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: Thank you so much for your support. As requested, I'm going to update chapters sooner.

A/N: I have planned all of the chapters of this story, so the story won't be too long. There are going to be intervals of a few weeks or more in this story, since we actually have to see some babies after all. I'm going to try and update faster. Enjoy!

…- Chapter four -…

Seth hasn't been very lucky the past months.

It doesn't help that the number of problems just keep piling up, and the brunet has no idea where to start, what to do to get rid of these problems. Worse is that every time he believes he has hit rock bottom, something adds itself to the pile and the hole becomes deeper. It becomes worse…

Adding to the already too long list now is his bastard of a father who will remain here a while longer to make sure everything will turn out alright. Of course, Seth doesn't need to be babysat, (Chained and locked away, maybe) but a male pregnancy is a rare and delicate process. And someone has to make sure that everything will work out ok, or the priest will die before the baby is born. And since his father actually knows what to do… Seth growls at himself and splashes his face with water to cool the rage burning again, because who had his father chosen to teach about the pregnancy of men? Well? Guess which fucker he just had to pick as his favourite…

That bastard, horned magician who had already been on his list! Now he's on there, twice! Not only is he out to get him, but he's also going to be one of the people who will take care of him when a baby is born. If that is not enough, since the leather clad magician had a medical history he was going to be taught the ways of bringing the baby into the world.

Now if he were to be put in charge of taking care of the baby… Maybe that sadistic bastard might try and eat the baby, that would be nice. But no, the devil man was going to be at his bedside, not the baby's.

The brunet raises his hand from the water and stares at it for a moment. The skin is beginning to wrinkle. He probably should get out and do whatever tasks the newly wed wife of the Pharaoh has, but he just doesn't want to. That he has no clue what those might be besides getting knocked up, is a minor detail.

Now that he thinks back… When he woke up this morning… It was so much fun

He had spend two hours retching up the aftermath of the poison. It hadn't helped his mood a bit that he had woken up gagging and had to make a run for the nearest bowl to cough up whatever little contents his stomach had retained along with a very sick, blackish looking substance. He had woken his husband with his sounds of vomiting and the other had rushed to his aid, dragged him back to bed when his stomach was empty and provided him with a new bowl in case his priest felt the need to retch again.

The good thing was with the bad substance out of his stomach his sickness had reasonably subsided too and as the minutes passed by he had gotten better. Right now he felt nothing at all, only the painful hunger one is to suffer after not eating for almost a day and getting rid of what was left after going sick on everything.

Bad news was his dear husband had left his side to attend to important matters so Seth hadn't had the chance to remember he was furious because of what had happened last night. Even if his husband is probably the last person he should dare to verbally attack. The teen king is, after all, not Pharaoh because he is oh so nice. The magician had popped by to see if the teen was alright, and Seth remembers very vaguely, (after collapsing, throwing up is so tiresome) he ran off with his vomit to study it…

Anyway, after waking up Seth had spend the remainder of the morning in a bath scrubbing his skin. He had, painfully, woken while almost gagging up on himself at four. His bath, which had run cold had cooled his anger after… oh… five or so hours. The hours he took bathing had allowed the rage to flow away a little bit. And he had been soaking in soap for so long the feeling of nausea had subsided as well…

And Seth wouldn't be Seth if he hadn't been sitting in a bath filled with lavender oil for a good reason, other then to cool. The lavender will be alright later on in the pregnancy, but in the early stages it could cause serious problems. He must raise the suggestion that he enjoys bathing in this soap so it won't be too suspicious.

Now that he feels a little better he can go back to plotting.

The biggest issue is, as he believes, a man called the magician of chaos.

There is a thing called black magic, and there is a thing called black magic. From conjuration to alchemy, the magician of chaos knows his destruction magic. Which is one of the reasons why Seth is a little scared of having the man bringing his baby into the world and tending to the priest after. Because destruction and healing rarely go hand in hand.

…of all the magicians in this kingdom, he had a vendetta with the magician of black chaos. The bastard magician of chaos. If he wants to avoid that sicko he will have to start behaving. No more causing trouble, no more running away. How is he going to do that without dying of revulsion?

Speak of the devil and he will come for you…

"There you are…" The magician enters without knocking, uncaring for the state of undress of the seething priest. "I take it you had enough time to cool down."

"What do you want?"

"Why, just a little talk of course." The black haired man grabs the teen by his wrists and lifts him out of the bath without breaking a sweat. The priest curses loudly, about to kick the tall man when he is dropped on the floor again. Seth is trying to get his cool back together, which proves to be quite difficult from this undignified position. "Dry and dress yourself, we are going to see your husband. And I will assist you if needed."

Needless to say the brunet does what he is told and manages to only huff. What else can he do? Resist, and have that sick bastard touching him?

A few minutes pass as he dries and dresses like an obedient dog. The magician walks in circles in the other room, patiently waiting for the priest to finish. Maybe, if Seth stalls long enough he will die of old age.

He has been in the court for over eighty years and has had a long life before that, so dying of age probably wasn't going to happen… "It is so good to see you up after this morning's… events…"

"I take it you're done fingering my vomit then?"

"I have! Fascinating what you coughed up really. You should eat more, though, that will be good for you." Well that isn't sick at all…

The magician grabs the priest by the wrist and starts dragging him like a child. The brunet has trouble keeping up with his long steps, but when they enter the corridors of the palace Seth is slightly thankful for the magician's stature. Again people move out of his way, greeting them both as they pass by.

Out of the blue the magician begins a conversation.

"I have been thinking, since the herbs for my poisons are so rare, and you are very difficult to tame, I thought why not, I'd try a different approach." He smiles wickedly and chuckles afterwards, though it sounds more like coughing. He makes it sound as if it had been the best idea he ever had.

The magician seems to forget his own strength when he tugs at the teen's wrist a little too hard as they round a corner and Seth has to bite his lip to stop from cursing out loud.

"Which is why I am going to stab you where it hurts most." He doesn't mean… "Your beautiful blue dragons."

The stab had been literal. Only it feels like a hand gripping Seth's hear and squeezing it. For a moment he is out of words, out of ideas, out of everything. He barely notices them entering a room the Pharaoh is occupying with several other mages. They are however, still out of hearing range. The magician lowers his voice. "So, you'll do what your husband desires of you if you want to see your dragons ever again."

"I will…"

"Because I will… oh… Well… that is good to hear." He had been ready for a verbal fight, so it seemed. "Remember…" The magician lowers himself quite a bit to come face to face with the teen. "I will be watching you. One mistake and I will be forcing my poisons down your throat faster then you can lure your husband into bed."

The magician gives a most sadistic smile, not attempting to hide the fact he hopes the little priest will misbehave again. He had been hoping to lure him into a fight too. Seth can feel his right eye twitch out of annoyance. Both take a seat at the table.

"Now that we are all present. We all know there are precautions to take with the upcoming pregnancy, and it will be very different from that of a woman." A man with light, turquoise hair begins. He stands when speaking while others amongst the table are seated. His black cape seems to come alive as he speaks, like claws and his fangs gleam when the vampire lord smiles at the newly wed couple. His undead stare makes the priest's skin crawl. His husband grabs his hand and gives it a loving squeeze when the brunet is placed next to him but he barely notices.

The man with the black cape begins his speech, explaining the differences between the pregnancy of a woman, and that of a man. Seth looks around the room, not interested in his stories.

The table is round, a shape rather uncommon in Egypt, but no one seems to really care. So to his right, Seth's dear nemesis, the magician of chaos. He seems almost relaxed while listening to the lord's story about babies, and for a moment the priest wonders if he has children himself, or is ever to have them. If he will… he will probably eat them, or raise them to be just as vicious as their father. The thoughts alone make the brunet a little uneasy, but he can't decide which one is sicker.

To the magician's right sits a woman with long blond hair and a long, green dress. She has a patient, soft look on her face. Her skin is almost radiating it is so blue, and her smile is awfully soothing when she thanks the lord for her turn to speak. Her voice is soft and gentle, she seems so delicate amongst this group. Seth learns that she will be in charge of the baby when it is born, because it will be brought into the world very early and will be very fragile.

To her right is the aforementioned lord of the dark. He is a master when it comes to alteration and support, be he undead or not. So he will be around too.

To his right a swordsman and very talented healer. His white attire doesn't have a single wrinkle, and he seems almost proud as he is entrusted upon the task of Seth's immediate recovery after he and the still speaking woman give the baby life. He is a mystic swordsman, why he would be put up for such a task is beyond the priest, he plans to survive after al, and he is a swordsman

Next to the swordsman, Seth gives his father the filthiest glare he can muster. His father, Aknadin runs his fingers through his white beard before matching his son's glare with one of his own. His Eye gleams in the light and the priest has to refrain from lunging and killing him. Between them Atem feels the rising tension and looks at his consort, a hint of concern crossing his features.

Fuck the bastard magician, the first thing Seth will do when he regains his dragons is feed his father to them.

…- Final note -…

I like to think that the monsters we see in the cards used to be real, like the magician of chaos and the blue-eyes white dragons. And usually, I think fairies and angels (and the vampire lord, cause he's cool) are doctors whilst for example the magician of chaos was this damage dealing son of a bitch that just kicked arse and made people's life's miserable. I mean come on, he sure looks like it.

Also, didn't know Seth already had a daddy, was I lucky of what to run into him? He's cool! He has a beard and looks really cool with his Millennium Eye. Pegasus can't even begin to match that angst.