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TITLE: In Pursuit of Power
CHAPTER:� 1 - Oneshot
AUTHOR: setosgirl
DATE: 5-5-06
FANDOM: YGO
DISCLAIMER: I don�t own YGO. I do own my own personal vision
of Seth, which is rather� different. But well developed. This is part of that
development. ^-^
PAIRINGS:�
Priest/Seth
TYPE:
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS:� Shota,
Lemon (NOT NC!)
OCs: Everyone but Seth, including two priests and a group of
boys.
BETA: none
WORDS: 6 441
SUMMARY: The twelve year old Seth is training to be a
priest, but his real goal is the respect and attention of everyone� and he�ll
need more than his studies to achieve that.

NOTES:� This is the
chronologically first of a series of stories I�m writing that explain Seth�s
past and personality. They don�t need to be read in any particular order, and
are all capable of standing alone.
~~~~~~~~~~

In Pursuit of Power

The
blue-eyed boy watched closely from the shadows as the men drank. A serving girl
walked by, her hips swaying, and let a dark and meaningful gaze linger on one
of the least drunk of them; the man called her over and pulled her into his lap
as she giggled demurely, ignoring her job.

Another
girl walked past, making no effort to seduce the men, simply serving them their
drinks and moving on. She was at least as attractive as the other girl, but the
men paid her no attention. It seemed that she, who was more productive, more
focused on her job, more grounded, should have been more admirable and attractive
to the men, but apparently not�

He
had seen this before, his entire life. Even among the peasant, the men liked
the women who acted this way � they paid attention to them, gave them favors�
they ignored the hard-working women that they should have liked. It was the
pretty, seductive women who moved ahead in this world�

One
of the men, a dark-haired teacher of his and a higher priest, though of course
not the High Priest, pulled another girl toward him. This girl was different in
that she was young and boyish, lacking the curvaceous beauty of the others. She
moved with the same seductive grace, though, and that apparently made her looks
unimportant�

Quietly,
he slipped away to continue his studies in private.

�It�s
Seth again, isn�t it?�

The
priest nodded to his compatriot, inspecting the hieroglyphics written in sand
on the otherwise immaculate floor of the temple, each several feet tall. They
were more than good enough to have come from the most distinguished of scribes,
but they could easily recognize the handiwork of the trouble student.

�He�ll
have to clean the temple again.�

It
was the other priest�s turn to nod. �Why is that boy so desperate for
attention?� he mused, turning away. The other just shrugged and followed, glancing
over his shoulder as the words as they walked away. It was an eloquent prayer �
it must have taken hours to compose and arrange. Why couldn�t he put that
energy into something more worthwhile?

Seth
didn�t have a problem with sweeping the temple; it gave him time to think, when
he wouldn�t be bothered. The priests thought he just had a knack for getting in
trouble, he was sure; with the three or four hours it had taken to write the
prayer and the two or three it was going to take to clean it again, he actually
had almost an entire day to himself, freeing his mind for his thoughts�

He
was tired of being ignored. He was a good student, but he barely got so much as
acknowledgement for that, let alone praise. If anything, he only got more work,
and not only was he not praised when he did well, they were so used to him
doing well that he was punished inordinately for work that would have been
acceptable for anyone else.

His
studies was not the way to get the respect he deserved. He wasn�t going to stop
being perfect in his studies, of course, but he would have to find another way
to get the recognition he desired.

�Hey,
Seth!�

�Blue-eyed
freak!�

He
barely spared a glance for the group of his immature classmates who had
evidently heard he was being made to clean the temple. It was another
opportunity for them to ridicule him; if there was an adult around, they would
have been shooed away, as he wasn�t allowed company as part of his
�punishment�. Apparently, there wasn�t an adult around.

A
small rock flew from the doorway and bounced off his shoulder; he glared at the
boys. The other twelve-year-olds just laughed at him.

�Watch
out, the foreign devil�s gonna curse you!� one said, nudging the boy who had
apparently thrown the rock. They laughed again.

He
glanced around, making sure there wasn�t one of the older priests around, then
threw down the broom and rushed them before they could escape. He was taller
than any of them, with longer legs, and they didn�t quite seem to realize what
he was doing before it was too late; he tackled the one who�d thrown the rock
and pinned him to the sandy ground, punching him in the face and abdomen as he
straddled his skinny body.

The
other boys were yelling, one or two of them trying to pull him off, but he just
turned on them and knocked them both to the ground, singling out the one who�d
called him the foreign devil and setting upon him.

Three
of the others pulled him off and began to punch him; he struggled against them
and was just gaining the upper hand again when he felt and authoritative tug
with a large hand imbedded in his hair. Unthinkingly, he struck out.

The
other boys scrambled away and held their aching and bloodied body parts. The
adult yanked his hair again and picked him up to that he could barely touch the
ground with his toes, grabbing the thick wrist with both hands as he was to try
and lessen the pressure on his hair. He glared upward, heedless of whom it was.

It
was one of his stricter teachers, who was meeting his glare evenly. He didn�t
back down.

�What
happened here?� His gaze only left Seth to look over the others.

�We
just came to see if we could help him!� one of the least-wounded boys cried,
helping the first one he�d attacked, who was bent double and holding his
stomach. �We were trying to be nice! And he just went off on us!�

The
priest looked toward the other boys; there were nods of agreement and
confirmations in varying degrees of intensity. It was obvious he wouldn�t be
winning this argument even if he told the truth. When the priest looked at him,
apparently for his side of the story, he just looked defiantly back at him and
waited for his punishment.

When
he said nothing, the priest waved the other boys off and shoved him back into
the temple. He stumbled and fell, scraping on knee on the sandy stone, but made
no move to get back up lest he be thrown down again.

�I
don�t know what gets into you, Seth,� his teacher said, holding out the broom;
he slowly, warily, stood and took it again. �I don�t know why you make trouble
for yourself. The other boys will never accept you if you keep acting like
this.�

He
seemed to be waiting for an answer; he didn�t have one to give, except maybe to
tell the truth and say that it wasn�t his fault. That would sound like he was
trying to worm his way out of it, though, and he wouldn�t do that.

When
he got no answer, the priest sighed a little and ran his hand through his long
dark hair. �Clean this up,� he said, �and then go to your room; you�re confined
thereto until this time next week, and are to leave only for lessons. Do you
understand?�

�Yes,�
Seth said; he left without further acknowledgement.

He
seemed not to understand, Seth mused as he went back to his sweeping, that it
would be far worse of a punishment to make him spend time with the other boys.
Although not being able to visit the library would be a bit annoying.

Strength
was not the road to respect and acknowledgment� at least not now. He would
remain strong, but it could only gain him the fear and respect of those weaker
than himself, like the other boys; it only made hm a threat to those stronger �
or worse yet, a joke. He refused to be a joke.

Anyway,
it wasn�t his peers or inferiors that he needed to respect and pay attention to
him if he wanted respect � it was those stronger than himself.

�I
understand, Seth, that you have not had an easy life. I understand that you
have no family, that you never had a father, that you want people to pay
attention to you � but this is not the way to do it!� One hand,
trembling in rage, was flung toward the temple wall, the dark lines of
hastily-drawn hieroglyphics rising out of the darkness in the light of the
torch. He had been unceremoniously yanked out of bed for this�

�I
didn�t do it!� Why wouldn�t they believe him? He would never actually defile the
temple like this!

�It�s
no use, Seth; just clean it up. I�ll have to discuss your punishment with the
other priests � but you won�t enjoy it!�

Seth
balled his hands into fists at his sides, taking a step forward. �I didn�t �!�

The
priest cut him off. �Clean it up, Seth!�

He
brushed past the boy as he walked off; Seth angrily grabbed the stiff brush and
bucket of water and began trying to scrub the dye off of the wall. Imbeciles!
Couldn�t they see that he hadn�t done this? It wasn�t his handwriting � and
furthermore, whoever had done it had only copied one of his old prayers, when
he did new ones every time. And they�d even screwed up some of the words. It
was just someone trying to get him into trouble�

He
ground his teeth as he scrubbed, making only slow progress. Damn it, why wouldn�t
they believe him? He never denied it when he did something � and half the time
when he didn�t. It wasn�t so much that he had a problem with lying � he really
didn�t � as he saw no point in not taking responsibility for his actions. He
was telling the truth now, though � and they weren�t going to believe him!

Even
if he could prove it was the other boys, they wouldn�t listen�

He
angrily scrubbed at the misshapen hieroglyphics, ignoring the burning in
muscles already strained from fighting and bruises that refused to fade from
his pale skin. This wasn�t his fault, damn it! He didn�t do it!

It
didn�t matter� he was a convenient person to blame everything on. Fine. So be
it. He would take the blame and he wouldn�t complain, because complaining would
mean more punishment and would just make them all angrier. If they wanted to
blame him, fine. Let them. They�d see � he�d just make it a part of him and
beat them that way.

Those
bastards�

There
was a guard stationed outside of his door now. This was his punishment � to
never be alone. Even during his lessons, he was escorted by a guard, and
trapped in his windowless room by one�

He
didn�t mind too much. At least he didn�t have to associate with his �peers�,
anyway; it could be worse. It still rankled that he was being punished for
something so horrible, that he hadn�t even done�

But
he didn�t want to be here against his will. Given a choice, he would always
retreat either to his room or the library, but when forced�

He couldn�t
overpower the guard. He could probably outsmart him, but that would only get
him in more trouble later� there were other ways of getting what he wanted,
though. He usually hesitated to use them, but any weapon at his disposal was
one more path to power and acceptance�

He
ruffled his hair badly and disarranged his already-ratty linen skirt, making
sure that every bruise on his body was displayed to the greatest possible
advantage. He looked pathetic and harmless enough, especially when he made the effort
to open his eyes wide and keep them that way.

Now
the hard part, though. He tried thinking of his mother� he felt a vague
sadness, but it wasn�t what he needed.

After
a few minutes, he finally forced himself to think of living a life of utter
anonymity, living and dying as a pitiful little peasant and leaving no one
behind to remember that he had ever existed� a dark terror and sorrow welled up
in him, and he latched onto it. After a moment, concentrating on the feeling,
he began to cry.

That
was good. He drew his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them,
exaggerating his sobs, but not too badly. Not so that it would be obvious. He
hoped the guard wasn�t a complete moron, or a completely heartless bastard.

It
took a few minutes. He was about to give up and just go outsmart the asshole,
in fact, when the guard finally came into the room.

�Hey�
kid. Are you okay?�

He
looked up as though startled, wiping his eyes quickly to disguise the fact that
there were only a few small tears. He looked at the guard with eyes as wide as
he could make them and nodded, turning his face away as though ashamed and
wiping his eyes again to irritate them and make it look like he�d cried a lot
more.

�I�m
okay�� he said quietly, hiding his face again. �I�m sorry to bug you�� He made
his voice as small and childish as he could make it, trying to accent his age,
though he usually tried to act older than he was, and seem helpless and small.

�It�s
okay,� the guard said gruffly. It was working � he felt sorry for him already.
�What�s wrong?�

He
glanced up again, eyes still wide, making his lip tremble slightly. Good� then
he bit his lip to make it stop � it was hard to make it do that, really. �I�m
really sorry�� he said again. �I�m sorry about what I did� I didn�t mean to
make everyone so mad!�

The
guard looked uncomfortable, and shifted from one foot to the other. �I�m sure
once everyone cools down��

He
whimpered and hid his face again. �But that could be ages�� He sniffled and
faked another sob. �It�s already been a week. I won�t get to see the stars for
ages� That�s all I want. I don�t even have a window in here�� He sobbed again
and tried to judge the guard�s reaction, peeking under his arm.

�Well��
The guard glanced around, as though afraid of being overheard. �I suppose� if
you want, I could maybe take you out for a little bit. Just a few minutes�� he
said quickly when Seth looked up with bright shining eyes, making sure to blink
often to keep his eyes wet. �Just a couple minutes, not for very long. You�re still
being punished, you know��

�Oh,
thank you!� He slid off the bed and bounced a little on the balls of his bare
feet. �Thank you so much! I know I�m still being punished, what I did was wrong
and I�m so sorry, I swear I�ll never do anything like it again�!� The guard
nodded, pleased with himself; imbecile. �But thank you so much! You�re
so much nicer than everyone else�� He sniffled again, but made sure to keep the
bright, shining eyes of gratitude.

The guard
smiled. �All right; come on.� He headed back out of the room. �But don�t you
tell anyone I did this, okay?� he said sternly, looking down at him. He nodded
fervently, smiling a little too like they shared a big secret.

The
guard led him outside, glancing around to make sure they weren�t being
observed. He stepped outside and breathed deeply, looking up at the
oh-so-boring sky and trying to seem like the happiest little boy ever.

�Stay
by my side,� the guard warned; he nodded absently, still seeming absorbed in
the stars, and walked slowly, slow enough that the guard could stay right
beside him. The tricky part of his plan was coming up.

He
looked suddenly toward the river and made a noise of excitement, running off
suddenly with a certain amount of innocent glee. The guard called for him to
wait up; he waited until he was in a shadow and darted into the shadow of
another doorway, effectively disappearing from sight. He didn�t stop to look
back and see if he had been successful; his skin was so pale, he would be
instantly visible in any small amount of light.

He
darted down the hallway, taking various turns almost automatically, trusting
himself to go where he needed to.

He
wasn�t disappointed; it only took a few minutes for him to find himself outside
the door of his teacher�s rooms. He stopped dead, surprised to hear voices
inside, and flattened himself in the corner, just waiting and listening.

�There�s
something wrong with that boy�� he heard his teacher state wearily. He didn�t
need three guesses to figure out whom they were talking about.

His
companion made a wordless noise of agreement, but he didn�t seem to be waiting
for a reply anyway. �You�ve seen him� he can act completely normal. He used to
play with the other boys, when he first got here, and laugh and smile� But like
I said, act. Even back then, sometimes he would stop and when no one was
looking there would be this dark, intense look on his face��

So
he needed to act normal, did he�? Act like the pathetic weaklings around him?
It might get them to like him more, but it couldn�t possible get anyone to
respect him� Maybe he should try it. It would make everyone less wary of him�

�He�s
a strange boy,� the other priest agreed.

�He�s
too old for his age, is what it is� He may only be twelve years old, but his
soul and mind are much older than that��

Seth
started. It was strange to hear� he�d always known that about himself, but
strange to hear someone acknowledge it� He wasn�t like the other boys, that
much was clear. About time somebody else noticed it.

�If
he�d leave the childish pranks and petty vandalism behind, he could probably
amount to something great.�

There
was a problem with that assessment. If he was left completely alone to study
and become powerful, he was sure he could be great � but the other boys, other
people in general, would get in his way. He would never have the kind of
environment he needed to devote all of his resources to achieving something
great�

�It�s
his damned desire for attention � any kind of attention,� the first priest
sighed. �But sometimes, I get the feeling� that his pranks aren�t just childish
cries for attention. It�s more like an experiment, and he�s watching us,
testing our reactions� It�s sometimes more like he�s studying us and looking
for a weakness, trying to understand us and predict us� I get the feeling
there�s more to him than any of us know, and it�s rather frightening��

�Maybe
he is a devil.�

Seth
tensed, then held back a growl. That bastard! They were all bastards! He
was an adult, he shouldn�t be thinking like some prepubescent jackass!
He was just �

�He�s
just a boy,� the other said wearily. �His mother or father may have been a
foreigner, but he�s still at least part Egyptian, and he�s still human. You�re
acting like the boys who taunt him about his eyes. You know they instigate the
fights� It�s just easier to punish one boy and keep Seth away from them than to
actually try and punish those who deserve it. And their families would
complain��

And
he didn�t have a family. He fought down a surge of angry bitterness; it wasn�t
anyone�s fault he was an orphan and a peasant and at least half foreign� he�d
just have to deal with it. It wasn�t fair, but it was how it was� almost nothing
was fair where he was concerned.

�He
still doesn�t know that the boy died, does he?�

�No,
I don�t think anyone�s told him.�

So
one of the boys who had taunted him had died�? And it was his fault, of course.
He�d probably hit him too hard and damaged his organs or something, and no one
had been able to do anything� He was a little bit surprised to find that it
didn�t really matter to him. He had always assumed that the first time he
killed someone, it would mean something to him� he would feel different, or his
outlook on life would suddenly change� and yet, nothing.

�Is
he going to be punished?�

�Of
course. He ruptured the boy�s stomach, even if it was unintentional. But he
isn�t a criminal, and he won�t be thrown out of his training for the priesthood,
if that�s what you were going to ask.�

�I
wasn�t going to� I disagree with your methods regarding the boy, but I won�t
argue.�

By
now, Seth was only waiting impatiently for hm to leave. This talk of impending
punishment barely interested him, and he would find it out soon enough on his
own, when it was meted out. He slid a little way away from the room, no longer
listening, and ran his long fingers through his hair, straightening it. He
combed it flat and smooth, then straightened his shenti and pulled it down a
little on his hips, rolling the top over a couple times to make it shorter. He
pinched his cheeks to give them a little color, trying not to be so wholly
pale, and waited.

It
was almost ten more minutes before the other priest left. Finally� But he
waited another ten minutes on his own before he moved. The guard was probably
going crazy by now, he reflected idly. He hadn�t really meant to be gone this
long. Oh well.

When
enough time had crawled by, he finally moved from his spot in the corner and
silently slipped into the room. His teacher wasn�t even aware that he was
there, as he leaned over the table peering at an old scroll; he smirked a
little, before he remembered himself and turned it into a slight smile, demure
yet self-assured.

He stepped
quietly closer, making sure to make a little noise so that the other would hear
him. If he were an assassin, the priest would be dead by now.

His
teacher looked up suddenly. He seemed confused for a moment. �Seth?� he asked.
�What are you doing here?�

He
took a deep steadying breath without being obvious about it; he�d never tried
anything like this before.

�I
just wanted to see you�� he said quietly, smiling slightly and capturing his
eyes with his own, only to let them drop demurely.

�You�re
supposed to be in your room, Seth. Confined there.�

�I
know.� He walked quietly closer, taking care to make his movements soft and
graceful. �But I couldn�t stay there all alone� I get lonely.� Lies, all lies�
but useful lies. He glanced up under his eyelashes.

The
man cleared his throat a little and shifted minutely away from him. �That�s
part of your punishment for defiling the temple. I�m sorry you�re lonely, but
that�s how it�s supposed to be.�

Seth
sighed a little and stepped closer, leaning against his firm body as he sat at
the table, ignoring how distasteful he found human contact. �I keep telling you
that I didn�t do that�� he said quietly, without looking up.

�I�m
afraid I can�t believe you�� he said, shifting slightly. But not trying to get
away, Seth noted in a bit of relief. This was risky enough as it was� �Your
history speaks against you��

�But
I really didn�t do it this time,� he murmured, gently sliding the scroll out of
his way and sitting on the table, his knees spread and his shenti falling to
barely brush the table between his thighs. He leaned back and watched the
teacher watch him with a slight smile on his lips.

The
man took several minutes to tear his eyes away from his body and look back at
his face. �What are you doing here, Seth?� he asked, watching him suspiciously.

He
shifted gently and leaned forward. �I didn�t want to be alone anymore� I wanted
to be with you.�

�Seth,
what are you��

�You�re
the only one who understands me.� He slid off the table and onto the priest�s
lap, straddling his thighs and placing his hands lightly on his chest. �You�re
the only one who doesn�t think I�m a monster or a devil� you�re the only one I
feel like I can be safe and let down my guard around�� More useful lies. Even
now his guard wasn�t down. If anything, he was even more careful now.

He
leaned closer and looked up to meet his teacher�s eyes, trying to seem sincere.
The man took his arms in his large hands and pushed him backward, looking away.

�Seth,�
he said, his voice a little thicker than normal. If Seth shifted on his lap, he
could feel the stirrings of his arousal� it seemed he�d inferred correctly from
the type of girls he chose to pay his attention to. �You don�t know what you�re
doing. You�re only twelve � �

Actually,
point in fact, he was fairly certain he was only eleven. He�d never been told
his age for sure, but given what his mother had told him about when he was
born, he was almost certain he wouldn�t turn twelve for another six months, at
least. It played into his hand to have himself be believed older, though.

� �
and you can�t really mean this��

�I
do,� he protested quietly, leaning forward again and resting his head on the
other�s shoulder. �I do mean it. You said it yourself, I�m too old for my age��

�Seth��
the man groaned. He only shifted in his lap again, and his hands tightened
almost painfully on his arms, but he didn�t try to push him back again. Seth
was pleased to note that he was too distracted to ask how he�d heard that particular
phrase.

�I�m
mature,� he went on. �And I�m tall for my age�� He squeezed his legs lightly
together experimentally, and was rewarded with another groan. �You can pretend
I�m a girl, if you want��

�It�s
not that�� he assured him breathily, and pulled him back again. One hand came
up and cupped his face lightly, a thick thumb gliding along his cheekbone. He
slowly wet his lips with his tongue, just to watch an expression that was
strangely close to pain cross the man�s face.

�I
shouldn�t� I can�t do this��

�I
won�t tell anyone,� he promised quietly, leaning forward again. The priest
didn�t stop him; he lightly laid his lips atop his in a chaste kiss, feeling
the strange sensation of the slight prickly stubble that proved that he hadn�t
shaved at least since this morning against his own face. The priest groaned
again, his hands loosening slightly and sliding gently down his bare arms.

As
far as Seth was concerned, mission accomplished. He understood that he had
effectively seduced his teacher, and even if they stopped now he would have
influence over him� But there was so much further he could take this.

A
thick tongue was prodding gently at his lips; hesitantly, he opened them. This
was all new to him now� It was a strange feeling, to have someone else inside
his body, in any way, even if it was only his mouth. Tentatively, he touched
the tongue with his own, feeling his teacher encourage him. It wasn�t so bad;
he could get used to this.

The
priest pulled back and looked at him. �Have you done this before?� he asked,
one large hand buried in the hair at the back of his head.

�No��
Seth admitted, honest for perhaps the first time that night. �You�re my first��

�And
you want to do this?� He seemed concerned.

�Yes,�
he answered confidently, leaning into his hand and feeling him unconsciously
pet his hair. �I do� I trust you.� That was true only inasmuch as he trusted
him as much as, and maybe just a little more than, he trusted everyone else.

He
stroked his hair tenderly, just looking at him for a little while. Seth didn�t
know what he was thinking, but he was slightly surprised at this turn of
events. He hadn�t expected any real tenderness or caring� it felt good. It felt
very good, just to have one person fixated on him, on only him� act like they
cared about him�

The
priest leaned forward and kissed him again softly, apparently having come to a
decision. �I�ll be gentle,� he finally said.

Seth
was beginning to get nervous; he didn�t know for sure what was going to happen
now. He would have to learn, though, and better now than later. He had come
this far, and he wasn�t going to back out now.

He
was surprised to find himself picked up and gently deposited on the bed, lying
on his back. The thought crossed his mind that he might have gotten himself in
over his head here, but he quelled it and kissed the priest back when he leaned
down to claim his mouth again. The kissing was getting easier, at least; he was
getting the hang of it. And he had always been a fast learner.

One
large hand traveled down his chest lightly and lightly pulled at a nipple,
making him gasp with surprise. It actually felt good� he was a bit surprised.
It made something unfamiliar stir inside of him, and he tried to ignore it.

He
suddenly realized he had absolutely no control over the situation, and he
almost panicked. He had been in complete control of it before� even if it
hadn�t seemed like it. Now, though�

But�
he might not have control over what was happening right now, but if he had to,
he could always run crying to a higher priest and claim that he had been raped.
He would be believed, of course; he could be very convincing.

Satisfied
that the ultimate control was his again, he relaxed and let the priest proceed
uninterrupted. He hadn�t even been tense for any noticeable amount of time,
honestly; maybe a second of panic before he came to his conclusion.

The
unshaven face was suddenly pressed against his neck as the priest kissed his
throat in another surprising move, even more surprising that he liked the
feeling of that as well. Then it traveled down his chest, and he gave an
involuntary breathy moan when the damp warmth closed around the nipple that
wasn�t still being assaulted by the priest�s hand, clapping his mouth shut
immediately when he heard it.

His
teacher raised his head and smiled slightly at him, stroking his hair again.
�There�s no need to be embarrassed,� he assured him, and kissed him lightly
again. �It�s good to make noise when something feels good�� So saying, he rolled
the nipple between his fingers. Seth let out a tiny whimper and found his chest
arching toward the touch.

�So
responsive�� he heard murmured above him, as though the priest were talking to
himself. He filed that away back into his mind, that people liked it when the
other person was responsive and made noise� He could use that.

Both
hands moved down to his hips, holding him gently as his teacher�s tongue
trailed wetly down his chest, into his navel. He let out another indistinct
whimpering noise and tried to raise his body toward him, but there was a low
chuckle and the large hands on his hips were holding him down.

The
mouth moved away and he complained wordlessly, earning another chuckle. One hand
slid beneath his skirt and began to fondle him; he involuntarily cried out
again and jerked toward the hand. He didn�t seem to mind that he was only
twelve (eleven) and not fully developed yet, either, which was the only thing
Seth had really been worried about�

His
hand slid back, then, while the other held his hips down. �Bend your legs,� he
instructed gently; Seth did as he was told, not without apprehension, and
waited warily. �This may hurt a bit��

He
wasn�t sure when or with what he had slicked them, but a he tensed as a blunt
oiled finger pushed inside of him. It wasn�t at all pleasant and almost hurt,
and he whimpered a little.

The
priest made a soothing sound and kissed him gently. �Relax,� he murmured. �It
will hurt less if you relax� It�ll get better, I promise, but it�ll get worse
before it gets better�� The finger worked its way deeper into him, gently,
taking his time. He tried to relax, breathing deeply, and found it didn�t feel
so bad�

Another
finger pushed into him, and he whimpered into his teacher�s mouth. Now it
actually did hurt a little, and he really only wanted it to stop. He could
still back out now�

�It�s
okay�� he murmured soothingly, slowly stretching him out. He didn�t know why,
but the pointless words he kept murmuring were helping him relax, making it
better.

The
third slicked finger hurt, and he grabbed tightly onto his teacher�s shoulders,
suppressing another whimper. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he knew for a
fact now that this had been a bad idea�

�Shh,
it�s okay�� The finger pressed against something inside of him that sent a
sharp spike of warmth through him, and he gasped deeply, his eyes shooting open
again. The priest smiled down at him, then pulled his fingers back again. He
breathed a sigh of relief that was cut abruptly short when the priest pulled
himself up on his knees and shifted his own shenti aside to rub a handful of
the lubricant over his fully erect manhood. He looked so big�

�It�ll
be okay�� the priest murmured to him again, and stroked his hair lightly. �It
will hurt at first, but it will get better��

Seth
hesitantly nodded, and he felt his knees shifted aside. He closed his eyes,
tensing slightly in anticipation.

He
seemed to be trying to be gentle as he slowly, very slowly pushed into him, but
that didn�t change the fact that it hurt worse than probably anything else ever
had. He tried to relax and breathe deep, and keep from whimpering.

�Open
those pretty eyes�� he murmured, and Seth forced his eyes open, trying to
breathe. Pretty? Someone called his eyes� pretty�?

�You
really are quite beautiful�� he went on, and all of a sudden the pain didn�t
matter at all. That was a compliment, paid to him, to only him, and it was
sincere and it felt so good�

He
cried out a little and closed his eyes again as the large body inside of him
began to move, but he soothingly rubbed his back, and he was able to relax a
little. The pain slowly faded away, and it even became vaguely pleasurable. He
was able to open his eyes and begin to make noises of pleasure again, judging
that the other would like that.

Then
that same incredible burning feeling of pleasure shot through him again, and he
cried out loudly, gripping onto the other�s shoulders tightly.

�That
feel good, Seth?�

He knew
it was patronizing, but he didn�t care; he only nodded wordlessly, holding on
tightly. It did feel good, and he would be lying if he said otherwise. His only
goal in doing this had been to affirm his power over his teacher, but� wow. He
might have to do this just for the incredible feelings�

His
teacher smiled and began to move faster. If there was any more pain, Seth
couldn�t feel it through the mind-blowing pleasure. He was barely aware that he
could hear his voice first asking, then pleading for more, but the words didn�t
seem to be at all connected to his brain. He had absolutely no control, over
himself or the situation or anything at all, and he honestly didn�t care.

The
priest was breathing heavily as he reached under his skirt again and began rather
roughly to stroke him. He whimpered again and began to beg for� something,
arching desperately toward the other body.

It
didn�t take long for that something to come, and he heard his voice utter what
could have been called a scream if he wasn�t so desperate not to believe that
he would ever scream, and the fiery feeling that had been building in the pit
of his stomach suddenly erupted. It was no more than a few seconds later that
he felt his stretched, already-filled passage filled to overflowing with the
priest�s hot seed.

He
didn�t know how long he lay there, but he opened his eyes when he felt warm
fingers stroking his flushed cheek, brushing hair off of his face. He smiled
weakly, not really feeling up trying to manipulate anything into happening
right now.

�Are
you okay?� the man asked him, looking down at him tenderly and stroking his
hair gently.

He
nodded. �Yes� I�m fine��

The
priest smiled at him. �It�s okay, I know you�re in pain. That�s normal. You�ll
be okay in a little while.� He shifted and Seth winced a little as and he
pulled out, pulling his shenti off to clean them both up. Seth caught sight of
a dual set of long scratches in his shoulder and looked quickly at his own
bloody fingernails.

�I�m
sorry�� he said immediately, sitting up and trying not to show how much it hurt
to do so. He hadn�t even realized he was in pain until the other said so, but
he realized now that it was true. �I didn�t mean to scratch you��

He
smiled at him again. �It�s okay. It�s natural. Some people even like it when
their lover gets rough.� He ruffled his hair a little, then pulled him closer
and wrapped his arms around him, running his fingers through the hair he had
just put into disarray. Seth made sure to file that away for future reference
as well, as he snuggled into the larger man�s arms. He felt surprisingly good.
He wasn�t being bothered by anything� and here someone was, cuddling him and
paying undiluted attention to him�

�I
don�t like having to be with a guard all the time�� he mentioned a bit
mournfully. �It makes me feel even worse than just being alone.�

His
teacher kissed his forehead lightly. �If you promise to be good, then, I�ll
take the guard away. Do you promise, Seth?�

�Yes,�
he said solemnly, looking up at him. He smiled, and Seth smiled back, lowering
his head to rest on his shoulder. The smile turned from content to
self-satisfied, and he sighed a little, absently fingering the scratches in the
man�s shoulder.

This
was the road to the power he desired.
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