the only thing missing was the slave that usually washed his back.
Anger once again growing Set turned around in the bath just in time to see a slave walk in. But this was not his slave, it was Atem's.
"What are you doing here?" Set asked the newcomer, trying not to show the fact that he was actually very happy that the blond was there.
The slave blushed slightly as he hurried to explain himself: "I am here to was your back, master."
"Really now?" Set questioned while lifting an eyebrow. "But I am not your master." The priest rose up from the pool, satisfied when he saw the slave stare openly at his bare body.
"Ah!" The slave hurriedly turned his gaze away. "The pharaoh said...he said that I am yours now...master Set."
Now those were good news if Set had ever heard any. He would have to thank his cousin later on if he had understood the blond's signals correctly.
"What is your name?" Set asked. This was the one thing he had desperately wanted to find out, with little success.
"Jono", the slave replied, blushing once again. It was very unexpected for the high priest to as a slave's name.
Set did not think he had ever heard a more beautiful name before. Slowly he walked over to the still red slave.
"Come, Jono", the priest spoke pleasantly while taking a hold of Jono's arm. "Bathe with me." The brunet accompanied his demand with a look that told Jono exactly what he was planning to do with the blond.
"Uh..." Jono started awkwardly, clearly trying to find a good excuse to not follow his new master into the water. "I was told to wash your back!" the blond exclaimed, his face brightening. "And you value obedience, right?"
"Correct", Set grunted with a frown. "But I am your master now so only my orders matter." The brunet's eyes locked with Jono's own. "If I tell you to strip, you will strip." With that Set grabbed the material of the tunic Jono was wearing in a firm grip and ripped the piece of clothing off, the thin fabric tearing easily from the brunet's strength.
Jono shivered from the sudden bareness of his body and looked at Set with new understanding. Apparently the boy had not caught any of the high priest's not so subtle hints.
Set's eyes filled with desire as he let his gaze travel up and down Jono's lean body. Huskily he whispered: "If I tell you to bathe with me, you will bathe with me." Set pulled Jono's body against his own. With gentle caresses on the blond's cheeks and chin Set got the blond to look at his face once more. His voice almost and animalistic growl the priest muttered: "And if I tell you to give yourself to me..."
Jono's eyes had dimmed into a dark color that almost had Set's resolve breaking as the slave spoke: "I grant you with my whole being, body and soul." The blond trailed the side of Set's face with his fingertips. "And I'll be happy to do it."
That confession was all Set needed. The priest stepped away from Jono and pulled the blond after his and into the water. He did not care if he was rushing things or not: Jono was ready and willing and Set had been waiting for this long enough. Set sat down in the low water and pulled Jono in to his lap. Then he pressed his lips against Jono's own, kissing the younger man with a burning passion. Jono soon got the hang of it, kissing Set back eagerly and allowing the priest to enter his tongue in to his mouth.
Jono's hands were running up and down Set's body, trying to touch every inch of skin they could reach. Delicate hands brushed and stroked Set's chest, shoulders and back, the touches encouraging the priest to move as well.
Gently and slowly Set began to explore his new lover's body. He touched Jono's sides experimentally and brushed his thumbs against the blond's stomach. Jono shivered slightly and Set grabbed the slim hips of the slave. More roughly than his previous touches Set grinded the blond's hips against his own. Jono's mouth opened in a moan of pleasure and Set moved his mouth the the boy's collarbone, nibbling and sucking on the tender skin.
Pleasure-filled whines began to erupt from Jono's mouth, causing Set to grind their hips together in an unsuccessful attempt to get some calming pleasure from the friction. He needed to touch Jono in a way the blond had never been touched before. He brought his right hand between their bodies and moved it downwards, brushing against Jono's arousal and inner thighs. The whimpers caused by this were cut off by a groan when Set pushed his index finger inside his lover. Set did not wait before pushing a second finger inside. Jono writhed in his hold, arching his body against the priest's larger one. Set pulled his fingers back a bit and pushed them back inside, the water making the movement easier as he worked to prepare Jono.
Soon Set pulled his fingers out and glanced at Jono's face. The blond's cheeks were red and his bottom lip was swollen from his attempts to bite back moans. Set smiled and licked the abused lip before saying in a husky and out of breath voice: "Pleasure or pain, don't hold back. Let me hear you scream." With that he thrust his hips upward, burying himself inside Jono completely. Jono clutched his shoulders tightly and screamed from the sudden and painful intrusion.
Breathing heavily Set listened to Jono's quick breaths as he waited for the other to adjust. He was slightly surprised when Jono suddenly started moving up and down on his lap. The priest soon caught on, though, and started buckling his hips in time with Jono's movements.
The warmth of his lover surrounded Set as the two started to speed up their rhythm. The brunet's lips were caught in a hungry kiss and Jono wasted no time in adding his tongue to the gesture as well. Not one to be second to anyone Set used his own tongue to gain control of the kiss as Jono continued to moan into his mouth.
Jono broke the kiss suddenly, letting out a louder moan as his movements became more rough and uncontrolled. Set knew what was coming. He was nearing his climax as well.
In mere moments Jono threw his head back and let out a throaty scream as he came all over both his and Set's stomachs. The sudden tightening of the cavern around his member brought Set over the edge seconds later and he came inside his lover with a loud cry. Jono collapsed ontop of the priest, breath shivering. It took Set a while to gain enough mental clarity to move Jono off of him, pulling himself out of the blond in the process. He settled Jono down next to him and the blond smiled drowsily at him. Half-lidded eyes watched Set lovingly as the slave asked quietly: "Did that please you, master?"
"Yes", Set replied without a second thought. "Very much so, in fact." The priest pulled the blond close to him. "But I believe that it would be appropriate of you to call me Set after such activities."
Jono leaned his head against Set's shoulder with a perfectly content and happy sigh before breathing out quietly: "Set..."
Set wrapped his arms around the smaller body of his lover, a gesture of such degree of fondness that Set could not remember ever doing so before. But he wanted to hold Jono close. In fact, he never wanted to let go. Surprisingly Set did not find such a feeling out of place. As long as it was directed at Jono only, Set believed that he could enjoy feeling this way.
Owari