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: As you might have guessed, most of the things in this fic are as truthfully as they can be. (About Egyptian marriage, and the midwife part we are going to have in the next chapter. Why I mention it now is a mystery even to me.) Still, history is not my strongest subject, and although I do quite some research to make ancient Egyptian stuff authentic, if you spot anything that is, or could be wrong, please let me know.
A/N: I'm stuck with Beneath the remains, but this one is flowing like water, hence the swift update.
…- Chapter five -…
It has been a week since the meeting, and all is going smoother then before. As smooth as things can go for the priest, of course.
For the last eight days he had tried to avoid a lot of people. And of course, he couldn't avoid everyone every time, but so far he has been able to avoid his father, the magician, all of his midwives who were supposed to take care of him, and on a few special occasions, his husband. He would still run into them, but the number of encounters had decreased dramatically. And alright, he avoided his husband by pretending to be already asleep by the time his husband had come for bed, but little victories is what keep the brunet's sanity together.
Sure his husband is disappointed at the revelations upon his return, and Seth has to allow some kisses, heavy petting and being held after the young, horny king gives up on getting booty, but it sure beats conceiving a child.
Even if he enjoys that.
"Idiot…" He whispers to himself when that thought slips his mind. He irritably stabs the food in his bowl with his spoon. It may not be sharp, and the food spilling over the rim doesn't satisfy his aggressive mood, but at least it is enough of a distraction from his dilemmas.
Putting the spoon filled with the reddish contents in his mouth he broods silently while staring at a small statue of Horus. A mix of wild cherry, rhubarb and flax seed. All of them alkaloids and stimulants. Surprisingly enough, it tastes absolutely divine. Seth isn't much for these foreign foods, but, even mixed with something as absolutely disgusting as flax seeds, it tastes great.
However, since this is his second bowl, which he now regrets because he is full, he decides he can go without for now. Swallowing the sweetness and covering the bowl up so the flies will never reach Seth places it on a shelve above the desk he had been occupying so he can recover it later. While moving, he can feel his necklace getting tangled up again. Absently he begins untangling the small, golden chains and disregard whoever it is that came into these chambers which are off limits to almost everyone. Being the Pharaoh's chambers and all. If they go about their business quietly, Seth will ignore them. He'd rather be alone now anyway.
The feeling of being watched doesn't leave him. He is always watched though, which is one of the reasons he doesn't leave these chambers very often. The young priest inhales deeply and rolls his head back, meaning to crack his back a little. He immediately stops himself from moving further. He is a little… sore…
Just because he had been successful in avoiding people, it doesn't mean his tactics are flawless. Even he fails sometimes. Like when he had gotten into a fight with the magician the afternoon of the other day. Needless to say, since the magician is revenge driven and doesn't have much going about (so it seems at least), twenty minutes later Seth had jumped and dragged his husband away from an early dinner meeting with a counsel, and they hadn't left the bedroom ever since. Well, his husband had left two hours ago to attend to his ever growing county, leaving the priest on his own to brood.
All that sexual frustration, courtesy to the priest, had begun to cloud the young king's mind anyway.
He hadn't gotten sick from the poison this time, which means the magician was improving his alchemy skills. All that was troubling the brunet now were the sheer annoyance over the lack of control the priest had, and the burning sensation crossing his lower backside every time he moves too far.
Of course, he still blames his husband for not getting enough of his 'wife'. That bastard wasn't going to get near him for at least a week.
"You shouldn't think of your husband like that." That startles the youngster, he even drops the spoon he was about to store away. It clatters lively onto the stone floor, but it is left forgotten. "For he loves you dearly."
Blue eyes narrow dangerously. The thought alone makes him sick. Needles to say, he greets the bastard in the most appropriate of ways.
"You show a lot of goddamn nerve facing me unarmed." He spits. It was going to be a greeting, nothing was said about it being friendly.
"If your tongue were sharp it would cut deeply." Truth be told, Seth isn't physically capable of denting wet papyrus, so the man dressed in white robes has a point. That, in its turn, pisses the already stressing teen more. But he doesn't know where to start. He can only stare at his father, stare at the golden eye gleaming in the light of the candles. There really is nothing else he can do.
"I see you are being well taken care of." The elder man looks around the room. These chambers are indeed grand and beautiful, with colourful artefacts and decoration, expertly crafted furniture and gorgeous, foreign flora. And the view from the balcony is breath taking. Aknadin shifts his attention to his only child, his stern face hiding his thoughts. His good eye shifts to the necklace around his son's throat. "You have never been one for earthly possessions."
"It pleases my husband when I wear his gifts." Hopefully it sounds as spiteful as the priest hopes it sounds. His father is an unmoving block of stone, emotionlessly gazing at the brunet while calculating his next move.
His child, his dear child has a temper. It would be no surprise if the priest was still looking for a way out, for revenge. Especially revenge.
But there is also where the white haired man holds the trump card. Seth wants to do nothing more then retrieve his power and come down on this country like the hammer of God. The seals on his wrists, which the older man is now watching, need to be removed and his son needs help in doing that. He needs help with everything. He needs to be saved.
The young man, if he wants to escape, has no choice but to accept the help offered. "A new plan has to be set into motion."
"Another plan?" The priest is officially going to kill someone.
"This is not the end." It had felt like the end to the priest. It should be seen as a new beginning, since he is lucky to be alive. That is, if he were able to be happy. "And we will need your help."
"So you can stab me in the back again?" Now, he no longer cares who hears him. His father knows this too and tries to shush his son. "We did what had to be done to save our country's face."
"You mean pinning everything on me?" That is how it went. That is how it's gone down. There is no changing that.
"I did what you told me to do, and it failed!" That is what hurt the most probably. Not losing his dragons, his freedom or magic. This betrayal had hurt the most. His father begins walking around the room in slow, short steps. Clearly he is becoming uneasy. There is nothing to fear from his son but that doesn't make this any less painful. Seth, is not done yet.
"It's your fault my dragons are locked in the darkest rooms of the shadow realm! It's because of you I'm trapped in these chambers! You are the reason I have to let that bastard fuck me every night so I can bear him an heir!" Aknadin sighs defeated. His good eye lowers to the floor, absently studying the patterns on the stone floor. His face scrunches up.
They would have continued like this, but once again, the proverbial pebble in one's shoe, jagged and sharp and able to cut through skin and bone, arises to the scene.
His father keeps silent, and Seth can feel the bad vibes coming from the new participant on the conversation. He looks to his far left, frowning even deeper and glare going from icy cold to deadly. The magician is leaning against the wall, arms crossed and grinning from ear to ear. "Care to let me in on all the fun?"
"There is nothing to be discussed." Seth looks back at his father at that barely controlled outburst. The magician is a bastard all the way through to the bone, but his father is someone not to poke fun at either. His father may look old, but he has a temper that used to put many of their most ferocious dragons to shame. It even seems the magician is sizing him up, even if the leather clad man towers above the two of them. The magician even steps aside as the guardian of the Eye steps past.
But that's where the real problem lies.
The magician shakes his horned head, his long hair floating aimlessly. That stupid grin is back on his face when he turns to the now defenceless priest. "We are going to have a little talk."
…- Final note -…
Chapter six is almost finished too! Who wants a swift update? I do! Ha!
