Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Agonies of Love ❯ Market Place ( Chapter 1 )

"Why do you parade me around like a pet?" A struggling High Priest asks the General leading him around the market.

The General, Arivid, whirls around and strikes the Priest, Seth, hard across the mouth. "You are my pet, love." Arivid caresses the man's face where he has slapped him.

Seth blushes and mumbles an apology. "I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive me."

Arivid smiles wickedly and pushes Seth into an alley. He comes up behind the Priest and forces him to his knees. "Would you like to make it up to me?"

Seth's eyes flash in rebellion. "I don't have to make anything up to you."

Arivid laughs, and steps around the kneeling man. He lifts up his kilt and places a hand on the back of Seth's head. "Is that so, Tiger? You call me Master, which means I can control you. I say you have something to make up for. So do it, or should we go back into the streets where I can have my will of you in front of the entire market?"

Seth shakes his head, his cheeks flushing in shame. "I'm sorry, Master. Please let me make it up to you." He lets his jaw hang slack, to show that he is willing.

A peal of laughter startles the kneeling man. He looks up in surprise to find Arivid smirking.

"Good boy, Seth," Arivid croons giving him a pat on the head before twisting his fingers into the thick cinnamon mane and jerking his head back. "Now be even better and get to it." He pulls Seth's head closer and braces himself on the wall.

Seth reaches up and wraps his hands around the impressive erection. He brings his lips to it and kisses the tip, letting his tongue slide out over Arivid's member and push at his slit.

Arivid moans and grips Seth's hair tighter. He shuffles slightly closer to the wall. "Your mouth is so good. I don't know why I don't just give it to the other officers as a gift to them. It's easy to see why you are the High Priest if you can suck Pharaoh this well."

Seth closes his eyes in shame. Is this all I'm good for, pleasuring Pharaoh and Arivid? Gods, what has happened to me? I used to be one of the most feared men in Egypt. He leans back against the wall, letting Arivid's member fall from his mouth. He starts sobbing silently, unable to continue his ministrations.

Arivid grunts at losing the warm moistness of Seth's mouth. Using the hand he has braced himself with, he holds his erection and pushes it at his lover's mouth. "Come on Seth," he growls, "I don't want to wait all day…" He looks down at the unresponsive boy. What's going on? Normally he would have continued until I pounded his head into the stone with my orgasm. I thought he liked that.

Arivid kneels down. He lifts Seth's chin and makes a confused sound at the tears streaming down the man's face. "Seth? Oh, Seth, tell me what's wrong, please." He pulls the sobbing man to his chest. "Please talk to me Love."

Seth clings to Arivid tightly, the sobs shaking his body violently. "P-Please forgive me… I can't do this right now…"

Arivid holds Seth tenderly. "Forgive you for what? You have done nothing wrong that I am aware of."

Seth leans back looking everywhere but at Arivid. "But I c-c-couldn't do it. I couldn't' f-finish you off." His sobs slow to tears of shame and self-hatred.

While Arivid is occupied with thoughts about Seth's depression, Seth begins to grind against him. "I'm a bad boy. A filthy, dirty whore who needs to be punished."

Arivid slams Seth against the wall, a scowl playing across his face. "Be quiet, Seth! You are not bad, filthy, dirty, or a whore. Whatever gave you that idea?"

Seth curls up into a ball. "I'm sorry Master. I just… Well, when you said you should give my mouth out I got… Well… I got a little depressed and figured I wasn't good enough for anything else and well… I'm so sorry; I don't know what's gotten into me."

Arivid folds Seth into a tender embrace. "Forgive me, Seth. I did not mean to give you that impression. You mean more to me than Pharaoh. I would never let anything happen to you. I thought you knew that. I thought I had told you this many times." He smoothes Seth's rumpled hair lovingly. "Even when I'm with Him, I always think of you," he whispers. "Always, Love, always."

Seth looks up in surprise. "Really? I mean that much to you?"

"No."

A look of confusion manifests on Seth's face, and he looks about to cry again. "But you just said…"

Arivid smiles warmly. "You mean much, much more. You mean everything to me." Arivid touches Seth's hair, twisting his fingers in it. "Your hair, so soft to the touch, means more to me than all my silken horses." He wipes Seth's eyes with a careful finger. "Your eyes, so azure and piercing, mean more to me than all the sapphires and daggers I've ever received." Arivid fondles Seth's body with care. "Your body, so strong and firm when pressed against mine, means more to me than my position as General and Pharaoh's bodyguard." Arivid grips Seth by the shoulders and forces the man to meet his gaze directly. "You mean more to me than I do to myself. I would gladly lay down my life to ensure your safety."

Seth's jaw works up and down but no sound comes out.

Arivid's eyes turn soft and he picks the man up. "Let's go home," he states. Arivid walks out of the alleyway and back up the path to the Royal Palace. He sees a glimpse of tri-colored spike hair and inwardly grimaces. I hope Pharaoh didn't hear what I told Seth, but if he does, I will have a lot of explaining to do.

Seth grunts at feeling a small drop of water land on his bare chest. He looks up to see if the sky is cloudy, and another drop hits him on the nose. Well, it's not raining, nor is it cloudy… He looks at Arivid's face closely. Oh Gods, he's crying. He must have really meant everything he said to me back there. I wonder what Pharaoh will think… What would my parents think? Well, I know mother would be okay with it. She wouldn't be happy, but she won't mind. Father on the other hand… Seth gasps and tenses in Arivid's arms.

Arivid stops and quickly sets Seth down. "Seth, love, what's wrong? Is something the matter?" He sniffs quickly and makes a production of flicking flies away to cover wiping away the tears.

"I'm afraid of what my parents, Father specifically, will do to me. Father will kill me for sure. And Pharaoh… Oh, Ra, if Pharaoh finds out what you said to me, He'll beat you to within an inch of your life."

Arivid shrugs. "If he does, he does. I will take the punishment. Don't worry yourself about it. Just worry about what your father will do. If he gives you too much of a problem, just come find me, and I'll take care of it."