Just Atemu

Heba and Atemu have a long stare for a moment before Heba then felt his nerves take over. He then started to run away as Atemu blinked thinking he saw something. He then came to the realization that he was actually running away "w—wait!" Atemu proclaimed and moved past his flowers and over the hill top that somewhat separated the palace from the forest. He then soon went into the forest and tried to rush after Heba who was quicker than him. Heba didn't bother looking back as he was more so nerves that he might have made him mad or highly upset by what he's done.

He continued to run not looking behind him or back in any way as he felt now he'd be hang or thrown into a dungeon. Heba then slowly stops as he hid behind a tree so he wouldn't get spotted as he didn't know who was really chasing him, yet he felt he was being so. He could hear someone while he ran exclaiming to "wait" in the distance. He felt overwhelmed and afraid by that considering he was nothing more than a peasant. He then squinted his eyes seeing someone coming as they widened by the unexpected presence of the pharaoh. He had finally stop running and was panting somewhat from it as he turned his head around looking for this person.

"Hello?" Atemu said softly but yet loud. He didn't wish to scare the person off, and yet he was determined to find him.

He continued to walk, and then heard some noises in the bushes near him, as Heba eyes widened and got up quickly to move again as Atemu yelled once more. "Wait! I promise I won't harm you I swear." He said to Heba as Heba kept running and looked back soon tripping over his own feet. He yelp falling down into a hill as he got dirty and grunted softly in pain. He then twisted his ankle as he felt himself cry softly. He then looked up seeing Atemu slide down the hilltop as Heba got surprised. 'Why does he keep chasing me? This is it, I'm going to die.' Heba thought sadly.

Atemu then saw his ankle and soon gasp softly as he bend down and touch his leg. Heba wrenched a little due to him touching it as Heba saw the kindness and worried in his eyes. He was skeptical at first by this, but it made sense in a way considering he got saved the first time. Heba felt he should say something but choked on his own vocals in doing so. Atemu glance at the beautiful Heba as his hair blew softly in the wind along with Atemu's hair as well. He then made a small soft smile at Heba to know he'd wouldn't harm him. Heba then looked down blinking cutely and back at Atemu with curiosity.

"It looks like you sprain it pretty badly." He told Heba gently.

Heba then saw it was somewhat swollen as he wipe away his tears softly with his own fingers. He then hiss softly feeling Atemu touch around that area as he closed his eyes from the pain.

"I shall have to take you to my palace, so that you may heal. Do not argue with me, you are going." He told Heba with a stern tone in the end.

Heba gulped softly knowing what he told him, and felt Atemu lift him up which made him tremble from a slight arise by it. He then cuff his arms around Atemu to keep him from falling over, as he carried Heba bridal style and back to the palace. It was a quiet walk for the most part as Heba didn't have anything to say, and yet couldn't say anything because Atemu would refuse it. Still he didn't and wasn't aware of the pharaoh's real name, and felt he'd probably never know it any time soon.

Unaware Heba had fallen asleep, and soon jolted up once he felt something soft underneath his body and face. He looked around with confusion and saw he wasn't back in Silaom's tent. Whether somewhere more fancy and more elegant that soon would be the pharaoh's room he would note. He then looked at the gigantic bedspread and felt the soft cushions underneath his new found clothing. He was wearing a see through attire that was somewhat showcasing his pink nipples, and his arousal that was within the shaw of his pants. He blushed and felt so exposed by this, as he was hyperventilating because of these weird clothings.

He then soon heard the sounds of some doors opening, as two maids walked inside as Atemu did. He then closed the door behind him, and the maids left him as he commanded them too. He was carrying a small bowl of water, with a towel inside it that had steam coming from it. Heba sat up eventually and saw Atemu walking through as he glanced back at Heba. Heba then fell down on the pillow pretending to be sleep and didn't want Atemu to see him awake. He pretended to close his eyes, as he felt Atemu walking over to see him.

"Are you going back to sleep?" He asked Heba knowing he was awake now.

Heba then opened his eyes slowly and then turned to Atemu as Atemu stood there with his tunic on this time. It was different seeing him not wearing the cape, for some reason it made him look more royal than before. Now he was just wearing the undergarments of the attire and had nothing on but the tunic and the jewelry. Heba then sat up feeling his ankle as he twisted it and hiss feeling the pressure. "You won't be able to walk on it for a few days." Atemu told Heba. Heba eyes darted to Atemu as he told him this, but once again he then looked away quickly.

Atemu then went closer to Heba and grab his leg carefully placing it on his own thigh. Taking the water bowl and the rag he had earlier dipping it into the water and dapping it around his ankle. Heba watched in a way looking out the corner of his own eye and then once Atemu finished he looked away again. Atemu then stop and placed his ankle back underneath the covers. Looking at Heba from a glance and as he did so, he then opened his mouth to ask a question to the child. "What is your name by the way." Atemu asked kindly. Heba heard Atemu's tone in which he asked that question and it made Heba blush.

His face and voice was so angelic and handsome. He was like a God in his own image, and so muscular and had this tan color about him. It made him in a way blush more just describing it towards himself. He then gasp softly underneath his breath thinking that way about the king, and then fumbled over his words as Atemu asked his name.

"M-my n-name?" Heba said gently and sweetly.

Atemu was surprised to even get that much out of poor Heba yet he knew he was still a little frighten. So, he didn't bother to press it rudely whether jokingly to see if that helped ease some of the tension and awkwardness.

"Yes, ha-ha, your name. I'm sure you have one." Atemu told him as he got up from the bed and went to the other side to sit next to Heba. Heba didn't notice this motion and looked down fiddling with his own fingers, out of nervousness. He then looked up straight and he softly said his name, hoping that Atemu would hear it anyhow.

"It—it's Heba, my lord." He told Atemu.

"Please you do not have to be afraid, Heba, it's such a lovely name for a young man." Atemu told him.

Heba blush hearing that from him, as he could feel his cheeks warming up like a stove, he then fumbled more and couldn't barely speak correctly yet tried to keep his composer. "Thank you for the compliment my lord." He told Atemu with a small glance down. Atemu then felt himself pout as he didn't like being called that he felt old, or like his father when being called "my lord" it wasn't something that interested in Atemu the slightest. "You May call me, Atemu, Heba." Atemu told Heba with a small grin. Heba then looked down at his tunic almost like giving him eye contact but not really. He was astonished that Atemu would tell him his name in the end.

"But, that's rude to call a pharaoh by his name..." Heba said towards him.

"I am not like other pharaoh's If that wasn't obvious enough." He said towards him with a chuckle. He then watched Heba reaction in a way, hoping he'd get some type of emotion from him, yet to no avail it wasn't anything. He sighed and looked at him biting his bottom lip gently and noticed that Heba didn't bother looking at him directly. "Heba.." he said calmly. "Yes?" Heba replied looking down still. "Why aren't you looking at me when I speak to you?" He asked him. Heba knew that answer and he was always raised to never look at a king in the eyes, it was rude and he could punish you for that. Also whenever Heba did look at Atemu eye to eye or attempted his stomach would feel like jelly.

He'd get all nervous and sweaty as his physical appearance made Heba yelp in his mind. He then answered that not taking any more longer pauses because then it'll get weird and unsettling. "Well, because it is rude, you are a king a peasant like me shouldn't look at a ruler." He told Atemu. Atemu was hurt by such a comment, and yet understood that Heba was only raised that way. He then without hesitation turned Heba's head to look at him, as Heba eyes widened feeling his face light up again. "It is rude Not to look at a king when they are speaking to you. For I keep explaining I am not like most pharaoh's. I want you to look me in my eyes, because when you do, I know that you are listening." Atemu told him.

Heba then looked up at Atemu and once again, face turning redder than a tomato as he felt himself wanting to gag. He then saw a small smile and chuckle come from Atemu as he saw Heba's beautiful eyes, and then soon realized that Heba was just as gorgeous as a woman with her body exposed. He loved seeing Heba, and in a way, he was getting a little attraction from it. He then blinked as he thought-on these naughty things, and soon stop himself before he did anything dumb. "See much better, you are very beautiful." He told Heba before he got up from the bed. Heba blush and bit his own bottom lip softly, as Atemu chuckled once more seeing Heba's reaction.

"I shall go get you some food, I'm sure you are starving." He told Heba and soon got from the bed. He then walked off, as Heba looked at him as he did so. "Thank you my— I mean, thank you, Atemu." He said towards him in a way he bowed his head gently considering he couldn't stand up and do it. Atemu smirked and soon left the room opening his door and closing it softly behind him. Heba collapsed on the bed and felt his heart beating a thousand miles a second. He never been this nerve wrecking and so worked up over one person. He always thought he was into women, yet they never gave him a boner as badly as Atemu is.

This was in a way so strange and yet he felt alive, he wanted to do something, anything to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He'd be here for a few days, and yet he didn't mind it this time he was trying to get more comfortable after all. He could

tell that Atemu was doing everything because he wanted too, yet Heba never understood why, and why was Atemu choosing him out of all the others he could've saved or met.