Seti's Heart

by Kelly, Kiernan

  Seti’s moan was music to Logan’s ears. His lips laid a trail of love bites along the tender flesh of Logan’s throat, his tongue soothing the small hurts. His hand wrapped around Logan’s cock, squeezing it gently until Logan knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was going to come. There was no holding back. He felt his release boiling up, ready to rocket through his system like a runaway freight train, unstoppable. “Seti… “ Logan groaned, rocking his hips up into Seti’s fist.

  “Ah, yes…” Seti’s voice was palpable, caressing Logan’s ears just as his hands stroked Logan’s flesh. “Give yourself to me, Logan. Mine. Say you are mine.”

  “Yours…” Logan grunted through clenched teeth as flames Seti had kindled within him exploded into a firestorm, sweeping through him at light speed. He cried out, his back arching, every muscle in his body seizing and contracting, growing as rigid as his cock had been. Pinpoint stars danced behind his eyelids, his breath catching in his chest as he rode wave after wave of ecstasy.

  Floating back down into himself, Logan opened his eyes, looking at Seti from under heavy lids. “Mmm,” he murmured, not quite able to speak. He felt completed, sated, boneless, warm and lazy.

  Smiling, Seti’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he traced a finger through the thick laces of semen that coated Logan’s chest and belly. Lifting his finger to his mouth, Seti licked it clean. Logan’s cock twitched, watching Seti’s tongue curl with a pearly drop of come on its pink tip before disappearing into his mouth. “Mine,” Seti said again, firmly this time. Logan could hear the possessiveness in that deep voice and his body responded to it, his cock stirring again.

  Seti’s strong hands urged Logan up, onto his knees. He looked over his shoulder at Seti, who was positioning himself behind Logan. A worry briefly teased at Logan’s mind. No condom. No lubricant. Then again, he reasoned, Seti hadn’t had sex with anyone for five thousand years. Chances were good that he was clean. As for the lubricant…

  Spitting into his hand, Seti slicked himself. Nature’s Best, Logan thought wildly as Seti pressed the head of his thick erection against Logan’s asshole. He felt the burn as Seti began to push himself into Logan’s body.

  Logan was no virgin. True, he hadn’t taken a long-term lover, but he wasn’t a stranger to sex, either. But he felt himself stretched as if he was, his body protesting the thickness of the cock that invaded it. Goddamn! Logan knew that Seti was big, had admired his cock when Logan has first seen it after Seti had awoken. But now it felt as if Seti’s erection was enormous, as if it was a phallic stone fetish, freakishly large. As if it would split Logan wide open, into two neat halves.

  “Relax your body, Logan. Let me in.” Seti’s hands rubbed his lower back soothingly then smoothed slowly over the cheeks of his ass, cupping them, separating them.

  Logan bit his lip, consciously trying to obey Seti’s order. Slowly, he felt the tension he’d been feeling leave him, felt Seti slip deeper into his body until Logan was filled completely.

  He gasped as he felt an instant connection with Seti that went far deeper than his cock. It sparked within Logan’s core, his veins carrying it along with his blood throughout his body until Logan was utterly suffused with the feeling. It was as if he and Seti were no longer two distinct entities, but one, hearts beating in sync.

  “Mine,” Seti moaned, beginning to move within Logan’s body. Slowly, his cock withdrew and returned. Each time it left him, Logan was filled with remorse, with an emptiness that was difficult to bear. Each time it returned to refill Logan’s body, it renewed Logan’s sense of connection with Seti, permeating him with an elation that he’d never known before, a sense of belonging that he’d never tasted.

  Over and over the cycle repeated itself, Seti’s rhythm growing faster, his thrusts harder, until Seti’s roar rang in Logan’s ears and his seed filled Logan’s body to overflowing. Sweet pressure filled Logan’s channel with liquid heat and his cock with blood, another orgasm ripping unexpectedly through him, wringing a cry from his lips. Untouched, his cock painted the sheets with his seed, tangible proof of their lovemaking.

  Logan collapsed as Seti’s weight pushed him down over the cooling, sticky mess. He felt weightless, completely and utterly satisfied. He sighed then noticed how difficult it was to draw in another breath with Seti laying on top of him.

  “Seti. Can’t. Breathe,” he gasped, trying to wiggle out from under Seti’s heavy weight. The man must weigh well over two hundred pounds, Logan realized, and all of it muscle.

  He felt rather than heard Seti’s chuckle rumble in his chest as Seti rolled off of him. One arm remained across Logan’s shoulders, a hand soothing over the tired and totally relaxed muscles of his back. “You are mine now, Logan.”

  “Yeah, you said that. A few times, as a matter of fact. Exactly what do you mean by ‘mine,’ anyway? I’m not your slave, Seti, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “No, of course not. I would not have claimed you had you been a slave. Slaves are for temporary pleasure, not bonding.”

  “Bonding?” Logan repeated, the definition of the word dancing through his mind. It sounded permanent. Like something you’d need super glue to achieve.

  “Yes. You are mine. I have claimed you, and you have acquiesced. We are lovers now. We are bonded.”

  “Oh,” Logan breathed. He felt his cheeks heat, his belly warming with a sweet, tingly feeling. “You really want me? I mean, for more than just tonight?”

  “Yes.” Seti’s answer was simple, but filled Logan with conflicting emotions, chief among them a giddy happiness that Seti wanted him, and a razor-sharp fear of being hurt by the man.

  “You say that now, but you’ve only been awake for less than a day, Seti. Wait until you see the guys running around this city. All hard bodies and six packs, perfect faces, perfect tans…and they’re all going to be tripping over themselves to get to you. You might want to hold off with this bonding business until after you see what you could have. I’m nothing compared to them.”

  “Who has filled your head with such nonsense?” Seti growled, his hand cupping Logan’s chin. His gaze pierced Logan, searing him to the bone. “There can be no one but you for me. I knew the instant that I saw you that I would have you, that you were born to be mine. I saw it in your eyes.”

  “My eyes?”

  Seti’s gaze softened, his lips tilting in a sad smile. “Yes. I knew someone once with your eyes. I can see a similar soul looking out at me through yours. He was much like you, gentle and sweet. I lost him. I will not lose you.”

  “I’m not anybody but myself,” Logan whispered. “You can’t expect me to be.”

  “I do not wish you to be anyone other than yourself. But know that I will not let you go, will not give you up. I would lay down my life to protect you, Logan. I failed to do that for Ashai, but I will not do so again.”

  “I don’t believe in reincarnation, Seti.”

  “I did not say that you were Ashai reincarnated. I said you shared the same gentle soul. That is enough.”

  Chapter Nine

  The following morning found Logan and Seti sitting at the kitchen table covered in half-empty cereal boxes, bowls, a carton of orange juice and coffee cups. Logan had eaten breakfast while trying to answer a barrage of questions from Chris and Leo, who’d arrived at the apartment with the sun, and explaining to Seti why meat was not always a staple at every meal.

  Eventually, the discussion was moved into the living room. Sitting on the couch, they went through a repeat of the day before, trying to convince Chris and Leo of who and what Seti was, including an encore of Seti’s Great Fish Tank Tornado trick.

  By the time they’d peeled Chris and Leo off the ceiling, both had been converted into true believers.

  “How lucky can one guy get, Logan? You get all the breaks! First, you land an Assistant’s position, get put on the fast track to becoming Curator, and then you get a hunk like him to cuddle up to at night. It’s not fair!” Leo whined.

  “Oh,
yeah. I’m a lucky bastard all right. In case you didn’t pick up on it the first time around, I’m a wanted man. Chances are good that I’ve lost my position at the Museum and the only way I’ll see a Curator’s office is on the guided tour.” Logan said, rolling his eyes. He felt he was lucky, up to a point, even if he wouldn’t admit it. After all, he did have some kind of a relationship blossoming with Seti – although what kind of relationship and how stable it would be was still up in the air. There was something uncomfortable about Seti’s assertion that Logan reminded him of his former lover, and that made Logan a little leery of any commitment.

  Then again, Seti was six feet-something of pure sex, with the face of a movie star and the body of a Greek god, and who made Logan feel things he’d only read about in books. For the time being, Logan was perfectly content to suffer along in silence.

  That is, if he didn’t find himself locked up in a jail cell with a cellmate named Butch and a broomstick handle shoved up his ass.

  Chris and Leo, once their shock at Seti’s fish tank trick had worn off, spent the next fifteen minutes trying to figure out how Seti had performed his little bit of fishy magic without the benefit of strings, mirrors, or hallucinogenic drugs. Leave it to the nerds to try to apply practical science to something that was clearly supernatural in origin.

  “I feel compelled to ask, since no one else at this table seems to have half a brain between them,” Chris said, “Have you thought of going to the police, Logan?”

  “The police. Right. Exactly what should I tell them, Chris? Oh, yes, officers, I was there when the sarcophagus was destroyed, but I didn’t do it. He did it. The mummy,” Logan said sarcastically, nodding toward Seti. “Yeah, that’ll buy me a Prozac cocktail and a one way ticket to Cell Block B.”

  “I see your point,” Chris answered. “Basically, you’re screwed, and not in the good way.”

  “Yeah,” Logan said, thinking that he had been screwed the good way, the incredibly, unbelievably good way, but the others didn’t need to hear that tidbit of information. “I just wish I had a way to find out if Perry was really hiding that sarcophagus from the Museum. If so, then maybe I could get him to call off his dogs.”

  “You could go and talk to him,” Leo said, flopping down on the sofa next to Seti.

  Logan frowned, noticing Leo rubbing his thigh against Seti’s leg. Funny how one mind-blowing session of sexual aerobics could make a guy feel proprietary. He felt unaccountably relieved when Seti tossed Leo an annoyed look and slid closer to Logan.

  “That might not be a bad idea, Logan. I’m sure Seti here could do some razzle dazzle to convince him of who he is, which would let you off the hook, whether Perry was hiding it or not,” Jason said as Chris nodded in agreement.

  “Maybe. But I’d be taking a helluva chance. What if he wasn’t hiding the sarcophagus? What if the police are already involved?” Logan asked. “I’d be arrested.”

  “I will not allow anyone to take you from me,” Seti said. “They would die before I allowed them to touch you.”

  “Seti, you can’t go around killing people.”

  “I can if they threaten you.”

  “No, you can’t.”

  “You are mistaken. I can. It would be easy.”

  “That’s not what I meant. I know you can – I’ve seen what you can do. I meant that you shouldn’t. I don’t want to be responsible for anyone getting hurt, Seti. Promise me that you won’t hurt anyone.”

  “Logan…”

  “Promise me!”

  “Ashai said these same words to me before, Logan, in another life, another time. I gave him my word then and because I did not act, he was lost to me. I will not allow that to happen again!” Seti roared, jumping to his feet.

  Logan looked up at Seti with wide eyes. Seti was beautiful in his fury. He towered over the sofa, more than six feet of bristling muscle, his handsome face drawn into an intense scowl, eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring.

  This was what it felt like to have someone who wanted you, wanted to protect you at all costs, to move heaven and earth and destroy both if necessary to keep you at his side. How much must he have loved the man called Ashai, his lover in ancient Egypt? Logan bit his lip, feeling his emotions bubble up, tightening his chest and burning at the corners of his eyes. Some of it was jealousy toward a man long dead; more than anything, he wished those feelings were for him, and not for a memory of someone that Seti still carried in his heart.

  “What’s he mean, ‘in another life,’ Logan?” Chris asked, frowning at Logan. “Who’s Ashai?”

  “Never mind that, Chris. That’s between Seti and me,” Logan said. “Sit down, Seti. Please? I’m not going anywhere.”

  Seti sat, but Logan could still feel his tension. He fairly crackled with it, his muscles bunching, drawing him up as tight as a tiger readying to pounce.

  “Look, you and Seti don’t have to go anywhere. We can go,” Jason said, indicating himself, Leo, and Chris. “First, we can Google a search on the net, check out the newspaper sites. If Perry is on the level, he’ll have reported the break-in and something that bizarre will surely make it into the dailies. If not, then we can go to the Museum, ask a few questions. See if there’s any buzz about the sarcophagus and Logan.”

  “That’s a great idea!” Leo smiled. “You know the graduate student crowd, Logan. They’re the best source for gossip. They know everything that goes on in the Museum.”

  “I don’t know. I don’t want to put you in danger, or get you involved in any of this, guys,” Logan said, shaking his head.

  “Good! It’s decided then,” Jason grinned.

  Logan had to smile. Jason had an annoying habit of ignoring Logan and everyone else who disagreed with his ideas. “All right. But promise me that you’ll be discreet, and more than that, that you’ll be careful.”

  “Yes, Mommy,” Jason said, laughing.

  “It’s not funny, Jason. I’m serious.”

  “I know, I know. We’ll be fine,” Jason said. “Come on, let’s go.”

  ***

  Logan began to pace before his friends had even left the apartment. He moved from one end of the living room to the other and back again like a pendulum, his hands shoved deeply into his pockets, his chin tucked down.

  Seti could feel his tension and understood it, as well as Logan’s reaction to it. He’d had occasion to feel the same anxiety once upon a time. Sending out scouts to seek information from the enemy’s camp was always risky. But while Seti’s concern at the time had been for the ramifications for his camp, should his enemies discover the spies he’d sent, he understood that Logan’s distress was caused by fear for his friends’ safety.

  Ashai had been much the same.

  Beautiful in a way most men could never dream of being, Ashai had possessed a soul that mirrored his physical being. He had been sweet and tender, patient beyond measure, and wise beyond his years. Ashai had faced Seti at his worst and gentled him with a single look or touch. His loss had decimated Seti, had pained him more than any wound Seti had ever sustained in battle.

  Seti braced himself for the onslaught of rage and the burn of tears that always filled him when his thoughts turned to Ashai. For ages Seti had seethed silently in his tomb, unable to scream or cry, tortured by the memories of him.

  Surprisingly, instead of the expected wave of fury there came only fond remembrance. The suffocating sadness that had always before overwhelmed Seti had been tempered with wistfulness, and the pain was no longer raw and devastating.

  And Seti knew why.

  In his heart of hearts, Seti believed that he had not only been released from his curse, but had been given another chance. He believed he had been given an opportunity to redeem himself, to prove that he was a better man and had learned from his mistakes.

  He had been given Ashai again.

  Not in the same physical shell. Logan was of a slighter build than Ashai had been, his coloring was much lighter, his facial features different. But those dazzling gr
een eyes were unmistakable, as was the ka that looked back at Seti through them.

  Logan Ashton had been born a man of the twenty-first century, but his soul was five thousand years old. Seti’s eyes had recognized him the moment he’d first seen Logan standing wide-eyed in the Museum, and his body had confirmed it when they’d made love the night before. No other man aside from Ashai had ever made Seti feel so complete, so fully and wholly satisfied, or so connected with another human being.

  Five thousand years ago, Seti had made the unforgivable error of allowing himself to be seduced by power and greed. He had not been diligent in his oath; he’d let Ashai be taken from under his nose and had not acted swiftly enough to save his lover.