Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Innovative Lessons ❯ Innovative Lessons ( Chapter 1 )

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Innovative Lessons



Egypt. What the Hell was that? What was it supposed to mean?
It was called Khemet, the Black Land that surrounded the Mother Nile. He had tried to explain the fact to Yugi so many times, but, the kid always insisted on calling it Egypt, an uncharacteristic name which held as much significance to him as a fly on the wall. A name was important, it defined the heart and soul of everything and anyone. A name was like a preview into the soul. Desecration of the name ired him, more so the name of his homeland.

Khemet was his home, where he reigned gloriously as Pharoah for many years, loved by all, hated by a few. He clearly remembered his courtyard from which he watched Ra die over the desert and bleed across the sky, lighting the heavens on fire. The gentle winds always strayed among the trees and carried a unique scent that belonged to his homeland alone. Far way, the Great River lapped gently along the shore, regarding everyone like a kindly matron, teeming with dancing waterfowl and swaying papyrus reeds. The beauty of his kingdom wasn't created, it just was. From the beginning of time.

The palace was just as he remembered. A sprawling estate made of red granite and decorated with myriads of columns, all depicting his own heroic deeds. They were just decoration really, not a reference as they would most likely be torn down by his own heir or the next so that the latest ruler could strut themselves, but only when he was gone. He saw the empty throneroom, which bore the symbols of his power: a large gilt throne on which lay the crook and flail, finished in gold and blue enamel. In the ceremonial sessions, he would hold these and present himself as a Living God for all to admire.

This was his life, his destiny, his purpose. Nothing else. Yugi, Kaiba, Battle City and the God Monsters; they were all some distant dream that came unbidden and were finally banished. He wasn't an amnesiac any longer, he was home, where he belonged. Where he ruled.

He sat down confidently on the throne, surveying the emptiness before him with an imperial eye. Taking up the crook and flail, he crossed them over his chest, glaring at the stoic courtyard as though he expected it to challenge his authority. But nothing stirred, the silence was deafening. He sighed in an attempt to break the stony quietness, but the sigh was promptly smothered by the thick aura of the vast room.

A chuckle.

He looked up, half in annoyance and half in relief. Really, who dared interrupt his quiet contemplations, but then, company to scatter the silence was more welcome than not.

"Am I disrupting?"

He scanned the vast, tiled hall. There, behind the statue of the goddess, Bast, stood a lone figure. The tall frame was clothed much like himself in royal linens, accented with rich blue. An imperial headdress stood over a long mane of reddish brown hair and matched a pair of cobalt blue eyes. The voice was smooth and clear, like pearls upon silk.

He dropped the crook and flail and stood up demurely.

"No, my priest." He smirked toward the figure. "But then, since when do you care?"

Another chuckle floated about the hall as the priest came into better view. "I don't, Pharoah, that is your duty....Living God. You care too much."

He stared at the tall, imposing figure that leaned languidly against a pillar, smirking. It was indeed his high priest, Seth. He looked like a child of the gods, adorned in royal blue and sun kissed gold. He made his way slowly toward the brunette, mentally recounting their regards to eachother. Rivalry. That was all that existed between them if nothing else. It was hotter than the sun scorched desert in midday. It was an intense heat, tension and struggle that existed between them; most often enemies and peers when they felt like it.

"And you don't care at all." He returned with a tranquil tone. It abhored him to disturb the quiet, twilit peace. He stood squarely in front of Seth, staring into the silver swirled depths of the sapphire eyes that gazed down at him, glitterring with mischief.

The priest's smirk widened. He was quite astonished to find Seth's slender fingers draped upon his chin in a soft caress.

"I care," the taller man breathed into his ear. "I missed you..."

He didn't make any outward show of emotion. "Was I gone?"

"Oh yes."

The feathery feeling of a tounge on his cheek sent a delicious shiver rippling through his breast and bade every hair to stand on end. Seth's body was so close and surprisingly warm for something belonging to a living icicle. A smile formed slowly on his face. Icicles melt into bubbling springs, whose water tasted like the nectar of the gods.

"I take it that you are happy to see me, then."

The blue clad man pulled away, grinning. "Hardly. You are weak, Atem, undeserving of my attention. Undeserving of me."

The words had no real effect on him, he heard it so many times already. He felt Seth slipping his tanned hands along the bare expanse of his chest. "Really...?"

"Yes," came the silky purr, while the owner worked the catches on his royal red cape. "I really don't like being bothered to teach hopeless little boys, but for you, Pharoah, I'll make an exception."

The world seemed to swim. He felt himself falling backwards.

His body first felt the cool rustle of silk against bare skin. He had no time to think about how that came about, he soon felt strong hands clasped around his wrists and looked up passively at his grinning priest. Tremors and shivers danced wildly on his body and came to a resting place between his thighs. A soft moan fluttered out of his lips and was taken away by the wind into the evening.

Seth came down, latching his lips on to his partner's. The priest's velvet lips claimed his own and promptly sought entrance into the mouth. He granted it. Seth's warm tounge explored the moist interior, brushing across each corner and crevice, causing him to gasp. The heated mouth slid along his neck, fluttering over the trachea and the sweeping collarbones, sucking, nipping and licking. He shuddered involuntarily at the touches. His restrained hands clenched and unclenched and soft whimpers were threatening to pour out of his kiss swollen lips.

"You were always weak, my dear Atem."

He could do nothing but softly keen when the priest took one nipple and lavished the dusty flesh. Seth worked his tounge on the sensitive hill, feeling the elastic muscles of his partner move underneath him. They moved in harmony under the skin, strong and lean. Seth moved on to the other flat nipple and placed a neat lick across its surface while whispering unintelligibly. Beneath him, he could feel his Pharoah arch upward.

"And you were impatient."

Still restraining the royal hands, the priest slithered down the silk and explored the flat plane of the stomach, using mouth and tounge. The hips were twitching alarmingly and the bulge under the creamy kilt was growing bigger. The tanned expanse of skin and the half lidded crimson eyes was a beautiful sight to behold. It was akin to a blood red moon over the tawny desert. Seth moaned huskily into the depression of the pelvis. The vibrations of the sound raced into the skin, peaking excitement. The surrounding flesh caved in, agonizingly attempting to avoid the touch. Pleasure slithered rapidly down his body, adding to the throbbing need between his legs.

Oh Ra..."What are you doing?"

"I'm teaching you to be strong. Now, promise to keep your hands to yourself while I remove the rest of your clothing, my lord?"

He barely nodded. Sweat slid down his tan neck as he kept himself from making noise. He wasn't weak, though this was a very strange test.

Seth looked skeptical for his part, his blue eyes laughing. "Can't trust you, can I?"

The priest dipped his head. His teeth fastened around the catch that held the kilt together and pulled. The string came loose and the cloth fell apart, revealing a raging staff of flesh, stiff and hard.

"Beautiful. Don't be surprised, you can't be a boy forever."

He keened softly. "Please..."

"Never beg, dear Atem. Enemies won't take you seriously."

That shut him up. The struggle intensified. He was determined to come out the winner, yet losing seemed more pleasureable. The tension spiraled out of control as he arched his back and moaned clearly. The heat was rising fast and was eneveloping his body.

Seth was along the inside of his thigh, pointedly ignoring his erection. In fact, the only attention it was getting seemed to be the soft brushes of Seth's hair as he sucked on the inside of his partner's thigh. It was a sensitive, weak spot. Seth attacked it with inhuman strength. The warm mouth roved lazily and agonizingly along the back of his legs, sucking, licking and biting and they moved involuntarily. There was nothing to stop them.

This time, there was an exceptionally violent jerk from his hips when Seth's tounge swirled around his sac. It teased the base of his erection, forcing precum out of the top. He moaned pleadingly and flexed his pinned hands. It was increasingly painful and his breathing turned erractic. With the slick tounge, the brushing hair and the warm air, he was nearing his climax as the pleasure shot up into his mind.

"Seth!" he snarled distastefully as his hips leapt off the sheets.

Instantly, Seth realeased one hand and wrapped it around the base of his length. The hips fell down as the owner cursed loudly in sheer frustration.

"You must know I love prolonging pleasure."

"It's torture." he growled. He was Pharoah, how dèclassè.

Seth chuckled. "Same thing, don't you agree?"

The priest's mouth went on to tease the throbbing length. He received a warm lick on the underside and soft nips on the side. Too late for his liking, the mouth came to a rest on the blunt tip and stayed there, grazing the sensitive top. His breathing quickened as the hand around his length was taken away and the top was given a hard squeeze. After a shuddering breath, he was finally allowed to come, white hot intensity exploding before his eyes. The scene swam, rippled and inverted as he screamed wordlessly and thoughtlessly.

The black spots danced and Seth immediately fell on his lips, sighing deeply.

He opened his eyes to find himself a Living God again. A million thoughts stumbled over his mind as he glared back the empty throneroom and the smirking priest. There was no silk, no kisses. Only his chest was heaving erratically. He looked back at Seth.

"What do you think?"

The priest's smirk became a grin. "You are hopeless, but I shall never tire of teaching you. You'll wake up soon enough."

The figure became distorted. He frowned.

"Wake up.." the voice was so distant at one moment.

"Wake up..." It was close enough to taste.

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Crimson eyes peered out to the harsh light. His full range of vision was blocked by clear blue orbs. He could hear distant voices around him, though he couldn't see who was talking. He could decipher something along the lines of 'God monsters' and '...clash'. Something must have happened. He dueled Kaiba with his God monster, how did that turn out? Who won, anyway?

"Hn. So you're awake."

"Kaiba?" he was confused. Which of his worlds was a dream?

Kaiba was staring down at him in his usual cocky, disdainful way. "Atleast we still have our brain intact. You really are hopeless."

He tried not to grin. "Teach me then?"

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Notes: Pure crap! I got the idea while...contemplating, I guess. I was watching rice cook in the microwave and the idea just came to me. First time, I'm writing this pairing and I'm not exactly proud of this work. (shrug)