Page 38 of Sett and his King
It was only supposed to be a simple display of gratitude but it had turned to so much more overnight.
Before Horus had taken me in, I enjoyed sex. I enjoyed flirting and kissing and dating. I enjoyed my sexuality with all of my being.
But since Horus, it was something that had been reserved for him and only him. So, offering Sett my body it was a way for me to reclaim it once again. I never anticipated that it would also feel this good, this liberating. This redemptive.
And the worst part was that I wanted more of it. I wanted him again and again and again. And that was exactly what I did after I shut the bar down and took him back home.
Even the house knew what we both wanted, as it opened straight into the bedroom. So I had no choice or excuse but to have my wicked way with him.
Being with him made me forget. It made me forget even if for moments at a time of the fact I didn't belong to myself. It made me forget I belonged to a monster.
Being with Sett made me lose myself just a little bit.
Wasn't it funny that a few hours ago—or was it days? I was starting to lose track of time—I’d thought Sett was the same as his brother, but now I was giving myself to him, without hesitation, of my own accord? There was something seriously wrong with my head, but after so many years of enslavement that was bound to happen. Could anyone blame me if I was so fucked up that I didn't know what I wanted? That I changed my mind so easily? That I was not a good person and that I did some not-so-good things?
Eventually we let exhaustion send us to sleep and we lay next to each other, on the same bed, as if we were more.
It was strange sleeping with company I didn't detest. That I didn't feel like throwing up or wanting to gouge his eyes out. Because that was what I was used to after sleeping next to Horus all this time. Not that he often let that happen. The man was obsessed with his safety but it had happened occasionally.
When sleep took me that night I dreamt of pyramids and sand dunes and bright blue skies and butterflies. So many butterflies.
They were so strong I could still feel them fluttering about deep inside me when I woke up.
"Good morning," he said beside me and I turned to find him staring.
Was it wrong that I liked him here? And was it bad that he looked at me as if I were a snack and I didn't mind?
"Good morning." I sat up and gave the god in my bed a kiss.
The butterflies in me flared with excitement. So did little Drew. What was happening to me?
"How long have you been up?" I asked.
I didn't even know what time it was. I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept so peacefully. So either I'd spent the whole day in bed or his company had put me at ease.
"Not long." He sighed and I winced.
"Remind me to introduce you to mouth hygiene, dude." I laughed.
He glared at me with a confused expression for a moment before realization crossed his eyes and he clasped his mouth shut. "I'm so sorry," he said.
I laughed harder.
"I'm so sorry."
He shot out of bed and I tried to grab him, to pull him back to me, to give him a reassuring hug, but he pulled away glancing at me as if he'd committed a cardinal sin.
"I was just kidding," I said. "Come here."
"No." He shook his head. "I need to do the thing."
"The thing?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Brush my teeth. Yeah, that's it," he explained. "Will you show me?"
It must’ve been so confusing and yet so handy having another person in his head giving him all the information and knowledge he was missing. I couldn't fathom what it felt like, although I probably had an inkling it was similar to being compelled to doing something against my will.
"Of course." I chuckled and pulled him by the hand into the bathroom so I could introduce him to the wonders of modern hygiene.
