Better late than never...

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Seeing how long it takes me to get out each chapter of ‘Nedjem Bit’, should it be any wonder at the length of time it took me to get my contribution posted?
Since this began with the Egyptian storyline, I felt the need to return to that. Not that the current timeline banter wasn’t nice, but are Seth and Jono still in ‘Master and Servant’ mode, or are they starting to understand each other as well as their own feelings?

"So, are you just going to lie about all day, slave?" The high priest smirked in the direction of the sleeping Jono, knowing full and well that the other could not hear his derisive words. He took a moment longer to admire the view presented him during these early morning hours with the sun climbing just beyond the edge of the window to play against bronze skin and golden hair, highlighting old scars that ran deeply into flesh and the bandages that hid newer injuries from view.

Then he shattered the serenity of the scene with a movement of his hands, a basin propelled forward to spill its liquid contents over the bed and its sole occupant, the droplets of water catching the sun’s rays like gemstones before slapping against Jono’s back.

Jono jerked once with a gasp as the cold water stung at the healing lacerations along his back, followed by a quiet hiss as his sudden movements sent nerves aflame with intense pain. His bandages were soaked and the sheet around his waist clung to his legs wetly as he turned to disentangle himself so as to glare at the priest. However the intended effect was lost between the fresh agony pulling at his back muscles and the clumsy effort of being tangled further in the now soaked bedding.

Seth merely stood there with an almost-delighted smirk, like a master discovering a new trick his pet could do. The basin sat quite innocently on the table nearby, the sides still glistening wetly. “So, are you going to lie there and sleep the day away? Slaves were supposed to work, the last time I checked."

Ignoring the pain that speared through him, Jono finally freed himself, pushing from the puddle he'd been laying in, rivulets of water snaking in trails along his bare shoulders and chest that illicited shivers in the early morning air. His honey gold eyes were like twin molten pools of pure hatred, cheeks aflame with the rampant emotions, praying for just the strength to lash out at his tormentor just once. "What was that for?"

"I had to wake you up somehow," came his non-chalant reply as shoulder rolled in a suddenly disinterested gesture. “You’re of no use to me asleep.”

One hand slid dripping bangs back from his face as his gaze darkened significantly. "Can't find enough hours during the night to torture me? Besides, being unconscious never seemed to stop you before."

“What bothers me is of no concern of yours, hem,” he shot back before his hand did, elegant fingers gripping fiercely at the sopping golden strands of hair. With a violent yank, he pulled Jono into a painful position before his lips crushed with bruising force in a kiss that utterly claimed the slave, marking him as his. Satisfied with this brief taste of dried blood on broken lips and the indignant cry of pain that was muffled by the heated exchange, he threw Jono away, his nude body plopping wetly against the bed as he recuperated from the kiss.

"If you were discovered still abed at this hour, I'd have a lot of explaining to do about spoiling a slave." That said, he spun on his heel, stalking towards the chamber door without sparing a glance behind at the other.

He seethed at the casual dismissal; nearly launching himself from the bed if it had not been for the painful reminder that Seth had so gleefully etched into his back the night prior. So he settled on a frustrated growl before calling out after the priest, "Despite what the Per-a'a has demanded, you take your pleasure in my body and spilled blood? That because I refuse to see you as anything more than a master in name only gives you the right to violate and humiliate me utterly? If I was found at all, even at this hour, you'd have to explain why I'm worse for wear than when under the Pharaoh's service.”

"No, I can explain how disrespectful you are and that proper punishment should be and has been given."

And he picked up the basin, the very one that had been dumped on him, using every ounce of his remaining strength to cast it at the priest. It shattered into deadly fragments of pottery as it struck the doorframe, though by accident or purposefully aimed that way it was not known. Jono felt momentarily satisfied, never mind that the pain was renewed from the frantic motions or that it meant more work for him. Angry tears glittered in his eyes, a hatred so pure burning in his heart. "I hate you!"

The High Priest's voice called back, slowly moving father away. "I'm glad you care enough to develop such a strong feeling." And with that said the door closed behind him, knowing that his fiery slave would have his hands full for the rest of the day changing the linens and setting the bedding to dry with the injuries sustained, a pleased smirk on his face. And from the other side of the closed door came an anguished cry of frustration, Seth realizing that it wasn’t long now before his newly acquired slave would be ready…

That was something I noticed while reading back-logs... Atemu specifically requested that Seth not mistreat Jono...yet all he has done is rape and abuse him.
But I rather enjoyed the limited accuracy on the caste of slavery and the sexual dominance displayed by Seth spitting out Jono's ejaculation.
Writing sadistic!Seto was hard for me...

Sorry for the long wait, reppu. Your long-awaited turn.