Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Agonies of Love ❯ Symbolic Meanings ( Chapter 8 )
A look of longing crosses Arivid's face as he stares after the blond Physic. "Jhefre," he breathes.
Seth's face falls. His heart belongs to Jhefre. How can I compete with that? He falls to his knees with a grunt.
Arivid whirls, and catches Seth before he falls further. "Seth!" He pushes Seth back slightly, searching the pale face. "Azure Eyes, why are you crying?"
Seth wipes his tears. "I was just thinking about Jhefre. Your heart still belongs to him in a small part. No, don't interrupt me." He brings up his left forearm, the Hieroglyphs for "slave" tattooed in black ink visible now that the arm is bare. "Do you know what this means to me? Why I got it at your insistence?"
Arivid shakes his head. "Does it mean something more to you than the tattoo I wear means to me? That which binds me to Pharaoh, showing that I belong to him?"
Seth nods slightly. "I'll tell you exactly what it means to me.
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the [sun] for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once [good bye];
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
Seth closes his eyes, two tears making their way down his battered cheeks. "That's how I feel. I'm sorry if you don't feel the same."
Arivid is silent for a moment. I had no idea he felt this way. It's turning me on, but we have to get to the Palace… Well, I'll ask what he wants. He scoops Seth up and lays him down on the long, low couch. "I never thought… Seth, my love, I don't know what to say, other than I love you with all my heart. That little bit for Jhefre, is merely a candle of friendship. It's you I love. Let me show you how much I love you. Do you want that?"
"But Pharaoh? We need to get to the Palace, or he'll be furious."
Arivid looks down at Seth lovingly. "Everything will be fine. I promise." He claims Seth's slightly parted lips in a kiss. His tongue slides out, tentatively asking for entrance to the pliant mouth.
Seth opens his mouth to accommodate the hungry tongue. He pushes on Arivid's shoulder with the unbroken arm. "No, Arivid! Please take me to the Palace before we get in trouble. I promise you, I will do anything tonight."
Arivid sighs and stands. "You win, but it will need to be tomorrow night. I have a meeting with Pharaoh after this one, and I will not have the energy to hold you." He clenches his fist in the blood soaked shirt he retrieves from the floor. "Pharaoh heard my declaration of love to you, and is punishing me for it." He puts the tunic safely in a corner. "Let me find you a clean shirt, and we can get on our way."
Seth smiles slightly. "You should have no trouble finding one; they are outside my bed chamber." He pulls himself into a sitting position, groaning softly and whispering to himself, "Please hurry, Mother. I can't take beatings, or being whored out anymore."