Title: Of adoration and abhorrence

Summary: It all begins with a traditional Egyptian wedding. All would be great if the bride didn't hate the groom so much. Atem/Seth for now. Mpreg, Yaoi, One-sided love

Genre: Romance/Angst

Rating and Warning: M Prideshipping, Yaoi (Boy/Boy love) One of those men getting pregnant. (The fuck?) Swearing, violence, people dying. More if I can think of it.

Disclaimer: How do I keep forgetting these things!? I do not own anything Yu-Gi-Oh related.

Reviews: Here is the update! I really enjoy replying to every review I get, but with short chapters like this I feel they just pollute the idea of this being a long chapter, when half of it are review replies. I will personally reply to questions and other serious matters, though Jalapeño, you'll have to vote again. Because I say so! Please enjoy.

A/N: This is an important one: Do you want a lemon in the next chapter or not? I'm serious, I wasn't really planning one this time, but if there are enough people to vote then I will add one.

…--- Chapter two ---…

"Make yourself at home." The Pharaoh gently nudges him further into the room before retreating. Something has come up that he needs to take care of, to great relief of the priest.

The chambers of the Pharaoh are grand, imposing to anyone who has never witnessed them before and is used to a simple one room cot and hay. There is a room where the Pharaoh greets his guests, there is a bedroom obviously, there is a bathroom on the side where servants can get to without disturbing their ruler. There is a reading room with many scrolls and things Seth recognises as books, those are rare in Egypt. There is another room attached to the bedroom, built like a very small shire where the Pharaoh can meditate and pray to the gods in peace. There are many exotic plants in big urns with beautiful flowers, weapons decorating the walls and furniture made by the best of craftsmen.

Seth sighs and wraps his arms around himself, feeling the slight chill of the Egyptian night settle. He knows what is expected of him, an even larger amount of dread settles on his shoulders, if that is even possible. The brunet takes a few reluctant steps into the bedroom. His husband is still going about so he takes no notice of the young king and slowly makes for the balcony on the other side of the room, trying his hardest to stay away from the bed.

The Pharaoh has received many gifts to congratulate him with his marriage, something very uncommon in Egypt. Maybe they are also gifts for saving the land of the priest's wrath. His eyes fall on a small altar, decorated with gold and fresh flowers to appease the Gods. If they aren't asking for blessings this marriage is sure to fail. Well… Seth won't need their help to make the king's life a living hell.

Out on the balcony he spots more gifts, plants and flowers from exotic lands. Egyptians do not care much for wedding gifts, but other countries do. Being the diplomat that he is, Pharaoh Atem accepted them, seemed to enjoy the strange and uncommon articles.

He leans against the stone veranda on his elbows, a small feeling of relaxation settling when he enjoys the breathtaking view from the balcony. He can see as far as the horizon, the sun long settled for the night. The stars are clear in the night sky, the moon radiates a light azure colour. The city is spread across the land, far away he can see the Nile streaming calmly, and beyond the water the top of the temple of Kamoon where he had resided before being forced to live here.

There are fires in the city, softly illuminating the homes of people. It seems they are celebrating too, are they all celebrating the union between the Pharaoh and the priest? Or maybe this as the final stop, safe from harm from the priest. He's no longer a threat after all.

He stares down at his wrists, the black seals are mocking him. He rubs a thumb over the thin lines, little crevices in his skin. They are a constant reminder of all the things they have taken from him.

His shadow magic. The magic that struck fear in many kingdoms. It was because of the millennium rod he was able to overthrow many a man with his shadow magic, but now even the very basics of performing were taken from him.

Even without the rod he was able to summon monsters, mainly dragons, but he was also good in summoning animals. He wasn't very good at summoning the undead and dead, but his dragons are the most powerful of all so he cared little of the dead. The only thing that they could do good was intimidate with the smells of dead and revenge, and even then he had zombie dragons that could top that.

No more rituals to make it rain or shine. Yes, as high priest he was able to do that. It took a long time preparing and a great amount of dancing and chanting, but in the end he could make it rain. Took hours, hours and hours. But he could influence the weather. Somewhat.

He considers himself better at inflicting damage then healing it, but he was able to cure small cuts and bruises, take care of light head aches and stomach aches, and even heal muscles when one had exercised too much and hadn't cooled properly after that. Seth was no healer, but had he studied more he would have been.

Using shadows as weapons, create spears and blades from dark matter thanks to the dark magic of the shadow realm. Now he couldn't even open a gate to enter the realm, let alone manipulate shadows all together.

He can't summon monsters from the shadows or stone tablets or even enter the realm of the shadows. He is just a normal human being now. Just a teenager… just harmless.

Nothing…

They took his freedom. One could say that as a bride to the Pharaoh, he would start a life anew and could use the time to become happy. From this day forth he was to live in a palace with a different servant for every petty little task he would be able to imagine. He would be taken care of, served to his every whim. Eat the finest of foods, wear the most beautiful gems and jewels, dress in the most finest of cottons or silks and sleep in the bed with one of the most eligible men in the world.

Who he hates with a passion by the way, just so that is clear… who will die by his own hand. He will find a way to end his husband's life without jeopardising his own in the process. If the king were to die he would be mummified and readied for his new journey, and with him all of his most prized possessions were to be buried to accompany him into the next life. And Seth is not planning on being one of those prized possessions.

A life of luxury, only a normal person would be happy about this.

The worst of all is that they took his precious dragons. His dragons were the biggest and strongest of all, the most feared, the most ferocious. Most dragons are allowed to live in this realm, the realm of light where they can serve and protect. But as a part of his punishment his dragons were sealed away in the realm of the shadows, where they can cause no harm to others, where he cannot touch them. A weight fills his chest like a hand gripping his heart and squishing it. It hurts, he misses them, so much. He misses them so much, what he wouldn't give to get them back.

There isn't much he has left now… Where is he, without his dragons and without his magic. He was being punished, sentenced to a life without a chance at the freedom he desired.

His inner plotting is interrupted when a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist. His new husband places a kiss on his cheek and leans against his back. Neither is wearing anything to cover their upper bodies, the skin on skin contact makes the brunet shiver with anticipation and barely controlled rage.

"You are beautiful." His husband compliments him and places another kiss on his cheek.

There is nothing he can do against becoming pregnant, his husband is dead set on trying. The only reason he is… was… to wed the Pharaoh was to unite two separate kingdoms into one and give him children. Healthy, strong children.

The word miscarriage comes to mind. Technically he has a uterus where the baby can grow in. So he should try uterine simulating herbs and laxatives to stimulate muscle, all causing miscarriage. Bitter herbs and essential oils can effect functions in his body as well as the fetes.

He can think of a few herbs that are easily approachable around here. Maybe even the kitchen. He would have to dig for bloodroot and poke root in lower levels of the temple of Kamoon… if he is allowed out of the palace.

Oils that have lavender or rosemary in them should be easy enough to find around here.

The priest gasps and jumps slightly when strong hands travel over his hips, meaning to remove his only clothing. Not that a leg long skirt with slits on either side should be allowed to be called decent clothing. The priest has been glaring at people for the entire day, threatening to stop looking at him like a piece of meat. Didn't help.

"So beautiful…" The young king is gently turning and nudging him to move away form the balcony, to a place pretty obvious to any virgin. The young king pulls him if possible even tighter against himself and places a soft kiss on the lips of his lover, their first kiss.

Seth knows he could push his husband away, but he has no good excuse as to why he would push against him. He could throw it at being very nervous, though that could only make his husband slow down, thus prolonging this… this torment.

The best thing to do is to endure this love making, with the thoughts of bloodroot and rosemary in the back of his head.

…--- Final note ---…

Really, lemon or not in the next chapter?