Ma'at turned away from Isfet when the tub was filled and began to undo the clothing he wore. Due to sharing the bathing spring with others back in the Kingdom he didn't think about his or Isfet's nudity as anything but natural when it came to bathing.
Isfet glowered at him behind his back. "What are you doing, Prince Ma'at?"
"Getting ready for the bath."
"Are you sure you should be disrobing with an audience?"
"It's only you, Isfet."
"After what you just said, do you really think it's appropriate?"
Ma'at turned around, wearing only his trousers. "It's not as though we haven't shared a bath before."
He pointed at the tub. "Not a tub. Not something that small. And never alone with each other."
"What's wrong, Isfet? You don't like Beta's so it shouldn't be a problem. Or you can wait until I'm done."
"The water will get cold."
"Like its not now." He undid the tie holding up his trousers. They fell around his knees. He kicked them to the side and sat down on a small bench beside the tub. Picked up a cloth and bar of soap. Lathered it and began to scrub himself.
"What are you doing?"
"We haven't had a good bath in three days. I don't want to get the water dirty."
"I see," with a shake of his head he removed his own clothing. Sat down on a second bench and picked up another cloth and took hold of the bar of soap.
"I'll wash your back Isfet if you'll do mine?"
One of his eyes twitched. "As you wish, my prince."
"Why can't you just call me Ma'at, or if need be Bat?"
"Doing so is too intimate."
"It's just a name." He set his soapy cloth down and picked up a large ladle to spoon some of the hot water and dumped it over his chest.
Isfet stilled. The only movement came from the sweep of his eyes and the rise and fall of his torso as he watched the water sluice down over the prince's body. Trailing down his chest, one bead of water splitting into two smaller ones as it rolled around Ma'at's left nipple.
"Name's are important, little prince."
"Stop calling me little," he glowered at him.
"Turn around, you wanted me to wash your back," he said as he took the ladle to rinse off himself.
Ma'at stared at him long and hard before turning.
Isfet lifted one of the soap lathered cloths to the prince's back and began to make slow circles starting at the back of his neck and working his way down. His cock hardened and he quickly turned after pouring water down Ma'at's back. "My turn," he growled.
Ma'at turned and picked up the cloth. "No need to growl Isfet!"
He gulped as he began kneading the soap into the Alpha's back. The herbs he took helped to stave off even desire, but he couldn't deny the slight twitch he felt in his neither regions. If he wasn't careful, the Alpha's presence and scent might yet set fire to his heat despite the herbal concoction.
Then he'd know. And he didn't want that to be the reason Isfet liked him or wanted him.
Not that he did.
Lifting a ladle filled with water he poured it down Isfet's back before standing up and setting foot into the steaming water.
Isfet turned to stare down at Ma'at with a glower and joined him in the tub.
Ma'at's eyes widened as the older man entered the water. His cock had lengthed and curved upward just a bit. He gulped, a chill ran down his spine.
"Did you mean it, my prince?"
"M-mean what?"
"That what you told them, is how you truly feel toward me?"
With a nervous chuckle, he glanced away, face turning a slight shade of red. "Do we have to discuss this? Now?"
"Yes, we do. And yes, now."
He felt Isfet's hands underneath each of his knees. Gasped when the man pulled him closer so that his legs were over his.
"Look at me, Bat."
Turning his head he gazed into the depths of eyes so green they about mesmerized him.
"Tell me the truth. Is that why you took an arrow, for me?"
"Yes."
Isfet pulled him even closer till their cocks slid against each other beneath the warm water.
"Do you have any idea what it means to love an Alpha and be loved by one?"
"Why are you asking me this?" His words came out huskier than normal as Isfet twisted his hips to the right and then the left underneath the water, giving friction to their cocks.
"Because I am a sadistic bastard. I don't think you're prepared for what that would mean." He reached up into Ma'at's hair and tugged him forward so that he had to kneel in the water over his lap.
"Ow."
"See? And that's only a tiny taste, and I don't think you can handle it. You Beta's hate relinquishing control. Always wanting to control us Alpha's."
"I don't want to control you, Isfet." He placed his hands on his shoulders and gazed without flinching into the man's eyes.
"If you want to be with me, Bat, you'll have to accept all that I am, and be willing to give your complete submission, no matter what I might do to you." He thrust up, his cock head sliding against Ma'at's asshole.
With a sharp intake of air, he shivered. "I love you Isfet Khaba Joktar."
"Then follow my command. Dry us off and get on the bed."
Ma'at gulped, "I-isn't this a l-little fast?"
"So? We have assassins after our asses. Who knows if we'll survive at all. And if you wanted it to be slow you should never have confessed to an Alpha. Especially one without a lover. Now hurry and get us dried off and your ass on the bed."
Ma'at stood up, placed one foot out of the tub followed by the other. Bent down to pick up a towel and dried himself off.
Once Isfet was out of the tub he picked up the second towel and turned to him. He began from his feet and worked his way up. He tried not to linger anywhere on the Alpha's body. Especially when the man growled as the towel moved over his hot erection.
Isfet grabbed the towel and tossed it aside. Without a word, he lifted his hand and pointed at the bed.
Ma'at cast a nervous glance his way, but the man's smile was absent. He turned and crawled onto the bed. Heard Isfet moving behind him.
"Interesting."
He glanced behind him. "What?"
Isfet bent down and picked up to shackles that were chained to the end posts of the bed. He placed them on the mattress. "Put these on."
Wide-eyed he stared at the shackles. "W-why?"
Isfet growled, "Do as you're told." He quirked a brow. "Unless you didn't mean what you said."
Ma'at frowned and reached for one shackle and snapped it onto his left ankle, and then the second shackle to his right.
When he tried to bring his legs together, he felt his face heat up when he realized he couldn't close them.
"Now Bat, if you're not ready for this, or you don't think you can be what I need, or I can't be what you want or need, this is the time to tell me. This is the time to back out little prince. But if you want this, if you want me, call me Master Joktar."
A/N:Thank you for reading thus far. Hope you're enjoying this thus far. I didn't think they'd have the same names in a past life... so I'm sure by now readers know who is who despite the names... eventually we'll get to their current lives - more than just the tiny asides.
