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Flying Lessons	By : Fyredragon Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Flying Lessons
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pharaoh x High Priest
(Ancient Egypt setting)
Please note I use "Seto"
to denote the High Priest. I stick to canon names and I hear "Seto"
in the Ancient Egypt/Memory arc over Seth so I use Seto. I'd use
"Kaiba" more if it were modern day Seto.
warnings : standard yaoi play
time (err...that means sex) ;P
disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh
or its characters though I do own the deranged plot and events
I put the poor characters through (but they ENJOY it!).
summary: Pharaoh & High Priest
spending a little 'down time' (pun intended) in yet another form
of dueling between them.
status: one shot (complete)
Flying Lessons

His heart pulsed and his breathing,
deep and raspy. His mind? Well, his mind wasn't anywhere in the
known universe. It was soaring upon heights attained without wings.
"What magic is this?"
"Didn't I tell you I could
make you fly?"
Coiled like the loving embrace
of serpents, the two lovers continued their duel of rapture.
"Divine right?" the
taller inquired in a raspy tone.
"Hardly divine at all."
his partner purred.
"But surely a representative
of the gods..."
"Ssssshhh...talk later."
the smaller golden-clad lover replied as his mouth found the other's
in an embrace to halt the words.
"Mmmmm..." was all the
other mouth could say.
The shorter young man prowled
upon his lover with the grace and ferocious intensity of a mighty
cat. His claws raked over the other's smooth, muscular body while
lips and tongue worked the mouth. This was his prey...stalked
and captured...now for all the pleasure of the hunter and he was
going to feast upon his bronze-skinned lover for all it was worth.
The other, allowing himself to
be the prey, accepted a submissive role..for now. For him, this
was awkward at best. Like his lover, he was accustomed to being
dominant, in-charge...alpha male. But in status, the smaller out-ranked
him. This was his show of trust and loyalty to his lover and employer...for
it was given to the mighty pharaoh of all of Egypt...the representative
of the very gods themselves. As high priest, he was this young
man's servant...in whatever way the young king deemed such.
But this young king was quite
flexible in formalities or lack thereof. And, there were often
times where he preferred to be the one on the receiving end of
orders rather than the giving end. Both lovers however sought
each other out in need to relieve the high stress, tension, and
responsibilities of their status and positions in society. Though
the high priest was a few years older than his king, the young
king made up in lack of experience with intelligence and ingenuity.
He was an extremely fast learner and excelled in anything he endeavored.
In this instance, the pharaoh
was in control of the little game of love they were presently
engaged in. What started out earlier in the morning as a private
meeting of 'utmost importance' evolved into a game of rapture
and passion.
"Ph-phar..." the high
priest attempted. His voice intermittent between the duel of tongues
and his own raspy breath.
The king pulled away from his
heated kiss. "Not pharaoh. Use my real name." He whispered
into the priest's ear before nibbling upon it.
"Ahhh-tehhh---"
"My name suits this activity
doesn't it?" the shorter replied as his purr became a chuckle.
Seto didn't quite finish his ruler's name, but it fit into his
breathing pattern so perfectly. As the king slid downward, his
golden crown, chilled by the cool breeze, scratched the priest's
chest and followed the ruler's tongue as he worked his prey.
"Muuuuuu..." Seto finished
in a gutteral purr when the licking and nibbles found a nipple.
But the pharaoh wasn't the only
one proficient in dueling maneuvers.
Seto's tall, lithe form gave him
reach beyond the king's. As the king's attention was diverted
to pleasuring his high priest, he failed to notice one of the
priest's arms snaking beyond him...seeking. Snaking along his
lover's toned yet soft inner thigh and meandering upwards, the
hand found its target and began a massage the could turn the tide
in this duel.
Atemu's response was immediate,
but he wasn't about to relinquish control just yet. He fought
his own rapture as heat and desire turned to need. Every stroke
of his silken shaft inched it ever stiffer. The priest did indeed
know how to work a rod and it wasn't just his Millenium item either.
"You sneaky....mmmmmm..."
was all Atemu managed as pleasure gripped him from the priest's
lower activities. That momentary distraction was enough for Seto
to pull a maneuver that now placed the pharaoh onto the silken
linens and the high priest into the view from above...the dominator.
"Snake, devil, son of a bitch?"
Seto attempted to fill in with a cocky smirk.
"Heheh, it's not over Seto.
I've never lost ahhhh..." the pharaoh attempted to boast
but a certain high priest's mouth found something that ceased
the words. His mouth began to work the succulent stiffening shaft
that defied its master's commands.
Seto ceased his actions as he
gazed upward into his lover's eyes and chuckled lightly. "A
conceited one are you? Trying to say your own name rather than
that of your lover's?" the priest joked, teasing his king
in the choice of words. "And, your body betrays you. A weakness
I can exploit to its fullest! You have whims sire, I will see
to them." he spoke in a soft deep tone before returning to
his desire to pleasure., but not before his strong fingers traced
down the beautifully sculpted chest of his king's. It was a tantalizing
treat indeed to court and seduce a representative of the gods
in all his divine beauty.
"Then it is a weakness we
share hmm?" Atemu murmured before the sensations of utter
pleasure once again begged for his mind's attention. His eyes
closed slowly and allowed his mind to feel what his body was receiving.
But his mind was also working its gaming instincts. He had to
turn the tide once again...somehow...someway, but oh the priest
was a master of pleasuring! It took a summoning of inner strength
as Atemu pondered his possibilities, but he was continuously distracted.
"Oh Ra! Ahhhhmmm..."
Atemu yelped into a purr as the priest's mouth enveloped the divine,
manly rod of his king's. The warmth of Seto's mouth combined with
a suction along its shaft and the butterfly rakes of teeth along
its head sent the pharaoh once again soaring upon the heights
of ecstasy...his mind lost focus once again.
Seto ceased his motion for a brief
moment. He couldn't resist a smart ass comeback. "Ra is it?
Ra can hardly help you now. No god can help you now. You're in
my web and I'm not about to release you to anyone or anything."
Seto raspily replied, ending with a devious smirk once again before
returning to attending the king's needy phallus.
Atemu's hands grasped and knotted
the silken sheets beneath him as if trying to ground himself from
the flights of fancy. Beads of sweat began to trickle upon his
smooth-skinned body and face. If he didn't turn the tide soon,
there would be no tide to turn. He'd lose, plain and simple. In
a supine position, the king was cravenly submissive, a position
he enjoyed and one that his partner loved him in, but now was
not the time for that. Competitive edge, lustful instinct, and
desire to win any challenge thrown at him was this king's trademark.
His undefeated reputation was at stake. Dragging himself and his
lover upward, Atemu managed to slugglishly pull into a sitting
position. It was a maneuver that nearly proved his undoing as
Seto's deft mouth found that it was in an even better position
and engulfed the king's entire member as the lanky fingers of
a hand dazzled the royal jewels and trickled to his perineum,
dancing lusciously for a moment as they sought to seduce a certain
sphincter into submission.
Atemu was suddenly quite aware
that his lofty flight was taking him beyond sight of the ground
below. Soon, caught up in its rising currents and dangerous updrafts,
he'd not be return until the talons of erotic pleasures allowed
him to come crashing down. "Se--Se---to...uhhh...."
he stuttered between gasps.
The high priest quirked an eyebrow
as a single eye opened to view the king curiously. It did not
remain however. In purposeful defiance, it closed once again as
the mouth continued its task. Seto relished in the taste of his
king and the feel of the stiff, responsive, divine cock he held
prisoner in his mouth. But, true ecstasy only comes to those who
wait. Having his king teetering on the edge of release, the high
priest ceased all activity and released his mouth's prisoner.
Upon its release, the cock throbbed
in need and oozed of pre-cum essence. It wanted more. Greater
than that, the sounds of its owner wanted more as well. The king
let out an involuntary frustrated grunt as the waves of rapture
ceased and had him careening towards the ground below.
Seto chuckled. "Good things
come to those who wait." He then chuckled briefly once again
when he realized the words he had spoken had an accidental pun
within.
The pharaoh's raspy breathing
soon began to slow as the plummet from the heights continued.
His eyes opened slowly to regard his smirking partner. "You
son of a bitch." he laughed as he noted the lack of attendance
to his needs as well as the bad pun in Seto's words.
"Am I?" Seto questioned
as the fingers once seeking a destination, but having never reached
it snaked into view. Two fingers snaked along the needy shaft,
tantilzing it, teasing it. Atemu's hips thrust slowly upward in
need of more tension upon his rod. Finding the pre-cum, the fingers
rolled within it, lubricating themselves with the royal essence
of the king and combined with the lingering saliva given up by
the expert mouth of their own owner. The next 'act' would surely
send the king over the edge of ecstasy.
Atemu ached for this, but also
knew it'd be his downfall if he allowed it to occur at all. An
ever opportunisitic gamer, he siezed the moment and utilized it
to its fullest. Slipping out from under the towering body of his
high priest, the pharaoh swooped off the bed and onto his feet.
His pusling member protested and pointed at the bedside, needily
beckoning for attention. Atemu's grin became a seducing smirk
as the king knew he had control of this flight once again.
"Ra has powers not even you
can defy. I will show you the true nature of divinity and grace
of my name. Learn well, priest." Atemu softly spoke as his
hands raked upon its own body, muscles rippling in pleasing acknowledgement
as the hands passed over. Descending, the hands were seeking out
the bulging organ below.
Seto's eyes were locked upon the
show he was being given. His own cock throbbed and solidly stiffened
in response to the seductive sight before it.
Nobody knew his body better than
himself as the young king's hands expertly worked his own shaft
very slowly. Cusping and sliding, one hand saw to the cock's need
while the other hand commenced its massaging and kneading of the
sac below. Atemu spared nothing in response to his own pleasuring.
His raspy purrs became moans and groans while his breathing once
again commenced its race with the fast paced heart.
As Seto basked in the erotic sight,
his mind pulled forth a learned lesson of their culture. His pharaoh
was actually replicating the activity of the god of his namesake
and made of game out of spoken words of their most recent conversations.
Ra (in the form of Atem) masturbated
his children Shu and Tefnut into existence!

The Creator, Atem is he who masturbated in Iunu (On, Heliopolis).
He took his phallus in his grasp that he might create orgasm by
means of it, and so were born the twins Shu and Tefnut.
Shu, Holder of the Sky, God
of the Air, Wind, Sunlight and Protection...

Tefnut, Goddess of Moisture and the Moon, and Dryness and the
Sun...
Elements of sky and air...flight...how
innovative of you to theme our little get-together. Atemu, you
sneaky son of a jackal!
With a growl of understanding
that he had been conned into believing he was in control at times,
Seto gave in to his powerful king's suggestive activity. He grabbed
his own member and stroked in time to his king's, seeking to catch
up to the king's level in attempt to match his lover's state of
arousal.
Ascending through the glare of
the sun upon warm swells of updrafts, the priest caught sight
of his glorious partner soaring high above as the king gazed downward
and beckoned his lover to follow in a challenge for the throes
of ecstacy.
With stronger, aggressive, more
powerful strokes, the high priest matched his graceful king in
heights. Locking eyes, each sought to stare down the other, seeking
a weakness. But Seto wasn't sure in this new 'duel' what the victor
was to attain. Was it first release? Or was it he who was last?
Inwardly he cursed as he realized that his king and lover had
him pinned exactly where he wanted him in the first place...
But both were lost in this wonderous
flight. Neither really cared about the outcome, only the result...reaching
the highest height of ecstacy and release from the binds of earth's
hold upon them.
Atemu stepped forward, back onto
the bed, never missing a stroke. Both on their knees upon the
silken sheets, Atemu leaned forward and sought the mouth of his
priest. As their tongues jostled and dueled in a heated frenzy,
their hands found a similar rhythm. For a split second, Atemu
grabbed the hand upon Seto's phallus and motioned it onto his
own stiff member. He then used his own hand to continue upon the
priest's. This way, neither could alter the rules of the game
by knowlege of one's own body.
Beads of sweat glistened upon
both bronzen bodies and danced upon the golden accessories both
wore upon their limbs. Tugging and stroking, cusping and slithering,
experienced hands worked to relieve the cocks of their beckoning
needs. Hearts raced, breaths labored, and muscles flexed as the
two flew ever higher.
Reaching a point of no return
and unable to breathe properly with each other's mouths locked,
their faces retreated from one another and allowed their eyes
to take over the duel. Both were searching for that flicker of
truth...that inevitable hint of release to a realm beyond realms.
With one final grunt and a deep
yowl, Seto spewed forth his seed as he obtained his passage into
the realm of ecstacy. Hot semen dripped downward upon the pharaoh's
developing abs. The pharaoh didn't notice however as he too, obtained
his climax and returned the favor upon Seto with a deep groan
of contented relief and spilt his royal seed, splatting upon the
priest's mid-section as well.
Bodies relaxed, cocks satiated,
the two glided upon their descent back to the earth and reality.
Seto was first to notice the creamy substance upon his mid-section.
With his ever seductive smirk of satisfaction, he ran his fingers
into it and sucked the cum-soaked fingers as if honey was stuck
upon them. Atemu smirked in pleasured response then dually noted
the same substance upon his own body. With an arching eyebrow
of amusement, he duplicated his high priest's tactic, earning
an inquisitive 'hmph' from his priest in response to being a copycat.
But one thing rained upon Seto's mind...he was first to come and
last to be tasted...so who won!? His sapphire eyes locked onto
the pharaoh's wine colored orbs in a curious stare.
Atemu, still suckling a finger
as if he'd just finished that last juices of a roast goose slowly
grinned. His eyes danced in amusement. Oh how he enjoyed these
little games with his high priest! Granted he was just asking
for trouble, but what fun would it be without risk!? Dropping
a gaze at both their flaccid cocks, Atemu merely shrugged his
shoulders, repositioned himself so that he was now sprawled upon
his side on the bed, and reached for a sprig of grapes that were
resting upon the bedside table. He popped a few into his mouth
realizing that the priest's gaze was still upon him and said priest
was growing impatient. "What?" Atemu asked innocently.
"You are such a son of a----"
"god?" Atemu interrupted
and filled in as he playfully tossed a grape at his lover.
Seto caught the grape mid-flight
and popped it into his mouth. "What is it with you and eating
grapes after every orgasm? Why not sip a fine wine after?"
Atemu replied as innocently as
possible. "They taste good with semen."
Seto let out an exasperated sigh.
"Why do I even bother!?"
Atemu returned to an upright position
and leaned over to his priest.
"Because you just can't get
enough of your mighty pharaoh." Atemu whispered in the priest's
ear before nibbling upon the same ear.
Immediately Seto's manly rod began
to stiffen once again as his breathing intensified. Atemu took
notice and backed off.
"Wha----" Seto started,
slightly miffed at the fact that he was being denied.
Atemu briefly gazed out the window.
"If we do not return to the throne room this instant, this
opportunity may not present itself in a while."
"But you're king, you make
the schedule." Seto almost whined before realizing that it
was just not his style.
"I do not make the schedule.
You know that. There are two ambassadors in the throne room waiting.
They have journeyed far and are probably not apt to be all that
patient. It would be in our best interest to show them the utmost
respect by being on time. But..." Atemu trailed as he caught
sight of the Millenium Rod. "if you must stroke a rod...at
least you have that option." Atemu lightly laughed as he
stood and departed towards his bathing chamber.
Seto watched the sweat-glistened,
toned body of his king depart, taking special note in the fine,
firm ass that he watched it disappear into the next room. "Damn...you
have no idea what you do to me!" he muttered under his breath
as his cock stiffened ever more. Well, at least the pharaoh wasn't
going to be late to the throne room anyway.
finis.
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