Author's Note: SETH FINALLY GETS A HAPPY ENDING OMG!!!!! So I actually looked up Greek names to find the one closest to 'Joey.' I picked Jeno. Now, I realize that in drabble earlier I made Jeno a female slave, but Jeno is an Egyptian girl's name. Jeno is also a Greek boy's name. The drabble and this story have nothing to do with each other, in case you couldn't figure that out. :3

Seth's Epilogue

Seth leaned his head in his hand and couldn't help a smile as he saw Seto chase after his former master, and it changed to a wistful frown when he saw the blond stumble with light-headedness because of his recent injury. Then his lover caught him and eased him onto a bench, and all was well.

"You just got back from there, Seth. Why are you already looking back?"

The priest sighed, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He'd been hoping for a little time for himself before he addressed his cousin. Turning toward him, he opened his eyes again. "I wanted to make sure my former master was taken care of. It was my fault he was hurt, after all."

Atemu crossed his arms and tilted his head, narrowing his eyes as he scrutinized him. "…That's not all, is it, Seth?"

Seth looked back at the dish of water he'd conjured the image in and frowned. "…One of my former masters looked a lot like him. We grew to love each other. And then he used his last wish."

The younger man raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "And I don't suppose he used his last wish to free you then."

The brunet stared down at the scene of his former master and his lover kissing on the park bench he'd been led to. "…I didn't mind Jeno making his last wish about himself."

"Why?"

"…He had gotten robbed and had been stabbed by one of his attackers. He had wished to live." Seth sighed. "…But that was his third wish, and when he wasn't paying attention, my bracelet slid off of his wrist. I never saw him again."

He paused, then tapped the surface of the water with his finger and swirled it for a moment, showing the past this time instead of the present, and he found exactly what he was looking for; that space in time when Seto Kaiba had been taught how to pleasure others as a business tactic. Focusing all of his attention on the man finding so much joy in abusing him, he swirled to that man's present. He was pleased.

He'd been shown the picture of a tombstone.

"…Well, if he's in the afterlife, wouldn't you be able to find him then?" Atemu asked after a few minutes, disturbed by what he'd seen.

"He was young and foolish when we met. He probably found someone else to love that he's with right now," the brunet replied quietly. "I don't want to find him and see him loving someone else. And I don't want to make him feel as if he needs to choose between us. I refuse to cause him that unnecessary pain."

"…Don't you want to see him again? Just… look at him and remember why you care so much?"

Seth sighed and stared at the water rippling innocently in its bowl, then swirled it again. He couldn't help a sad smile when he immediately found a familiar blond face smiling brightly—laughing. He felt his heart flip-flop as those honey-colored eyes opened and he looked around in confusion, as if he sensed someone was watching him.

He felt his heart break a little as the blond's attention was dragged back to the man beside him, and he was drawn into a tender kiss.

Standing abruptly, Seth turned to walk away. "I would like to be alone for the remainder of the day."

"…Okay…" Atemu frowned and watched his cousin go, then looked into the water to see what had hurt him so badly, brows drawing together.

The blond being kissed scowled and pushed the other man away, wiping his mouth angrily. "What the hell!? I told you, I don't like you! I thought you understood that my heart belongs to someone else! Don't ever touch me again!"

Seth had seen the kiss. He hadn't seen the blond shove him away.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Jeno blinked innocently as he heard someone clear their throat behind him, then scowled, reaching into his basket to grab a handful of grapes. Turning angrily, he smashed the fruit into the man's face. "Risto, I told you to—Oh." Once he saw that the person he'd just assaulted with fruit wasn't the one he'd believed it to be, he blushed a little and hurriedly reached into his tunic to grab a handkerchief. "I-I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else," he explained, offering it to him.

"…I see." The dark-skinned man took the offered cloth and mopped up his face, then looked back at him, frowning, as he handed it back. "I'm sorry; I'm not used to people just touching me."

"Oh. …" Jeno tilted his head innocently. "Why?"

"Well, I was a pharaoh." When the blond continued to blink at him innocently, he sighed. "I ruled the people of Egypt."

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry I graped you right in the face then," the taller boy said, holding his basket of grapes against his stomach. "I thought you were someone else." His expression darkened. "Someone who deserves to have a handful of grapes smashed in their face. Stupid bastard."

The Egyptian stared at him for a moment, then sighed again. "My name is Atemu. I think you know my cousin?"

Jeno tilted his head thoughtfully, tapping his chin in thought, before he finally replied, "I don't think so. I don't know any Egyptians. Well, besides you, but I can't know your cousin unless you're your own cousin, which would be weird and highly improbable."

Atemu stared at him again. He'd heard that opposites attracted. That must have been what had happened with this Greek and his cousin.

Seth was serious, intelligent, and highly critical. Jeno was happy, naïve, and unassuming. Normally, he couldn't see his cousin ever going for someone like that, but Jeno was already growing on him, and he'd mashed fruit into his face. But he was extremely sincere, and when he'd apologized, he could see that he meant it—but still managed to be naïve and unassuming.

It was endearing.

"No, I think you know him," Atemu assured, and the Greek blinked at him innocently. "His name is Seth. He's tall, has brown hair. He was my high priest."

There was a moment of silence before the basket of grapes in his arms fell to the ground as Jeno's fingers fell limp. "…Seth…?" The Greek's eyes began to fill with bitter tears as he dug his nails into the palms of his hands. "I lost him. I promised to be with him always and I lost him. I was so careless. Seth must hate me, just losing him like that."

"No, I think he still cares about you," the red-eyed man assured him. He smirked. "And I know where you can find him."

"Tell me or I'll be forced to grape you again!" the blond demanded, hurriedly scrubbing at his eyes. "Please!"

Once he'd informed the younger boy that his cousin and high priest was hiding near one of the larger sycamores, Atemu grew concerned when the Greek ran in the opposite direction. "It's the other way, you know!"

"Seth likes my wine! It could be a peace offering!" Jeno called back, then hurried to go collect some of the wine he remembered his favorite priest loving to drink so much—but also loving to lick from his pale skin.

He blushed. Now was not the time to be thinking about what Seth liked to do to him way back when.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Seth took his time shredding the leaf in his hands, pretending it was the other man's head. How dare he kiss his puppy?! How dare he take those plump lips with his own and get his stupid slobber all over him?! That was his Greek! His his his!!!!!!

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. Jeno wasn't his puppy anymore. His puppy had gotten a new master in his absence. He was glad for that. His puppy needed a master.

He froze in his leaf-shredding as his nose picked up a familiar scent. It smelled like the scent of his puppy's special wine. But it couldn't be, because his puppy was with some other man now.

"…Seth?"

Stiffening, the leaf between the brunet's hands ripped all the way as he turned sharply. "Jeno?"

Jeno blushed and took a step closer to him, trembling nervously as he stopped in front of him. "I… I was told… I wanted to… Would you like some wine?" he finished lamely, holding up the bottle he'd made sure to get before he came. He frowned when he saw the leaf in his former lover's hands and looked down at the ground, where the remains of several other leaves laid shredded around his feet. "…What are you doing?"

"…Tearing up sycamore leaves," the brunet replied, as if it was completely normal to spend one's time doing something so mundane and slightly obsessive.

"…I'm sorry," the Greek stated after a few minutes, looking down at his feet in shame as tears began to form in his eyes again. "You're right to hate me. I just… I just allowed your bracelet to slide off my wrist, even though I love you. I'm such a fool. I never meant for this to happen."

Seth frowned and dropped his leaf in favor of cupping the blond's cheeks, using his thumbs to brush away his tears before they had a chance to fall. "Jeno, I don't hate you. Why should I hate you?"

"I just let you go!" Jeno exclaimed, looking up at him sadly. "If I really loved you I wouldn't have lost you!"

"You lost my bracelet! That doesn't mean you lost me." The brunet scowled and leaned his forehead against the smaller boy's, glaring at him sternly. "I have thought about nothing but you for centuries. I hurt someone who didn't deserve it because of you. I got jealous because a couple just like us got their happy ending when we didn't. Don't you dare tell me you let me go. I'll take you across my lap and spank you if you try." His stern, angry expression faded into a lewd smirk. "But I know you like that."

The blond blushed and jerked his head away, scowling petulantly. "I-I do not! And I'll decide whether I lost you or not!"

"Mm, you must really want me to take you over my knee." Seth chuckled playfully, then sobered. "What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be with your new lover?"

Jeno frowned in confusion and tilted his head, brows furrowing together slightly. "…I… I don't have a lover, Seth. After I lost your bracelet, I couldn't just forget you. I… I love you. Did you think I'd be that shallow?"

"But… I was seeing where you were, and I saw that man kiss you…" The priest tilted his head.

"Yeah, he kissed me! You didn't even stay to see me smack him away, did you!?" the blond exclaimed angrily. "You jealous bastard! Why do you always assume the worst, huh!?"

Seth frowned as the blond jerked away and turned so his back was facing him, then sighed and let his hands fall to his sides. "…I know, I know…"

The same actions had nearly killed his last master.

"…I'm sorry. I just…" He ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes in frustration. "I can't help it. I just can't. I'm sorry. I just don't want to share you. I want to keep you all to myself. I can't stand the thought of someone touching you, seeing your expressions and hearing your noises as they touch you the way I used to. To know that someone else could have heard you moan, seen you panting just… makes me so angry I could scream. I'm sorry. I wish I wasn't so possessive, but… I love my puppy."

He winced as he heard the blond let out a sob. He turned his back to him and sighed, preparing himself to listen to the Greek run away, terrified that he'd been in love with such a mad man. He was surprised when he instead felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist, and it was only instinct at seeing something fall that made him catch the bottle of wine before it hit the ground.

Jeno sobbed again and nuzzled the brunet's back. "Even when you're being creepy, you're so sweet! I don't want anyone to see me that way either! I want to be only yours! I want to be the High Priest's puppy!"

"Ah, Jeno… Don't cry…" Seth turned in the blond's arms and pulled him into a hug, allowing the smaller boy to cry into his chest. "…You make me sad when you cry."

The Greek hurriedly wiped his face, still sniffing and whimpering, but he was still feeling teary. As scary and possessive as Seth was, he liked the thought of being his alone, being his puppy again. Sighing in exhaustion, he leaned his head on the older man's chest. "Oh, Seth, I missed you so much! I thought I'd never see you again! You have no idea how happy I am to finally see you again…!"

"I can guess," the priest whispered, tightening his hold on him a little.

Jeno looked up at him and tried to give him his most pleading look, bottom lip jutting out a little as he used his still-damp eyes to his advantage. "You should show me. Show me how much you missed me and how much you love me! Make love to me right now!"

Seth raised an eyebrow. "…Here?"

"Right under this sycamore tree!" the blond agreed, nodding firmly. "I want you to fill me up and know that I'm yours and only yours! I demand it!"

"You demand it?" the priest repeated, smiling in amusement. "Well, who am I to deny you what you want? Though I must wonder…" He leaned his mouth next to the younger boy's ear. "…When my shy little puppy became a brazen slut?"

The Greek blushed a little and looked away, but quickly looked back up at him, frowning. "Does my priest disapprove? I just want him to know that he owns me." He paused, then leaned up and nibbled on his earlobe before quietly adding, "Completely."

Seth moaned and dropped the bottle of wine carelessly, instead dragging the blond to the ground and crushing his mouth in a kiss. As the smaller boy mewled and kissed back fervently, he began yanking at the tunic he was wearing violently, growling in approval as he heard the fabric finally rip. Breaking the kiss quickly, he leaned back and looked down at his body heatedly. "Ra, you're still so beautiful. Fuck—"

Jeno gasped weakly as the brunet stripped the torn cloth from his body and instinctively flinched his legs together; no matter how coy or seductive he tried to act, he was still easily embarrassed. No matter how much Seth said he loved him, he couldn't help feeling inadequate, because surely he'd seen better looking masters. He blushed as the older man grabbed his knees and pried them apart and hurriedly closed his eyes, trying to steel himself for what he was about to ask.

"S-Seth? Did you… did you have any other masters that you loved like me? That were better looking than me?"

The priest paused, frowning, and began to pet the blond's inner thighs absently. "There was only one boy that I had the potential to ever love, but his heart belonged to someone else, and I don't think I could have handled the pain of seeing him every day and thinking of you." He smirked slightly. "But I must admit, he had good taste in men. Perhaps I'll show you later. I think you'll find them to be interesting."

"Why would I wanna see a rival—" the younger boy began, only to gasp as he felt a finger slipping inside of him. "Seth! Uhn…!"

"Trust me. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," Seth whispered, then wiggled a second finger into him. He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Jeno, how often do you touch yourself? What do you touch yourself with?"

"I-I-I—" Jeno shuddered as the brunet delved his fingers deeper, prodding that spot that made him see stars. "S-Seth!"

"If you don't answer me, I'm afraid I won't be able to continue," the older man stated, sighing, then smirked as the blond mewled in complaint and tried to desperately get a hold of himself.

The Greek trembled and dug his fingers into the ground, casting around frantically for the answers to the brunet's question, then finally blurted out, "I touch myself a lot!"

"Oh? How often is a lot?"

"A-at least once a day! I pretend it's you—pretend you're touching me and thrusting into me! P-please!"

Seth pressed a third finger into him and hummed. "Well, that's not often enough if you're pretending it's me. I plan on touching you constantly—certainly more than once a day, now that we have eternity together." His eyes darkened. "Now you can't just be using your fingers. What do you put inside of you?"

"Ah… I…" Jeno whimpered and squirmed a little. "Please! Want you in me!" When the brunet merely speared that special spot harder, he let out a helpless sob. "C-celery stalk! Okay!? It's one of the only things I could get!"

Seeing that the blond was embarrassed enough without teasing him, the priest sighed, then leaned down and caught his mouth in another kiss. He'd tease him about it later. …After he'd gotten a small demonstration, of course.

The Greek mewled in complaint as the brunet pulled his fingers out and looked up at him pleadingly, only to blush in realization. Seth needed both hands to undress quickly. "S-Seth, I… I love you…" He nearly whimpered when this caused the older man to give him a sweet smile.

"I love you too, Jeno. You have no idea how often you were on my mind, even when I was focusing on my other masters. Ra, I missed you." Seth yanked him into another kiss and tried to convey just how much his heart had ached after he'd made his third wish, how much he'd missed him, and how happy he was to have him again.

Jeno whimpered and wrapped his arms around the brunet's neck, understanding all that Seth was trying to tell him and more, before letting out a startled squeak as the priest slowly pressed into him. "A-ah!" Wriggling his hips slightly, he moaned as the brunet took it as the hint he meant it to be and thrust into him swiftly. "Seth…"

Seth wrapped his arms around him and began moving his hips at a languid pace, preferring to kiss and lick his skin to remind himself what he'd been missing all those lonely centuries. "Jeno… I love you…"

"Nn! Oh gods, you must have gotten tips from Eros himself!" the blond gasped, arching his back as the older man seemed to find that spot that had him seeing stars immediately. "It's been so long—how do you remember—"

"On those longest days… on those loneliest nights… All I could think about was you… Kissing you… Cuddling you…" The brunet caught his earlobe between his lips lovingly. "…Making love to you… How could I ever forget?"

Jeno let out a keen and dug his nails into the brunet's back, trembling. "Oh… Oh, Seth… Please… Oh, yes…" He whimpered quietly and lifted his legs to wrap them around his waist. "O-oh! Nn, Seth! More! W-we can go slow later! We have plenty of time! I just want to feel my priest in me fast and hard! –Know that he's going to be here always!"

Hearing the pleading whimper, the priest just couldn't bring himself to object, so he adjusted his grip on the smaller body and began moving faster, making the blond mewl again. "Ra, I could come just listening to the noises you make, Jeno… Don't let anyone else ever hear or see you like this. You're mine. All mine!"

"Ah!" The Greek groaned as the brunet gave a more violent thrust in addition to his statement and reached down to grab his erection, stroking it quickly, only to whimper again as the priest slapped his hand away. "Seth! Please!"

"I'll do that, thank you," Seth murmured, before crushing their mouths together again as he grabbed the younger boy's erection.

Jeno moaned and gripped onto him tighter only to break the kiss a second later as he tossed his head back, gasping. "Uhn! Fuck, Seth! I-I'm gonna—I-I'm sorry—"

"It's not like I'm going to last much longer either," the brunet mumbled, grunting quietly as the Greek's body jerked, then stiffened, clamping down on his still pistoning shaft. Looking up at the blond's face, he moaned as the younger boy's mouth fell open in a silent scream. "Fuck-!"

"Ah-! Ah…!" The blond panted weakly as the older man continued slamming into him and clung to him as best he could while he felt like jelly. "Seth! Seth! I-I love you!"

"Love you too—" the priest grunted, before letting out a low growl as he reached his climax as well. He buried his face in the blond's neck as his body stiffened and bit his shoulder just hard enough to leave a bruise.

Jeno yipped in pain but didn't push him away, instead pulling him closer. "Ah-! Seth!"

Seth closed his eyes tightly, then forced himself to relax, releasing the blond's shoulder carefully and placing a few soft kisses on it. After a few moments, he lifted his head to look at his lover. "I want you to see my last master and his lover. I honestly think you'd find it interesting."

"I don't want to see my rival!" the blond hissed, glaring at him. "You said you could have loved him! I don't want to see someone you could have forgotten me with!"

He would be lying if he said he didn't like a jealous puppy. Smiling a little, the brunet reached up to brush the younger boy's hair out of his eyes. "Trust me, Jeno. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Jeno huffed, but he knew he'd never win, so he slowly nodded his head. "Fine. But then we're doin' somethin' I've always wanted to do!"

"Oh?" Seth raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"I wanna do it with you tied up."

"…Fine. I don't see a downside."

.-.-.-.-.-.

Jeno gasped and patted the brunet's arm quickly as he began bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Seth, look at that! He looks just like me!" He gasped again and leaned closer to the basin of water. "And that looks just like you!" He frowned, then scowled and placed his hands on his hips, turning to glare at his lover. "Well. I see what you meant when you said he had good taste in men. You Narcissus in Egyptian clothing."

Seth paused for a moment, then tilted his head. "I'm aware of the term narcissist, but I don't know the story behind the word."

"…You love yourself," the blond explained bluntly, then looked back into the image the pool of water was showing them. He began bouncing up and down again as he pointed to the scene. "Look at him! Isn't he cute?! He's so embarrassed, and all they're doing is kissing!"

"…Joseph has a tendency to… overreact to certain aspects of his relationship," the brunet explained, then smiled a little. "And until the day before yesterday, he was a virgin."

Jeno gasped and looked up at him in disbelief. "No way-! With someone like that pining after him, I would have thought he'd lost his virginity years ago!"

"I believe Seto wanted to, but he just couldn't find the way to convey his feelings," Seth replied. "But you see how I could have loved him, but did not want to. It wouldn't have been fair to him."

The blond's smile turned sad. "You'd have used him as my replacement, seeing me in him all the time instead of just seeing him. He deserves someone to love him, not someone who looks like him."

"Exactly. …Besides, I think Seto is doing a better job taking care of him now than I ever could have stuck in a bracelet." The brunet tapped on the surface of the water, causing it to ripple and the scene to change to a new one.

Jeno blushed a little and looked up at him. "How we met?"

"I enjoy seeing it every once in a while," Seth whispered, pulling the blond into a hug. "Because few people ever offered to set me free. Especially as their first wish."

The younger boy blushed even more and closed his eyes tightly. "Will you ever let that die?! So I didn't understand what you were asking, so what!"

"On the contrary, Jeno… I think that just endeared you to me," the brunet replied, then smiled and began nuzzling his neck. "You were so selfless. I liked you for that. I love you, Jeno. I never want to let you go."

"Then don't," the blond whispered, hugging him back tightly. "Because I'm certainly not going to let you go again."

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The end! Oh my goodness! I can't tell whether I'm pleased with this ending or not. You guys tell me, okay?