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A Night In The Pharaoh's Arms

Based on the manga: Red River aka Anatolia Story

Pairing: User RamsesXHarry

Chapter Warnings: MaleXMale Sex

Harry sighed dramatically as he watched his two best friends actually enjoy reading. It wasn't so much a surprise with Hermione, but with Ron? That was just unnatural.

"So," Harry tried to start a conversation in the near dead silent room, "it looks like it's going to be a great day for some quidditch practice, how 'bout it Ron?" his best mate just murmured some disagreement and kept on intently staring at the pictures on the page. The worst part was when they both finished a book at the same time and picked up a new one almost in sync. Harry again tried to make some sort of conversation,

"Were you disappointed about last night's match, Ron?" he actually got a reaction out of Ron this time, but it wasn't the one he had been hoping for.

"What game?" Harry stared in utter disbelief.

"You never miss a televised quidditch game! It was your favorite team that lost!" Ron shrugged it off like it was no big deal. Harry's eye twitched a little, she must have put some kind of spell on him! I might be next. Following along with the mind games, Harry decided to ask something he knew would get a response. "Hermione, that looks different than Inu-whatever, is it something different?" Hermione smiled and looked up,

"Yes, it's called Red River, as in the Red River found near Turkey in western Asia. It's about the Egyptian and Hittite empires. It is really interesting, I think you'd like it Harry, here," she handed him the first one of the series. Harry frowned and decided he would take a different one from the stack. It could be a spell that transfers by touch, I can't show any weaknesses. Dashing off to his room, he said in parting that he preferred to read alone.

Once in his room, he flipped through a couple of pages to find that it wasn't as boring as he thought it might be. Laying it out on the bed, he smiled, Maybe this would be a good time to use that spell I learned... Drawing his wand from out of his back pocket, Harry made the correct motions and said the spell with vigor.

"Liber Libri Apparate!" a bright flash of light left Harry covering his face and dropping his wand...

Rubbing his eyes, Harry stood up to see a large wagon running out of control with no driver at the helm. Some people were shouting at him, but it didn't seem to matter. As if in slow motion, a large man tackled Harry aside, just in the nick of time as the rouge horse thundered past leaving Harry unharmed. Harry stood up to see if the man was alright, but all he could see of the mysterious figure before he ran into the darkness of alleyway was the two different colored eyes that burned into Harry's memory. Wow, that was... different. Where am in the world am I? Oh... That's right, something about Egypt. Yeah that looks about right. Making his way through the town carefully, he came upon some sort of palace place... again. This seems a little too familiar. Getting closer he was grabbed from behind and his mouth was covered with a cloth. Harry struggled, but it was no use, the cloth was laced with some sort of sedative that made him feel faint. Before he passed out though, he did hear one of the men standing over him say,

"Yes he will certainly make a fine 'entertainer'," Harry only saw the obscurity of the blackness behind his eyelids after that.

Harry's sense of smell kicked in as a burning leaf was held underneath his nose to rouse him from his sleep. Sitting up with a start, Harry found himself bound in chains at the ankles and wrists in a line with several other people, mostly women from what Harry could tell. A cold, decrepit hand jerked his chin forward as he stared at an older man through the veil that was covering his own face.

"Now boy, if you want to live, you will watch the other girls and dance just as well... And if you are lucky the Pharoah will mistake you for a woman and take you with him when he goes. Now!" he turned Harry's veiled face to an opening in the curtains that separated them from the other room. In that room Harry could see dancers performing for a monarch of some kind, but the soveriegn appeared unamused by the entertainment. Harry watched them intensely as the dance concluded and a brief respite was filled with a jolly jester who brought many a smile and laugh to the room, even a small applause, even from the Pharaoh himself. Too soon, it was their turn to dance, Harry had not felt so nervous before, he had hardly ever danced, and it certainly was not this kind. Taking the floor, he managed not to get jerked around too much as he tried his best to follow the pattern that the others were making. He soon realized that the majority of the eyes watching their dance appeared to be set on him. Harry counted the two sides and found that he was exactly in the middle of their display, he figured that was on purpose. At the end of their dance, Harry was pulled forward, almost falling on his face, to kneel and bow. Immediately after they were led behind the curtain once more, Harry's bonds were unlocked and he was taken away by some intimidating looking guards. They escorted him to a side hallway and through a large courtyard which appeared to be for private persons only, for there was not a soul in sight. Entering a fairly small structure on the edge of the outer wall, the guards left him in a bed chamber that had high ceilings and intricately detailed architecture with symbols and writing, the looks of which Harry had never seen before.

"Lovely, isn't it?" Harry was startled out of his musings by a deep, yet soothing, voice that spoke from the doorway. After the pause where Harry was supposed to respond passed by without any sound, the blond haired man stepped forward to gently hold the young face in his hand while whispering, "But it isn't near as lovely as you are, my dear," Harry blushed and pulled away suddenly. He wasn't sure if he should talk or not, Does this man even realize that I'm a man? While Harry had been freaking out about this twist in the plot development, he hadn't noticed that the Pharaoh had slowly been backing him up against the bed. Once Harry's knees hit the hard edge of the rim, they crumbled and he fell lightly onto the side of the bed. "You may call me Ramses, if you wish," Harry was startled once more by this man as he removed the veil that had kept his face so carefully hidden. The reaction of the monarch was a raised eyebrow, but before he could say anything Harry intervened.

"I- I can explain-" he was cut off by a finger placed to his lips.

"There is no need, I just did not realize your gender... A change in events is very much appreciated," Harry was pressed against the satin sheets in a searing kiss. Ramses deepened the kiss by exploring the raven haired beauty's mouth with his tongue. They both had to take a few breathes to fill their lungs with fresh oxygen when they parted. It was brief though, as the diligent leader took charge of pulling what little clothing Harry had on away to reveal a head of curly black hairs that was just as messy as the set of hair follicles on Harry's head. Ramses smirked at the delectable sight before him, Harry's pleasure filled face and partially opened mouth, as if it wished to be ravished by his expert tongue once more. Flicking his hand over one of the pert nipples that showed itself to him, Ramses noticed the slight moan the boy tried to keep down.

Somewhere along the way, probably after he had been knocked out, Harry had lost his glasses, but at this range he could see very easily the deviant smirk that played across the lips of the powerful man that leaned over him. Moving him a bit farther onto the bed, Ramses took the vase of scented oil from his night stand and proceeded to make a mess of his delicious dancer. Dribbling the clinging liquid onto the boy's core and letting it slide along the curvatures of his wanton body, Ramses followed its path with light touches and caresses. Dripping the oil over his prominent length, he gripped Harry's thighs and spread them apart easily. Harry tried to hide himself, but Ramses shooed the offending limbs away. He whispered into the youth's ear just before entering him,

"If you did not want this kind of attention, there was plenty of time to say so before this moment," Harry gasped in delight at the swift penetration. There was no stopping the even pacing of thrusts that plundered his entrance. But even the Pharaoh could not keep a stoic face as the ecstasy claimed them both with glorious passion that intertwined while Harry's vision went completely white.

"Ya know mate, you might want to watch yourself around books. I mean reading draws people in, but it literally draws you in," Harry nodded and thanked Ron for the meaningless advice as he rested his head on his pillow.

If you enjoyed this fic please feel free to check out my other Red River fics:

Lethal Hope: A Red River Vampire Knight Cross over using Ramses(from this story) & Zero.

A Faltering Heart: A side story about a one night stand involving a certain Yuri Ishtar and User Ramses.

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