Preordained
By Lunalien - alienelfmoon@yahoo.com
Rated: NC17
Summary: After Rick runs off into the desert, Ardeth returns to Hamunaptra to make sure nothing has been disturbed. Nothing has, except the key and the one who rests there.
Disclaimer: I don't own either of the boys, unfortunately. Grrr! Feedback: YES! Please!
WARNING: Non-consensual sex.
Archive: Sure. I'd like to be told where though, for my own surfing pleasure. :-D
Pairing: Ardeth/Imhotep
Notes: This whole story is built around the position Ardeth's in. It was too hot to toss aside. ;-)

~ The night was young and Ardeth Bay found himself dreading the task that lay before him. Shadows crept along the surface of the earth and the slight wind whispered darkly to him. He chided himself these foolish feelings. Was he a child now, believing the dark held monsters? Yet a trained warrior could sometimes sense danger before it happened. The air seemed to breathe with it.

The American had long since disappeared into the darkness after the Med-Jai had chased him and his people away. Now the task lay to Ardeth to make sure that certain things within the dead city had been left untouched.
And it wasn't as if he needed help to do this simple thing. If the creature had been awakened they would know by now, with or without him having to traipse out here in the dark after dinner. The Med-Jai were watching over these dunes. Nothing would spring at him from behind. The older commanders seemed to enjoy sending the young out to do these things.
He entered the City of the Dead and coughed at the old air within. Hamunaptra offered deep blackness within its forgotten halls and his torch didn't provide an ideal source of light. The first and nearest artifact he would check for was the Book of Amun Ra.

Things were becoming serious. Rumor grew outside the desert and soon the people of the west would discover that Hamunaptra was more than a place of legend. It would become harder for his people to conceal He Who Shall Not Be Named from the world. Ardeth's midnight eyes glanced from side to side. He often wondered if he himself would be called to fight against the creature. His uncle all but openly foretold of Imhotep's imminent resurrection. 'Secrets always find a way to be told and the things we fear have a way of making us face them,' he would say to a young Ardeth of no more than ten. He would laugh when the boy's eyes widened, but Ardeth could remember clearly the note of seriousness within his eyes.
Bay feared the creature because he had never faced anything of such reputable power, and because he felt the weight of a calling on his life. He had no rational for it, but his destiny was tied in with this 3,000 years dead priest. He smiled and supposed that he himself all but foretold openly the creature's return.
He froze. Listening intently with sharp ears, Ardeth held his breath and waited. There was nothing but the quiet of a dead city.
Ardeth continued until he reached the Statue of Horus. There he saw no signs of digging, nothing to indicate they had taken the Book of Amun Ra with them. He turned back and headed towards the Statue of Anubis.

The darkness brought whispering to his ears once more and he stopped. Instantly the feral whispers quieted and he knit his brows in irritation. Probably a trick of a tired mind, he told himself and continued on. The quicker he finished this task, the better off he would be.

But as he traversed the long halls of Hamunaptra a dark feeling began to sink in. It was as if he could feel the ages calling to him. Bay swallowed as he entered the chamber holding the Statue of Anubis. Everything was as it should be. Satisfied, Ardeth turned away and stopped short with wide eyes. He was no longer alone. A man stood just within range of the torchlight, regal and confident. His black eyes glinted and his lips smiled in amusement. He was clad in only a loincloth and black robe, both accenting and obscuring his muscular form. Something about his gaze bothered Ardeth. "Who are you?" he snapped uneasily.
The man began to pace around Ardeth, his eyes ever watching, looking him over with unhidden intent. His voice was toned low and seemed unlike anything of this world. Proud and sophisticated. "Do you know not with whom you speak?" he asked mildly. His finger raised and shook as he smiled. "Yet I think you do within your being know. 3,000 years could not erase the knowledge from your spirit, Med-Jai."

Ardeth clasped his scimitar tightly and turned as this man circled him. "You are the one I will fight one day. You are the creature."

The tall mummy took a step towards him and he backed away. Imhotep laughed and ceased movement. "Our destinies are tied to one another as they ever have been. There is a passion between us that death cannot end. Passion for hatred." He inclined his head slightly.

"Then shall we fight?" Ardeth asked plainly, uncomfortable with the priest. It felt wrong. He wasn't ready to fight this man.
Imhotep shook his head and took another step. "No, we shall not fight this night, my enemy. It is not the correct time for us to once again contest. But neither shall I let you go from this place, now that you have come to me before our battle."
The Med-Jai looked towards the exit behind Imhotep, then back at the priest. He threw the torch to the floor and took on a defensive stance. "Then you do mean to fight me. You will find I am not an easily defeated foe."

There was a moment of silence before a grin spread across Imhotep's full lips. He pushed the black robe from his shoulders, baring his body and made ready to fight. Ardeth didn't know this being's power, but took the open invitation to initiate the fight. Imhotep let him advance and pounce, but instead of being knocked down, the priest stood against the attack and shoved Ardeth to the ground. He smiled and waited. Bay got to his feet and swung his scimitar. The mummy caught his wrist and squeeze until he could no longer hold it.

The sound of his weapon hitting the stone below echoed as he stood in Imhotep's grasp. "You try so hard," he commented, then swept his gaze over Ardeth's face. His other hand wrapped around Ardeth's black robe and the priest shoved him into the tapestry and wall behind. He groaned as Imhotep grabbed at his wrists and pinned them above his head. Try as he might he could not break the hold.

"You will kill me before our destined meeting?" he breathed at the priest's glare. "You say the ages call for it, but you will end it before it has begun?"

Imhotep ignored his questions blatantly and locked eyes with him. "What is your name this life?" The question caught him off guard.

Bay continued to struggle fruitlessly and said vehemently, "I am Ardeth Bay. I am your doom, accursed one."
The priest of Osiris laughed lightly at that and whispered, "You may be at that. No, I mean not to kill you." Still holding Ardeth pinned, he freed a hand and trailed it down his captive's arm and to his face. He began stroking Ardeth's cheek softly. Instantly the Med-Jai's pulse raced and eyes widened. "But I do mean to defeat you before our next meeting." Ardeth hissed in a breath as the sensual priest assaulted his mouth with a hot tongue. This creature needed no breath to sustain him, but he stole Ardeth's own without mercy. The Med-Jai tightened his fists and groaned in need of air while Imhotep left no part of his mouth unexplored.

"Do you mistake me for your lover, priest?" Ardeth managed while fighting for oxygen when Imhotep finally let his mouth go.
"Do you forget the hate between us?"

Imhotep watched him pant with heavy-lidded, dark eyes. He delighted in Ardeth's surprised and unnerved voice. Again the priest closed in, stopping his lips on Bay's. Ardeth tried to turn his head, but Imhotep caught his mouth and traced his lips with his tongue. It made Ardeth's face feel hot. "Hatred, desire, these are one and the same between us."

This time Ardeth found himself closing his eyes when the priest kissed him. Imhotep was nothing if not thorough and it left him breathless and confused. Why should the priest want this? And why did he himself feel strangely after each attack on his mouth? A chill spread through his body and he found himself breathing heavier even when Imhotep gave him breath.
The mummy rubbed his hand down Ardeth's neck and parted his robe to the belt he wore. He had no patience for such an article of clothing and with a chanted command he called the fallen scimitar to his hand. The belt fell once it was cut. "Don't," Ardeth gasped as the priest pulled his robe open and devoured his naked chest with those all seeing eyes. He smiled when Ardeth jerked away, but held firm to his aching arms. "Let go of me now, priest!"

Imhotep held the weapon to the rim of Ardeth's pants, meaning to cut them from his body. Bay jerked and tried to once again wrench himself free. Imhotep's hold was like iron. "Please," he said finally in low, ashamed tones. He should be killing this man, not begging him to leave his clothing undamaged. Yet he couldn't bear the conclusion of what this creature was doing and if his people saw the evidence of it. "Please, don't…don't do this."

The priest picked up on what exactly was causing Ardeth's distress and dropped the scimitar. Whispering fingers across his captive's belly and drawing gentle circles around his belly button, he smiled. His eyes were concentrative and pleased with Ardeth's uncontrollable squirming. "You are beautiful when you fight me," he told him in a husky voice as he looped his fingers around the rim of Ardeth's black pants. He jerked them down, leaving him bare save for the robe about his shoulders, and rubbed his thumb against Ardeth's captive arms. Above a rope dangled from the top of the massive, ancient curtain and the priest wrapped it around the Med-Jai's wrists so he could have both hands free. Ardeth yanked at it, but couldn't pull his arms loose.

Imhotep meant to take his time exploring. He began rubbing Ardeth's strong stomach, then slowly made his way up to brush his thumbs across now hardened, sensitive nipples. Ardeth groaned involuntarily and tried to back his chest away from the violation, yet even still he could feel his body responding. "Why do you want this?" he growled, frustrated with his position.
"Because," the priest breathed, sending his hot breath over Ardeth's chest as he prepared to taste him there, "I want to conquer you, my Med-Jai. Because I want to use you for my pleasure and hear you beg for more. Then I win." He flicked his tongue out and caressed the left side of his chest.

Ardeth pulled away in defiance, but felt himself shiver as the priest's fingers traveled up inside his sleeves and brushed over his muscled arms. "You'll get no such pleasure from me," he asserted, but found himself concerned about his willpower to keep that from the priest.

A small, triumphant little laugh was Imhotep's reply as those hands rubbed down the Med-Jai's arms and sides. Imhotep rested his hands on Ardeth's hips and brushed his thumbs over his hipbones lightly. Ardeth trembled and grit his teeth. The priest snaked his caress up Ardeth's body once more and gripped his cheeks, forcing him to look at him as his other hand trailed down to stroke the Med-Jai's growing arousal. Ardeth flushed and groaned, trying to move away, but that only caused his body more strain as the priest held him and fondled him.

"Yes, take pleasure, my Med-Jai," he hissed hotly. Imhotep fingered the head of his captive's erection and won a strangled moan.

A hand nestled between his now aching thighs, warmly rubbing and squeezing. The priest was now also fighting for the air his body did not need. "You will beg more of me," he breathed, then removed himself from the Med-Jai's body. He knelt down and began removing Ardeth's boots and socks, then pants. Ardeth shivered in the chill air and watched in both anticipation and horror as Imhotep stayed on his knees and leaned forward. He swallowed when lips met his inner thigh and began sucking hard enough to mark him. He traveled high, licking dangerously close to Ardeth's hardened shaft.

Ardeth groaned as the priest kissed and tasted his thigh, then stood up. Imhotep was toying with him, deliberately avoiding the one place Ardeth ached most. He berated himself for even wanting the priest to kiss him there.

"In good time," Imhotep said, picking up on Ardeth's need. He smoothed his hot hands over his captive's hips searingly, then caressed back to grope and rub Ardeth's backside. The sensation sent torrents of pleasure to his groin. The Med-Jai tensed when fingers traced his muscles and pressed inward to touch his entrance. Imhotep ground his hips into Ardeth's erection as his hands remained at their work behind. Once again his hot mouth was over Ardeth's in desire. Ardeth cried out into his captor's lips when a finger pressed into him.

Imhotep removed his intruding finger and brought it to again stroke his aching arousal. A dozen dizzying sensations overtook Ardeth at once and he found himself arching his hips to meet Imhotep's ministrations. He closed his eyes and willed oxygen into his lungs. Pleasure began to crawl up his thighs and for a minute he seriously feared losing himself to this man. Imhotep stopped his touching too soon and said, "Not yet, pretty one."

Ardeth's legs felt weak when the priest dropped his loincloth and started coating his full arousal with the seed the Med-Jai had leaked onto his hand. He shivered in unwanted anticipation when the priest embraced into him and kissed his warmly. Imhotep pet him, pawing at his long, dark hair with a desire-filled smile. Ardeth found he could say nothing when the other man's hands rubbed his hips again and trailed to the backs of his legs.

The priest of Osiris, proud and openly lustful, parted Ardeth's thighs with his own and watched his captive tremble at the act. Ardeth's arms were strained when the priest lifted him off the floor and drew his legs around his waist. He cried out, both at the pain and fear of pain to come. "Shhh," Imhotep soothed as he hung there between the priest and the wall. He pet the Med-Jai's thighs and opened him for entry. He prodded forward with deliberate slowness.

Ardeth jerked up at the pain, but found he could go nowhere. His arms shook within the rope they were tied with and his back arched. Imhotep slowly pushed himself up, burying himself inside the groaning Med-Jai. "Relax," he whispered, bracing Ardeth against the wall for support.

After a few moments Ardeth's head began to clear enough for him to have sensation other than the pain. His arousal was firmly pressed against the other man's stomach and the priest made certain to take advantage of that while he attacked Ardeth's shoulder with heat seeking lips. The heat of the moment made Ardeth flush and a tingling sensation traveled through his sensitive body. Though it pained him to do it, he had to wrap his legs around Imhotep to keep support. He felt sweat on the mummy's backside and thighs with his calves.

Imhotep moved gently up from his shoulder to his neck while one hand tangled into his moist hair. He kept Ardeth's face turned towards him as he trailed kisses up to his mouth and kissed him to swelling. Groaning low from his chest into the Med-Jai's lips, Imhotep let go of his dark hair and snaked his arm beneath Ardeth's behind. The other hand found his captive's erection. He began thrusting and stroking at the same agonizingly slow rate. It was both torment and pleasure. "S-stop," Bay stammered raggedly, wanting this dreamish nightmare to end. Yet a part of him begged for it to continue. Imhotep slowed his touch and Ardeth groaned and met his steamy gaze.

"Do you not find me attractive?" Imhotep asked contritely, pushing his hips forward and rubbing gently the cock in his hand. He waited for his answer and without even thinking Ardeth nodded and arched a little. Echoes of pain and pleasure pulsed through him.

Ardeth relaxed against the curtain behind him and shifted his sore arms. A soft breeze crossed his flesh in contrast to the great heat of Imhotep. The priest rocked forward and moaned of his own pleasure, which sparked pleasure within Ardeth. It was becoming hard to control himself. Imhotep licked Ardeth's sore lips and stopped moving suddenly, his body heatedly molded to his captive's. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked as if for the world he would obey a command to quit. "There is a word in one of the languages in your mind." Imhotep laughed against Ardeth's lips and surged forward, sending the Med-Jai's body into needy shivers. "Fuck," he whispered huskily. "Do you want me to fuck you, Ardeth Bay?"

He found himself wanting to agree and take the pleasure the priest was offering. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced. All consuming and hotter than if the desert floor were on fire. But he could not force himself to speak. Imhotep removed his hand from stroking his arousal and sent it back up Ardeth's robe to stroke his arm, his desire filled eyes demanding an answer. He gave a quick thrust and won another moan from the man pinned before him. How could this happen? How could this creature take him so thoroughly? Yet he balked at answering against Imhotep.

Imhotep drew his hand down Ardeth's arm, causing him to tingle. He seemed to enjoy petting his hair and did so almost tenderly. "I will have mercy and fuck you, Med-Jai. You need not shame yourself to speak. I already have you," he whispered softly in that alluring tongue. His hand wound around Ardeth's aching erection once more and the sex began again.
He had no strength left to fight the feelings he was having. His senses begged for release from this madness. He gripped the rope that held his arms up and began thrusting into Imhotep's accommodating hand. His head leaned back and his voice making deep, moaning noises he had never issued before, Ardeth tightened his legs around the priest and returned passion with passion.

He lost himself. The last thing he perceived was Imhotep's hot mutterings and then there was only ecstasy. He shuddered against the priest, covering the creature with the completion of his submission. Moments later the priest came also, filling Ardeth with his hot seed. They panted against each other in recovery.

Ardeth looked down into the creature's face in unbelief and uncertainty. He didn't feel his own anymore and he saw that reflected in Imhotep's smoldering eyes.

Imhotep pulled himself out from Ardeth's pained entrance and let his legs down gently. He untied the Med-Jai and at once Ardeth hugged into himself and dropped to his knees, his body still pulsing from what had just occurred between he and his enemy. Imhotep touched his head and knelt down, bringing Ardeth's chin up.

"That is what is between us," he whispered sensually and pulled Ardeth into his naked embrace. His mouth gently sought to please Ardeth's and the Med-Jai didn't fight back. He felt fingers combing his sweat moistened hair as Imhotep pulled away and dragged a thumb across his swollen lips.

"We will meet again, my enemy lover and perhaps things will be different. You are mine now."

The priest gathered his clothes and dressed, then disappeared down a hallway. Silently Ardeth dressed himself and numbly began for the resting place of the key. He could not bring himself to check the mummy's tomb tonight, though he supposed he didn't need to.

Now wasn't the time of their destined meeting. As he walked the darkness Ardeth wondered with dread and anticipation how he would do in the next battle. He wasn't even sure how he wanted to fare.

Sleep would bring sanity.

The End.