Desire

Author's note:

This is a Yu-Gi-Oh! FanFiction.

It will be a drama, hurt, angst, violence, romance and there will be YAOI and SMUT! So please if you don't like it, do not read it!

The story takes in Egypt place, after the end of Season 5.

I will use the Egyptian History here, but nothing will be accurate, this is just fictional. In no means, I want to insult any cultures, traditions or anything at all here, so please don't be mad, if the stuff I write is incorrect to the history.

Hope you will like it, so please review if you read :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! *T_T*

Summery:

Atem has returned to his ancient life and him being the Pharaoh again has become even more complicated than during Zork's time. He experiences intrigues, power games, heart breaking events and passionate moments. Magic is gone and human affairs have replaced it. Scandalshipping (SethxAtem), YAOI, SMUT, Violence!

Important Persona:

Atem (age: 23, male) – Pharaoh of Upper and Lower Egypt

Akhnamkanon (age: 44, male) – dead, previous Pharaoh and father of Atem, brother of Akhnadin

Seth (age: 27, male) – former Pharaoh, now second in Lead after Atem, Minister of War, the Right Hand of the Pharaoh, Atem's cousin

Akhnadin (age: 44, male) - dead, father of Seth

Shada (age: 30, male) – Minister of Foreign Affairs

Karim (age: 29, male) – Minister of Justice

Mahad (age: 29, male) - dead

Isis (age: 29, female) – High Priestess of Isis' Temples, Royal Spiritual Advisor and Minister of Health

Shimon Muran (age: 56, male) - Chief Adviser and Grand Vizier

Mana (age: 23, female) – Teacher for Chemistry in the University of Health

Takhat (age: 20, female) – wife of Seth, daughter of Djedephor, Head of the Royal Tailoring

Amenirdis (age: 2, female) – daughter of Seth and Takhat

Amenhotep (age: 4, male) – son of Seht and Takhat

Nebwawy (age: 41, male) – High Priest of Osiris' Temples

Bunep (age: 15, male) – Atem's royal Servant

Hannu (age: 16, male) – Seth's Servant

Harwa (age: 38, male) – Royal Jewellery Designer

Ineni (age: 54, female) – Royal Makeup Artist

Behenu (age: 20, female) – Takhat's Servant

Djehuty (age: 24) – General of the Second Royal Infantry, Takhat's first Lover

Imhotep (64, male) – high Priest of Ra/ Re

Qareh (age: 25) – Supreme Commander of the Royal Army

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Seth

He was summoned away, because Takhat wanted to speak with him. Seth was not in the mood right now to argue with her, but there was no other way. Walking towards his chambers, his thoughts were occupied by Atem. What was this man thinking anyways! He has gone through the conversation over and over again… "and what Seth, kissing you is not one of them?". No, it wasn't, nothing of such actions was his obligation… he stopped in front of the huge door leading to his chambers, his long fingers reached for his lips, but he stopped right before touching them, shocked of way he had thought of the kisses. The sensation was indescribable… no! He had to get a clear head, this was not right!

Seth closed his eyes, begging Osiris to give him strength and entered his chambers.

Takhat was sitting on the bed, her body seductively exposed, her long limbs oiled, glowing in the candle lights, her lips painted red, her eyes beautifully underlined. Seth's eyes hardened, this was going to be one unpleasant night. "My dear husband, I have been waiting for you" she stood up and her elegant body moved like a snake, as she put her long arms around his neck, pressing her full breasts against his chest "I have missed you Seth.". She lifted herself on her tiptoes and kissed him. His features remained a mask, his lips didn't even part to offer access into his mouth. She pulled back and her eyebrows furrowed "what is wrong? Don't you want to have some fun?" he looked down on her "why now, Takhat?". She looked at him, playing puzzled "what do you mean, am I not allowed to want my husband?". He freed himself off of her arms "you haven't wanted this for years now, so what has changed?" he had a hunch, but he didn't want to say it out loud. "You are so cruel, Seth, I am just longing for you.". He turned his head to the side, clenching his jaw "I am not in the mood.". Takhat put her fingers around his chin and turned his head back to her "don't tell me, that you found someone else to pleasure yourself with.". Seth's heart was going burst out of his chest, but he managed to keep his mask on "don't be ridiculous!".

He freed himself once more and went to the table to pour himself a cup of wine, he had to calm down. Takhat was very skillful in finding out secrets. She followed him and hugged him from behind, her hands slid down his body only to stop on top of his penis. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, trying to control himself. "Seth, I won't push you, just once". He knew, this would escalate in a fight, if he refused now and he knew, of why she was on him – Djehuty was out of town. The General of the Second Royal Infantry was on a mission right now and that was Takhat's first and most favored lover. Hannu has caught them one day and felt obligated to tell him. He was not shocked by it, he knew his wife had searched for attention, for lovers. But he wondered of why she didn't take some of her other men. He had stopped her hands, right before they reached under his skirt. He needed rest for tomorrow, it was going to be the Coronation after all. He had to do this quickly "just once!" with these words, he let go of her hands and they snaked their way under his garment to his private parts.

She played with him right there in the middle of the room. He had to find a hold on the table with the wine cups and carafe, while she pleased him with her mouth. Seth closed his eyes, he was not hard at first of course, he found nothing appealing, or in any way arousing on this woman, so she had to use her skills in order to get him in the mood. Seth closed his eyes actually discussed by the nasty sounds that filled their chambers, he tried to concentrate on something else, on something that excited him.

Atem - the proud Pharaoh appeared before him with his caramel skin, his well-defined body, his silky tri-colored hair… his eyes locked on him, narrowed playfully, his full lips curled in a self-satisfied smile, his mouth opened and suddenly the shorter man was right before him, he leaned towards him and whispered in his ear "I know you want this!". Seth arched his head up, his cheeks blushed and he dug his fingernails in the table. Takhat smirked, happy with herself, that she could excite him so much. His heart was racing, her movements got quicker "yes! Can you feel it, Seth!", Atem's hot breathe brushed his ear, giving him shivers. "Hah…" for the first time his voice got out of hand, the movements stopped and he opened his dazed eyes to look at one very surprised Takhat. She smirked "you seem to enjoy it very much, I am that good.". His mind quickly realized what was going on and if he wanted for this to be over quickly, he had to keep the illusion alive, so he closed his eyes once more and Atem appeared before him. The sensation continued "Seth…" he started panting, his hips moving with the rhythm and finally he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Takhat by the hair and pushed himself deep inside her mouth, making her gag. But he didn't care, he kept on thrusting, his mind completely ingulfed in the illusion of being with the Pharaoh "Hah, Seth, yes …", Atem was moaning in his ear, licking it, nibbling on it from time to time and finally he reached his limit and loaded his semen inside Takhat's mouth. He was so deep in his imagined world, that he didn't hear how she had protested.

Once his heart rate was at normal state, he opened his eyes and looked down to see one very angry wife of his. "What the hell was that?!" she had covered her mouth with the back of her hand, she was sweating and her makeup had smudged underneath her eyes. "How dare you, finish just like that.", this was time to lie indeed "you are that good, Takhat." he stated coldly and brushed his skirt down. "You are not planning on leaving me now, are you?" he looked down on her once more "you said, just once. This is just once." She stood up her hands curled up into fists, as she stomped her foot like a small child "this doesn't count, you forced it!". He tilted his head "of course it counts. You didn't want to push me, remember…" she growled "but I am not satisfied!". Seht lifted his head up "why don't you take one of your lovers to do that?!". Takhat's eyes widened in shock and before he could continue, she slapped him hard across the face "you … you are no man, Seth!". Her face twisted in a grotesque mask "if you can't satisfy me, then you won't satisfy anyone else! If I ever find that you found someone you favor and fuck, I will do everything in my might to hurt this person!". His heart was beating fast again, she had split his lip and he sucked on it, while he was listening to her hateful words. He turned to look at her, his eyes narrowing with disgust, "are you threatening me, Takhat?". A smirk appeared on her face "you can all it as you wish, but I will have what I want, I am the Queen after all!". Seth's lips curled up for a fraction of the second "you were the Queen, my dearest!". She flashed her teeth in hatred "get out of my chamber! GET OUT". His jaw twitched, this has escalated into an ugly fight after all.

Back at his study, he sat on the chair at the telescope table and observed the stars. After such a fight his mind would ease up, by just looking at the night sky, but this time something else occupied it. He had thought of Atem while being forced to engage in an intimate act. Never had his imagination wondered to him before, what was going on? Why was he thinking of him? Did he like his cousin after all? Seth shook his head, this was ridiculous… he didn't like Atem, he had thought of him, because he had kissed and touched him back then, it was just an extrapolation of what could have happened, if he didn't stop the whole outrages act.

Seth sighed, he needed to clear all this situation, right after the Coronation he would talk with Atem. This needed to be set straight!

Atem

"My Pharaoh, … it is time…" he opened his eyes slowly, Bunep was a above him, waving at his face with a palm leaf carefully. "What …" why was he woken up, he wanted to sleep and it was dark outside, damned it! "Your Coronation is today, my Pharaoh." He had closed his eyes, his brain took some seconds to process the information. "Uhmm … yes, give some time.".

He had to take a bath once more, so he asked himself of why he had taken one the day before. This time three women washed him and no matter what he said, they didn't back up. After that he was oiled up, by the same women, they massaged every centimeter of his body, till it glowed every time a light struck his skin. After that Takhat came in, she seemed to be in a very bad mood, but managed to hide it quite well. Her servants dressed him up with the gowns from yesterday, but this time the fabrics were perfumed with the scent of water lilies. Ineni came in right after that and painted his chest and legs in gold patterns, his fingers, toes and under eyes in cobalt blue, additionally she used charcoal to underline and extend them. Finally, the jewelry was put on, weighting down on him.

"It is done, my Pharaoh." all in the room bowed their heads and waited for him to approve his image reflecting from the huge mirror. He looked at himself – a Pharaoh. He nodded "excellent!" there was a clear relief on everybody's face.

"My Pharaoh… " the door to his chambers opened and Seth stepped inside, but he didn't continue his sentence, he just stood there his lips parted and his eyes locked on him. Atem looked at him "so, what do you think?" he spread his arms and bulged his chest out. The former Priest's mouth closed, his jaw twitched "magnificent indeed!" Seth bowed his head, Atem thought he saw him blush?

Seth

Once he saw Atem, his heart started racing against his chest. He looked just breath taking, so proud, so steady, so royal, he was the Pharaoh! He bowed his head to hide his irritation "magnificent indeed!". All the people behind him had kept their heads down, thank the Gods. He hoped Takhat, hadn't noticed anything. He knew her threats were not to be taken lightly. "My Pharaoh, I am here to take you, to Your royal carriage." He looked up into his deep crimson eyes. Atem was looking right back, his face glowing, a smile on it "do lead on, Seth." And he did.

Once they were outside, the shorter man held his breath in "they are… beautiful.". The carriage covered in gold and jewels was pulled by two pitch black Arabian horses. Their slender legs stomped impatiently, their long, curly and silky mane and tail were falling like waterfalls decorated with colorful bead. As Atem approached them, they threw their heads back and neighed excitedly. "Shhh… " he brushed their heads speaking calmly to them "don't worry, everything is all right.". Seth stood there and observed the Pharaoh "this is the carriage that will carry You, through the city. Guards with the command of Qareh, will lead and go before You, so that they ensure Your safety.". Atem turned with a smile on his face "and where are You going to be?". Seth pressed his lips together, why was he so happy? He cleared his throat "I will be right behind You with Karim, Mahad, Shimon and Isis on another carriage.". The Pharaoh turned back to the horses "I see, I though, my Right Hand should be next to me, all the time.". He furrowed his brows "but You have no Right Hand at the moment.". The shorter man just laughed and swung on the carriage "yes, you are absolutely right, Seth." He took the rein and the horses neighed once more. "So, are we going to this, or what?" Seth straitened up, this man, sometimes he acted as a spoiled child.

Atem

"Yes! Qareh!", a tall, muscled man with very dark skin appeared and immediately kneeled "my Pharaoh, it is an honor to lead You during Your Divine ride.". He was dressed in the typical uniform with the sign of the Supreme Commander of the Royal Army. He didn't remember him, was he here back then at Zork's time? "Let us do this, Qareh!" the Commander nodded, stood up and flexed his muscles "SODIERS!" he shouted. Men in uniforms appeared, maybe around fifty of them and formed a shield around the carriage. Every second one of them were holding long torches. Their faces serious, waiting for the command of their superior.

Atem looked down to Seth "are we ready?" the taller man pierced him with his cold eyes "yes." He simply said. Karim, Shada, Shimon and Isis appeared from the palace, dressed festively and bowed their heads "my Pharaoh, we are honored to be part of Your Coronation.". "I am glad you are all by my side, Isis." He smiled at her.

"My Pharaoh, it is time to begin Your journey." He turned his attention back at Seth. The taller man's face was a mask as always, he smiled at him and turned to the Commander "Qareh, please lead me.". The muscled man nodded "my pleasure, attention, and one, two …" the men straitened and started marching before him, he pulled the rein and the horses stomped with their hooves, following the soldiers.

It was still dark outside and the torches around the royal yard and in the hands of the soldiers were the only light giving them sight. He didn't know when the sun will rise really, but he knew, Seth had planned everything accurately. Once they stood before the huge gates, leading into the city Qareh turned to him "my Pharaoh, be sure that nothing will happen to You, while You are under my protection, so please do not worry about anything." Atem nodded, what could happen?

The gates opened and he gasped, in front of him were thousands of people with torches in their hands, with flowers and crops, singing and waving, cheering "OUR PHARAOH! OUR LEADER, OUR GOD!" they sang. He held his breath in and stared with widened eyes at the huge crowd. Atem pressed his lips together and looked behind him at his former Priest. Seth nodded to him, his features stern, ensuring him, everything will be all right. He so wished he would be here with him, on the same carriage. He licked his lips and turned back to face the crowd once more. The singing was ear deafening, as they slowly thrusted forward, making the people swarm around them like fish.

Atem was just dazzled by all this. He couldn't really remember how his first coronation was, but this was just… overwhelming. Flowers were thrown at him, people reached to touch him, but were stopped by the soldiers, and they sang and sang. Atem's body tensed, as he observed their faces – they adored him, they loved him, he was their God… he turned to look at Seth once more and asked himself, if his coronation was like that. The former Priest never left his gaze, he was fixated on him, however his face never showed any emotions what so ever. Atem turned away and looked around, trying to smile, he felt all alone on that divine carriage, so alone… he was back in a world, where everything had changed, where everybody had changed. He was surrounded by people, he didn't know and the only person that made him feel in any way comfortable, was Seth. He inhaled deeply and concentrated on being the Pharaoh, thinking about his Priest now was not the right time.

They were followed by the people throughout the whole journey. It took hours to reach their final destination. It seemed as if they were heading not to the palace, but somewhere else. Finally, a huge, white building appeared before them. In front of it the statue of Ra. He pulled the neigh and the horses stopped. The soldiers build a path leading to the white marble stairs. He looked up, this was the place he was going to be coronated. A golden throne was on the top, covered in flowers, he swallowed nervously. "My Pharaoh" he looked surprised to the side to the cold voice that reached his ears – Seth. The taller man, Karim, Shada, Shimon and Isis were waiting for him to step down from his carriage and begin his journey to the throne. "It is time." Atem felt a comfort to hear his former Priest, no matter how cold his voice was. He nodded and smiled at him, finally turning his eyes on the top of the stairs with determination – he was going to be the Pharaoh, indeed.

As Atem started climbing the stairs, the people held their breaths. Once on top of it, he turned to face them – his Ministers, his Consultants, his soldiers, his People.

A priest stepped behind him with a bowed head "my Pharaoh …." He turned to look at the man, who was probably in his 60s. "This day, is blessed by Ra, Atem, son of Akhnamkanon, has been chosen to lead us, to glory, to peaceful times, to the Gods."