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As Alex made his way through the underground nightclub he had one thing on his mind. He could feel the bass thumping deep in his chest. Bodies pressed against each other in the small space. Although it made it difficult to navigate, that would not deter the young man.
He stopped to dance with a young woman whose skirt was too short, then would turn to grind himself into the tanned Egyptian man behind him. None of these people held what he desired but he couldn't look too suspicious. To an outsider he looked like a regular confused college kid on a Saturday night escaping studying to have some fun.
Little was he aware of the two sets of eyes on him.
Alex tilted his head back to rest on his dance partner behind him, showing the tanned expanse of his throat. It was clear the years spent in Egypt had its effect on him. He looked exotic with his blonde hair and blue eyes, he could tell his dance partner was hoping to see more of him with how many kisses were being delivered to his neck and the traveling hands roaming down past his hips.
As his eyes opened they met the eyes of his target. The man was an up and coming hotshot in the illegal art trading and smuggling scene in Cairo. His newest exploit was the Blood Beetle: a large scarab beetle necklace that was made entirely from rubies and gold, it originally belonged to Pharaoh Horemheb’s wife, buried in his tomb alongside him. Not only had the thief taken the jewels but he flaunted his exploits for everyone to see.
One thing that smugglers have in common is their love of exotic things, trinkets and treasure. Alex knew that the moment the thief saw him he would be scrambling to add Alex to his menagerie.
The man made eye contact with Alex, his eyes widened and mouth opened slightly in amazement. The wonder on his face quickly turned predatory when Alex gave him a small smile in response.
Hook, line and sinker.
As the man made his way over, Alex continued to dance swaying his hips to the music but moving away from his former dance partner.
“What’s a thing like you doing in a place like this?”
Alex giggled in the man's ear. Ugh, of course this man was a creep. However he had a role to play and couldn't break character yet.
“Just seeing the sights, enjoying my time in Cairo.”
The man's hands came to rest on Alex’s hips pulling him flush against his groin. Alex was so close to the Beetle, while he couldn't just rip it off of the man's chest, it didn't mean he couldnt touch it.
“This is cute.” Alex pointed at the beetle while also playing with the man's chest hair that was showing through his open shirt.
“It's worth more than anything you’d ever own, sweetheart.” The man whispered in Alex’s ear, his breath stinking of alcohol.
This was good. If he was drunk enough that Alex could get him alone and just take the beetle from him that would be ideal. The blonde shuddered at the prospect of being alone with this sleazeball but he knew what needed to be done.
“Oh really? I own a lot of things, how would you know?” Alex lightly teased, laying the trap.
“Oh I’d like to find out.” The man whispered into his ear.
The Smuggler grabbed Alex’s hand and they made their way up the backstairs of the nightclub no doubt heading to some of the private rooms. As they made it to the top of the staircase the smuggler spun around and pinned Alex to the wall. He planted what would have been a passionate kiss on the blonde if he hadn’t been so drunk.
Alex returned the kiss to keep up the act but internally he was cringing. The man was way too forceful and a terrible kisser shoving his tongue down his throat.
Just as the thief’s thigh came up between Alex's legs they were interrupted by a growl. It was crazy how clear the sound could be heard over the beat of the music playing in the club below.
The pair broke away to see a large bald man looking at them with fire in his eyes. His face downturned into a frown. Anger and disgust written clearly on his handsome features. Alex froze.
“Sorry man, I had to test the goods before I tried them!” The smuggler laughed. He went to pull Alex off of the wall but Alex was frozen to the spot.
Standing there in all of his former glory was Imhotep. The mummy that never seemed to stay dead, the man who terrorized his mother, father and uncle. Hell even himself when he was a kid. It was like no time had passed since their last meeting. The man's face unchanged even after all of these years. The only difference was now the man was dressed in more modern clothes, clearly blending in with the patrons of the club. It was clear he looked like money with gold rings and a necklace on him but it only accented the handsome lines of his face.
It was known to the O’Connell family that he was back alive but no longer was he trying to take over the world or sacrifice women to find his lost lover. What his day to day was Alex didn't know, so why was he in this underground nightclub?
Before he could ask, Alex was pulled away by the Smuggler, mumbling about finding an open private room.
As they made their way down the hallway and into a secluded room Alex took in his surroundings. It was clear what this room was for with its plush red couches and small bed in the corner. There was even lube on the end table along with bottles of alcohol with varying degrees of fullness.
“Want a drink sweetheart?” The man grabbed one of the fuller bottles and dropped down on the couch with his legs spread taking a swig from the bottle.
With a sigh, Alex put on his best impression of bedroom eyes and took a seat on the man's lap, grabbing the bottle and taking the tiniest sip. Gin, who the hell drinks straight gin?
The man wasted no time getting handsy with the blond. Sucking a bruise into his neck while groping the young man’s bottom. Alex ran his fingers through the man's hair only to find it a greasy mess, ew.
The groping went on for a while until the man rolled Alex over so his back would be flush with the couch. With the smuggler leaning over him the Beetle necklace was dangling in front of the blonde, its ruby somehow glittering even in the dark smoky lighting of the room.
He should just grab it! Take the necklace and knock this asshole out. The man was grinding his pelvis harshly into Alex’s crotch. It wasn't pleasant and the blonde just wanted this to be over with.
Before he could make any moves the door burst open. With a slam it hit the wall causing the couple on the couch to swivel their heads up to see the commotion.
“Hey man can't you see this room is taken? ACK!” The Smugglers complaining was cut off as he was punched in the face, he reared up backwards clearly not aware of what was happening.
From under him Alex froze at the sight. Standing there pummeling this man was Imhotep, his fist bloody from breaking the other man's nose. The golden rings on his finger that were no doubt sacred artifacts were being used to leave marks into the drunken man's face.
Alex rushed up to block the former high priest from causing more damage, grabbing his wrist before he could land another barrage of blows.
“Did he hurt you?” Imhotep questioned.
“No, no I'm fine.” Alex answered quickly.
Imhotep delivered one more kick to the smuggler's abdomen before reaching down to remove the beetle from his neck. Treasure in one hand and Alex in the other he turned to leave, dragging Alex out of the room with him. Moving down the stairs to the exit of the club Alex was in a state of shock.
Was the mummy watching him the whole time? When did he get there and how was Alex going to get the beetle back from him?
The pair was ushered into a sleek back car with leather interior. Alex slid in first with Imhotep after. He was grateful to see the divider between the drivers closed. The fewer people who saw him in the mummy's presence the better.
“I had that, you know.” Alex crossed his arms over his chest. “I didn’t need your help.”
“He had you on your back. And when I came in he was clearly still in possession of the Blood Beetle. When were you going to take it? After you fucked him?” Imhotep sneered.
Alex turned to look out the window at the passing Cairo city lights. He wasn’t sure where they were headed and wanted to make sure he made a note of all the major landmarks he saw.
“I wasn’t going to fuck him I would have knocked him out before it got to that.” He muttered.
Imhotep's hand grabbed Alex by the chin, it forced him to stare into dark brown rage filled eyes. Alex’s baby blues met them with a fire of his own; two could play at this game and he wasn't giving in so easily.
“He marked you little O’Connell. Filth should never touch-”
“What? What's yours?” Alex taunted. “Newsflash big guy but I belong to no one.”
The mummy grunted and released his chin. The car slowly came to a stop and he got out without saying a word to the young man.
Climbing out of the vehicle Alex looked around. It was clear he was in a garage by the multitude of vehicles there ranging from luxury sports cars to military grade trucks.
He followed the man into a side door no doubt leading to the rest of the compound. It was windy with lots of doors that Imhotep passed. This place was massive. They passed by a common area that looked like the inside of a pharaoh's palace with how ornate it was. Eventually they came to a large pair of double doors at the end of the hall.
As Imhotep pushed the doors open, Alex had to wonder if the man was doing all of this to show him the grandeur of his home. It was clearly the man's bedroom or well, a part of it. The main area had ornate couches and a massive bed deeper into the room. Alex wondered where in the world would this man have found a bed frame to fit the size of that mattress.
Imhotep stopped at a door close to the bed that led to the Master bathroom, which was no doubt just as ornate as the rest of the bedroom.
“You may shower in there, there will be clothes waiting for you once you finish.”
What?
“What? Shower? Imhotep how about I take the beetle and be on my way?” Alex bargained, the high priest however was not fazed.
“Shower and we shall discuss it.” His tone left no room for argument.
Alex muttered to himself about stubborn mummies and shut the bathroom door. After stepping into the shower he felt his muscles relax. This was nice. It felt like washing away the touch of that man in the club. The soaps smelt divine like the cattails and lilies that grew on the side of certain parts of the Nile.
If Alex spent a little longer enjoying his luxurious shower then that was between him and the bathroom that Imhotep so graciously let him use. Stepping out however frustration mounted.
The robe left for him was clearly a woman's robe. It was floor length and had bell sleeves and a tapered waist to give it almost a gown look. He looked around for any other article of clothing but all he found was a pair of skimpy underwear with a paisley pattern. Was this some kind of joke?
When Alex voiced as such he was met with Imhotep sitting on one of the plush sofas, a glass of wine offering to join him.
“No thanks, what I would like however is some pants.”
Imhotep laughed and poured another glass of wine holding it up for the blonde to take.
“If I were to give it to you, what are you planning to do with the beetle?” He questioned.
Alex grabbed the outstretched glass but continued to stand.
“Give it to my benefactor. The National Museum of Cairo. Where it belongs.”
“Such a noble cause. It belongs to Anippe, Horemheb's wife. She loved all things red, this was a gift from her husband to celebrate their anniversary.”
Alex was making his way about the room marveling at the sculptures and humming along to show he was listening to Imhotep's tale.
“They said despite the weight of the stone she never took it off to symbolize her utter devotion to her husband.”
“I think being buried alive alongside the man in his tomb was enough devotion.” Alex stopped at the balcony that had a marvelous view over Cairo. Just over the city skyline he could see the beginning rays of the sun peaking over the dunes.
As the blonde gazed out at the city he felt strong hands grasp his hips. He didn't hear the other man get up, he was so quiet. Alex expected the smell of the other man to have been that of rotting flesh but instead he was met with the same scent that was on him. Of course Imhotep has him use the same body soap.
The heat emanating from the man on his back made Alex shiver and melt at the same time. Imhotep was like a furnace, burning hot against the cool desert dawn air. Alex leaned into that heat.
He was confused as to why this man was wrapped around him. Wasn't Imhotep the same man who tried to take over the world not once but twice? Did he not kidnap Alex when he himself was a child? Why was he now accepting his advances?
Imhotep did save him, no? Whether or not he needed saving, the last thing he wanted was more of those drunken hands on his body from the thief.
Now as an adult Alex had done his fair share of experimentation. He knew he was bisexual after getting swept away in whirlwind romances with both men and women. But to his knowledge the man behind him had one love and one love only.
“I hope you know you can’t sacrifice me to bring back your dead lover. I won’t go so easily.”
Alex felt a chuckle in his neck. Imhotep had taken to burying his nose in the young man's hair and moved his head to burrow into the man’s neck.
“Do not worry little O’Connell I plan on enjoying you just like this.”
“Oh?” Cocky bastard, “And what if I say otherwise?”
“If you would like to stop you can Alex.”
This was the first time the man had called him something other than little O’Connell. Hearing his name come from Imhotep's lips made shivers run down his spine.
“Would you like me to stop?” The mummy queried.
Alex turned in his embrace. His palms rested on the other man's chest. The cotton of his shirt was soft under the O'Connell's fingertips. Was he really going to do this?
Blue sky met molten chocolate eyes. Understanding between the two of them.
Alex leaned up on his toes to kiss the bald man but he was met halfway. Imhotep's lips were soft and plush. The kiss was unhurried and cautious. They took their time exploring each other. A curious tongue lapped along the seam of Alex's lips drawing them open. As their tongues met Alex tasted the delicious wine on the other man's tongue. His arms came up to wrap around the mummy’s neck while the arms around his waist became bands of steel with how tight they were.
Imhotep maneuvered them back into the master bedroom without breaking the kiss they were sharing. At some point they bumped into one of the sculptures in the bedroom. The high priest’s head shot up and gave the Horus sculpture a dirty look, affronted about how it broke his attention away from his treasure.
Imhotep’s hands moved lower to the backs of Alex’s thighs, scooping the younger man up. Alex could do nothing but hold on, the robe falling open leaving nothing but his paisley underwear resting against Imhotep's pants.
The feel of his groin rubbing against the other man made Alex gasp into the kiss. Seeing the opening Imhotep moved his mouth to the column of the man’s throat. He kissed from his clavicle up to his hairline and back down, stopping to suck at certain spots. What Alex didn't know was that he was purposefully covering up the marks left by the Smuggler.
“Ah! What are you?” Alex questioned, still grinding on the man below him.
Imhotep growled low in his throat and bit a hard mark into the blonde. “He marked you.”
“Yea so what?”
Imhotep threw the blonde down onto the bed. Alex bounced and landed with his robe askew and legs open exposing himself to the older man. His erection was clear as day with his head pointing up towards his stomach trying to break free from its confines.
The bald man looked at his prize on the bed taking in the flush on the skin of his tanned beauty. The golden caramel does nothing to hide the deep red on the blonde's face and chest.
“He marked what belongs to me. I've let you get away with too much little O’Connell.” Imhotep took his place between Alex’s thighs running his hands along his sides causing Alex to arch into his hands and moan.
“Let me?” he gasped. Overwhelmed by the heat of the man pressing into him. Alex thrusted his hips forward hoping to relieve some of the tension between his legs and Imhotep was happy to let him grind down into the blonde slotting their hips together and creating a delicious friction.
“For too long I’ve let you run free in Egypt, chasing after smugglers, charming socialites and entertaining ridiculous plans that would get you killed.” He kissed his lips again, plundering the younger man's mouth. “I've watched from the shadows little one, helping where I could but tonight I couldn't stand there while you hand yourself over to that scum.”
Imhotep moved himself lower on the bed where his head would be resting in between Alex's thighs. He mouths at the tip peeking out from the top of the other man's underwear. Alex shot his head back into the pillows with a shout. He snapped his head up to watch as his former captor mouthed at the wet spot on his underwear. He could barely think about what information the other man imparted on him.
“You’ve been- Ah! You've been watching me?”
Imhotep rips the underwear down Alex's legs and off of his body.
“I’ve watched over you since the moment you returned to Egypt, little one.”
Imhotep dropped his head down to take Alex's cock into his mouth. Alex let out a shout, eyes widening.
This was maddening! Imhotep was unfairly skilled at this. Alex could barely keep track of his thoughts as the man devoured his cock. He would take as much of it into his mouth and when he came up for air his tongue would wrap itself around his head causing his thoughts to be overrun with pleasure.
“Uahh, Imho- ahh!” He shut his eyes as he tried to collect his thoughts. “I don't remember ever seeing you before tonight.”
during his fight to retain the English language the former mummy had stripped himself naked, so when Alex finally decided to look at him he was greeted with a tanned toned chest and legs for days. He looked down and his eyes widened. Imhotep's cock was huge. The girth alone made Alex gulp. How was he going to fit that inside of him?
As if sensing the young man's trepidations Imhotep reached over into the bedside drawer to the vial of oil.
“Would you like to prepare yourself little one?” he offered.
Alex shook his head no, a furious blush on his face. When he was home in his apartment in Cairo he would touch himself whenever he had an urge but on the loneliest of nights when everyone was asleep, the youngest O’Connell would fuck himself on his own fingers picturing the mummy from his childhood. He knew it was problematic so he told no one about his attraction to his former captor. But now, in the flesh? The only thing Alex wanted was this man deep inside him.
Imhotep rose up onto his knees in between the man's legs. He ran his hands up and down Alex’s cock again, driving the younger man insane with all of the sensations. While Alex was distracted with the hand on his cock he didn't notice the finger now well oiled at his hole, it pushed in up to the knuckle.
Alex let out a gasp while he heard Imhotep moan, no doubt at his tightness. Soon one finger became two and Alex was helpless but to shift his hips trying to ride the fingers inside of him.
“You look beautiful like this Alex. Crying out for pleasure only I can give you.”
Alex wrapped his arms around the priest's head pulling him up to kiss him while the man's fingers were nonstop pumping inside him.
“More ah more! Imhotep I'm ready.”
“So impatient. I don't want to hurt you little one.”
By this point he had 3 fingers inside the blonde stretching the velvet walls while searching for something.
“I’m not impatient I’m- I’m ahh!” Alex’s body arched off of the plush mattress. The feeling of Imhotep's fingers inside hit something that made him see stars. Once he somewhat recovered from it, his eyes met the man above him. The predatory gaze made Alex tremble, Imhotep had found the one spot that would make Alex go crazy.
“Please, wait- Ahhh!”
Alex couldn’t get a full sentence in. Once Imhotep found the boy's G-spot that was all he was aiming for. His fingers alone were rearranging the boy's insides. Hitting his prostate on every thrust. Alex was going to lose his mind if he kept this up. He tried to reach his own hand down to wrap around Imhotep's wrist trying to slow the oncoming onslaught of pleasure but it was to no avail. The mummy was intent on making Alex O’Connell cum on just his fingers.
“Imhotep, please Imhotep!”
“Go on my desert beauty cum for me.”
Alex arched his back so hard his back was almost completely off the mattress. His toes curled and he saw white. The only reason he knew he wasn't dying was the feeling of his cum splashing against his stomach.
He felt more than he saw Imhotep leave the bed to grab something off of the couch. As he was coming down from his orgasm he felt his head gently lifted off the bed and a weight settled onto his chest.
He opened his hazy blue eyes to see the ruby Blood Beetle necklace hanging around his neck.
“Horemheb was a smart man, you look absolutely divine dressed in the jewels of the Desert.” Imhotep looked down on him, admiring his work.
Alex looked more like a Greek statue. His legs were splayed open and his arms were outstretched by his head, cooling cum on his stomach and glistening hole clenching around nothing. He was a picture of divinity, the true god of pleasure and carnal desire. Imhotep was but a slave to worship what he had captured.
The mummy planted slow kisses on his lover's lips, bringing him back to the land of the living. His cock which had gone untouched until now was hard as steel, looking to make a home inside of the blonde. It twitched with precum leaking out of the slit.
“Little Alex,” he whispered into the other’s ear, “Are you ready for me?”
All Alex could do was nod and whimper. He felt so empty and the only way he could solve this was with Imhotep's cock.
He felt pressure at his entrance and the noticeable feeling of his hole stretching to accommodate the monster cock that was pushing inside of him. Alex let out a whine while Imhotep's face was scrunched up in concentration, trying not to cum prematurely.
“Oh god you're so big, you're filling me up so good.” Alex moaned. His arms were back in their place around the mummy’s neck and lightly scratched the older man's back.
Imhotep could only nod and grunt. The boy was tight and hot. The feeling was unlike anything he ever felt before. He tried to calm himself begging to get the go ahead to start thrusting.
“Imhotep?”
He opened his eyes to see clear blue ones staring back at him. The red gem around his neck makes them seem even more blue.
“Yes?” He grit out.
“Fuck me please.”
That was all the go ahead the high priest needed. He began pistoning in and out of the youngest O’Connell trying to aim for the man's prostate yet again. He knew he wasn't going to last long but he still wanted to bring the other man pleasure.
Alex’s moans were uncontrollable. He tried covering his mouth to stop the whimpers but that was quickly thwarted when Imhotep grabbed both of his hands in one of his and pinned him to the mattress. His cock was bullying Alex’s hole and he was powerless but to take everything that was being given to him. He belonged to Imhotep, nothing but a slave to his pleasure, he began crying out when he felt it.
Imhotep's cock was like a homing missile aiming for Alex's prostate again and again. Alex was cock drunk and could barely keep his eyes open. He lifted his head searching for Imhotep's lips. Sensing the boy's desires, Imhotep met him halfway, plunging his tongue into the other's mouth. Nipping on his lips and sucking them into his mouth he said,
“You're doing so well taking my cock, no one will be able to bring you pleasure like this again. You may try with someone else but you will belong to me Alex O’Connell. Your body is mine and I am yours.”
“Fuck yes! Please, your cock is ruining my hole!” Alex shouted.
Imhotep sped up his thrusts, hips audibly slapping into the others, he looked down at where they were joined watching how Alex’s entrance was sucking his cock back inside like it never wanted him to leave. He was addicted to this boy and he could tell Alex felt the same way.
“Oh god Imhotep I'm going to cum again oh please.” Alex let out a long whine, sweaty blonde locks plastered to his forehead. Imhotep lowered himself so their foreheads met. They shared passionate kisses.
“Let us come together, little one. Cum on my cock like how you were meant to be!”
Alex was a slave to follow the older man's command. His eyes rolled into the back of his head while Imhotep sped up his thrusts again with seemingly endless energy.
Soon he felt the thrust becoming choppy and the telltale warmth of semen coating his insides. The pants of both men making up the only sound in the large master bedroom. The sun now fully up as the two men laid down to rest.
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The first thing that Alex felt when he woke up was the full feeling inside of him. Reaching tentatively behind him he noticed that the messed up blankets behind him were cold. The only indication that someone was there was that the bed was not made up.
Alex reached a hand lower to investigate the full feeling inside himself, as his finger traveled between his bottom cheeks his hand brushed against something hard.
Imhotep had put a jewel butt plug inside of him.
That asshole! Alex's face was flushed in indignation. Of course the man wasn't going to stay; he expected that despite the mind blowing sex, but the plug, really?
Alex turned to get out of the bed and take another shower in the mummies luxurious bathroom when he felt the weight of the ruby Blood Beetle around his neck. Of course the man left him with a parting gift.
The beetle of Anippe means love and passion enduring life and death.
Somehow Alex knew this wasn’t the last he saw of Imhotep.