#vacillating-spirits

[priestxseto]

@vacillating-spirits continued from [x]

The last strategy meeting had lasted too long, even for him. It was obvious that after four hours of arguing over the same details everyone was getting tired and more agitated. He was sure that the Pharaoh would have been even more grumpy if it hadn’t been for the servant girl who made sure his goblet was always full of wine. No matter how late it was though, he always had to complete his patrols around the palace grounds - to put his mind at rest more than anything else. The desert sands would turn to ice before he placed faith in Mahads skills of protecting the Pharaoh. You would think that having an item that could sense evil would be useful... but not when it was in that mans hands it seemed. He paused, taking in a deep breath of the night air. There was no use in getting annoyed this late in the day. If he got himself too worked up then there was no way that he was going to get any sleep at all. His steps were silent as he walked along the path that he knew so well, eyes keen and scanning the area despite the exhaustion that was tickling the back of his eyes. A small frown formed as he spotted some movement that seemed to come from just outside the throne room. With a soft sigh of annoyance, pushing sleep to the back of his mind, feet still silent but more hurried in nature, the angry, tired High Priest crossed over to where that stupid red cloak had just gone out of eyesight, a silent growl of annoyance escaping from him as his hand reached out, grabbed hold of the thieves shirt - and the other way he could think on making him not scream out and attract more attention - was to plant his lips over the thieves, pushing him up against the nearby wall. Perhaps frustration was also what caused him to share this type of kiss with the person that he wished to destroy - but there was a small sense of achievement as he saw the colour flood into Bakura’s cheeks, Seto grinning towards the other, placing a finger against his own lips to warn him to be quiet. “I see the little stray cat has wondered into the Palace again? Were you attempting to play at being King?” he laughed low, reaching out and grabbing hold of his cloak once again, pulling him close once more. “Now - what do I have to do in order to get you to behave?”

[heartof-thepharaoh-blog]

@vacillating-spirits continued from (x) A soft voice was attempting to whisper to him about the danger that he should be feeling. A voice so weak though that it was easy to ignore within this blissful like state of mind he currently found himself residing within. Here, he had no responsibilies, no worries, no fears. All was darkness, all was numb and yet there was something that called for his attention, something that made him wish to be here.  But where was here? He was surrounded by darkness, clinging to his mind, to his very soul and for a split second he was worried he may have gone blind. Worried that was all. He could not summon up a stronger emotion. All he could do was kneel there and take in what he could from what was going on around him. He could sense that someone important was close by. Someone who he wanted to please.  Why was that though? Wasn’t he the Pharaoh? Wasn’t he the King? Such useless thoughts were pushed back into the numb darkness - his skin feeling as though it was on fire for a moment as a hand touched against the soft surface. So he wasn’t alone then. His heart sarted pounding wild within his chest, the desire to see growing stronger. But though he wasn’t bound - he sat still as this person before him tilted his head upwards.  He felt dizzy with both confusion and anticipation, shivering despite the fact that there was no air. A dim part, a small section of his mind was still attempting to tell him of how wrong this all should feel but those voices grew quiet as a thumb was felt brushing against sensitive lips, a short quiet gasp of surprise escaping from the young Pharaoh. No one was suppose to do this. Not without his permission.... Yet that was no longer the case. That was no longer what was to be. No. Whoever this was before him was his master. Whoever this was could do anything to him. He shouldn’t put up a fight. He didn’t have any need to. All he needed was to serve this person, to make them happy. He’d hurt enough people as it was. 

He swallowed hard as fingers continued to trail along the lines of his body, tilting his head slightly more as delicate, sensitive skin of his neck was touched - the King finding out for the first time just how he enjoyed that. Another shiver, then another - rules were being broken, forbidden touches were being laid upon his skin - yet he found himself wishing for more. His master deserved more. Much more than he could ever offer.  Feeling hot breath against the side of his ear, Atem shivered even more, another short gasp of pain or pleasure escaping from dried lips as teeth marked his skin. Again, more shivers. The words spoken seemed to melt into his blood, flowing through his veins like venom. Numbing his mind more from that small voice of reason that was attempting to break Atem free from whatever this was that he had fallen under.  The more that his master spoke, the more of a trance he seemed to fall under. What was there to fight over? What was there to fear? His Master knew what was right. His Master would tell him what to do. He no longer needed to worry over such pointless matters. Treasure? Him? No. No he was nothing.  A louder cry of pain came the next time his ear was bitten, followed by a small whimper. That had hurt and he had to wonder if perhaps he had done something to upset his Master? A thought that only grew in strength as nails dug into flesh, his breathing becoming harder, his heart beating faster. Under this man’s control or not - he still had that strong desire to live. Though were that came from he did not understand.  “Yes Master” - the words were so simple, so easy to say. life was easier this way.

[snowflakeryo]

Scene from my Discord role-play with @vacillating-spirits and @askduelistyugi 

[priestxseto]

@vacillating-spirits continued from (x)

It was not so strange to find the high priest wondering through the palace corridors at night. His natural dislike and distrust towards his fellow Priest Mahad often lead to these midnight walks - double checking the security to have been placed within the Palace. Just because the nights had been peaceful recently did not mean that the security should be relaxed. Yet that was how it seemed to be. The halls were silent, the guards were few and it was taking everything within his self control to not march over to the Magician’s quarters and pull Mahad out of bed for an explanation. There was lax - then there was this. At war or not, there would always be those who wished to steal from the Palace coffers or worse - hurt the Pharaoh.  For someone who claimed to be best friends with him, it seemed as though he had little regard for the amount of protection to be offered. He sighed, footsteps echoing off the marble floors, turning to head off back towards his room when a shadow caught the corner of his eye. And that was what he was talking about. A mouse, no a rat had managed to sneak it’s way inside the walls and yet the useless guards seemed blind to the possible threat.  If you wanted something done it seemed you needed to get it done yourself. He walked quickly around to where he’d seen the figure, eyes narrowing on his back. He could have easily attacked him from behind but there was little honour in such a thing.  “Why hello there. Did you happen to take a wrong turning?” He spoke as causally as he could muster while inside his temper was rising ever higher, his eyes cold as they glared back towards this stranger who was foolish enough to meet his gave. One hand had fallen to rest beside his hip, near the rod incase it was needed, his eyes scanning over the males face, slowly tracing along the length of the scar that was there.  Ah. So the King of Thieves himself had managed to break inside? Mahad truly had failed the Pharaoh that night.  “Do you take me for some type of fool?” he snapped out, at the same time as pulling out the rod, the item glowing brightly as he pointed the head towards the thief “Your face is quite well known to all of us, Bakura. I suggest that you come with me quietly - or face the consequences of attempting to run” 

[snowflakeryo]

[x] @vacillating-spirits

Ryo inhaled through his nose before finally speaking, “You have something on your face.” he then reached out and, with the same expressionless look, tapped the others nose, “It’s my finger. Haaaa~”

Ryo had not slept in three days.