EnsTren: (*pets broody seto who is fiddling with the concubine outfit, considering putting it on, considering the test*)
EnsTren: (He's not sure if he wants to)
Edmondia: (Aww.)
EnsTren: (he knows he wants/needs to test him, but he's trying to figure out a diffrent way)
EnsTren: Seto: *fiddles and broods*
Edmondia: Seth: *shampooing*
EnsTren: Seto: *sucks it in and puts the priest clothes by the bathroom door and then runs to the room, dressing... and locking the door behind him*
EnsTren: Seto leaned heavily against the door, pressing his cheek to the smooth cold faux stone. He was shaking hard now and knelt upon his hands so he wouldn't hurt himself.
EnsTren: He wondered what he was doing. He wondered if he was insane. He knew that his Yami would come.
Edmondia: Did he want him to?
EnsTren: Yes, he needed him to. He was afraid but he MUST do this now lest he lose his nerve completely.
Edmondia: //...hikari?//
EnsTren: He gasped, then shuddered, slowly getting himself under control.

/You will play./
Edmondia: //Will I?//
EnsTren: His mental voice was trembling but had a perceivable core of steel in it. This was something he had to do.

/You will play as you did when you tested me or I will not let you in,/ into the room, into me, into my heart.
Edmondia: //And how long must I play, dear light?//
EnsTren: This gave him pause, he was so nervous, so wrapped up in doing this that he forgot to think much past this. /While in the room unless I say./
Edmondia: //...are you sure you want this?//
EnsTren: /No, that's why I have to,/ know I can trust you as much as I did again.
Edmondia: //...I don't want to scare you again.//
EnsTren: /Too late for that, don't you think?/ he asked, no false mildness, no crack of the whip. He simply made a statement in the form of a question.
EnsTren: /I need to know if I should be frightened of you./
Edmondia: //...//
EnsTren: Seto leaned against the door and waited.
Edmondia: //...then open the door, little slave.//
EnsTren: He shuddered and moved aside, smoothing down the skirts, and opened the door for him. He did not look up, only bowed slightly, eyes on the floor. All his insides seemed to be connected to strings which tied in a tight painful cutting knot around his heart.
Edmondia: A swirl of purple entered his vision, and his gut clenched. The heavy doors slammed behind him.
EnsTren: The string on his diaphram also seemed yanked and he put his hands on the floor as he pressed his forehead down to the stone, bringing his shaking under control.
EnsTren: NotGozaburoNotGozaburoNotGozaburo, his mantra over and over again. He had a extremely thin silver collar around his neck, and it felt too tight now, even though he could literally rip it off.
Edmondia: Cool metal pressed lightly against his cheek.
EnsTren: He shuddered violently and glanced over nervously, eyes hidden under his bangs and lashes, what?
Edmondia: His breath froze when he realized that the bladed end of the Millennium Rod lay gently against his cheek.
EnsTren: He did not breathe, did not move, did not blink. Even his thoughts stopped for a whole second before tumbling over each other. What was he supposed to do? Kiss it? Sit up? Move away? Hold still?
Edmondia: He held very still when it slid down his throat, the point coming to rest just between his collarbones.
EnsTren: His chest did not rise and fall with breathing, though his lungs burned and protested. He watched the blade, the rod, the floor and his stance.
Edmondia: A flash of silver movement, and then he was staring down as the collar he wore slipped from his neck and fell to the floor.
EnsTren: He started breathing deeply, almost hyperventilating, not because he was scared, or not just because of it, he did so, letting his throat expand as he breathed and swallowed because now it felt like he could.
Edmondia: Slim fingers wound into his hair and tugged gently.
EnsTren: And he obeyed, following the tug, standing up and looking paler than usual. He looked beautiful, but not at the same time because of the cocoon of fear around him, around his heart. But he did not back down, though he kept his eyes politely averted.
Edmondia: He nearly squeaked in surprise when Seth dropped his hat into his hands.
EnsTren: He fumbled but caught it, held it, bowed his head slightly and bit his tongue lightly.
Edmondia: It was followed by the rest of his yami's outer clothing until his arms were full. A gentle hand to his spine shoved him away, and he nearly stumbled.
EnsTren: But he caught himself and walked, he had been practicing in the little slippers. He went over in the direction he was shoved in and placed the clothing neatly out on a low, plain, table near the wall, having to kneel slightly and never once letting the exquisitely dyed cloth touch the ground.
Edmondia: Slim hands fell on his shoulders.
EnsTren: He froze again and waited for instructions.
Edmondia: But Seth said nothing.
EnsTren: The hands did not do anything either, at least not right away. So he slowly unfroze and pretended to fuss just a little over his clothes and neatly putting the hat on top, trembling all the while.
Edmondia: But then the hands skimmed down his shoulders and came to a delicate halt above his hips, and Seth was kneeling behind him, barely a breath away.
EnsTren: He was shivering so badly you could see it and he delicately put his hands upon the floor, leaning slightly foreward. This? Here? Now? What?
Edmondia: A soft cry escaped his lips when Seth pulled him backwards, hard, dragging him to his chest and slamming his mouth down over his own.
EnsTren: He moved slightly, a first squirm, then forced his limbs into compliance, to not fight. He opened his mouth and let him put the rotted maggot in.
EnsTren: It took him a little while but he responded to the kiss, kissing back and suckling on his tongue and twisting his own with Seth's.
Edmondia: He tried not to squirm when Seth wrapped a leg around his waist and slid his hands down his chest.
EnsTren: He whimpered only and let him, his nipples tightened into pebbles and moans came from his mouth. His hands clenched into tight fists in his lap as he withstood it.
Edmondia: Then Seth's hands were twined into his own, resting atop them, and he was frozen with surprise when his yami started guiding his own hands across his stomach.
EnsTren: He followed the little movements, soon mimicing them with gentle guidance. Nervousness apprent, fear tasteable. Will and willingness overflowing.
Edmondia: Against his chest while Seth suckled on his ear, down his sides, down his thighs and back up again, brushing over silk and silk in equal measure.
EnsTren: It made a flame burn low in his abdomen. It called forth arousal and need that made him ache.
Edmondia: It made his yami chuckle and bite his neck while their joined hands plunged beneath the flimsy material that he wore.
EnsTren: Seto moaned and squirmed in Seth's lap, his hips give a short thrust into their hands. Aching and whimpering and forgetting just a little what game they played.
Edmondia: Their slim fingers curled around him and started to stroke.
EnsTren: Seto writhed and moved in his lap, slim perfect body rubbing against Seth's, rubbing though his pants and against him.
Edmondia: Seth drew in a harsh breath and pressed him down harder against him.
EnsTren: Seto continued to writhe and move in his lap and against the floor, his little scrap of clothing doing almost nil to hide and shield his arousal.
Edmondia: Seth growled softly, suddenly letting go and twisting Seto around so they were facing each other, dragging him close and kissing him again.
EnsTren: And Seto whimpered into his mouth as the rot and sweetness was forced in. His hips rocking against Seth's leg.
Edmondia: Seth moved against him, one hand tangling in his hair, the other landing low on his waist, growling again.
EnsTren: And he whimpered back, submissively, dragging his mind back to what he was doing and calming, behaving.
Edmondia: Seth pulled him into his lap, raking his nails down his back and making him shudder.
EnsTren: Making him mewl and rub harder against him, clinging to him with utter delight and abandon.
EnsTren: Or at least it seemed so.
Edmondia: Seth purred.
EnsTren: It felt like his spine was being exposed to the open air and being ripped out and he clung even tighter to him to escape it, whimpering as he pressed his body to him.
Edmondia: And then Seth pushed him away.
EnsTren: And he fell to his hands and knees on the floor, panting harshly and trembling trembling, hard and hot, visibly so and wanting it.
EnsTren: He pressed his forehead to the ground again.
Edmondia: Seth shoved him onto his back, eyes narrowed.
EnsTren: His eyes were wide and dilated with fear for the brief instant they accidentally met, and Seto lowered them quickly. Laying there where he was shoved he made a disturbingly ravishable picture, arms slightly up and bent, legs open and his arousal completely evident.
EnsTren: He was shaking, and his back hurt, he waited, wetting his lips.
Edmondia: Seth leaned over him, coming dangerously close to pinning him down, close enough to brush noses.
EnsTren: And his eyes were still down, though his throat tensed and he stoppped breathing again.
Edmondia: "Look at me," Seth hissed.
EnsTren: And the eyes snapped up, that beautiful startling blue that put both sky and Nile to shame. Dilated almost completely with his fear and nervousness, the length of his body trembled under him.
Edmondia: Seth smirked down at him.
EnsTren: And he whimpered with fright back, his shuddering increasing. He looked quite... delectable.
Edmondia: So he dragged his hips up and pushed against him hard enough to drag a soft cry past his lips.
EnsTren: Sweet parted plump lips, eyes fluttering from pleasure.
EnsTren: (annnd I need to go to an appointment, which I may be late to anyways)