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I Almost Had You	By : Hideki LaShae Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8336 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-I Almost Had You
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 1
- 2
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I Almost Had You
By
Hideki LaShae

Chapter One
A Stolen Kiss Has Come Too Late

- - 3000 years ago - -
High Priest Seth of Ra walked out onto the balcony and looked out over the city surrounding the Pharaoh’s palace. He sighed and closed his deep cerulean eyes. “Nothing ever changes. Nothing will ever change.”
Seth turned away from the sight of the city as he heard a familiar sound coming from the room adjacent to his, the room that just so happened to share the balcony he stood on now. He smiled and settled himself down in a chair to watch the goings on in the room.
The angelic blond within the room shed his clothing and a few pieces of the gold jewelry he wore with reckless abandon. He fell onto his bed and wrapped the fingers of one hand around his growing erection.
Seth slid a hand beneath the cloth of his own clothing and touched his forming erection cautiously. He licked his lips as he saw the blond within the room start to pump himself slowly. He wrapped his fingers about his erection and set his pace to match the other’s movements.
Priest Jono of Osiris didn’t realize his daily ritual had an observer, and even if he did realize it, he wouldn’t stop his actions. It felt too good for him to touch himself and imagine the person he loved would be touching him so intimately. Many people living within the palace walls knew he loved someone, and they knew his love to be just as male as he was. Even though it was not forbidden for him to love another man, it was still a taboo he wasn’t ready to cross, but only because the man he loved could never… would never… love him in return. He’d never spoken the name of the man he loved. Only in his mind, during these reckless moments of abandonment would he ever utter the name in so loving a manner.
Seth ceased the movement of his hand and caressed the head of his erection as he mimicked Jono’s own actions. Every day he waited on this balcony until Jono undressed for his viewing pleasure and gave himself a hand. Every day he sat in this chair and touched himself. Everyday he allowed Jono to unknowingly torture his body as he moved in time with Jono. Everyday he loved Jono more and more, but everyday when away from this balcony and this room, he broke Jono’s heart.
Jono’s moan broke Seth’s thoughts away from anything he might have been contemplating, and he began to stroke himself wildly.
Both young men pushed themselves closer to their climax, hands moving over heated flesh with increasing speed.
Jono bit his lower lip as one last strong grip against his erection caused him to spill his precious fluid all over his chest.
Seth watched as Jono’s body shuddered and jerked from his orgasmic bliss. After another moment, his own body released the trapped sexual essence within. He breathed deeply as he tried to calm himself enough to be able to walk again. He licked his lips as he saw Jono within the plush bedroom wiping his body clean with the towel he always left beside his bed after bathing. He stood up and resisted the urge to march into that bedroom and show Jono exactly what he should have been doing with the erection he had moments before. He turned away instead and with a whispered “Until tomorrow, Jono” headed into his own room.
Seth removed his clothing and all the gold adornments he wore before slipping into the cooling waters of his bathing pool. He cursed the chill in the water, but he knew if he hadn’t went to watch Jono it would have been perfectly warm. That’s why he didn’t complain too much. If the two would be weighed together on Mast’s scales, watching Jono would definitely win over getting a warm bath. He relaxed into the cool water and washed himself as best as he could.
The door slammed open and an angered woman stormed into Seth’s room. Her piercing blue eyes glared at Seth. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Seth?”
“I was actually taking a bath until you came in, Isis,” said Seth standing up.
Priestess Isis of Isis blushed a deep red that suited her darkened complexion well, and she clamped her eyes closed so she couldnot see Seth’s unclothed body. She didn’t, however, turn her head away. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it, Seth!”
Seth scoffed at the words and grabbed a wrap to cover himself once he stepped from the bathing pool. “Do tell me then, Isis. What am I doing?”
Isis snapped her eyes open again, not caring this time whether he was dressed or not. “You cruel bastard! You are allowing… my heart… those fucking monsters… how dare… I can’t believe… so stupid…”
Seth watched with little amusement as his best friend stormed around his room ranting and raving and making very little sense. “Will you get to a point, Isis?”
Isis screamed in frustration and took a deep breath. “A point! A point! Give me the Millennium Rod and I’ll show you a point!”
“I think not…”
“They’ve gone into negotiations!” interrupted Isis.
“Negotiations for what?”
“Not for what! For who!”
Seth’s eyes widened. “Okay, back up a thought. Who has gone into negotiations?”
“The Grand Vizier of Ankara and my father, brother!” shouted Isis.
“Osiris would never enter into negotiations unless your father forced him into it,” said Seth, “Your brother realizes that you are in love, and he would do nothing to jeopardize that.”
Isis shook her head and fell down to her knees. “Osiris wouldn’t do anything like that normally, except that our father does insist. Osiris either enters the negotiations for me… or Namu. Namu is too young to be forced into marriage… especially to an older man. I do not blame Osiris for entering the negotiations. I blame my father and the Grand Vizier. You’ve seen him! He’s ancient! I don’t want to marry him!”
Seth knelt beside Isis and pulled her into his arms.
“And the worst part…” Isis leaned in and whispered something into Seth’s ear.
“How dare those fucking morons!” exclaimed Seth gripping Isis tighter, “Don’t they know what that ritual would do to you? You would never enjoy another’s touch!”
“I am aware of that.”
“Don’t worry, Isis. I will not allow this mockery to continue.”
“Are you telling me you didn’t know?” asked Isis.
“No,” said Seth simply.
Isis took a deep breath and rested her head against Seth’s chest. “I’m sorry for screaming at you, Seth. I thought you had been informed of the negotiations. I thought you were allowing me to be sold like some camel!”
“You are my best friend, Isis. I would not allow that,” said Seth standing and pulling Isis up with him.
Isis kissed Seth’s cheek quickly. “Thank you, Seth. I’m sorry for interrupting your bath. I will take my leave now.”
“I will see you in the Inner Sanctum later,” said Seth before Isis had the chance to escape his room.
“Have I ever failed you yet?” Isis winked before hurrying out of the room.
Seth glared at the closed door. “How dare they!”
“It’s all politics!”
Seth spun around towards the sound of the voice.
“You should really tell Isis to keep her voice down when she comes over,” said Jono from his position just outside of Seth’s room on the balcony, “I swear I could hear every word of your conversation, and I was trying to block it out!”
“You can enter, Jono,” said Seth pulling a clean set of clothes from a trunk at his bedside. He dropped his wrap and started to dress himself.
Jono stepped into Seth’s room and stared at him as the clothing adhered to his form. “So what are your plans to prevent your lover from being married off to the Grand Vizier? Anything I can do to screw them up?”
Seth shot a glare at Jono, but he didn’t notice the soft blush on the blond’s cheeks. “Why the hell did I invite you in here, stupid mongrel?”
“Well, sorry! I keep forgetting that your only weak spots are for your lover or your brother!” snapped Jono.
“Isis is not my lover! She is a sister to me and my best friend!” exclaimed Seth, “Ra, you are an idiot!”
“And you’re an ass!” Jono crossed his arms over his chest.
Seth and Jono glared at each other.
“Atemu would be devastated if one of his priests had to move so far away because of marriage. So you’d better have an idea of how to stop the negotiations,” said Jono turning away and lifting one of Seth’s gold armbands, “If there is anything I can do, I will help you.”
“Would you poison the Grand Vizier?” asked Seth as Jono grabbed his arm and placed the band into its position.
Jono chuckled. “Good idea. You have any poison?”
“Namu would make us some if we asked,” said Seth.
Jono nodded.
“The question is how to slip it to the Grand Vizier without anyone seeing,” said Seth removing his arm from Jono’s grasp and continuing to affix his gold jewelry.
“I have an idea about that,” said Jono, “Just get me the poison. I’ll do the rest.”
“Are you serious?” asked Seth.
“We can’t allow the Grand Vizier to hurt Atemu by stealing Isis away,” said Jono, “I will poison the Grand Vizier to prevent Atemu’s heartbreak. I’m doing this for Atemu and Isis so don’t you dare even think for one moment that I would be doing this to help you keep your best friend here.” He turned his back to Seth. “I’ll be leaving now. Get the poison to me as soon as you can.”
“Jono?” asked Seth as Jono walked to the balcony.
Jono stopped.
“For whatever it is worth, thank you for your help,” said Seth.
Jono smiled. “No problem.”
Seth smiled at Jono’s backside.
Jono headed out onto the balcony. He returned to his room and lied down on his bed. He yawned and his lids slid closed over his bright amber eyes. He fell asleep in an instant only to dream of Seth in a more domestic situation.
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“Wake up, lovely.” The whispered breath caressed Jono’s ear and caused him to shiver.
Jono opened his eyes and stared into a pair of stunningly beautiful amethyst orbs. He blinked a few times then jumped up and yelled, “Shit!”
The amethyst eyes closed as their owner giggled happily. “You’re late, Jono!”
“Late? For what?” asked Jono calming his racing heart. His eyes widened suddenly. “Shit! Atemu called a meeting of his Priests in the Inner Sanctum!”
“That’s right, Jono, and you’re late!” Priestess Mai of Bastet frowned as she pulled Jono to his feet. “My half-brother asked me to come get you.”
“Is Atemu upset?”
“Jono… You are a Priest of the Pharaoh… Is it really so difficult for you to speak of our Pharaoh with the respect he deserves?” asked Mai.
“Mai… The Pharaoh is your half-brother, but I have never once heard you say his name,” said Jono, “He has given us all permission to call him by his given name because we are his Circle of Priests. We are the closest things he has ever had to friends. If we can’t call him Atemu, then who can?”
“My mother would not even call him by his name,” said Mai, “I learned so much from her…”
“I know… I learned a lot from Aunt Anaksu as well,” said Jono, “Let’s go… Atemu’s waiting.”
Mai nodded and allowed Jono to take her arm and guide her out of his bedroom.
“Do you miss Anaksu?” asked Jono slowly.
“She was my mother… of course I do,” said Mai.
“I’m sorry I made you think of her,” said Jono.
“Don’t be,” said Mai smiling at Jono, “You only do things like that because you’re stupid!”
“Hey! That’s no way to treat your cousin!” exclaimed Jono tackling Mai to the floor.
“Hey! That’s no way to treat your cousin!” exclaimed Mai shoving Jono off her, “Isis would not approve of you being so close to me!”
“Why do I care what Isis approves of?” asked Jono with a shrug as he helped Mai to her feet, “It’s not like she’s my sexual interest. You both know that I much prefer the company of men. Besides… I’m going to kill her to save her from an arranged marriage!” He ran off down the hall as fast as he could.
“What?” shrieked Mai rushing after Jono, “By Bastet! Jono, you get your ass back here! You have a shit load of explaining to do!”
Jono laughed as he ran. “Bastet, save me from your followers!”
“If you don’t get back here this second, Jono, I’ll send you to meet Osiris!” yelled Mai moving as fast as she could.
“I was only joking!” shouted Jono before bursting through the stone entrance into the Inner Sanctum. He fell down to his knees in a subjugated position before the throne of the Pharaoh Atemu.
Atemu rolled his crimson eyes. “She will kill you for your sense of humor one day, Priest of Osiris.”
“I know, but I’m willing to risk it,” said Jono.
Mai ran into the room still steaming with anger. She dropped to her knees beside Jono and bowed to the Pharaoh, her half-brother.
“You may rise and take your seats, Priest, Priestess,” said Atemu smiling, “And Mai, please do try not to kill Jono until I no longer require him.”
“I will try, Pharaoh,” said Mai standing and moving to her chair beside the black haired Isis.
“And call me Atemu! You’re my sister!” exclaimed Atemu.
“Half-sister,” corrected Mai as Jono moved to his seat in between Seth and a pale skinned, black haired man.
“Still a sister,” said Atemu.
“Told you, Mai!” exclaimed Jono.
Both Atemu and Mai shot glared across the room to Jono who simply smiled back at them.
“Fine… to business. Seth?” asked Atemu.
Jono turned his eyes to Seth and smiled as the brunet, with the slight chestnut streaks in his hair, began to speak.
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“Jono?”
“Come in.”
Seth walked into Jono’s room from their connecting balcony.
“Yes, Seth?” asked Jono as he lay on his bed with his eyes closed.
“Are you sure you want to poison the Grand Vizier?” asked Seth.
Jono opened his eyes and sat up. “Even Atemu couldn’t think of a way to cease the negotiations over Isis. Did you see the pained look in his eyes when he thought there was nothing he could do for his cousin?”
“I’m not blind,” said Seth leaning against the wall, “I know Atemu does not want her to go, but the question is… do you want to poison the Grand Vizier?”
“I want to save Isis. If I have to kill to do so… Osiris will either understand or cast me down,” said Jou, “Have you gotten the poison for me?”
Seth sighed. “Isis is my cousin and my best friend. If anyone will become a murderer for her, it will be me and not you.”
Jono stood up and walked over to lean on the wall beside Seth. “Fine… I understand that. It’s not like she’s my relative by blood. My idea was to give Isis the antidote to the poison and then have her share an acceptance cup with the Grand Vizier. We’d let them believe that she was accepting their betrothal, and that the negotiations were complete. But then the poison within the cup would kill him and therefore the betrothal would be invalid since one party would be dead. She would live because she would have gotten the antidote to the poison. She lives and remains here. He dies so she can’t marry him. Atemu’s happy.”
“Nice idea… maybe I’ll use it,” said Seth, “but it would be me who uses it. Not you. I won’t have anyone becoming a murderer for my best friend.”
Jono nodded. He closed his eyes.
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Jono opened his eyes for just a moment to see Seth pressing his body back into the wall with his own..
Seth lowered his lips to capture Jono’s in a searing kiss. "Spread your legs for me, Jono. I’m going to fuck you tonight."
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Seth saw the quiver beneath Jono’s clothing as his body erected. “Wake up, mutt!”
Jono snapped his eyes open wide and glared at Seth who still leaned on the wall beside him. “What the fuck do you want now?”
Seth smirked and let his eyes slip closed.
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"What the fuck do I want? I want to fuck," whispered Seth pushing Jono to the floor and lying on top of him as he moved their clothing to uncover their arousals.
"Then fuck me hard and fast, Seth!"
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“Are you sleeping Seth?”
Seth opened his eyes and glared at Jono. “Why the hell would I be sleeping in your room?”
“Maybe you’re tired of screwing Isis and have finally come to the conclusion you want to fuck someone who’s not related to you!” exclaimed Jono.
“If you think you’re competition for Isis, you give yourself far too much credit! Not that I’m sleeping with her, mind you. She’s just my best friend,” said Seth.
“Your best friend and cousin… just like Atemu and Mai are your cousins. And Namu and Osiris are your cousins. You couldn’t love Mokuto. He’s your brother. It’s forbidden. Your options are limited Seth! Hiroto, who is really beneath you since he’s just the head of the Guard. Course since you’re High Priest everyone but Atemu is beneath you a little. You could date Otogi, but he’s got his eye on someone and would rather deck you. If you touch my sister, Shizuru, I’ll have to kill you. So that leaves your options for sexual partners to me,” said Jono. He threw in a superior smirk for good measures. “Maybe I’m not competition for Isis, but if you don’t want your cousin in your bed, then I’m all you’ve got left!”
“I wouldn’t let you into my bed!” snapped Seth.
Jono pushed himself away from the wall and walked towards his bed as he shed his priestly robes.
Seth’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he watched the muscular backside being exposed to him.
Jono turned to look at Seth over his shoulder. “If you don’t mind, Seth, I’m going to crawl into my bed… alone… and get some rest. Unless you know someone who’s willing to join me…”
Seth spun around and walked out onto the balcony.
Jono sighed. “Stubborn ass! I’ll never get into bed with him!”
Just outside on the balcony, Seth supported himself with the wall and looked back in at the delectable, and now completely nude, blond. His heart ached with his yearning, but he knew deep within his soul Jono would never accept his love. “Damn mutt went and gave his love to another!”
Jono lied down facing the balcony and closed his eyes. “Seth… why can’t you love me?”
“Fuck you then, Jono,” hissed Seth entering his room. He passed into a small chamber that he hardly ever used himself. “Get up, slave.”
The bald headed young man stood without question and followed Seth back into the main chambers.
“Undress me,” ordered Seth.
The slave set about his duty in silence. In all the years he’d been a slave to Seth, he spoke not one word to his master. He understood his master’s desire for silence and he complied. He only ever spoke to the other slaves.
Once nude, Seth lied down on his bed. “Give me the oil. Then suck me.”
The slave nodded and retrieved a bottle for Seth. He passed it to his master before crawling onto the bed and positioning himself so he could pull the erect penis into his mouth and still allow Seth the access to his opening that he demanded.
Seth oiled his fingers and waited for his slave to suck on the tip of his arousal before plunging in the first finger.
After four years of this treatment, the slave didn’t even flinch anymore. He just continued to suck on the bit of flesh provided to him. When speaking to the other slaves, he never complained about being a concubine. He didn’t even seem to notice since his master ignored him most days of the year. His master rarely needed his attention, usually then only around the full moon when its striking beauty brought his master’s mind to thoughts of the golden beauty lying in the room right next door.
Three fingers slid from the slave’s stretched opening. “Ride me…”
The slave blinked and turned to look at Seth. He’d never received that command before, and he wasn’t sure if he actually did this time.
“I said ride me,” said Seth.
The slave nodded and shifted into position. He slid his body down onto Seth’s engorged length.
Seth closed his eyes and grasped his slave’s hips to help guide the movements.
Up… down… up… down, strike… The slave closed his eyes and shuddered as he found the spot that gave him pleasure through this torment. He rose up and thrust down fast to strike that spot again. He almost gasped in pleasure, but he knew better than to make a sound. He made a sound once and he wasn’t able to move a muscle for nearly three weeks after that. His punishment was brutal, but he had deserved punishment. He had defied his master. He had not made a sound since, and he refused to now no matter how much physical pleasure his master induced in him.
“He’s vocal,” whispered Seth.
The slave continued on as if Seth had never spoken.
“Jono,” whispered Seth, “When he touches himself… he’s near screaming.” He didn’t open his eyes. In fact the only sense he really used was the sense of feeling centered at his groin. “Why won’t he love me, slave?”
The slave slammed down again and felt Seth’s release pour into him. His own release covered his stomach.
Seth opened his eyes and looked at the slave. “Why won’t he love me?”
The slave shrugged as he pulled off Seth.
“Return to your chambers,” said Seth sitting up.
The slave nodded and returned back into the smaller adjacent room.
Seth stood and moved into the now cold water that still remained from his earlier bath. He shivered slightly at the coldness for just a minute before relaxing into it. “This water is like your heart for me, Jono. Cold as stone.”
Seth washed himself in the cold water before stepping out and pulling the lever to drain the tub. He dried himself and pulled on a wrap before lying in bed and closing his eyes to sleep.
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“Well, what have we here?”
The servant gasped as the rough hands shoved her into the wall.
An evil smile appeared beneath the hood of the cloak the stranger wore before he tilted his head up so his eyes shone in the dim moonlight. “You work at the palace.”
“Y-y-y-yes,” stuttered the girl shaking.
“I am Dorobo Bakudan, and if you talk quickly, wench, you might live to see the sun again,” hissed the man.
“Dorobo Bakudan?” gasped the girl in fear just from the reputation belonging to the name, “I’ll tell you anything! Just don’t kill me!”
“Tell me everything,” said the man, “Everything you know about the Circle of Priests…”
“They are the key to great power. Without them our Pharaoh would be lost,” said the girl.
“So if I were to kill them all?” asked the man pulling back his hood and revealing his unruly white hair and his sharp-looking fangs.
“Our Pharaoh would be helpless!” The girl gulped loudly and clenched her eyes closed.
“Now… you know something else for me, don’t you?” whispered the man into the girl’s ear.
“High Priest Seth of Ra, Priestess Isis of Isis, Priestess Mai of Bastet, and Priest Jono of Osiris will be shopping in the market tomorrow morning!” exclaimed the girl, “That is all I know! Please, don’t kill me, Dorobo Bakudan!”
“Humph! You’ll live for another day! If anyone knows you spoke to me, you will die quicker than you can breathe!” hissed the man throwing the girl away.
The servant scrambled away from the crazy man as quickly as she could.
“Is it wise to let her go, Bakura?” asked a burly man twice the size of the white haired lunatic.
“She won’t say a word.” His name happened to be Bakura, but the name Bakura would not strike fear into the hearts of the Pharaoh’s people… not his people but the Pharaoh's people. His people died, have all been dead for years because of the former Pharaoh, Atemu’s father. Years ago, when he decided to enact his revenge upon the Pharaoh’s family, he decided a new name would be required. He needed a name to strike fear into people’s hearts when they simply heard it uttered, a name to bring him fame and glory and cause people to just throw down their money and run screaming through the night. That name was Dorobo Bakudan, and the only people who called him Bakura now were the closest of the close, the few people he trusted just enough not to stab him in broad daylight.
“Would you like for me to follow her to be sure, Bakura?” asked a smaller figure walking up beside Bakura wearing a dark cloak. The higher pitched voice indicated the person waz probably female.
“She works at the palace. Do you think you could get inside to follow her around there?” asked Bakura turning to look at his smaller companion.
“I know I could. I learned stealth from the best!”
“Flattery will get you nowhere!”
The woman giggled. “I know.”
“She won’t talk. She’s too scared. We don’t need to worry about her,” said Bakura, “But since you’re so stealthy, you can get us some food.”
The cloaked woman bent almost in half before sinking back into a shadow and vanishing as if she never existed.
“Run rampant,” said Bakura to the other man, “I need to be well rested and prepared for my meeting tomorrow with the Priests and Priestesses.”
“I understand…”
Bakura sank back into the shadows and disappeared.
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The sun rose early over the Egyptian sands.
Bakura jumps down from his bed hanging from the ceiling of the abandoned house he resided in. He tied his long white hair back at the base of his neck and dressed quickly. “Ra, Isis, Bastet, Osiris… Ra will be the most threat to me. He’ll have to be the first to go.”
Russet brown eyes shimmered with a demonic gleam as a blade sank deep into the wall on the other side of the room. Bakura moved over, pulled the dagger from the wall, and sheathed it again in the plain leather wrap. He hid the dagger amongst his clothes. “Today, you idiotic Pharaoh, your most loyal servants will be eliminated! Good-bye High Priest! Hello, chaos!”
By now, the poor residents of the neighboring houses had become accustomed to the insanity of the ‘ghosts’ residing in the old, broken down home, so no one even bothered to investigate the maniacal laughter issuing forth from the house. The birds however flew away as if the very darkest creatures of the Underworld were after them.
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Seth stood on the balcony looking into Jono’s room and watching the delightful blond washing himself in his personal bathing pool. He sat down in the chair and slid his hand beneath his clothing to touch himself.
Jono arched his back and moaned.
Seth smiled to himself and gripped his erection. “So loud when he touches himself… Jono…”
Jono’s head lulled to the side so his eyes stared out onto the balcony straight at Seth.
Seth gasped and stopped all his movements.
Jono moaned and turned his head to the other side.
Seth continued to pump his erection once Jono no longer watched him. He didn’t match the blond’s pace, a rather odd occurance for him since he always let the other dictate the rules of their love-making, but today he needed Jono too much. His desire was too great, and he pumped himself hard and fast as he wished he could be in that bath with Jono pounding into that succulent ass and making Jono scream out his name. He bit down on his lip to stop his moan from escaping his throat as his body erupted in pleasure.
Jono moaned and Seth continued to pump himself hard and fast, first to milk the last of his release and then to reawaken his desire.
Seth didn’t notice Jono’s lust clouded eyes turn towards him again for another brief moment. He only noticed the blond looking so pleased in the water. He continued to pump himself.
Jono pushed himself back up onto the side of the bathing pool to reveal his completely nude body to the man outside staring in. He pumped himself with one hand and his other hand moved to play with his nipples, something he’d never done before but rather enjoyed now that he’d tried it.
Seth licked his lips at the sight of Jono’s hard erection, and he wished he could be inside tasting it right now. Just to take the heated flesh into his mouth and suck on it for all that he’s worth. His hand moved faster on his erection.
Jono watched Seth and whispered, “Take your clothes off so I can see you, Seth.”
In a desperate action, Seth stood up and pulled the cloth from his body. He collapsed back into the chair and grabbed his erection again. His hand moved faster and faster.
Jono moved his hand faster to match Seth’s pace. His release came upon him after just a moment, and he moaned loudly. “Ssss… Love you!”
Seth squeezed his erection harder and released his seed into the air. He breathed deeply as he pumped himself a few last times to expel the rest of the fluids.
Jono lay on his back on the floor silently watching Seth through the corner of his eyes. He panted heavily.
Seth leaned back in the chair and stared at Jono still not realizing the blond watched him as well. “Jono… I love you.”
Jono didn’t hear the whispered words, but he recognized the lip patterns. He bolted upright and scrambled to his feet.
Seth’s eyes widened. He jumped up and grabbed his clothing before rushing into his bedroom.
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“Hello, Priest of Osiris,” said a merchant with a pleasant smile, “Is there anything I can get you today?”
“Yes, actually. I was hoping you might have received a new shipment,” said Jono grinning at the man, “I’m starting to run low of some of those exotic herbs you get me for my ritual fires.”
“I suspected as much,” said the merchant, “I’ve been saving some for you. One moment please…”
Jono nodded to the merchant before he headed into his little hut.
“Hurry up, mongrel! We won’t wait for you all day!” shouted Seth glaring at Jono who stood right in front of the wooden table beneath the small, meager canopy.
Jono rolled his eyes. “Hey! Stuff it, oh great and mighty windbag!”
“What did you just call me?” asked Seth stalking up into the shade provided by the canopy.
Isis and Mai stood slightly back away from the two arguing Priests. Isis shook her head in disdain, and Mai sighed.
“Will those two ever give up?” asked Mai looking at Isis and taking the brunette’s hand.
Isis blushed slightly as she squeezed Mai’s hand. “I could help them with that if they weren’t so stubborn. They don’t need to give up on each other. They just need to realize that all that energy and passion is better suited elsewhere.”
Mai’s amethyst eyes switched targets from looking at the arguing males to looking sideways at Isis. “And just where is elsewhere?”
“If the Millennium Tauk is correct, elsewhere would be Seth’s bedroom,” whispered Isis into Mai’s ear.
Mai gaped at Isis. She lowered her voice to a bare whisper, “You mean… the Tauk has shown them as lovers?”
“There is that possibility if only they could get over themselves. I am certain they are so hard on each other because they are so in love,” whispered Isis.
“I hate you, Seth! You are such a fucking asshole!” shouted Jono swinging his fist at Seth.
“Are you sure about that statement?” asked Mai.
Isis bit her lower lip before saying, “I am quite positive. They are fools. Fools in love.”
Mai shook her head.
“Now if only my cousin would confess his feelings to Jono and invite him into his bed,” said Isis.
“Why does it have to be Seth’s bed?” asked Mai blushing slightly, “If that statement would have the same significance as it does for us…”
“What, Mai?”
“Jono is my cousin, as well as my best friend. He may have never told me whom he loves, but I know what he would wish from the relationship. Seth would not give it.”
Isis raised a single, slender eyebrow.
“Jono would wish for Seth to come willingly into his bed as well as Jono joining Seth in his,” said Mai slowly, “Seth would not allow himself to be bottomed to Jono.”
“For the right person, Seth would. He would for Jono if only he could admit that it’s love.” Isis sighed.
“You filthy mutt! You’re wasting all of our valuable time with your stupid herbs! You don’t really use them for any purpose other than to annoy people!” shouted Seth.
“These herbs are very important in my rituals! Just because Ra doesn’t demand herbs in his ritual fires doesn’t mean that you can knock Osiris for doing so!” Jono glared at Seth, completely seething in anger.
The merchant stepped back out of his shop holding a preciously ornate wooden box. “I have the herbs for you, Priest of Osiris!”
Jono spun towards the sound of the merchant’s voice and his face lit up in joy when he saw the wooden box. He grinned widely. “They are all there?”
“See for yourself,” said the merchant opening the lid.
Jono looked in at the carefully wrapped, but barely concealed, herbs in rapt fascination. His heart pounded in his chest as he lifted a pink cloth, dyed by the plant within, and he smelled the soft fragrance. He closed his eyes as tears escaped them. He replaced the package. “Thank you. I thank you. Osiris thanks you.”
“We’re leaving now, mongrel!” exclaimed Seth turning and starting back towards the two women.
“My heart thanks you,” said Jono quietly. He pulled some money from a pouch hidden in his clothing and he gave it to the merchant.
“Thank you, Priest of Osiris, but this is far too much for what you’ve received,” said the merchant.
“No… that is not enough recompense for the herb that will help me achieve the love I seek,” said Jono, “I just hope this herb will give me the strength to admit to him how I have always felt, and I hope even more that he will feel the same.”
“My hopes are with you,” said the merchant.
Jono took the box and turned to walk over to the other three Priests. He wiped his eyes quickly to remove any unshed tears, and he walked over with a smile in place. “I am ready to head to the next shop.”
“Wasteful mongrel!” exclaimed Seth.
“Hey! You’d better watch out, Seth! I have love herbs in here and I might make you fall in love with a hag!” exclaimed Jono.
“Oh, really? You want me to love you?” asked Seth turning away from Jono as he winced at his own words.
Jono clamped his mouth shut to prevent himself from making any sort of retort. He pushed ahead of Seth and stalked towards the next shop that one of them needed to visit. He shouted back at the group following him, “Hurry up and get your new damn cat, Mai!”
Mai released Isis’s hand and hurried up to Jono’s side. She hissed into his ear, “Don’t take your anger out on me just because Seth’s comment hit a little too close to the truth!”
Jono’s eyes widened.
“You love him, don’t you? He’s the only one who can bring out the passion in you,” whispered Mai, “I’ve noticed. And Isis has noticed how he looks to you…” She smiled at the merchant. “Hello, old friend. I heard you had a new litter born a few weeks ago?”
“Yes… Sheeba’s kittens are just weaned and ready to be sold,” said the merchant with a gentle smile, “but Silva just had her first litter three weeks ago.”
“I would like to look at them if I could,” said Mai.
“Of course, Priestess of Bastet. Right this way. I don’t want to bring them out, you see… Too much commotion,” said the merchant.
“I understand a cat’s behavior,” said Mai laughing. She followed the merchant into the small hut.
Seth sighed behind Jono.
“Oh, they are so cute!” came Mai’s voice from inside the hut, “Isis! You have to see this! Come here!”
Isis shoved Seth out of her way before entering the hut.
Seth stumbled into Jono’s back and both young men tumbled to the ground. “That was completely uncalled for, Isis!” shouted Seth at the hut, but the delighted squeals of the two women overrode his voice.
“Seth, do you mind getting your rod out of my ass?” mumbled Jono almost indistinctly.
Seth looked down at the Millennium Rod firmly attached to his right hip. He cocked an eyebrow at the back of Jono’s head.
Jono shifted slightly in annoyance when Seth hadn’t moved off him yet.
Seth’s eyes widened in comprehension as he felt Jono’s pliant ass grind against his groin with the movement. He quickly pushed himself off Jono and turned his back to the blond. He tried desperately to will away both the erection the intimate position caused as well as the light blush tainting his cheeks an unnatural pink.
“Unless you’d rather stick it further in,” whispered Jono so quietly that Seth’s straining ears barely caught it.
Seth glanced over his shoulder with his blush still firmly on his face to notice how attractive the crimson cheeks were on Jono.
Mai and Isis emerged from the hut at last, each carrying a small basket with a little ball of fur inside.
“And you say the sable kitten should be weaned by next moon?” asked Mai speaking to the merchant who followed her out.
“Yes. I will save her for you if you wish to return then.”
“I will do so,” said Mai passing a few coins to the merchant.
“Priestess, this is too much!” exclaimed the merchant.
“An advance on that beautiful kitten,” said Mai smiling.
“Thank you!”
“Is there something wrong here?” asked Isis looking at both Seth and Jono who still sported their red faces.
“Why did you shove me into that moron?” asked Seth.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Jono! He didn’t hurt you, did he?” asked Isis rushing over to check Jono for injuries. She brushed a strand of golden hair from Jono’s face on the pretense of checking for cuts or bruises and she whispered quietly into his ear so only he could hear her words, “My cousin loves you, Jono, although he would be hard pressed to admit it. Speaking of hard pressed, you should just throw him down on his back and have your way with him. I’ve seen you naked. He wouldn’t regret it. He might even beg you for it if you do it properly. I would suggest having him bound. Just the first time.”
Jono’s blush brightened instead of dimming as he desperately wished it would.
Isis ruffled Jono’s hair to be a little more disheveled. “Well… you don’t look injured.”
“I’m fine, Isis. Don’t baby me,” said Jono.
“Yes, well… I know how he likes to torment you,” said Isis sending a glare at Seth, “and it would be just like him to try something low when you were trapped on the ground beneath him, writhing back and forth from the pleasant torture.”
Seth closed his eyes as he heard Jono’s breath catch in his throat.
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Jono lay sprawled out on the ground beneath Seth with his delicious ass rubbing precariously against Seth’s groin.
Seth slid the material aside to reveal the lightly tanned cheeks. He spit on his hand and rubbed his saliva on his erection as he pushed the material aside. He pushed his erection deep into the opening hidden by the soft fleshy mounds.
Jono moaned loudly. His body writhing of its own accord as Seth began a hard, fast rhythm of pounding into him, striking his pleasure center with each thrust. He screamed out his pleasure.
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“Well, are you ready to continue on, Seth?” asked Mai setting her hand on Seth’s shoulder.
Seth’s cerulean blue eyes snapped open and he took a moment to will away the erection by thinking cold thoughts about Atemu and Isis trying to seduce him into a threesome with them. “Yes… let’s continue on. What was it you needed, Isis?”
“This and that,” said Isis with a grin. She turned and led them down a narrow alleyway.
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“That Priestess isn’t the smartest little fishy is she?” whispered a small woman lying on the roof of a building and staring down towards the ground.
“She doesn’t know what we’re planning, Darkfire,” whispered Bakura in turn, “And she is the Keeper of the Millennium Tauk. It can tell her the future.”
The woman sat back and pulled her hood down to reveal her brown hair, already showing signs of silver even though she only appeared to be fourteen or fifteen. Her colorless eyes shone with her mirth as she smirked. No one knew what name this woman-child was born under, but since her adolescence, she called herself Darkfire. In fact older than she looked, she was one of a few thieves who survived to the ripe age of eighteen, but that’s no reason for her hair to be silvering already. She encountered Bakura just a full season ago, and she joined his small rag-tag group of thieves and murderers in their quest for vengeance against the Pharaoh and the Pharaoh’s line. Her reasoning known to only one of their number. “Definitely not the smartest little fishy then.”
“Now… you know your part of the plan, right, Darkfire?” asked Bakura.
“I am the diversionary tactic,” said Darkfire.
“And you plan to do that how? Go down there and strip naked?” hissed the tall, muscular man behind Bakura.
Darkfire scoffed at the indignation. “Hardly! I’ll be kidnapping some pussy!”
“Save the blond one for me,” said the man.
Darkfire shook her head in a manner that would normally indicate a rolling of eyes, had her eyes been able to tell the difference.
“You know what you’re doing?” asked Bakura turning to look at the other man. He smirked when he saw the simple nod. “To work…”
Darkfire smiled and brushed her clothing off before taking a short running start and leaping from the rooftop. She landed safely on the roof of a shorter building on the other side of the alley, and she ran and leapt from building top to roof and canopy and finally onto the ground. She ran down towards the four Divine Worshippers. “Coming through!” she yelled as she grabbed the basket out of Mai’s arms and kept running heedless of the fact that she knocked the Priestess down.
“My kitten!” screamed Mai.
Isis raced after the woman. “Stop!”
Mai scrambled to her feet only to run rapidly after Isis and the cat-thief.
Jono looked to Seth. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
“We’d best catch up to them and save the cat,” said Seth.
Jono nodded and the two ran after their friends.
The sounds of their guard patrol racing after them echoed through the alley.
“Damn bastards,” hissed Seth, “What do we bring those guards for?”
“To give us so much space our kittens get stolen?” replied Jono.
A scream sounded behind them and Seth slid to a stop.
Jono plowed into Seth and rolled over him. He jumped to his feet in the same instance that Seth rose, and they looked back to find their guards being sliced open by a brute of a man. He grabbed Seth’s arm and pulled him in the direction the girls had gone. “Seth!”
“Blue-Eyes White Dragon!” exclaimed Seth concentrating enough to summon a monster from the Shadow Realm.
“Red-Eyes Black Dragon!” exclaimed Jono as the large white dragon appeared in the sky above them. He summoned his own dragon from the Shadow Realm. “Come on, Blue can take care of the thief, and we’ll ride Red to get the girls!”
Seth followed Jono up a tiny ladder onto the rooftops to where a black dragon waited.
“Change of Heart!”
Jono gasped as his dragon turned its blazing red eyes onto him and growled menacingly. He slowly approached the dragon. “Red! Fight the control!”
Bakura stepped onto the rooftop and looked at the two Priests. “Pathetic priests… simply pathetic.”
“Who the hell are you?” asked Seth glaring at Bakura.
“Dorobo Bakudan!”
Seth’s eyes narrowed.
“Red… Come on, Scarlet,” said Jono pleading with his dragon, “Don’t fight me.”
Bakura laughed.
“What do you want, Tomb Robber?” asked Seth, “Money? You won’t get it!”
“Not what I want,” said Bakura.
Jono’s eyes caught sight of the dagger as it left Bakura’s hand. “No!” he screamed running towards Seth, “Not him!”
Seth caught Jono as he fell against his chest. His eyes widened as he saw the dagger impaling his back. “Jono? Jono, why? You hate me!”
“My feelings for you are anything but hate,” said Jono as Bakura disappeared into the shadows, “I’ll miss what we could never be… my friend…”
“Jono… no… don’t go. Don’t leave me like this,” said Seth cradling Jono to his chest as he fell to his knees, “You stupid mongrel! Don’t leave me!”
The Red-Eyes Black Dragon faded away back into the Shadow Realm, not being able to remain since his master’s no longer in this world.
Seth pressed his lips to Jono’s temple. “Don’t die and I’ll do anything you want.”
Jono didn’t hear Seth’s plea. His spirit had already left his body.
Seth squeezes Jono to him as tight as he could. “Jono!”
- - Modern Day - -
The blond haired boy bolted upright in his bed with a name on his lips, but the name vanished before it’s even spoken aloud. He looked around and breathed heavily. His heart pounded from his dream. His eyes rest on a photograph tacked to his wall, and his soft honey-brown orbs locked onto a pair of deep cerulean. “What the hell was that about?”
- - 3000 years ago - -
Seth saw the brown haired girl struggling against the hold of some of the guards. He saw Mai and Isis clutching the baskets with their kittens protectively, but he didn’t care about any of them. He walked towards the two Priestesses with Jono limp in his arms and an emotionless expression on his face.
“Jono!” screeched Mai hurrying towards Seth and her cousin.
Seth shoved Mai aside as he continued to carry Jono towards the Pharaoh’s palace.
“Bring the thief! Throw her into a cell!” exclaimed Isis barking orders to the guards. She hurried to match her stride with Seth’s. “Is Jono all right? Did something happen?”
Seth’s head twitched in a barely conceived nod. He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t say anything, not right now. His voice failed him just as much as his heart seemed to.
“Jono?” asked Mai walking on Seth’s other side. She reached up to feel Jono’s forehead, but Seth turned quickly so she missed. She lowered her hand to her side and followed a step behind Seth as he carried her cousin.
Isis slid back to walk beside Mai.
Mai looked at Isis with pleading eyes.
Isis shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, and my Tauk has told me nothing.”
Mai nodded.
Seth carried Jono into the palace and straight into the chamber where he knew Atemu would be at this time of day. He fell to his knees before Atemu and held Jono close to his chest.
Isis and Mai followed Seth into the Inner Sanctum while the guards who held the struggling Darkfire took her to throw her in a cell.
Atemu stood abruptly when he saw Seth and Jono. He waved his hand to dismiss everyone. “Send for the healer!”
“It’s no use,” whispered Seth at last, “He’s dead.”
“No!” screamed Mai falling to her knees and dropping her basket.
The kitten jumped from the basket after it crashed to the floor and shook in fear.
Isis knelt beside Mai and pulled the blonde into her arms.
“What happened, Seth?” asked Atemu kneeling onto the floor beside his cousin.
Seth whispered the words so that only Atemu could hear the story. “And then he leapt in front of me. He saved my life.”
“He would have done it for anyone of us,” said Atemu, “but I think maybe he would have done it for you most of all.”
“Why?” whispered Seth.
“Because you were the one.”
“One what?”
“That doesn’t matter anymore,” said Atemu.
Seth closed his eyes. “I need to be alone…”
“You will not be disturbed until you are ready,” whispered Atemu with a nod.
Seth lowers Jono to the floor and stood quickly. He hurried off to his room, blocking the door so it couldn’t be opened, and fell onto his bed. He writhed there in silent agony as his mind replayed the scene over and over again. He saw Jono’s last breath, felt Jono’s last heartbeat, and heard Jono’s last words. Everything echoed around him so all he saw, felt, and heard was Jono.
Seth closed his eyes and covered his ears with his hands. After a moment of bitter silence, he pushed himself up on his bed. He climbed from the bed and looked around the room. He saw a vial of perfumed oil that Isis gave him on the table beside his bed. He grabbed it and flung it across the room as hard as he could. He didn’t even care when it shattered and spread its scent around. He walked around his room grabbing everything he saw and flinging it at a wall to watch it shatter. He flung a pot out onto the balcony and watched it shatter. His eyes widened, and he stormed out onto the balcony after the broken pottery. He walked into Jono’s room and started to rummage around through the contents.
A pile of material caught Seth’s eyes and he gathered up the spare outfit Jono just had cleaned. In a matter of moments, a few more of Jono’s possessions rested in Seth’s arms and he carried them into his room. He put them down on the trunk by his bed and he looked around his room again to see the disaster he made of it. He opened a box on the table beside his bed and removed an earring from it. He put the gold ankh into his left ear. “I never did thank you for this gift, Jono. I thank you now.”
Seth lay down on his bed with the clothing formerly belonging to Jono and he looked around his room. All he saw in the room that hadn’t been destroyed belonged to Jono or was given to him by his brother.
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