The Ten Commandments

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Yes, i have just written slash from the Charlton Heston epic 'The Ten Commandments'.
Yes, i feel terrible about it.

Anyway, its Moses/Rameses

PG-13, maybe a bit higher.

I don't own it obv, i just felt like writing it : )

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Rameses stood on the balcony of his quarters, staring out over the great land that he would one day rule. Even though the sun had long set, and the stars were out, he could still hear the sounds of slaves at work. Moses often complained that they should not work at night, that they should rest, so Rameses had set them more work out of spite.

There were only five hours left until the sun rose once more and when it did Moses would be leaving on a quest to conquer Ethiopia. It was another challenge of Sethi’s; Moses to conquer, Rameses to build. But what was important was that it meant Moses would be away. He would be free of him for a short while.

He would stand in the light instead of in Moses’ shadow. With Moses away he could cement his place as Sethi’s rightful heir and Nefretiri’s lover.

He was too full of plots and plans to sleep and it was a hot, sticky night. Servants were stationed by his bed with palm leaves, waiting to fan him to sleep, but Rameses passed them by with a look of scorn.

He walked the grand hallway past Bithiah’s rooms and then Nefretiri’s. He paused outside the Throne Princess’s doors and considered going in. But she would fight him and sing praises of Moses and for once Rameses didn’t feel like dancing with her.

He walked on, down familiar stairs and across floors he had walked a thousand times. There was silence all around and he revelled in it. Late at night was the only time he could relax even the slightest bit. The only time he didn’t have to defend his right to rule or prove himself in the face of Moses’ goodness.

It was an unwelcome surprise when he wandered into the Throne room and found the golden prince lounging by the feet of Seti’s throne.

“Should you not be sleeping?” he asked bitterly, “You have a great journey to begin tomorrow.”

Moses looked up, showing no surprise at seeing Rameses. “I was trying to,” he said, a smile on his lips, “But unfortunately the heat seems to be keeping me awake.”

“Why can’t you stay awake in your own rooms?” Rameses inquired. “Or at least I thought Nefretiri would be glad to help keep you cool.”

Moses raised an eyebrow and shook his head wearily, “I don’t want to fight with you, Rameses.”

“No,” Rameses agreed, “I wouldn’t want to fight me either.”

“You think I would lose?”

“No doubt.”

Moses stood with a weary sigh, “Its too hot, and we’re too old, for these games.”

Rameses frowned and moved closer to the younger prince. The way Moses could always stay so calm infuriated him to no end. But he could remember sparring as children and he could remember knocking Moses to the floor and winning. He could also remember laughter and jokes and a sort of friendship that had all but faded when he had realised that Moses was a threat to him.

“I would win. I will win.” He stared into Moses’ eyes; a challenge.

Moses shook his head, “Rameses, what does it matter? What will be will be.”

There was a moments silence. The two men stared at each other. Rameses’ posture was tense, coiled, ready to strike. Moses, who had been relaxed, soon became less so, his stance eventually mirroring the other man’s.

Rameses struck first, a hard blow to the younger man’s jaw. Moses stumbled only slightly before retaliating. His blow landed on Rameses’ stomach and he doubled over, biting his lip to keep from crying out. They circled each other then, like vultures, each fighting their own private inner war at the same time.

If Sethi were to find out about this they would be disgraced. It was behaviour unbecoming of them. They should know better. Moses was supposed to know better. Rameses smiled at the thought. So the perfect prince wasn’t quite so perfect after all.

He ran at Moses and grabbed him in a headlock. The other man elbowed him roughly in the stomach and Rameses pulled the young man’s hair as he tried to squirm away. Something about the heat, the feel of Moses’ skin against him, the rush of adrenaline from the fight, was making Rameses dizzy. Without warning he loosed his grip on Moses’ throat and collapsed against the nearest wall.

Moses watched him suspiciously, trying to regain his breath. There was a bruise already appearing on his cheekbone and Rameses felt the thrill of victory. He was sure he would have no visible marks of their encounter the next morning.

“I have won.” he said suddenly.

“This fight,” Moses said, somewhat reluctantly. He came to stand near Rameses and suddenly it was too near and Rameses could see every detail of the other man’s face; the strong nose, the high cheekbones, the chiselled jaw, the thick, soft hair. So different from his own.

Without understanding what he was doing he touched a finger to the bruise on the younger man’s face.

“Perhaps Nefretiri will not find you so enticing with this,” he mocked. But his hand spoke differently, it travelled the prince’s face seemingly of its own free will; tracing the line of his jaw, his lips.

“Is this another game, Rameses?” Moses asked softly, his breathing ragged and his eyes guarded. “If so, I don’t want to play.”

Rameses smiled, “Afraid to lose again?”

Moses drew in a deep breath, “Yes.”

The kiss was rough and bitter and no one knew quite who had started it. Moses pressed Rameses against the wall and Rameses tugged at Moses' hair, in an entirely different way than he had previously, as they both fought for dominance.

Rameses ran his hands over Moses’ body, feeling the hard muscles beneath smooth skin. He felt himself harden and hated himself as he pressed closer to the other man’s body, leaving not a breath between them. He could feel Moses’ own heat against him and knew that it was wrong. It was madness. If they didn’t stop now they never would. If they didn’t stop now he would lose. He would remember that he had once loved Moses.

He would realise that he still did.

With a harsh cry he pushed the taller man away. Moses looked at him with hurt in his eyes but Rameses refused to see it. He sneered at the other prince and then, unable to clear his head to think of a cutting remark, stalked away and left him alone in the dark.

When he got back to his rooms he sent all his servants away and let the heat and thoughts of his forbidden desire wash over him until he was spent and he could sleep. He would never again allow himself to love Moses. He would never again allow himself to fall, to lose. Whatever the cost would be. So let it be written, so let it be done.

Comments

[visiblemarket.livejournal.com]

Yes, i have just written slash from the Charlton Heston epic 'The Ten Commandments'.
Yes, i feel terrible about it.

Well, if it makes you feel any better: I have just read slash from the Charlton Heston epic 'The Ten Commandments'. And enjoyed it very much. Two sentences I could not have anticipated saying, ever, but this really was quite good. ;)

[heartofslash.livejournal.com]

To risk further heresy, that was fucking awesome, dude.

[agdhani.livejournal.com]

Very well done!
Is this archived anywhere? Another list I'm on is going to be hosting a 'rare pairing/crossover' week at the end of April. I'm going to recommend this community to everyone, but would love to rec this fic directly as well if that's possible :D

[igbc.livejournal.com]

This was really good. The characters sound like themselves, and now I want to see the movie again. Oh, God...

[karaokegal.livejournal.com]

Brilliant and hot! Chuck wouldn't approve, but I suspect Mr. Brynner wouldn't have minded. :)