Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Sweetest Sin ❯ The Sweetest Sin ( Chapter 1 )

The Sweetest Skin

~~*~~ Can you imagine us making love?
The way you would feel the first time that we touched ~~*~~

Whatever the Pharaoh wanted, he usually got. However, what he desired was out of the question. He couldn't and shouldn't even think about such a thing, but this was what he wanted, and he couldn't deny it.

He wanted his High Priest - the particular one with sable colored hair, azure eyes and the Millennium Rod. That one would be the most difficult conquest, he knew, but all the trouble would be worth it. Set was not a difficult catch on accident. Whoever had the courage to even try to seduce the Priest in such a way would be worthy of his grace.

Yami regarded him as a god, when in reality Set should be begging to be taken by him. However, Set was just this epitome of beauty and ethereal grace that deserved to be worshipped in the most humble and pleasurable ways. Yami wanted this for himself, but also to make Set happy and replace that mean, cruel demeanor with an emotion much more loveable.

But to taint a Priest in such a way was a sin.

~~*~~ Can you think of it, the way I dream of it?
I want you to see like I'm seeing you
~ It's a picture of perfection
The vision of you and me ~~*~~

The Pharaoh had felt this way only recently, or… sort of. On the Priest's birthday, at a small feast, Set seemed to grow way beyond his years, wise and all, and Yami found him very appealing. This was six months ago, and Set seemed to only get better day by day. This was probably because Yami's hunger for him grew more passionate with every lonely, passing hour.

It was hard enough when all Set wore was an elaborate, knee-length kilt and a cape over his shoulders. The gold and various jewelry only heightened his exotic appearance. His eyes were the most intriguing of all; the cold blue that held so much ambition would look absolutely sexy darkened with lust.

Now as Yami gazed over his balcony and out to his City, he felt himself grow hot under the evening sky. The chill of the breeze did nothing to quail his growing erection from mental images of a certain brunette.

He growled low in his throat. No one was supposed to affect him in this way; he both hated and loved Set for it, though. It gave him another challenge in his life, even if it was one that he would admit defeat to just to get what he wants. Yami only wished that he could break the rules without punishment from the gods.

~~*~~ Your lips upon my lips
Can you just picture this?
Your fingertips on my fingertips
Your skin upon my skin
Would be the sweetest sin

~ Would be the sweetest sin ~~*~~

The next day, Yami must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. He was snapping irritably at those that weren't even annoying! They were just… there and when they spoke to him he glared or gave a sharp retort or order. Perhaps it was the dream he had had last night.

Set was a vision splayed out underneath him. His lightly tanned skin was bathed in torchlight and moonlight, setting him in an ethereal glow. His skin was flushed and slick with passion; his eyes were dark and begging Yami to take him of his innocence. His flesh tasted of forbidden fruit with the smell of some musky scent of an exotic flower. The dream was very vivid and as if the gods had granted him a trip into a parallel universe where his desires were reality.

The Pharaoh woke up hot and aching, and he grudgingly sought release from his own hand, the name of his love tearing from his throat as he reached his apex. He was tired of this. Sooner or even before that, he would get his Priest…

~~*~~ All night, I lie awake
'Cause it's too much to take
Dreamin' about the love that we could make all day
I think of scenes to get you next to me ~~*~~

Speaking of the brunette, Set came into the Throne room at that moment as Yami grumbled upon his chair. The low, mental growling turned into a moan, however, as the tall man entered. He looked flustered and pissed beyond pissed. His hair was sandy and messy as were his white and blue traveling attire. The Rod hung sloppily from his waist.

" Set?" questioned Isis, who was currently in the room beside Yami. She was previously going over the reports of trade made earlier that morning. " What happened?"

Set fixed a falling sleeve of his tunic as he replied. " I was visiting the Temple of Osiris when a small sandstorm suddenly swept by," he practically growled out. " What upsets me is that neither I or my other priests knew about it." His blue eyes flashed. He hated it when he was caught unawares. " My horse had taken some injury as did my servants."

Isis held an amused gaze but said nothing. Her Torc gleamed as she shifted. Yami only stared, unable to take his eyes away from the dirty, bare skin of his secret obsession. Set noticed his lack of response and snapped at him.

" What are you staring at, Pharaoh?" he questioned sharply.

Yami blinked and refocused his attention to fuming azure eyes. He thought that the Priest looked quite attractive so flustered, but he didn't want to say anything. Giving him the most stoic look he could muster, he replied: " Go wash up, then apologize."

" What?!" Set cried incredulously. " I didn't do anything!"

" Exactly. Now, do as I say and all will be fine."

The brunette fixed him a good death glare, but saw the reason of the words and stormed off. Yami watched him go with an intent look in his eyes. Set - in a bath. Perfect.

" Isis," Yami interrupted before she would finish the report, " tell me about them later. I have something to attend to."

The woman looked confused for a moment, but she suddenly looked downward and flushed. " O-Of course, my lord," she stuttered. Yami paid no heed to this and followed his heart's desire.

~~*~~ I want you so bad that I can barely breathe
It's a sign of my obsession
That I can't stop thinkin' 'bout ~~*~~

There were five separate baths for the High Priests by where they slept. Isis usually had one of her own, and the others often either alternated the other four, or bathed elsewhere (which wasn't likely). Set had a particular favorite one on the east side of the hallway right by his chamber. Yami gazed at the closed door and pondered for a while. This was it, wasn't it?

He entered casually, closing and locking the door behind him, surprised that Set hadn't earlier. The said Priest noticed his entrance and glared from within the large basin several feet away. The place smelled of lotus flowers and burning incense. Yami inhaled deeply, quickly becoming intoxicated by the wonderful scents.

" What are you doing here, Pharaoh?" Set asked, scrubbing his hair with one of the liquid soaps produced by a vial by the edge of the pool. He seemed intent on getting out all the annoying sands of the desert.

Yami shrugged casually, ignoring the urge to strip, jump in the water and ravish the brunette within. He just removed the gold from his arms and ankles and sat at the edge, putting his feet into the warm water. " I was just wondering what you did in the Temple to upset Osiris, or another," he replied calmly despite his raging hormones.

Set was oblivious to all this as he dunked his head under the water and washed out the suds in his hair. He resurfaced. " How should I know? We were only performing the normal ritual." His brows furrowed as if debating on something, but then it was gone all together. " I don't think I did anything wrong, nor did my servants."

Yami raised an amused eyebrow. " You don't think you did anything wrong?" he asked teasingly. Set set him with another icy look before turning to get bath wash for his body. Yami gasped. " S-Set, you're back," he cried in alarm. Across the firm flesh, a large, thick series of scratches stained the length along his shoulder blades.

Set swung back around defensively. " That's none of your business," he snapped coldly. " Leave me alone. I can take care of it."

Yami took off his cape and Puzzle before stepping fully into the bath. It came up to his ribs as he slowly made his way to Set, pure concern lacing in his eyes.

" You're hurt."

" It's nothing, Yami."

" No, let me get that."

Yami took the soap from Set and firmly turned the stubborn man around. He inspected the wound and saw grains of sand in the scarlet flesh. He put some lather onto his hands and positioned them above Set's broken skin, not touching yet.

" This will sting a bit," he warned, then touched the scratches. Set jumped but did nothing else, refusing to show his any signs of weakness. Yami cleaned them as best as he could, not wanting to have them get infected before the proper ointments were applied. His hands caressed the injury, willing them to disappear.

Set said nothing for a while. He just stood impassively as his king contented himself by cleaning his wound. Yami then told him to sink lower to get his back into the water. Set hissed as his newly washed scratches touched the warm water.

" Sorry," Yami muttered as he wiped his back clean. " There." He turned and let Set finish the rest of his bath by himself. Yami needed to dry off and change his soaked kilt.

After the bath, Yami took Set into his room to apply the medicines he had in his storage. He gently wrapped soft cloth over Set's shoulder and secured it, making sure that the Priest was comfortable. Set stayed still and said nothing at all.

Yami stood before the brunette sitting at the edge of his bed. His hand trailed from Set's left shoulder to his cheek, rubbing the soft skin with appreciation. Confused azure eyes looked up at him.

" Pharaoh--"

He was cut off as Yami's other hand came up to his lips and set a finger before them. The free hand on his cheek moved through dark damp hair, fisting lightly and then stroking. Yami felt a shuddering breath against his finger and tried to fight back his own.

~~*~~ Your lips upon my lips
Can you envision this?
Temptation that I could never resist
Your skin upon my skin
Would be the sweetest sin
~ That would be the sweetest sin ~~*~~

Before Yami knew what he was doing, he slowly leaned downward and captured his Priest's lips in a soft kiss. His tongue eventually swiped against the plaint pair of flesh. They wielded to him with shy acceptance.

Yami moaned at once as he tasted Set for the first time. He was like some pure, exotic fruit with a fresh crisp. The kiss turned passionate equally on both parts as the two males' passion grew.

The Pharaoh pulled apart, gasping. The kiss alone sent his senses reeling. Who knew what other things would do?

Set's hair was left messy as Yami's hand withdrew. His lips were as rosy as were his cheeks. Darkening azure eyes made crimson ones do the same.

" Set--" Yami began huskily.

" Kiss me again, Yami," the Priest interrupted, desire brightening in his eyes. Yami complied eagerly, all hesitance gone. Set responded just as fervently, drinking the Pharaoh's soul through his teeth. Yami moaned and delved in further, practically shoving his tongue down the other's throat as he grabbed control over the lip-lock. Set let out a groan and arched up, surrendering and offering himself up to his King.

Yami inwardly smirked and held the Priest up against his body. The brunette's legs fell open as Yami stepped closer, running his hands through dark hair and careful to avoid the bandages on his back. They finally broke for air, their labored gasps echoing in the silent chamber. A breeze blew in, and Yami shivered, pressing closer against Set on the bed.

" Lay down," he commanded huskily. " Or does your back hurt?"

Set crawled up to the head of the bed and laid down. He barely felt any discomfort, and it felt as if his wounds were completely healed. Yami crawled up after him, moving between his spread legs and trapping him with his arms on either side of Set's head. He looked down at him for a while before capturing his lips in a kiss - a slow one, this time.

Set's hands shyly roamed Yami's smooth flesh, then grew bolder as his fingers passed over a growing tent at the Pharaoh's kilt. Yami moaned into their kiss and brought his hips flush against the brunette's, growling at the friction. Set arched and wrapped his arms around the petite waist above him, bringing them closer. He felt his skin flush as he let out a shameless groan.

Yami pulled away and smirked down at his Priest. " Are you all right, Set?" he questioned, trailing his hands seductively across Set's chest. It was fortunate that the gauze didn't cover the other's nipples, and he twisted them slightly, eliciting a sharp gasp from the brunette. " Would you like me to continue?" He moved a hand down to the waistline of the kilt at Set's hips, waiting for a reaction before he went further.

Panting, Set spread his legs further apart. His icy blue eyes were smoldered with the fires of desire, and Yami tried hard to control his orgasm at the wanton sight. He unfastened Set's kilt and tossed it aside, running his eyes appreciatively over every inch of revealed skin.

~~*~~ It would feel so good to be so bad
You don't know how bad I want that
I would do anything to feel your love ~~*~~

" Yami…" Set whimpered out, immediately catching the Pharaoh's attention. Yami met his pleading gaze before leaning down and seductively licking his aching erection. Set let out a gasp followed by a moan. Yami repeated the action but took his time, bringing the flat of his tongue from the base to the very tip, making sure to get the pre-cum there.

Set's hips bucked, and Yami held them down as he gave the head a kiss. Set whimpered and entangled his hands in silky, spiky hair. Crimson eyes filled with lust looked up at the Priest.

" What do you want, Set?" he asked in a husky tone, barely able to reign his own desires to devour the brunette. " Tell me."

Through his pants and whimpers, Set barely made out a coherent sentence. Yami between his spread legs, hovering before his cock had that effect on him. " Take me," he gasped out hoarsely, unable to look down any longer and tossing his head to the side. " Please…"

Yami needed no further encouragement, and he took Set into his mouth swiftly, sucking with fervor at each change of pitch in Set's cries. His Priest was very vocal, the Pharaoh mused, and he swiveled his tongue to bring out louder responses.

Fingers gently tugged with restrained desire at Yami's hair as Set felt his approaching climax. Just as the said Pharaoh deep throated him, he arched and came with a cry of his lover's name. He fell wearily back onto the bed, spasms of pleasure still running through his veins. Yami crawled up on top of him and licked his lips like a satisfied feline. Set licked his own lips at the sight.

" Mm, you taste wonderful, Set," Yami moaned, running his hand gently through damp locks. Set purred at the touch. " I want more."

Set looked up and nodded. Yami left his position to look for something. He returned shortly with a vial of oil, and Set blinked as his hazy vision took in proper sight of the bottle.

" Yami," his voice was deep, "that's not regular oil."

Yami smirked mischievously. " Oh, well. Consider this an offering." He uncapped the holy vial and applied the scented substance onto his hands, slicking them thoroughly. Set watched with growing desire.

The Pharaoh urged his legs wider, and Set did so, bending them. A digit felt at his entrance, and he gasped. Yami kissed him passionately as he entered that finger, thrusting rhythmically.

After other fingers were added, and Set was efficiently crying out as a bundle of nerves were hit, Yami withdrew and slathered the rest of the oil onto his cock, moaning at his own touch. Set's neglected erection twitched at the sight of Yami pleasuring himself.

" Now," Set whispered. " Take me."

Yami leaned forward and rested his arms on either side of his head, positioning himself just before Set's entrance. He penetrated in a slow, smooth stroke, wary of the brunette's emotions. When it was all right, he withdrew, then pushed back in, causing the normally stoic priest to whimper in pleasure. Yami smirked and repeated the actions with more fervor.

Soon, they were panting and moaning, licking and biting at every available area of skin. Set tossed his head back as Yami found his sweet spot and gave a particularly hard thrust, ripping a groan from them both. Yami clamped perfect teeth onto Set's exposed neck and the Priest cried out his name passionately.

" Oh gods," Set groaned, meeting Yami's thrusts just as forcefully. " Yami…"

Yami brought a hand down to pump his lover's aching desire. Set let out a cry as he whispered into his ear.

" Come for me, Set," he gasped out huskily, pausing to moan as Set's walls clenched around him. He pulled back and gazed into smoldering azure eyes. " Come with me."

Their movements became faster, each seeking out release. The erotic dance was almost desperate, caught in the moment of passion. They were only focused on each other and the pleasure being shared between them. Set's hands held tightly onto Yami's sides as his lower region began to burn with the warning of release.

"Yami!" Set practically screamed,tossing his head back and spilling his seed over them both. Yami gave one last plunge before falling over the edge himself, Set's name falling from his ruby lips in a possessive growl.

They collapsed and lay spent. Yami moved to withdraw, but the Priest kept him close, keeping his legs around him.

" Stay," he whispered in a cracked tone, his throat sore from his sounds of pleasure. Yami smiled lovingly and kissed Set lightly.

" I will," he replied, snuggling against his new lover. He touched the damp cloth wrapped around Set's form. " Are you all right?"

Set winced then, as if feeling the pain as he remembered it. Yami pulled away then and turn him over. Red streaks leaked though the white material.

" Set," he reprimanded gently, " you should have told me."

He changed the Priest's bindings and they laid back down. As Yami lay in the comforting feeling of Set's chest rising and falling in slumber, he thought about the consequences of committing such a sin. He decided that if there were any, they would all be worth the sweet love just shared.

~~*~~ Your lips upon my lips
Can you envision this?
Temptation that I could never resist
Your skin upon my skin
Would be the sweetest sin
~ That would be the sweetest sin ~~*~~

~~*~~ Your lips upon my lips
Would be the sweetest sin ~~*~~

OWARI

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