(The Bartimaeus Trilogy: Ptolemy x Bartimaeus) Dare Not Tread
For alphabet_love, seldom_end and team7's mile-long pole fic challenge
Title: Dare Not Tread
Theme: #5 - Egypt
Series: The Bartimaeus Trilogy
Characters: Ptolemy x Bartimaeus (implied)
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Allusions to interspecies relationships. As per book canon, Ptolemy is 14 in this story.
Ptolemy was known to be an intellectual, an experimenter, an academic. Though his beloved books communicated to him in so many ways that even his own family did not, he surprised even himself when he found himself hungering after something less lofty and far more base.
It was only natural for him to be curious about the pleasures of the flesh. The fulfillment of desire was another territory waiting to be explored and he wished to learn more of it, if only to expand his horizons. His own cousin was fond of bragging about his various conquests and there were many of those - from the serving maid to royal princesses to humble villagers.
Like any warm-blooded living being, Ptolemy hungered to know the taste of another's skin beneath his lips, the slide of skin against skin and of limbs entangling in the most intimate manner. Would it be as pleasurable as was promised by his cousin? Or would there only be pain, as evidenced by the muffled sobs of his cousin's concubines in the early hours of the morning?
He was confident he could take both the good and the bad that came with the experience - all knowledge was power after all. The only problem was that there was nobody with whom he could trust his virgin body. His cousin's multiple attempts on his life had closed all possibility of friendship for him. No, there was nobody for him. No human, at least.
Ptolemy pushed away the papyri and quills that were cluttering his table to watch Rekhyt as he amused himself by shapeshifting rapidly from one form to the next, getting smaller and smaller with each change. He laughed with unalloyed pleasure when the djinn started his series of transformations in the guise of his bellicose cousin and finally ended the exercise as a small mouse. He clapped his hands in appreciation and Rekhyt then ran up the length of his arm to settle in the curve where his neck joined his shoulder.
Ptolemy prided himself as a fearless hunter in the realm of knowledge. But even he knew there were some boundaries not meant to be crossed.
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Title: Dare Not Tread
Theme: #5 - Egypt
Series: The Bartimaeus Trilogy
Characters: Ptolemy x Bartimaeus (implied)
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Allusions to interspecies relationships. As per book canon, Ptolemy is 14 in this story.
Ptolemy was known to be an intellectual, an experimenter, an academic. Though his beloved books communicated to him in so many ways that even his own family did not, he surprised even himself when he found himself hungering after something less lofty and far more base.
It was only natural for him to be curious about the pleasures of the flesh. The fulfillment of desire was another territory waiting to be explored and he wished to learn more of it, if only to expand his horizons. His own cousin was fond of bragging about his various conquests and there were many of those - from the serving maid to royal princesses to humble villagers.
Like any warm-blooded living being, Ptolemy hungered to know the taste of another's skin beneath his lips, the slide of skin against skin and of limbs entangling in the most intimate manner. Would it be as pleasurable as was promised by his cousin? Or would there only be pain, as evidenced by the muffled sobs of his cousin's concubines in the early hours of the morning?
He was confident he could take both the good and the bad that came with the experience - all knowledge was power after all. The only problem was that there was nobody with whom he could trust his virgin body. His cousin's multiple attempts on his life had closed all possibility of friendship for him. No, there was nobody for him. No human, at least.
Ptolemy pushed away the papyri and quills that were cluttering his table to watch Rekhyt as he amused himself by shapeshifting rapidly from one form to the next, getting smaller and smaller with each change. He laughed with unalloyed pleasure when the djinn started his series of transformations in the guise of his bellicose cousin and finally ended the exercise as a small mouse. He clapped his hands in appreciation and Rekhyt then ran up the length of his arm to settle in the curve where his neck joined his shoulder.
Ptolemy prided himself as a fearless hunter in the realm of knowledge. But even he knew there were some boundaries not meant to be crossed.
end