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kj_roundrobinSorry this took longer than I meant to; I was going to have it done Saturday, but was busy, and then last night I decided what I had originally written sucked. Hence it got rewritten. This is what happened.
I, of course, am I nervous out of my mind about it, lmao.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alecto_chan, you're a scary act to follow. XD *thumbs up* Anyway...
Are We Still Without a Title? - Chapter 1?
- ashes -
Jono had known from the second that Seth had requested him as 'compensation' that it wouldn't be pleasant - at least not for him. He ached from his punishment, and he could barely walk straight as he followed the priest; he wanted nothing more than to sleep away his pains, both physical and emotional. He hadn't made it out, and he was probably worse off than when he had started.
"Are you worth the trouble you've caused?" Seth asked suddenly. He stopped walking - they had reached his chambers. Jono paused, cringing and scowling as Seth turned and eyed him. Everything about him rubbed Jono the wrong way, from the way he moved to the way he spoke. With any luck, Seth would just go to bed - it was getting late...
Fate was not on his side. Seth's hand settled on his shoulder, moving to trail slowly over his fabric-covered chest. "You're healthy," he said pensively. His hand traveled down further, over Jono's stomach; his fingers brushed over one hand before his hand fell away.
Jono dropped his gaze to the floor, clenching his teeth. He expected such treatment, but he didn't welcome it; Seth's touch made his skin crawl. His mind raced, seeking ways to escape. He could probably overpower Seth; Jono was sure that he was physically stronger...
Seth grabbed his chin roughly, forcing Jono to look up at him. "And you've proven that you're feisty," he continued. His free hand reached up to tweak one nipple through his shirt, and Jono bit his lip against making a sound. He'd be damned before he gave Seth the satisfaction.
The priest only smirked. "Not to mention stubborn. Yes, I suppose you'll do," he concluded. He turned as though to move away, but appeared to change his mind mid-stride; in an instant he had Jono pinned against the wall, lips crushing against his. Perhaps Seth was stronger than he looked, or maybe Jono was weaker for the beating he had received; a spasm of pain snaked up his back, and he gasped, trying to bend away from the wall. That only served to make matters worse for him; his body collided with Seth's, and the other male was able to force his tongue past Jono's parted lips. His hands explored, his mouth plundered, and all his actions were parallel to the arrogance that Jono so despised - as though claiming territory, marking Jono in some way... and all the slave could do was submit.
He hated it.
Seth's hands were more forceful, moving cloth obstructions, and Jono knew what was coming; he was practically trembling in disgust. Of all people, it would be Seth who would have such a power over him - he was the most despicable, and would be the hardest to sneak away from. But Jono swore to himself as Seth's hands ran over his rear end, as their bodies rubbed forcibly together, that the second the priest let his guard down, he would be gone. He had to get to his sister.
Then came the sound of Jono's salvation: someone in the doorway clearing his throat. Seth glared over at the guard standing there.
"Master Seth," the guard said respectfully, averting his gaze from the two men. "The Pharaoh requests your presence." Seth growled low in his throat and inwardly, Jono sighed; no way Seth could get out of that.
The sense of relief didn't last long; Seth leaned in a whispered in Jono's ear, "If you try to run again, you'll live to regret it." With that he left, following the guard. Jono settled on the floor, the threat ringing in his ears. Seth was a fool if he thought Jono was scared. He would still run - he just needed to wait for the opportunity to present itself.
It always did.
*ahem* So I decided to run with the sex-slave thing... because I couldn't really think of anything better to do. Sorry. u.u Hopefully it isn't horribly disappointing. Besides, I had the mental image of Seth sizing Jono up in my head, so I figured it would fit... here's hoping... *hides* *way over there* *in the bushes*
dj_moves2001, you're up. Hopefully I gave you something to work with. ^^;;;;;;;;;;
I, of course, am I nervous out of my mind about it, lmao.
alecto_chan, you're a scary act to follow. XD *thumbs up* Anyway...Are We Still Without a Title? - Chapter 1?
- ashes -
Jono had known from the second that Seth had requested him as 'compensation' that it wouldn't be pleasant - at least not for him. He ached from his punishment, and he could barely walk straight as he followed the priest; he wanted nothing more than to sleep away his pains, both physical and emotional. He hadn't made it out, and he was probably worse off than when he had started.
"Are you worth the trouble you've caused?" Seth asked suddenly. He stopped walking - they had reached his chambers. Jono paused, cringing and scowling as Seth turned and eyed him. Everything about him rubbed Jono the wrong way, from the way he moved to the way he spoke. With any luck, Seth would just go to bed - it was getting late...
Fate was not on his side. Seth's hand settled on his shoulder, moving to trail slowly over his fabric-covered chest. "You're healthy," he said pensively. His hand traveled down further, over Jono's stomach; his fingers brushed over one hand before his hand fell away.
Jono dropped his gaze to the floor, clenching his teeth. He expected such treatment, but he didn't welcome it; Seth's touch made his skin crawl. His mind raced, seeking ways to escape. He could probably overpower Seth; Jono was sure that he was physically stronger...
Seth grabbed his chin roughly, forcing Jono to look up at him. "And you've proven that you're feisty," he continued. His free hand reached up to tweak one nipple through his shirt, and Jono bit his lip against making a sound. He'd be damned before he gave Seth the satisfaction.
The priest only smirked. "Not to mention stubborn. Yes, I suppose you'll do," he concluded. He turned as though to move away, but appeared to change his mind mid-stride; in an instant he had Jono pinned against the wall, lips crushing against his. Perhaps Seth was stronger than he looked, or maybe Jono was weaker for the beating he had received; a spasm of pain snaked up his back, and he gasped, trying to bend away from the wall. That only served to make matters worse for him; his body collided with Seth's, and the other male was able to force his tongue past Jono's parted lips. His hands explored, his mouth plundered, and all his actions were parallel to the arrogance that Jono so despised - as though claiming territory, marking Jono in some way... and all the slave could do was submit.
He hated it.
Seth's hands were more forceful, moving cloth obstructions, and Jono knew what was coming; he was practically trembling in disgust. Of all people, it would be Seth who would have such a power over him - he was the most despicable, and would be the hardest to sneak away from. But Jono swore to himself as Seth's hands ran over his rear end, as their bodies rubbed forcibly together, that the second the priest let his guard down, he would be gone. He had to get to his sister.
Then came the sound of Jono's salvation: someone in the doorway clearing his throat. Seth glared over at the guard standing there.
"Master Seth," the guard said respectfully, averting his gaze from the two men. "The Pharaoh requests your presence." Seth growled low in his throat and inwardly, Jono sighed; no way Seth could get out of that.
The sense of relief didn't last long; Seth leaned in a whispered in Jono's ear, "If you try to run again, you'll live to regret it." With that he left, following the guard. Jono settled on the floor, the threat ringing in his ears. Seth was a fool if he thought Jono was scared. He would still run - he just needed to wait for the opportunity to present itself.
It always did.
*ahem* So I decided to run with the sex-slave thing... because I couldn't really think of anything better to do. Sorry. u.u Hopefully it isn't horribly disappointing. Besides, I had the mental image of Seth sizing Jono up in my head, so I figured it would fit... here's hoping... *hides* *way over there* *in the bushes*
dj_moves2001, you're up. Hopefully I gave you something to work with. ^^;;;;;;;;;;
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Date: 2004-03-01 07:50 pm (UTC)*tackle glomp!*
Seth = creepy. >_____>
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Date: 2004-03-01 07:54 pm (UTC)*maintains place in bushes*
Uhps. Wasn't quite aiming for creepy. Damn. Quick, someone give him a good reason for being creepy! *kidding... kinda*
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Date: 2004-03-02 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-02 07:35 pm (UTC)lol, sure; I've know some pretty sexy guys that were creepy as hell. besides, I figure anyone who wants to keep a sex slave has got to be at least vaguely creepy? *reaching for excuses* ^^;;;
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Date: 2004-03-02 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-02 07:46 pm (UTC)XD
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Date: 2004-03-08 02:13 pm (UTC)