A God's Memories

With feather light touches Seth found his Pharaoh leaning into him and a moan escaped from parted lips, deep and low in tone, sending shivers down the priest's spine. He continued with his ministration of the other's stomach, massaging it gently with just the tips of his fingers while his lips lay barely-felt kisses atop the perspiration that tasted salty and yet so… so much like Atemu.

"Would you like to come to my house for some pleasure?" the redheaded male looked down at his nephew, a smile appearing on his handsome features as he watched the boy smile up at him.[3

"I would love to," the young boy seemed so innocent and pure, his long black locks matching those of his father and his eyes different colours, one of his eyes golden like the sun, the other silver like the moon.[4

His kisses became firmer when a hand pulled at the short hairs on the back of his head and his tongue dashed out, swirling around the Pharaoh's navel and entering it once, twice, thrice… then circling it again.

"Stop teasing me!" the Pharaoh cried out when he felt warm fingers brush at the fold of skin above his thigh. The fingers of the other hand moved to the matching leg and both slowly massaged just above the thigh though the thin, white fabric.

"Is that a command?" the priest smirked, his lips going down and kissing right atop the golden belt that held the other's kilt up.

The two males dined a grand feast, conversing here and there without any care in the world as what was to happen next. They both expected it though and it seemed obvious, as the youth's usually steady hands were somewhat shaky, while the redhead ate a bit faster than usual.

The Pharaoh groaned out when skilled finger massaged him through the thin material of his skirt and he arched into the touch. His teeth clenched when the hand was gone and he hissed out a low and throaty "yes."

Seth smirked once more and nodded his head. "As you command, my Pharaoh."

This was the first time that the two had made love in the past four years, since Atemu had become Pharaoh at thirteen and the next year Seth was appointed as one of his high priests. As soon as the brunette took the seat, they ceased whatever little relationship they had during the past year.

The brunette moved up his lover's body and marveled at all the gold and jewels that adorned that slim, yet muscled body. His lips trailed towards the large necklace, which he decided to keep on, in order to admire his lover in the golden jewelry a bit longer.

His lips latched onto the soft pair that was panting for him and he lost himself in the feeling when his tongue entered the other's mouth, devouring the younger boy.

Lips met in a passionate lock and the youth found himself thrown back onto the table, his hands scattering the food around as the older male's lips moved from his own and down his body, uncovering him with every kiss and going lower and lower.

His hand fumbled for a moment on the ground by the bed, knowing he'd left the pitcher there earlier when he massaged the fight from his Pharaoh. His fingers touched the cool steel and he tipped it over, his hands wetting themselves along the soothing oil that ran on the floor beneath him.

Once that was done, Seth returned to claiming the other, having to use his oiled hand to pull at the series of golden necklaces around his neck and leaving a mark, then his hand trailed down the Pharaoh's body.

Atemu moaned out when he felt those slick fingers brush against his length then go down further and towards his entrance where they teased him for a moment. A scream of surprise left his lips when he felt a slicked finger enter him and he held onto the body atop him as if his life depended on it.

Horus screamed loudly into the sky when he felt his manhood being devoured and he closed his eyes tightly, the feeling so completely intoxicating that for a moment, he regretted having drank the exquisite wine he was offered, having dulled his senses a bit.

The last of fabric was thrown away and all that was left were the golden bands that covered their arms, legs and fingers, and the Pharaoh's many necklaces. With a slow thrust, Seth filled his lover completely and held still, waiting for the other to adjust while he rained kisses along Atemu's neck, jaw and face.

The wild-eyed youth couldn't think anymore, all that he realized was that he was pressed down to something soft instead of the cold table from before, something clean compared to the food that had dirtied his now discarded clothing. The lips latched onto his own were enough to distract him from everything, including the pain he felt when the larger and deadlier God finally entered him.

Atemu screamed out in the midst of passion as he felt a spot inside of him being hit over and over again, it was hit dead on and caused shudders to rake through his body and stars to dance before his eyes. "Oh, Ra!" he screamed out when his lover sped up. "Faster," the word had barely left him and he held tightly onto his lover when he felt the increase, gasping and writhing under him with the pure ecstasy that passed through his body. His fingers graced against the almost healed cut at his lover's side and his lips latched onto the older youth's crying out his ecstasy with a loud moan, his apology of the wound with a stroke of his tongue, apologizing as he had every night before from the day he had caused the wound.

The pace seemed to turn into a frantic one, Atemu having his legs wrapped around Seth's waist and rocking back against every thrust, his nails raking red lines down his lover's shoulders and back. He was feeling Seth's bite to his neck, sure that it was bleeding already, but not caring as he was too close to think properly.

With a few final thrusts, the youths found themselves reaching their limit and Atemu called out to his God.

"SETH!"

Horus lay back down, feeling the other slide out of him before he settled onto the bed beside his new lover. "Oh Seth," Horus whispered softly, reaching out and brushing at the brown-red strands, pulling them away from the deadly eyes of the God of Chaos and Destruction… of the God of the Desert.[5

Atemu let out a long sigh as he watched his lover pull the thin covers over both their bodies. He leaned towards him and cuddled inside his safe embrace, too tired to remove the uncomfortable and heavy gold around his neck, too tired to do anything, even to tired to think… to answer why his voice seemed so different when he cried out his lover's name.

Seth watched as his Pharaoh fell asleep and could only smile sadly as he watched the other. His fingers ran through the tri-coloured tresses and his lips reached out to claim the Pharaoh's pair, as his own.

When he noticed the peacefully serene expression on the other's face, he couldn't help but hold back a groan at the realization that hit him. He had just soiled the Pharaoh of Egypt. It was different when he was still a Prince, there was always the chance that the Pharaoh could have chosen anybody else to follow his line, and true… they've made love a few times during the first year of Atemu's reign. But never before had he done it while in the position of High Priest.

He was supposed to guard him and protect him from evil like himself.

With nimble fingers, he pulled out of the Pharaoh's grasp and played to pull away all the gold that was put on his lover's body. He pulled the sheets down then and collected the fallen pitcher, still having some oil in it due to the shape.

Gently turning over his lover, he poured some of the oil in his hands and warmed it up before he placed his hands on the Pharaoh's lower back and gently massaged him. A groan left the figure under him and he couldn't help but smile as Atemu stirred.

"What are you doing?" the Pharaoh muttered softly, moaning again as the hands slicked to the sides and fingers went between the bed and the boy's stomach.

"Don't want to have a Pharaoh walking around like a frog tomorrow," Seth grinned and only received a glare from his lover.

"And whose fault do you think that is?" wine-red orbs tried to focus in the darkness past wavering blond locks.

Seth smirked and leaned down, his body still bare and now touching the oiled one of his lover, causing sparks to explode in the younger boy's mind. "I am not the one that screamed 'faster'," he grinned as he whispered into the other's ear, only adding onto the feeling of pure arousal that went through the younger boy.

Seth continued his massage of the other boy, keeping the location mostly at the other's lower back, but sliding his fingers away to rub at his shoulder blades and even neck sometimes.

"This is pure… torture," the Pharaoh gasped out, the oil having gone cold from the cold night breeze that entered into the room.

"What is this?!" Isis screamed as she watched her son come home, his hands soiled with Seth's seed and a dumbfound expression onto the youth's face.

"Seth gave it to me, he put it inside," Horus beamed as he said this, seeming quite proud at the pure pleasure he had received.

Isis glared at her son and pulled him towards the rivers of the Nile. She pulled him down towards the shore and put his hands into the running water, almost scrubbing them raw.

Seth smiled softly as Atemu had fallen asleep once more. He watched his form while the Pharaoh's face seemed to twist in confusion. What are you dreaming, my lover?

"Seth is the one who killed your father," Isis spoke suddenly, not looking up from her task to clean her son's hands. "He is also the one that took him from this very river to cut him up and throw him all over Egypt," the woman's eyes were glazed over and when she blinked, her own tears joined the running waters of the Nile.

"It is your job to avenge your father and kill Seth… not to let him soil you!" she screamed and surprised the young boy.

Horus fell back and watched as his mother walked off. He looked down at his hands, red and one finger even bleeding from the rough treatment to wash off Seth's life stream. "He killed father?" he thought suddenly and dropped his hands.

Atemu woke up in the morning with a frown on his features. He had the strangest dream, and for some reason… he felt that it was real. Looking around, he noted that he was alone and only sighed. Ra was already high in the sky and the Pharaoh walked towards his balcony, glad of Seth's massage the night before, even if it led to more of their activities after a while. He held the white sheet close to his chest as it covered his entire body in a flowing white, glowing with Ra's light.

Looking up at the sky, he let out a soft sigh. He knew that darkness was coming, he knew it for a long time now as he'd seen it not only in his dreams, but confirmed it from his Priestess, the woman who was able to look into the future.

His wine-red orbs closed and his mind reached out for the sky to speak with the Gods. Why? What must I do to stop this? In the past few weeks, he had tried to act as if nothing was happening, hoping that the visions would remain only in his dreams to haunt him.

But it was his city that fell apart, it was his people that were screaming and dying, it was his river that was painted red with his country's blood.

'Darkness is coming my son,' the lord of the Dead looked up through the sands and towards the young Pharaoh that stood on his balcony.

Atemu gasped and his eyes widened. He had seen it again, this time more vivid, more… real. Now, with his eyes open, he saw it again. The skies above him hid Ra with darkness and the Pyramids disappeared in the distance. The rivers of the Nile turned black and red before they too were gone. The darkness came closer, closing in like a circle to single him out, destroying everything.

The people's screams echoed in his mind, the buildings crumbled and fell away to ash, mixing with the bloodied sands, before the darkness overtook the vision. All that was left now was the Pharaoh, on his balcony standing alone.

The darkness played images before his mind, the past few nights of sweet love that he had made to his High Priest, the spars and fights with the older male. Next came his closest friend and protector, having gone missing barely two cycles of Ra's light ago. His Priestess came next, her unnaturally coloured eyes running streaks of kohl and salt water beneath them when she broke. His blond guest lying in a puddle of his own blood, his advisors screaming and running around before the entire room lit up in flames. Next came a vision of his lover again.

Atemu reached out, watching as his lover stood his ground to fight against beasts of darkness, holding them back with the power of light. But he fell, the hounds atop him and tearing away at his flesh, his white and purple robes now matching the Pharaoh's cape in shades of red.

The Pharaoh gasped out and collapsed, his hand gripping onto the railing before him as more images came. His guest, the white-haired youth, wearing the golden ring he had entrusted to his best friend and guardian. The youth's white hair was dancing to the wind as he stood atop a dune. Then the Pharaoh himself joined the youth and looked in the direction where the other was facing, only to see the river of the Nile running red, the crumbling Pyramids of his fathers and ancestors falling apart and in between… where his beautiful city should have been, on the dune that should be his palace… there was nothing.

The Pharaoh cried out, lowering his head and bowing to the gods as sobs raked his body. The visions from his dreams had come to him all at once, the emotions so strong as he watched his country fall.

'It was meant to happen dear Atemu,' the white haired youth spoke softly and turned to the Pharaoh with a menacing grin. The wind blew at his robes to reveal the rest of the golden items on his body… all but one.

Atemu took note that each item was clean… every item except the rod that belonged to his lover, stained with so much blood that the gold beneath it was gone. He gasped out and the hand reached out, latching onto his own triangular puzzle. The hand went further though, entered into his body and grabbed at his heart.

An agonizing scream of pain filled the young Pharaoh and the images all replayed themselves in reverse sequence, going back and focusing onto the stone of his balcony before him. His vision was blurred and tears fell down in rapid streams.

"What must I do… to stop this terror from ending my country?"

[?? This entire chapter is based off of a legend that Horus and Seth had engaged in sexual activity. Most of this information was erased from history, however some facts were left behind, I don't know if it's the truth or not [don't believe in Gods however it was that information that sparked this story so… it is needed. here is the credit to the article that provided this information http:// epistle-DOT-us-SLASH-hbarticles-SLASH-ancientegypt1-DOT-html - an article on Homosexuality in Ancient Egypt...
ps. reviews are very much wanted... even flamers... any comments that would help me out in making this story and the next better for others to read...
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