I dedicate this chapter to CandyassGoth whose pervy enthusiasm and love for Mahado is infectious~!
Warnings: YAOI! Be warned because it is a SEAL SMUT chapter. If you are queasy about the pairing with heavy doses of lemon thrown in then I suggest you to skip most of the chapter and read the last paragraph—THAT part is relevant to the next chappy! For the rest who are not, I hope it was droolworthy~.
To compensate for the lack of Seto-ness in this chapter, those interested could check out "Misgivings" – chapter 6 has now been posted.
Enjoy, everyone…
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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The single remaining candle that was burning dangerously low finally spluttered and expired. The room was suddenly thrown into darkness but for the light radiated from the moon; generously bathing the two figures on the bed with its silvery emissions.
The naked forms lay on top of one another; the priest supporting his upper torso with his arms, towered over his pharaoh possessively with his long lean body. Silk tresses spilled across his back and over his shoulders, cascading down onto the slender body beneath him as he leant down to reclaim those sweet lips. Breaths mingled as Mahado parted Atem's lips with his tongue, delving into his mouth and lapping at the other tongue with his own. He explored every nook and cranny of the warm wet cavern at a leisurely pace, knowing there was no rival to thwart his actions.
Hunger overwhelmed him and he devoured greedily until Atem broke away for air. Not wanting to be away from those enticing lips, he leant down and kissed him again.
"Mahado…please…" Atem panted, twisting his head to one side in an attempt to break free from the punishing kisses, his bruised lips, red from the forcefulness.
Pitying the youth he made his way downward, planting hot kisses on the other's neck, the shoulders and the chest; the hot trail lighting a path of fire on the smooth tanned skin. Mindful not to mark the body, Mahado lapped avidly with his tongue, his hands wandering up and down the slender torso as he re-familiarised himself with it again.
As the fever gripped him, Atem moaned aloud. The way Mahado's hair brushed against his body added to the sensual effect making his body extremely sensitive. Clutching at the linen sheets under him, he surrendered to sins of desire, the intensity taking him to new heights and making him giddy.
Emboldened by Atem's response, Mahado plucked a cinnamon nipple between his teeth and sucked on it, feeling the hub perk against his tongue. Atem's breath hitched, evoking a smile from his tormentor. It was just how he remembered it; Atem's reaction was the same as the one that teased him in his dreams. He was mesmerised. Not wanting to neglect the other nipple, Mahado skimmed his tongue across the small chest and captured its counterpart. Atem's breath quickened. Mahado could feel the rapid rise and fall of the small body as he teased him.
Large hands travelled down, effortlessly gliding over the contours of the trim body until it reached the Atem's erection. Long fingers wrapped around the swollen member and tugged upwards. Atem let out a hoarse cry as he bucked his hips in the direction of the hands, his body arched in a beautiful curve.
Releasing the nipple, Mahado watched with fascination at the way Atem moved his body in tune to his strokes. Each movement gracefully complemented the motion of his hand. Entranced, Mahado wanted to see if he could provoke the other to writhe more, to induce further cries from those captivating lips. He scanned the room for the fragrant oil from their previous encounter.
"There…" croaked Atem, gesturing in the direction of the required item, his awareness not completely dulled by desire…yet!
First planting a heated kiss on the other's lips, Mahado, then, stretched over the edge of the bed and retrieved the small pot. After dipping two fingers into it, he placed it back. Gently parting Atem's legs, Mahado observed the former closely.
Atem turned his head away but did not offer any resistance.
Trailing one slicked finger down the testicles, Mahado rubbed the smooth area between the sac and the puckered hole. A wave of pleasure hit Atem and he shivered involuntarily, a gasp escaping his lips. Spurred on by the unconscious erotic display, Mahado rubbed Atem's entrance, teasing it by inserting the tip of his finger and then withdrawing it again.
The youth whimpered at the torture, the gentle probing was unsatisfactory, he wanted more. Affirming it with a needy moan, he raised his hips slightly. Mahado understood its meaning; the impatience Atem exhibited boosted his confidence and he became more assured in his actions. With a finger still torturing the entrance, Mahado took Atem's erection in his mouth. After licking the drops of pre-cum, which decorated the tip, he pressed his tongue in the slit; he was pleased to feel Atem's cock twitched, as did his rear. Then without warning Mahado swiftly engulfed the rigid member in his mouth as he plunged his finger into the tight passage.
The pharaoh cried out as he was consumed and penetrated. The rhythm his partner set was slow to begin with but gradually picked up and he began to grind his hips into Mahado's face in a desperate manner.
Mahado could feel the Atem's need increasing and he placed a firm hand to steady the impatient body from ramming his cock down his throat. The pharaoh whimpered his displeasure. To make up for the impediment, Mahado sucked in his cheeks to enhance the grip he had on the stiff appendage, it increased the suction considerably and he began to move his head up and down drawing the skin around the member back and forth with his mouth whilst lavishing attention on it with his tongue.
Atem thrashed wildly about the bed. Mahado had stopped fingering him in favour of holding him down and the royal youth did not like it one bit. Lost in the act of stimulating Atem orally, Mahado had forgot about Atem's "other" need, it surprised him when a small hand reached over his and guided his larger one down to the neglected opening.
Mahado smiled before inserting his finger back inside, evoking a contented sigh to escape from the sovereign.
The passage was still slick from the oil and it allowed his digit to glide in and out easily. Adding another finger, he felt the lithe body surge forward to meet it. Atem's cock jolted in his mouth and Mahado's fingers were swallowed by the avaricious hole. When the third finger was pushed in, Mahado felt the ring of muscles tense to the intrusion. Increasing the speed of his oral ministrations, Mahado gently flexed his cramped fingers inside Atem, patiently stretching him whilst his own engorged cock strained with need.
Sensing the former's tension evaporating, Mahado pulled out his slippery fingers and his mouth released its hold on the rigid length. Glistening with saliva, Atem's erection bobbed mournfully at the loss, its owner mewled loudly in protest. Straddling over Atem's reclined body, the sorcerer crawled towards his master on his hands and knees, his long hair sweeping across the other's upper torso.
The latter's eyes widened at the spectacle.
Stopping short with his groin near his sovereign's face, Mahado rubbed his cock along those luscious lips, smearing pre-cum on them. A small tongue darted out and licked the clear fluid from the head before enveloping the member in his mouth. Stretching his jaw to accommodate the thickness, Atem deep-throated the hard length at an excruciatingly slow and leisurely pace, enjoying the power he had over the other male.
With his eyes shut tightly and his face frowned in concentration, Mahado let out a groan. His body already taut from being teased so cruelly, he nearly collapsed on top of the petite male when the aforementioned drew a tanned knee up and began rubbing his crotch. Muscular arms began trembling as it struggled to support his body above the other; the latter was not helping by inciting him mercilessly.
Mahado was near his limit.
Pulling his cock out of the Atem's oral caresses, Mahado slid it down the smooth chest as he retreated backwards on all fours, a wet path visibly marking his member's trail until it rested above the youth's groin.
The spell-caster looked beseechingly at his pharaoh, his silent gaze requesting permission for entry. Atem lifted his hips off the bed ever so slightly and Mahado's erection slid down to the crack of his ass. Grasping his length in one hand, Mahado rubbed his cock around the wrinkled entrance; spreading the oil onto the tip of it before pushing the head in.
"So tight…Atem…" he gasped as he paused to allow the latter to adjust.
The tip of his cock was inside and he could already feel the meaty folds clamping down on it. Slowly easing himself further and further into the hot passage, he did not stop until he was buried to the hilt. Pausing momentarily, he savoured the moment. The feeling was incredible. The sensation was just as remembered, even without the other person's cock inside it was still unbelievably tight! His cock pulsed violently whilst the muscles inside clamped around it. Atem had wound his legs around his waist and held him in a vice-like grip. Mahado felt he was being squeezed inside and out.
The sorcerer gazed lovingly at the youth beneath him. He was finally intimately connected to the one he loved; he was finally one with Atem.
Half-lidded eyes stared back at him, lust colouring them to blood red hue. Atem was beautiful!
Mahado's cock stirred inside his lover and his lover responded with a soft cry. The older male began moving, slowly sliding out before pushing back in again; each time he drew out, he felt Atem's legs forcefully push him back in again. Mahado inwardly chuckled at the other's greediness; it encouraged him to speed up his movements.
Pulling out with just the tip still embedded in the folds and then thrusting back in again, Mahado revelled in the lusty moans of his young master. Adding his own throaty cries, he increased his pace, pushing away from the burning body and then slamming back in again. With his larger body still vigorously pumping into the smaller one, the dominant male leaned over and captured the latter's full lips, cutting off the lewd sounds that escaped from them.
Wounding his arms around the sorcerer's neck, Atem returned the kiss with equal fervour. The mischievous youth with his legs and arms attached to the muscular body held Mahado in a tight embrace. Even as Mahado tried to break away for air, Atem refused to let go, he smirked into the kiss. Realising the reason for Atem's obstinacy, Mahado gathered his royal lord in his arms and reclined backwards until he was sitting on his haunches with Atem straddling him. The position allowed Mahado deeper access into the Atem's ass and they both simultaneously moaned from the pleasure it evoked.
Placing his hands on his pharaoh's slender hips, the spell-caster lifted the small body up until it was almost disconnect from the stiff appendage before impaling him again. Mahado watched Atem's erection swayed wildly, the sound of it slapping against the tanned stomach synched with the sound of the taut rear slapping against his thighs. The effects were maddening to his overwrought senses and he could feel he was nearing his limit. The provocative groans and mewls Atem was making and the soft wet sound of his lover's ass sucking his cock had drained the last of his endurance. In an attempt to prolong their lovemaking, Mahado began to slow down his frenetic pace.
His king was most displeased to say the least. Clasping the well-toned upper arms, Atem lifted himself off the thick length before abruptly sitting back onto it again.
"Atem…" Mahado hissed as the other moaned aloud.
"Need…it…faster," he growled angrily. "Do…it…faster…NOW!"
Mahado sighed but conceded to his master's wish. With calloused hands gripped possessively on the slight body he began to thrust upwards, his momentum increasing with the lurid cries of the receiver. Bodies fused together in amidst of voices, strained from the mounting tension. Grunts, moans and heavy panting filled the room and it mingled with the sound of skin slapping skin.
Atem had dug his fingers of one hand into his bicep and had the other, fisting his long tresses. Pain mixed with pleasure excited Mahado more and his breathing became fast and shallow; he could feel the heat begin to mass in the depths of his lower body. Atem's name spilled repeatedly from his lips like a chant.
"Harder…Harder!' demanded the pharaoh, reminding the awed subject that the petit figure on top of him was not as fragile as he seemed.
"As you wish, Atem," Mahado murmured thickly, desire tinting his voice and subsequently dictating his actions. Atem screamed out in pleasure as the sorcerer began ramming his cock into the narrow channel with intense ferocity. As if to punish the young impatient ruler for his selfish request, Mahado relentlessly slammed into the small body until the other was delirious with pleasure.
"Need…come…" wailed Atem incoherently, so lost in ecstasy that he was unable to detach his limbs from Mahado's body to stroke himself; so the latter obliged him.
Grasping the stiff member in his hand, Mahado tugged it to the rhythm of his thrusting. Atem climaxed in a matter of seconds, spilling hot cum over his stomach; his body convulsing from the effect.
NO! thought Mahado as he tried to resist the onslaught of contractions Atem's body was emitting. The tremors vibrated around his throbbing cock, sucking, pulling and teasing it without mercy. Gritting his teeth, he tried to fight the urge but he knew it was hopeless. Unable to contain the heat that gathered in his lower regions, Mahado released it with a burst of short hard thrusts.
"Atem!" he cried out as he peaked, burying his face into the small tanned chest to prevent words of endearment, uttered in a moment of passion, from rolling off his tongue.
"Mahado," whispered Atem fondly, cradling the spent man and placing an affectionate kiss on the damp brown hair…
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The approach of daybreak saw Mahado, already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing lovingly at the sleeping figure. They had made love twice that night, the first had been in response to his wilful request, and the second was to confirm it wasn't just a dream. Needless to say, the exhausted young pharaoh fell into a deep slumber after that and Mahado was contented to watch him sleep until fatigued claimed him also.
Reaching out, he gently brushed aside a stray bang that fell across the face with a light finger before gliding it down to caress a soft cheek. The sleeping youth's expression was beautifully arresting and Mahado felt his chest constrict painfully.
Heaving a sigh, the spell-caster looked on with immense sadness. His heart felt heavy, his reluctance even more so. He did not want to leave because he knew he would never live this moment again, he wished he could preserve this moment in time but fate had other plans for him and it broke his heart to acknowledge it. He knew he could not avoid his destiny, he knew he could not make Atem love him. As much as he told himself that he would have no regrets after this night, he knew he was deceiving himself. Would it lessen the pain if he continued to delude himself with the lie? Deep in his heart, he knew it only increased it—the longing and the want; his actions had made matters worse for himself.
Perhaps, death was the kinder option.
"Atem…" he whispered, his voice choked with emotions he dared not manifest. His hand shook slightly as he stroked the warm skin, his self-control dissipating by the second. Bending forward he tenderly kissed the soft lips, he added, "I will love you for the whole of eternity, my Pharaoh, my friend, my Atem."
With another kiss, he straightened up and got off the bed. Giving one final wistful glance at the still figure, Mahado turned and swiftly left.
As silence enveloped the room once more, Atem's trembling fingers curled around the linen sheet in a tight grip.
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Deep in thoughts and swamped with emotions, Mahado walked with brisk steps to his quarters, the urgency spurred on by his need to meditate—to purge his mind of unnecessary feeling and thoughts. He would not be able to concentrate on his mission if his mind was unfocused and distracted.
As he neared his destination, his eyes fell on a familiar figure propped up against the wall next to the entrance of his room and his pace slowed down.
Standing with one leg resting on the wall behind him, arms crossed over his chest and a furious scowl marring his handsome features was the infamous haughty guardian… the High Priest Seto looked absolutely furious.
~TBC~
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A/N: Mel, I DO NOT ENVY YOU AT ALL~! I think I should go and lie down now…