Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Agonies of Love ❯ The Healing ( Chapter 6 )

As Arivid walks back to the stone house with the basin, a blond man calls out to him. "General Arivid! General, what are you doing here? Is High Priest Seth still inside? I was sent to fix his arm. Do you know where he is?"

Arivid turns smartly hearing his name called so familiarly. "Jhefre! My old friend!" He sets down the basin hurrying to his comrade.

The two embrace and continue to the house. Arivid stops along the way to pick up the basin. "Jhefre, I'd never thought to see you again after those nights at the palace. You've become a Master Physic, congratulations. Do you know Seth and what he goes through at the hands of his father?"

Jhefre nods sadly. "That is why his mother, Nebhet, always requests that I visit him. She knows I am the only one who will not gossip. But why are you," he opens the door and looks at Seth lying prone with a bleeding back. He drops Arivid's arm and runs to Seth, kneeling next to him. "Oh Gods, what happened to you? Is this what Nebhet wanted me to clean up? She only mentioned the arm…"

Arivid sighs and sets the basin next to Jhefre. He snatches the discarded shirt. Wetting it, he starts wiping away partially dried blood as carefully as he can. "This is my fault, Jhefre." He ignores the stare given to him. "His father ordered me to have him whipped, so I gave Seth the choice of either having me or the guards do it."

Seth curls into himself, moaning in pain. "Master, please forgive my weakness…" He appears not to know Jhefre is in the room. He cries out as a piece of skin is ripped from his back with a clot of dried blood, and faints, lying motionless on the cushion.

Arivid swallows guiltily and blushes. He keeps wiping his lover's back with great care, crooning lovingly. "Quiet now, Seth. Nothing is going to hurt you now. You are not weak. You are very strong. Just relax now, and everything will be alright."

Jhefre nods approvingly. "You got the High Priest to submit to you? Wow, impressive. I thought only Pharaoh could do that. So… What's he like? Is he any good? I wouldn't mind taking an examination of him, if you know what I mean." He winks, and thrust his pelvis up in an obscene gesture.

Arivid smirks. "Well, for all intents and purposes, we still fight in public, but in private, he's my little tiger. He does as I command. And yes, he is good. I enjoy him every time I take him. If you want a private "examination" of him though, you'll have to ask him that yourself."

"What do I do if he says no?"

Arivid finishes cleaning the wounds. "Then you don't get your time with him, simple as that."

Jhefre begins setting Seth's arm. "Wouldn't he need your approval?"

Arivid frowns, caressing Seth into silence when he stirs. "No. He is his own man. I do not own him like a slave. Ask him when you finish. Say you will consider it payment if he does." Arivid shrugs and leans over, kissing Jhefre behind his ear. "If he won't, I will."

Jhefre smiles as he finishes mummifying the broken arm. "As soon as he wakes up I will ask him. Things are so much faster when the patient is asleep or heavily sedated… There!" He ties off the bandage and stands. He walks calmly over to another cushion behind Seth, so the man could not see him without turning. He motions for Arivid to join him. "Come, love. Come sit with me until your pet awakens."

Arivid crawls obediently to Jhefre, curling up beside him. "It's almost hard to believe that I am to you what Seth is to me." Arivid rests his head in Jhefre's lap. "You trained me well."

Jhefre pets the General tenderly. "I loved you. I was not training you to submit. You did that all on your own. Then Pharaoh forbade me from seeing you. He threatened to have you killed. That is why I had to end our relationship."

Arivid sighs and nuzzles the hand. "I understand, Jhefre. For once, I really understand."