Disclaimer: Everyone please note that I don't own any characters used or Yu-Gi-Oh! ideas…but I do own this one ^_^
Author's Note: First off, I don't know how this idea came about, but I thought it was time that I wrote something concerning Yami and Seto's relationship during ancient Egypt. I really wanted to pull off something original, so I hope this is it. Anyway, this short little fic-y is three parts in all with lemoniness at the end, although the first one is a little shorter than the other two. I would greatly appreciate any feed back on this, and hopefully, it didn't turn out too stupid, considering that the entire story took me two days to write, a completely new record for me, I assure you. Okay, enough with the talking…please, R&R!
Reader's Note: Seth is Seto's Egyptian name that I used, and I only refer to Yami as Yu-Gi-Oh a few times. If anyone has any questions about the Egyptian terms used in this story feel free to leave it with a review and I will happily reply. This switches from Yami's to Seto's point of view, and it begins with Yami. R&R!
I envisioned my ka that night, on the eve of the festival of Amun, our creator and deliverer of the Nile flood, and I knew such a thing was impossible. A person's ka, their double, was unseen and bodiless, but perhaps it was because of being pharaoh that granted me this newfound power; I could not tell. The connection was brief between my ka and myself, but I felt the bond overflowing like the waters of our river, and despite what I had been brought up to believe, I knew it was real. My ka had a face, more rounded and still soft with the freshness of youth, a great contrast to mine, which was hardened from years of war and mental struggle despite my seemingly meager years of seventeen, and the ka's height was a joke to my taller stature, but it was mine, this ka; there was no mistake.
Watching in silent reverie, my ka smiled broadly, the features so wide and trusting that it became difficult to distinguish the ka as being truly part of me. When had I ever shown that particular emotion? It had been so long, I believed I had forgotten, but here was my ka, the invisible part of my spirit, grinning and brilliant violet eyes shining. Suddenly, almost against my will, the ka stood and turned around, the seriousness of the ka's visage piercing my heart as the lips trembled and tears formed. My ka, my entire soul, was troubled, and I had to help, but…how was a simple person like me -hardly worth being pharaoh- supposed to do that, especially when I had no reason to verify the distress?
I was jerked from the vision with a abrupt burst of intense heat, and I fell off my bed onto the stone floor, my ears ringing as my teeth chattered in my skull. The taste of blood was evident, and I figured I had bitten my tongue.
What in the name of Ra had just happened?!
I glanced around in the dimness of the chamber only to find my pyramidal necklace out of place, lying haphazardly on its side near an incense burner instead of in my possession, where I could have sworn I had placed it before going to sleep. Carefully, I pulled myself up and walked -barefoot- to it, questions coursing through my mind, but there were too many that needed answering at that moment to know where to start. When I picked it up, ready to slip it over my head so that it would hang safely against my chest, I found the chain broken, as if it had been ripped apart savagely. My eyes looked skyward at the carvings of the gods on the wall above, the images of Horus, Osiris, Anubis, and even the Shadow Games standing out to me.
'Is this a sign?' I asked myself quietly, inside my own head, unwillingly to believe that the gods were trying to send me, the pharaoh of a power-hungry civilization, any type of prophecy. 'My ka…is it in danger? Or does it mean something else?'
Sighing, I closed my eyes and pushed the thoughts away as I clutched the golden puzzle to my chest, feeling its dark energy flowing through my body in a comforting warning. Even the spiritual force I held could feel the unrest in my soul, and it just wasn't because of that particular vision. I'd been having other dreams, ones filled with strange devices I had never before seen nor knew the names to, but there was something else that frightened me above all else, and I could not control it. No matter what I did, no matter what I said or made myself believe, he stalked my thoughts in the day and haunted me during the long nights turned briskly chilled despite the heated atmosphere of the empire.
It was Seth, my High Priest, that troubled me so.
Even in the darkness of my chambers, surrounded by breakable stone statues of the gods and flowing tapestries and sweet-smelling scents of burning incense, I thought of him, picturing him perfectly; the way his flowing white kilt would meld to his lean hips and darkly tanned legs, the way his brownish-black hair slipped from beneath the silken draped hat to spill across his forehead, the way his shadowed blue eyes held frostiness but also passion, fire, and determination. I groaned at the mere image, my heart beat accelerating a considerable amount. Here I was, the pharaoh of a great and mighty kingdom, with slaves and servants to my disposal at anytime, and I was pining for someone that, who although seemed faithful, hated me entirely. That evidence was clear in the way he glared at me when he thought I was not looking and even in the nasty rumors that had spread throughout the kingdom that the day was finally rising when I, Pharaoh Yu-Gi-Oh, would fall and Seth would rule.
I never wanted that to come to be; not if I could help it.
Gathering myself, the pain of my currently developed arousal straining against the restricting cloth of my looser flowing kilt alerting me to the inevitable, I slipped back onto the large bed I slept in, sprawling out in the center of it, the Sennen Puzzle falling from my grasp as my right hand slid seductively over my stomach, fondling as it went. My mind imagined that it was Seth touching me, softly stroking the lower part of my ribs as his weight shifted, and a hot skilled mouth delved into my naval, sending fireworks shooting across my already darkened vision. Moaning breathlessly, I tore at the confining sash of the kilt, ripping it away so that I could touch myself, all the while believing that it was my cerulean-eyed High Priest that was doing this to me. His mouth would trail lower, over the planes of my stomach, lightly nipping and teasing as he went, and I could hear myself crying out at the pleasure coursing through my rigid body as a scorching heat enveloped my throbbing length. A saliva-slick tongue danced imaginarily over the underside of my member, caressing in its own way, and it would slide over the tip, sucking at the forming liquid there even as I reached down to twine trembling fingers into soft, thick hair; my climax was near.
"Seth-" A wet gush of fluid covered my lower abdomen and hand along with part of the bed sheet as I came violently, gasping and crying out his name as the tension drained from my body. I lay there, staring up at the shadow-cast ceiling as my breath returned, and I lifted my fingers up to touch the sides of my face as moisture rolled down my cheeks.
I was crying.
How many times have I laid here, alone in my own bed, with only my hand and my fantasies to comfort me, the mighty king of the Egyptian people? And, how many times, afterward, have I shed tears for something I could not…no, never…have?
Too many to count.
It wasn't a surprise that my ka had shown itself to me this night, a time of great celebrating and feasting for our continued success as a society, in great upset. My heart was troubled because I loved him.
I loved a High Priest that hated me.
TBC…
A/N: Was that bad? Too soon to end it? I apologize about that, but I hope this short beginning explains what's going on. The second and third parts will be up…sometime. Leave me a review…I need the support.
Author's Note: First off, I don't know how this idea came about, but I thought it was time that I wrote something concerning Yami and Seto's relationship during ancient Egypt. I really wanted to pull off something original, so I hope this is it. Anyway, this short little fic-y is three parts in all with lemoniness at the end, although the first one is a little shorter than the other two. I would greatly appreciate any feed back on this, and hopefully, it didn't turn out too stupid, considering that the entire story took me two days to write, a completely new record for me, I assure you. Okay, enough with the talking…please, R&R!
Reader's Note: Seth is Seto's Egyptian name that I used, and I only refer to Yami as Yu-Gi-Oh a few times. If anyone has any questions about the Egyptian terms used in this story feel free to leave it with a review and I will happily reply. This switches from Yami's to Seto's point of view, and it begins with Yami. R&R!
I envisioned my ka that night, on the eve of the festival of Amun, our creator and deliverer of the Nile flood, and I knew such a thing was impossible. A person's ka, their double, was unseen and bodiless, but perhaps it was because of being pharaoh that granted me this newfound power; I could not tell. The connection was brief between my ka and myself, but I felt the bond overflowing like the waters of our river, and despite what I had been brought up to believe, I knew it was real. My ka had a face, more rounded and still soft with the freshness of youth, a great contrast to mine, which was hardened from years of war and mental struggle despite my seemingly meager years of seventeen, and the ka's height was a joke to my taller stature, but it was mine, this ka; there was no mistake.
Watching in silent reverie, my ka smiled broadly, the features so wide and trusting that it became difficult to distinguish the ka as being truly part of me. When had I ever shown that particular emotion? It had been so long, I believed I had forgotten, but here was my ka, the invisible part of my spirit, grinning and brilliant violet eyes shining. Suddenly, almost against my will, the ka stood and turned around, the seriousness of the ka's visage piercing my heart as the lips trembled and tears formed. My ka, my entire soul, was troubled, and I had to help, but…how was a simple person like me -hardly worth being pharaoh- supposed to do that, especially when I had no reason to verify the distress?
I was jerked from the vision with a abrupt burst of intense heat, and I fell off my bed onto the stone floor, my ears ringing as my teeth chattered in my skull. The taste of blood was evident, and I figured I had bitten my tongue.
What in the name of Ra had just happened?!
I glanced around in the dimness of the chamber only to find my pyramidal necklace out of place, lying haphazardly on its side near an incense burner instead of in my possession, where I could have sworn I had placed it before going to sleep. Carefully, I pulled myself up and walked -barefoot- to it, questions coursing through my mind, but there were too many that needed answering at that moment to know where to start. When I picked it up, ready to slip it over my head so that it would hang safely against my chest, I found the chain broken, as if it had been ripped apart savagely. My eyes looked skyward at the carvings of the gods on the wall above, the images of Horus, Osiris, Anubis, and even the Shadow Games standing out to me.
'Is this a sign?' I asked myself quietly, inside my own head, unwillingly to believe that the gods were trying to send me, the pharaoh of a power-hungry civilization, any type of prophecy. 'My ka…is it in danger? Or does it mean something else?'
Sighing, I closed my eyes and pushed the thoughts away as I clutched the golden puzzle to my chest, feeling its dark energy flowing through my body in a comforting warning. Even the spiritual force I held could feel the unrest in my soul, and it just wasn't because of that particular vision. I'd been having other dreams, ones filled with strange devices I had never before seen nor knew the names to, but there was something else that frightened me above all else, and I could not control it. No matter what I did, no matter what I said or made myself believe, he stalked my thoughts in the day and haunted me during the long nights turned briskly chilled despite the heated atmosphere of the empire.
It was Seth, my High Priest, that troubled me so.
Even in the darkness of my chambers, surrounded by breakable stone statues of the gods and flowing tapestries and sweet-smelling scents of burning incense, I thought of him, picturing him perfectly; the way his flowing white kilt would meld to his lean hips and darkly tanned legs, the way his brownish-black hair slipped from beneath the silken draped hat to spill across his forehead, the way his shadowed blue eyes held frostiness but also passion, fire, and determination. I groaned at the mere image, my heart beat accelerating a considerable amount. Here I was, the pharaoh of a great and mighty kingdom, with slaves and servants to my disposal at anytime, and I was pining for someone that, who although seemed faithful, hated me entirely. That evidence was clear in the way he glared at me when he thought I was not looking and even in the nasty rumors that had spread throughout the kingdom that the day was finally rising when I, Pharaoh Yu-Gi-Oh, would fall and Seth would rule.
I never wanted that to come to be; not if I could help it.
Gathering myself, the pain of my currently developed arousal straining against the restricting cloth of my looser flowing kilt alerting me to the inevitable, I slipped back onto the large bed I slept in, sprawling out in the center of it, the Sennen Puzzle falling from my grasp as my right hand slid seductively over my stomach, fondling as it went. My mind imagined that it was Seth touching me, softly stroking the lower part of my ribs as his weight shifted, and a hot skilled mouth delved into my naval, sending fireworks shooting across my already darkened vision. Moaning breathlessly, I tore at the confining sash of the kilt, ripping it away so that I could touch myself, all the while believing that it was my cerulean-eyed High Priest that was doing this to me. His mouth would trail lower, over the planes of my stomach, lightly nipping and teasing as he went, and I could hear myself crying out at the pleasure coursing through my rigid body as a scorching heat enveloped my throbbing length. A saliva-slick tongue danced imaginarily over the underside of my member, caressing in its own way, and it would slide over the tip, sucking at the forming liquid there even as I reached down to twine trembling fingers into soft, thick hair; my climax was near.
"Seth-" A wet gush of fluid covered my lower abdomen and hand along with part of the bed sheet as I came violently, gasping and crying out his name as the tension drained from my body. I lay there, staring up at the shadow-cast ceiling as my breath returned, and I lifted my fingers up to touch the sides of my face as moisture rolled down my cheeks.
I was crying.
How many times have I laid here, alone in my own bed, with only my hand and my fantasies to comfort me, the mighty king of the Egyptian people? And, how many times, afterward, have I shed tears for something I could not…no, never…have?
Too many to count.
It wasn't a surprise that my ka had shown itself to me this night, a time of great celebrating and feasting for our continued success as a society, in great upset. My heart was troubled because I loved him.
I loved a High Priest that hated me.
TBC…
A/N: Was that bad? Too soon to end it? I apologize about that, but I hope this short beginning explains what's going on. The second and third parts will be up…sometime. Leave me a review…I need the support.