10. Torch (SethxAtemu)
Seth muttered quietly as he walked down the corridor. He did not need the torch in his hand to illuminate his path, he had done this many times before. Granted, he had never actually followed through with his plan, he had gotten to his destination before. Tonight he was going in.
For many nights he had been unable to get the picture of the Pharaoh's lean figure out of his mind; it was arousing things in him that he did not have the patience to sort through. Pent up lust from his position was as good a reason as any, even if part of him scoffed at the idea. No one could deny the beauty of the Pharaoh, and Seth was fairly certain that he was just as fetching, he had even caught the Pharaoh's gaze lingering on him before.
He reached the Pharaoh's chambers quickly, as they were not far from his own. There were no torches lit, but Seth could hear the deep voice of his Pharaoh coming from a smaller room to the side of the main chamber. Pushing the light curtain aside, he stepped into the room and held the torch slightly higher and forward, casting the room with a warm glow.
"Your Hi-" his voice broke when he spotted the man in the corner. The men, to be more precise. A quiet, embarrassed gasp filled the silence and the small slave sank to the floor, pulling his discarded clothing over himself. The Pharaoh stared at Seth, wide-eyed, almost uncomprehending.
Without a word, Seth turned around and walked away. He heard the Pharaoh call out to him, but did not respond. His throat was too tight to speak, even if he had wanted to. As he listened to his feet on the stone floor, he allowed himself to feel the stinging in his heart for the fist time.
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Whoooooa! I just stepped out of my bubble.