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Red Ombos	By : neffinesse Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Myths Views: 8967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Edited 2. October to add: I only reinterpreted the myth. If you want to read any one of the originals, it's pretty easy to track down via Google. Anyway, just to be safe, this is not my story.

This is a fictional mix of the many, many varied versions of this night. Nobody can really agree on how it went down, but it is known that Seth tried to shag Horus, in one way or the other, in order to humiliate him.

Oh, yes, and I'll be using the Egyptian versions of the names, rather'n the Greek, so here's a handy-dandy list. Now let's get to the sex!
dramatis personæ:

Heru: Horus (Horus our hero (the OMG UKE!!1))

Heru-ur: Haroeris (Horus the man; also, a character on Stargate SG-1)

Heru-sa-Auset: Harsiesis (Horus son of Isis (what Sutekh says to imply
Heru's a momma's boy))

Auset: Isis (Horus' mother and can carry a grudge from here to Antarctica)

Auser: Osiris (Horus' very dead father, lord of the underworld)

Sutekh: Seth (Horus' wicked uncle and our villain (the OMG SEME!!1))

Nebh-het: Nephtys (Horus' aunt and Seth's neglected wife)

Het-heru: Hathor (Horus' girlfriend and really pretty)

Anpu: Anubis (Guardian of the dead with an unknown father, poor boy)

RA: Re (The BIG DADDY in the sky; Ra bless and all)

RED OMBOS

The gigantic audience chamber was silent and the throne abandoned
beneath a mural depicting a cluster of lotus, waving towards the
queen. The woman was made in gold and lapis lazuli, ivory and ebony, a
splendid tribute to the queen-goddess Auset.

Except she was not the queen. Not anymore. She had disappeared briefly
after her husband Auser, and Egypt had stood back, confounded, and in
their grief turned to the only heir remaining.
He had graceously accepted his brother's throne and lamented his
sister's disappearance, promising wealth and prosperity with his mild
sister-wife at his side. Until she too had disappeared.
Now Sutekh stood alone before the mural and his throne and pondered on
the fate of his sisters. He was not worried, not truly; Auser was
dead, and his wife's magic could do little to change that, wherever
she and Nebh-het were. Still, he knew, the common folk regarded him
with suspision, watching all threats to his power fall away one after
one. And he looked so strange, all red hair and white skin, not near
the gold and ebony of his kin.
But he smiled and he laughed, and he assured the people looking to him
that all would be well, and the mystery of Auser's presumed death
would be explained.
Stepping past the spot were he had fooled and murdered his brother,
Sutekh ascended and sat on the throne. It would be long, he felt, before anyone would threaten his power.

~*~

His mother had not approved of his coming here. "Be wary of your
uncle," Auset had said as she watched him prepare. "He is more cunning
than his behaviour would lead you to believe; his mind as keen as his
muscle."

"Yes, mother," Heru had said obidiently, for he was a good son.
"Do not trust him close to you, for he would not hesitate in killing
you. He killed your father amidst a great crowd."
Oh, yes; his father. Auser, the heir of RA to the throne of the gods.
All his life, Heru had been raised to avenge Auser's death at his
uncle Sutekh's hands, and that was yet another reason for his mother's
reluctance to let him attend this feast.
But Heru was tired of battling a god who was widely known to be the
strongest. He was young - too young, if one asked RA - and his
surviving the battles against his uncle was more due to luck or
intervention, than it was to skill. When Sutekh had cornered him the
day before and offered to find a peaceful solution, Heru had been more
than willing.
"Come to Ombos tomorrow evening, nephew," Sutekh had said. "I am
holding a feast; come drink and eat as my friend, and we'll talk this
undesirable situation over. I'm sure we can both be sensible."
Of course Heru had agreed. And of course Auset had argued. "What of
your father? He will go unnavenged if you simply agree to a
compromise!"
He could not tell her that he did not truly care. He heard much of
Auser, and of the great joys he brought to Egypt, but it was hard to
be angered over the murder of a man he did not know. Heru sighed and
tried the wine, finding it too bitter but still drinkable. He took a
goblet and looked across the desert to the west. He much prefered the
black soil and swaying lotus blossoms of his home in the Delta to this
infertile landscape.
"You're keeping very to yourself."
Heru blinked and turned to face his uncle. "Forgive me, my lord; I'm
not in a sociable mood."
"Too far from mother?" said the pharaoh, pale lips drawn into a broad
smile. Alone among the gods, Sutekh did not have raven hair and golden
skin. His skin - and his heart, according to Auset - was pale
alabaster, and his hair and eyes as red as the desert land which he
loved.
"I can handle well without my mother," said Heru, perhaps a bit too
curtly, and turned from the pale god.
"Of course; forgive me. I sometimes forget that my humour is not as
appreciated among my kindred as it is among my friends." The apology
sounded sincere, and Heru nodded in acceptance. "You've not eaten,
nephew. Are you afraid I shall poison you?"
"Not so much fear, my lord, as a healthy sense of caution," said Heru wryly.
Sutekh laughed, and it sounded like distant thunder. "Well spoken! But
I really must insist upon dragging you into the crowd. What sort of
impression would I make if I let my magnificent nephew linger in the
shadows?" Taking Heru by the elbow, he led him across the crowded
floor to where servants stood with food.
"You flatter me, my lord," said Heru helplessly, swept into the warm,
perfumed mass of people.
"Not at all; your dear mother-" Heru noted, with discomfort, the
bitterness in his uncle's voice, "-is not lying when she brags of your
beauty. How is it that litany goes again?"
"I cannot recall, my lord," Heru said with vague desperation.
"Hm, well, not that important either way. Eat!" Sutekh gestured to the
varied foods spread out before them. "I understand also that looking
into your eyes is seeing truth. An amusing fairytale!"
Heru ate reluctantly, letting the pharaoh talk.
"Your father had special eyes, too, but I hear yours are fairer."
Heru looked up suddenly at the mention of Auser. "My lord?"
"Ah, that seemed to get your attention," said Sutekh, laughter on his
voice like storm on the horizon.
Heru tried to keep a neutral expression. "I know too little of my father."
"Mm," agreed Sutekh, "I'm sure you do. Are you discontent?"
"Pardon?"
"Do you not like it here, in my desert retreat?" He raised his
eyebrows and his wine goblet both, looking expectantly at his nephew.
"I... I prefer the swaying lotus and darkened soil of the delta," said
Heru, and then added diplomatically, "for that was where I grew up."
"Ah, yes! That was where Auset squirreled you away from me!" laughed
Sutekh, sounding as if he would have wanted to do nothing more than
meet his brother's son for a friendly talk.
"You managed to find me," said Heru before he could stop himself. He
still had the scar from a snakebite that nearly killed him.
"I do recall your mother blaming me for her own negligence," said
Sutekh, and there was poison behind his smile.
Heru decided to end that thread of conversation before he inflamed his
uncle's infamous temper; or his own. "I've not had a chance to see
Ombos much, so I fear my assessment of it is somewhat lacking, my
lord."
Sutekh smiled again, and this time it looked genuine. "Is that so? A
shame and a pity. Allow me to rectify it, young friend. This way." He
swept between guests that parted willingly for him.
Heru blinked, surprised, and followed, wary of every shadow. Amidst
a great crowd, indeed.
A stair led up through the ceiling, and Sutekh manouvered past the
revelers lounging on it, gesturing the younger god along.
Heru followed him up and was rewarded with a land frozen in red death
under a sunset. Even the shores and waters of the Great River Nile shimmered in crimson hues, a bloody ribbon beneath the sun.
"Look," Sutekh said and gestured across the desert. "Beautiful, is it
not? Red land; my land." His voice was satisfied.
The sunset was colouring everything, and Heru felt as if he was
drowning in red. "I prefer plantlife, my lord."
"So contrary," murmured Sutekh. "Much like your father."
"He was a good king," said Heru, not without rancour.
"Not enough of one to keep the throne," answered Sutekh evenly.
"He did have considerable help in being abdicated, my lord," said
Heru, looking at his uncle. "As I assume I would if I were merely to
take what is rightfully mine."
Sutekh looked at the horizon, his all ready crimson eyes gleaming in
the light of the dying sun. "And what is rightfully yours, Heru? I
have governed Egypt well, and I alone can do combat with Apep when he
rears against RA. Why does blood alone give you the right to my
crown?"
Heru fell silent for a moment. "I do not wish to discuss this. Not here."
"But isn't that why you came?" said Sutekh, his voice vaguely surprised.
Heru saw lightning in his eyes and heard thunder in the distance, and
smiled grimly. "Yes. But you brought me here to kill me."
Sutekh smiled equally grimly, measuring the younger god. "You're not
as dense as your mother's behaviour would lead one to suspect. Or did
she merely warn you against me?"
"She did, but I disbelieved her. I can see your intent quite clearly
on my own, now and here, in this place."
"I wonder if one really can see truth and future in your eyes, my
young friend," mused Sutekh and turned away from the sunset. "Come,
let us go back down; Auser claims the sun, and it leaves a bitter
taste in my mouth."
Heru could not help the smirk that spread on his face. "You cannot
take all from him, my lord."
The pharaoh turned his eyes on Heru, studying him with intent. "But I
can take enough." He took Heru's elbow once more and led him back
down; somehow the grip had turned more intimate than before.
Heru felt dizzy and swallowed. "I do not intend to let you, my lord.
All that you take from my father, you take from me."
"Not this, Heru." They stopped at the entrance to the hall, and Sutekh
smiled. "Drink; dance; make merry. I shall talk to you when the stars
are out. Until then, I'm sure your cousin wishes to see you." He
pointed, and Heru saw a flash of green. Sutekh released him and
disappeared into the crowd.
"Anpu," said Heru, and made his way to his cousin-maybe-brother.
Anpu spun to face him; strange and lofty Anpu, whose father was
unknown and who hid his hair under a veil of beads. The beads
clattered like rain on stones. "Heru! I have searched through-out the
hall for you!" The Guardian of the Dead looked mildly reproachful, and
obviously hazzled by the many people around him.
Heru smiled. "Forgive me. I was speaking to the king." Heru could not
help but chuckle at his expression. "We spoke only of this sad
debacle."
"And what did he say?" asked Anpu.
"Nothing of importance," said Heru airily. "He said we were to discuss
it in depth later tonight."
Anpu sighed. "Take care, Heru; Sutekh would not be adverse to killing you."
"Mother all ready told me, and Sutekh has admitted to have my murder
in mind," Heru said, sighing, "but I can look after myself."
Anpu looked unnerved. "Auser was furious when he learned you had gone.
He sent me to get you out from here."
"I'm not leaving," said Heru, voice raising slightly in annoyance.
"Why do none of you believe I can look after myself?"
Green beads swayed as Anpu shook his head. "I would not forgive
myself, should Sutekh kill you, friend." He sighed. "Understand, Heru,
it is not distrust in you, but in him. He is old and he is wily."
"I know how to handle myself," said Heru, somewhat molified. "Please,
let me deal with this as I see fit."
The god, dark though he was pale from the netherworld and garbed in
white, hesitated but then bowed and turned. "I shall inform Auser," he
said. "Take care."
Heru sighed and, when offered another goblet, swallowed the wine in
one long gulp, allowing the heaving mass of people to sweep him away.
The sparse sunlight disappeared completely, and servants came in to
light the many oil-lamps, making the room warmer even than under the
sun. Heru drank the wine offered to him, and let the dancing girls
sweep him around again and again. The perfume made him sneeze, but his
laugh grew louder as he grew more and more pleasantly dizzy.
Here and there, people fell back against the walls, exhausted and
drunk, but Heru saw only the people laughing with him. Somewhere he
could hear the rumbling laugh of his uncle, and it confused him. He
stopped briefly, trying to stand steadily.
"Come dance with me!" cried another girl, laughing, and drew him back
into the fray. He tried to remember if he had ever seen her before.
"No, I need drink!" he cried back and pulled from her grip, instantly
lost in the crowd once more. He stumbled against a clumsily dancing
man and caught himself, going between a group of loudly laughing
people clad in blue and white.
Somewhere along the way, he spotted a servant standing against the
wall with a decanter of wine. He grabbed his goblet tightly and began
his path, only to find himself suddenly stumbling as a squealing girl
brushed past him. He fell against someone, and arms caught him,
steadied him.
"Perhaps you've had enough?" Sutekh asked, pulling him up to stand straight.
"I thought you reveled in drunken... revelry," Heru managed to force
out, blinking up at the pharaoh.
Sutekh smiled predatorily, his teeth glistening. "Drunken brawls, my
friend; this is fair Het-Heru's domain."
The mention of the beautiful goddess on whom Heru had cast his vague
affections made him half-way sober. "I... yes. Of course." He blinked
slowly, trying to clear his head. "Were we not to discuss--"
"Not yet," said Sutekh, and somehow his quiet voice carried through
the din to Heru. "You are quite handsome."
Heru frowned. "I know. Thank you." He drew a hand over his face, and
it came back moist. He looked around him. Everyone was glistening.
Sutekh was glistening paly.
The pharaoh drew close, and Heru smelled wine on his breath. "How
lovely is your behind."
Heru felt his face warm even further, and his head snapped up to look
at Sutekh. "What?!"
Sutekh's predatory smile widened, and he grabbed Heru's wrist, drawing
him through the crowd to the wall, where the lamps were few and the
air cooler.
"My lord, unhand me!" demanded Heru, his heart pounding.
Sutekh kept his grip, too strong for Heru to break, and regarded the
younger god. In the shadows his hair was less desert-red and more the
crimson of blood.
Heru swallowed. "What is it you want?"
Sutekh laughed, and the brief glint of teeth was coloured golden by
the distant flames. "You! Forgive me my drunken verbality, my friend,
but I fear it is only now, when you are even less steady than I on
your feet that I dare do this." And saying so, he drew Heru close,
pressing their lips together.
Heru froze, his hands still raised in a warding gesture, and looked
into his uncle's darkly amused eyes. He saw the fire dance in their
depths and broke the kiss with a gasp.
Sutekh, undaunted, took Heru's face in his hands and lifted his chin,
biting gently at the tender skin of the neck. Heru shuddered, feeling
sharp teeth nip over the jugular; he did not have to think hard to
imagine his uncle simply tearing his throat out.
"Cease this," Heru croaked, closing his eyes warily.
"No," murmured Sutekh against his neck. "Not yet, Heru-ur. Not at all
yet." His tongue flickered against Heru's neck, and the young god
shuddered.
"What did you call me?" He asked more out of a vague sense of duty
than any real interest. He was too busy marveling at how Sutekh's hair
glinted as he tangled his hands in it. A river of blood running
through his fingers.
"Do you wish to remain Heru-sa-Auset?" asked Sutekh, licking his way
up to Heru's ear. "Or will you accept that I adress you as a man now?"
Heru groaned, pressing the full length of his body against the
other's. He felt warm and red.
"Can you not feel it? Pounding through your veins..." Sutekh pressed
his mouth against Heru's again, and pushed his tongue past unresisting
lips.
And Heru could feel it, pounding and pulsing rhythmically, at the edge
of his senses. A throaty groan surprised him and he realised it came
from him.
Sutekh broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, laughing. "I knew you could..."
Heru mewled softly, grabbing a tighter hold of Sutekh's hair. His skin
flushed with desire and he felt himself growing hard. He swallowed.
"What are you doing to me?"
"Naught," answered the pharaoh quietly, and squeezed him through his
linnen skirt. "Come to my bed tonight."
Heru felt his knees buckle, and he clung tightly to Sutekh. "W-with pleasure..."
Sutekh's teeth glinted once more in flickering light, and he wrapped
an arm tightly around Heru's waist, leading him out into the dark
halls of his palace. Heru looked at him, entranced; the pale god
seemed to glow, ghost-like, in the darkness. Heru resisted suddenly,
pressing his face to Sutekh's neck.
"Not yet," Sutekh ground out, but relented, letting the younger god
press him back against the wall. "We've only a little way to go,
Heru-ur. If you could..." He fell silent as Heru pulled at the cloth
of his elaborate gown and smiled, running golden fingers along his
shaft. "Oh."
"This is good," murmured Heru absently, wrapping his hand around the
hardening member and stroking.
Sutekh gritted his teeth against a groan and pulled Heru close
harshly, forcing a hard kiss.
Making a soft sound, Heru eagerly opened his mouth to grant passage.
His breath catched as Sutekh reached beneath his skirt and grabbed his
shaft as well. He groaned and stroked faster.
Sutekh growled and spun them, slamming Heru against the wall and
pinning him fully, grinding their hips together. He smiled
breathlessly at Heru's urgent gasping.
Heru gritted out a feral moan and pulled Sutekh's face to his, kissing
deeply and longingly. His hips bucked violently when Sutekh's hand
wrapped around his cock, thumb flicking at the sensitive head. "Oh,
gh-g...!"
"You were the impatient one," purred Sutekh into his neck, sharp teeth
tracing paths over his skin. His experienced hands continued their
eager work.
Heru choked back an undignified yelp, thrusting his release into his
uncle's hands. In one glorious moment the red was drowned a burst of
pure light. "Oh..."
Sutekh chuckled softly and richly, thunder on the horizon, and held
the younger god close. Close enough for Heru to feel, without a doubt,
that Sutekh had experienced no relief like himself. He reached down
only to be stopped by Sutekh's hand around his wrist. "No, Heru-ur;
not yet. Come." Once again they moved through the dark passages of the
palace.
"What do you have in mind, my lord?" stammered Heru, following his
uncle on wobbly legs.
"You'll see." In the next instant they were in a lavish room, covered
in red. Red drapes, red carpets, murals in red and cobber, jars and
bowls in red gold. Heru had to stop and breathe, the room swimming
before his eyes. "Too much wine?" asked Sutekh wryly.
"Too much red," answered Heru honestly, looking entranced at the
other's crimson eyes, glimmering in the dim light of the chamber.
Sutekh sighed and drew him to past a pair of fluttering drapes onto a
terrace overlooking one of the few lakes in Ombos. Heru breathed
deeply. "Perhaps my home can be overwhelming for you. I didn't
consider that."
Heru smiled briefly at him, savouring the chill night air. "Yes, you
did. Back when you intended to kill me."
"Who says I don't intend to now?" said Sutekh, chuckling, his voice
somewhat strained.
Heru looked at him, his head clearing slightly, and grabbed the red
god through the linnen of his skirt. "Who says I don't want you to?"
Sutekh gave no indication of either pain or pleasure, measuring Heru
silently. "You're a bit frightening when you're drunk and coherent."
"Everyone is," said Heru; the wine made him daring.
"You're somewhat annoying as well," said Sutekh and grabbed him,
leading him harshly back inside. In the moonlight Sutekh had glistened
pale silver; in the gloom the red swept around him. Entranced by the
play of flickering light on crimson hair Heru hardly noticed himself
falling onto the bed, nor Sutekh joining him there. "You're all
smudged," murmured the chaos god.
Heru blinked. "What?"
Sutekh smiled wryly. "Your make-up, young friend." He passed his hand
over both their faces, and Heru felt a tingle over his skin. He saw
the heavy kohl lines around Sutekh's eyes were gone. "There," said his
uncle, "much better," and kissed him again.
Heru groaned and happily responded, playing his tongue along Sutekh's,
hands grabbing at muscled back. Their bodies pressed together eagerly,
and Sutekh tore at Heru's ornate belt, doing nothing to fend of Heru's
attempts on his own. The younger god pried desperately at knots and
folds, pushing away linnen to finally press flesh to flesh.
Sutekh's hips bucked and he moaned into Heru's mouth, hands grabbing
harshly at his arms.
"How do we do this?" asked Heru breathlessly, digging his fingers into
the other's chest, tracing tight circles.
Sutekh swallowed and licked his lips, trying to calm his ragged
breathing. "There, over on the vanity there's a bare jar; fetch it for
me." He rolled off Heru painfully, panting.
Heru nodded and slipped from the bed, padding quickly over to the
small table. He recognised it it; it looked exactly like his own, the
one Auset said she had fashioned from that of his father-- He cut off
the thought quickly and grabbed the small jar. He turned to return and
froze, seeing the god of power and storms glistening gold and crimson
in the firelight.
"Heru-ur?" Sutekh looked at him, brows creased slightly.
"Sorry; I-I'm coming." He padded over quickly, finding himself in
Sutekh's hold as soon as he sat on the bed, welcoming a deep kiss and
a hand on his cock. He could feel himself growing hard again, biting
at Sutekh's tongue in reflex.
Sutekh winced and smiled, pulling away from the kiss. "Come and lie
down; trust me." He took the jar and guided Heru back, lowering his
head to the golden chest and nipping gently at the nipple.
Heru blinked, surprised at the small jolts of pleasure the action
caused. He swallowed, looking up into the red shadows of the ceiling.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Relax," purred his uncle, drawing circles on his muscles with the tip
of his tongue.
"Relax," repeated Heru. "I can relax." He tensed and closed his eyes,
savouring the firey path Sutekh made down across his abdomen. "I can
definitely relax..."
Sutekh chuckled softly against his navel and turned his head, nuzzling
his cheek against the curve of his belly, lapping teasingly at the
straining shaft.
Heru made a soft, inarticulate sound and licked his lips. He then
gasped and made a sharp thrust when Sutekh's lips wrapped around him.
"Can't relax," Heru gasped, tearing at the other's hair.
"You'll have to," answered Sutekh and gave the head a small kiss
before licking down and down, past the sack and playing around the
clenched hole. "Especially if we want to get anything done." He lifted
his head to look up at Heru.
"S-sorry," Heru managed and tried to calm himself, closing his eyes
and lying back again, enjoying the play of tongue and fingers between
his legs.
Sutekh pushed his legs further apart, tongue teasing the indentation.
"Oh-h," moaned Heru raggedly, hooking one shaky leg over Sutekh's
shoulder. He slowly relaxed, watching the red glints swirling before
his unfocused eyes. "I-I do like this..." He heard the pop of a lid
being pried from a jar, and felt his uncle's slippery fingers play
around the hole. Then a finger was pushed in and the world danced
madly. "Oh, fertile lord!" Heru gasped.
"Don't!" hissed Sutekh suddenly, prying his finger further in,
eliciting a strained sound from Heru. "Don't call upon my brother
here! Not now!"
Heru croaked and managed to find his voice. "F-forgive me... I was
surprised..." Another finger joined the first, and Heru arched his
back, hands clawing at the crimson blankets.
"Don't apologise, love," muttered Sutekh, intent on his task. "Just be
relaxed, or I'll hurt you." He smiled ferally at Heru's suddenly
wide-eyed look. "Not a threat, merely a fact. I don't want to tear
anything."
Heru swallowed and eased back again, lifting his legs up higher. When
a third finger pushed its way in, he managed to squirm only a little,
and kept silent by biting his lip and clenching shut his eyes. In the
back of his mind he wondered how much more Sutekh could fit in; and
thus, surprised at his own vulgarity, his rational ways of thought
shut down and there was only the feel of silk and air against his skin
and his uncle's touches inside him.
"Another one, I think," purred Sutekh, idly probing and stretching,
carefully fitting a last digit inside Heru. The younger god keened
softly into the shadows. Sutekh smirked and stretched gently, sliding
his tongue along Heru's shaft.
Heru writhed and pressed Sutekh close with his leg, yearning and
inviting, wanting... "My lord...!" He felt the fingers pulled
slowly from within him and saw the god of power rise above him like a
ghost in red. Sutekh grabbed his legs and bent till knees touched
shoulders. Heru looked up at him, red and fierce and beautiful as a
thunderstorm, and threw back his head, submitting.
Sutekh's cock pushed into him with only a minor pop, and Heru squirmed
to force him deeper. Sutekh smiled and complied, pushing in with slow,
steady strokes.
Heru hissed softly, rolling his hips in time with Sutekh's motions. "Ah..."
"So very beautiful," whispered Sutekh in his ear, breath coming in
deep sighs. "Golden and raven, sweet and fair, like your father, your
precious father..."
"My lord," gasped Heru and made a strangled sound as his uncle's
thrusts gained speed. Sutekh's muffled moaning and whispering against
his neck sent small shivers down along his shoulder. He buried his
face in the red hair and whimpered.
Sutekh lifted his head and pressed his lips desperately to Heru's,
their hips bucking in an increasingly frenzied rhythm. "My sweet
Heru," Sutekh gasped against his lips. "My king, my hawk above, my
brother's son, I love you, I love you, I love you..."
Heru did not notice when Sutekh stopped speaking and there remained no
sound except the crackling of fire, the rustle of cloth and the soft
sound of flesh rasping on flesh.
It was a steady grinding rhythm, back forth, pleasure of entry and
pleasure of withdrawal. And then Sutekh shifted and angled his
thrusts, and Heru's sight was filled with crimson sparks. He arched up
into the motion, mouth opening in a silent gasp, astonished to feel
himself growing even harder. Sutekh took the opportunity to push his
tongue into the willing mouth, playing against Heru's own. He would
have kissed back but for each thrust stealing all of his all ready
scarce attention.
When Sutekh's fingers gently brushed the underside of his cock, Heru
hissed, trying to buck into the light touch. Each move made the
other's knuckles brush the vein pulsing on the underside of the shaft,
and when the orgasm came it seemed sudden to him.
Sutekh grinned ferally and shifted once more, both position and force,
pounding himself urgently into Heru. The silk beneath them shifted and
curled with each thrust, bunching up in the small of Heru's back. He
clawed at Sutekh's back, slick with sweat. The sound of the chaos
god's ragged breathing was loud in his ears.
Then strong fingers tightened on his hips and, with a shuddering sigh,
Sutekh gave three last strong thrusts. Heru could not feel it, not
really, but still he imagined he felt his uncle's seed within him.
Sutekh arched above him, glittering and red and dazzling, and Heru
closed his eyes to the sight.
Sutekh slumped onto him, trailing lazy kisses along his neck, and
suddenly Heru was aware of the sounds from outside. Gently rippling
water, wind through the small trees, animals skittering to and fro.
And from within, their combined panting, the calm crackling of the
large oil lamp and slithering of silk as they shifted.
Sutekh pulled out and away from him, but he kept his eyes closed,
entranced by the sharpening of his senses.
"So horrid was it?" murmured the red god in his ear, an arm draping
possessively over his chest.
"No, no," said Heru and curled into the embrace. "Just tired."
Sutekh chuckled and brushed kisses across his eyelids. "Then sleep."
Heru, willing or not, obeyed.

~*~

He awoke before his uncle, as the sharp light of dawn crept into the
room through the veils. After the waking and before the headache,
awareness made Heru freeze. What had he done? Blessed sun and fertile
father, what had he done? If the divine council should learn of this--
A snort and soft mumble called his attention to the muscled arm still
draped over him. He looked at the face of his uncle, not peaceful, not
even in sleep, but wrought with chaotic dreams.

Heru felt sick. He had let Sutekh-- Let him-- Swallowing down bile and
shame, Heru slipped ever so carefully free and pulled his crumbled
clothes from the floor. Not bothering to dress, he moved through the
door and started running. He had let his enemy - his own father's
murderer - take him. If it had been the other way around, maybe, it
would have been of little matter, but as it stood...
He all ready knew Sutekh would use this against him. "A man willing to
let another man make a woman of him," he could hear the
uncle-in-his-mind proclaim, "is he fit to rule?" Heru stopped when the
dry heaving overtook him. He looked up into the skylight of the hall,
into the white linnen stretched across it, and was absurdly grateful
that he didn't have to look at the sky.
Auset would kill him. Het-heru would reanimate him and kill him again.
"Fertile father," whimpered Heru and instantly regretted it. His
father was the last one he wanted to call upon.
"Heru!" He looked up in shock and saw Anpu hurrying towards him.
"Heru, I feared for you! Why have you lingered here?!"
"I did a horrible thing," rasped Heru, his throat dry. "Please, can we
leave? I need to see mother. Quickly."
Anpu looked worried and hurried with him through the halls. "What have
you done?"
"I'll tell you on the way," promised Heru, bustling past the few servants awake while fumbling with his clothes.
They stepped into the sunlight and suddenly Heru's head started
pounding and he winced, stopping. "Heru," Anpu said, worry lining his
voice.
"After effects of the wine," Heru managed to grit out. "Never mind it.
Let's just go."
Anpu frowned, reluctant to let it pass, but nodded. "I've two horses
outside the courtyard. Come." He led him over red sand, not yet warm
from the sun, and helped him onto one of the two slender horses
standing in the shade of the gate.
"Tell me what happened," pleaded Anpu as they cantered hastily between chalked houses gleaming in the early sunlight.
"I'll tell you when I tell mother," Heru said, kicking the horse into a gallop when they reached the flat desert. The Nile shimmered to his left and he steered toward it. A boat waited there, Heru knew, to speed them away to Luxor where Auset had taken temporary residence. A sharp sting went through Heru as he shifted on the horse, and he winced even as he felt blood rush to his face.
He was more than grateful when they dismounted and abandoned the horses for the boat. Even so, when the boat sailed into the deeper waters, he watched with an odd sense of worry as they faded in the distance with the harbour.
The sun was well past noon when industrious paddling and the flow of the river brought them to Luxor. Heru stood forlornly on the busy harbour as Anpu accepted the adulations and prayers of the captain, watching the people watching him. Golden skin and raven locks marked him as a god, and his youth belied his identity. He heard whispers of his name and that of his mother and uncle.
Heru clenched his hands and turned to look at Anpu who, finally, managed to step away from the boat-man. "Come," said Anpu soothingly. "Your mother waits for you on the temple grounds."
They made their way through the warm throng, the dust rising in small puffs lifted higher by the constant movement. Heru sneezed, grateful when they slipped between two sphinxes, onto the ceremonial road to Karnak. Polished stone, no dust, but plenty of company. White-clad priests bowed deeply to them, but Heru was too busy trying to stop the incessant tickling in his nose. He had no desire to listen to them, either way; his stomach had tightened in a nervous knot the second he caught sight of the temple.
Anpu took his arm gently and led him inside the gates, but rather than entering the dark temple - Heru could smell incense wafting from within - Anpu led him around to the temple garden, where he heard the laughter of his mother and Nebh-het mingling with the sound of water and caged songbirds.
"My lady," Anpu said, "mother."
Nebh-het drew back the hand that had rested on Auset's arm and looked at them. Auset turned in her seat and rose when she saw her son. "Heru! Sweet, sweet boy...!" She rushed to him, grabbing his face between his hands. "Foolish boy! Do you realise how worried I were? Are you well? Did he hurt you?"
Heru tried in vain to swallows the dry lump in his throat, closing his eyes against his mother's worried look.
The three of them went silent, Nebh-het and Anpu's reunion interrupted. "Heru...?" asked Nebh-het lightly. Her simple dress rustled as she moved closer.
"He did, didn't he?" said Auset with sudden fury. "He tried to kill you! What did he do to you? I'll have him dragged before RA ere the--"
"Mother, please," said Heru in a choked voice. "Please. I'll tell you; just... calm yourself."
Auset was silent, looking at him with fear and worry; Nebh-het brushed her aside with a gentle touch and led Heru to the chairs. "Sit, dear boy, and talk."
Heru obeyed, folding his hands in his lap and staring incessantly at his knuckles. "I drank deeply, and when night fell he drew me to the shadows and-and convinced me to..." When he hesitated, Auset poured him a goblet of wine and urged him to drink, worrying her lip with her teeth. Heru drank and said, "Convinced me to come to his bed. It was hardly seduction; I was more than willing, unthinking of the concequences."
Auset stared at him with horror, but Nebh-het seemed - strangely - unaffected by her husband's adultery.
"I submitted to him. I can only imagine how he'll use this against me." He drained the goblet, hoping his shaking was not noticable.
"Aye," moaned Auset and lowered her head into her hand, "you foolish, foolish child."
"I'm sorry, mother," said Heru quietly, turning the drinking cup in his hands.
Auset leant her head back and watched the sparse clouds. "Very well; we must, it seems, turn the tables."
Heru looked up, fingers tightening on the cup. "What do you mean, mother?"

~*~

Sutekh could not contain the triumphant smile as he sat down for breakfast. A part of him had rather wanted to see his nephew's face upon waking and the full realisation of what he had done, but that the act was consumated was in honesty enough.

He chuckled roundly to himself, the sound of thunder echoing back at him from the corners and pillars, and eyed his breakfast; a bowl full of lush, fresh salat, soaking in its own fertile juices.
Sutekh smiled wider, unaware of his servant returning to the garden, bowing deeply to the veiled Auset.
"It is done, Wise One."
Auset smiled a triumphant smile of her own and waved him away. Yes; everything would work out just fine.
Finishing notes: according to the legend, Isis drew Seth's seed from Horus' body, and mingled Horus' seed with Seth's breakfast, in order to place it in his bowels, thus pointing to Seth as the 'woman'. Egyptian mythology; when you want to spoil your appetite.
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