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Ack! I couldn't take it any
longer. This chapter has driven me quite nuts over the past month or
so. So here it is. I truly hope it meets your expectations. Thank you
for reading!

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Atemu lingered at the entryway
to his suite well after his captive took refuge behind the massive
doors. He wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with Dartz' superiority
complex even though he considered the man to be more than just a
casual acquaintance. But when the guards began to fidget beneath his
gaze he decided that it was best just to get the coming day over and
done with so that he could rest.

With a despondent sigh the
Pharaoh straightened his shoulders and made his way towards the
throne room. He was utterly exhausted. Perhaps he could cut his
duties short and catch a little sleep. Seto wasn't there so it wasn't
as if anyone was going to take him to task for skipping out on a
couple of minor cases. In any case it would be in the best interest
of those brought before him for him to be well rested and easily
placated. With that thought firmly in mind he stepped into the great
hall.

As he spied the Hyksos
commander admiring the statues at the entrance to the hall Atemu
smoothed his features into an implacable mask of calm, his deep voice
ringing out with authority as he made his way across the hall.
“Commander Dartz, I trust you are well?”

“My
Pharaoh, it is an honor to see you again.” Dartz drew himself
down into a flamboyant bow at the Egyptian royal's approach.

With a roll of his eyes Atemu
waved off the practice, more comfortable with their usual greetings
than the formality he was being shown. “You may rise Dartz, I
do not require you to use the conventional greetings.”

Dartz had been his Hyksos
liaison since the moment Atemu had ascended the throne, having held
the position during his father's reign. And although there were times
he took offense to the man's gruff, self-important manner the two of
them got on well enough to approach each other outside of the
customary boundaries enforced by their cultures. He would be damned
if they lost that ability to communicate due to this catastrophe.

Dartz was a decent person to
his knowledge. Atemu wouldn't go so far as to say he trusted him
implicitly, but he was of a decent sort.

“I
am well.” Dartz replied as he rose, reaching out and clasping
his hand against the Pharaoh's arm in a cordial gesture, Atemu
reciprocating the motion. “ I was unsure of my welcome...I, uh,
well to be blunt...are we at war?”

“Come
– “ Atemu calmly disengaged himself from the other's
grasp, “walk with me to the kitchens and I shall explain.”

Dartz fell into step alongside
him, guards immediately flanking the pair as they made their way out
of the great hall. “I was informed upon my arrival at the
palace that you had taken control of Hyksos. Is this true?”

Atemu nodded, “Yes,
however you have no need to fear war. I am merely setting things to
right before they escalate beyond control.”

Atemu didn't want to come right
out and speak his mind concerning the destruction of his friend's
village. From what his intelligence had gathered over the past couple
of weeks few, if any Hyksos people knew of its demolition, if they
even knew of or acknowledged its existence in the first place, for it
was considered a village of outcasts from their kingdom.

With that fact in mind he would
wait and watch, let the other approach him with his theories, if
indeed he had any. It wasn't that he didn't trust the commander, but
he had learned early on to be wary of friendly faces carrying swords.
And he knew all too well there was an enemy hiding out there
somewhere between their borders, just waiting for him to drop his
guard. Until that enemy was within his grasp he would be wise to
trust no one.

Dartz shot him an amused look,
“Since when do you actually go looking for trouble? I mean no
offense, your Highness, especially considering the circumstances, but
we do have one member of royalty remaining and if the Persians are
correct he would be the one to lead us from our path to
self-destruction.” The man halted mid-step. “Is he...?”

Atemu slanted his companion a
glance as he came to a halt. “He has been taken care of,”
he stated firmly, letting the other think what he wanted of the
words.

As much as the young royal
would have liked nothing more than to set the other's mind to rest,
it was imperative that he give as little information as possible
concerning his captive. With the meeting of the high council just
over the horizon he did not need anyone knowing about the prize he
had hidden away in his suite.

Add that to the fact that the
whole set-up with Otogi's village seemed to hinge on someone's
jealousy over the Hyksos ruler's enviable status. It was just better
for everyone all around if he kept his mouth shut and his ears open.

Dartz recoiled instantly at the
Pharaoh's tone, seeming to pick his words carefully. “I-I...uh
I see, so what is it you intend to do?”

Atemu began walking once again
without bothering to see if the other kept pace, “I shall
retain control over Hyksos until I see a solution that is acceptable
to both sides. I do not wish for another territory to oversee, but I
fail to see any other recourse for the moment – unless you
have a solution to this predicament.”

“Well,
you could...I, uh, no, not really.” Dartz replied, scurrying to
keep pace. “Seeing as I am released from my servitude by your
actions I find myself in the unique position of not knowing quite
what to do.”

The two made it to the
kitchens, Atemu giving a sweeping glance as the workers stopped what
they were doing, dropping to the floor with murmurs of surprise. “As
you were, there is no need for ceremony. We are merely hungry.”
He commanded gently, searching out a quiet area in the corner of the
room in which to conduct his affairs.

The kitchens had always been
Atemu's favorite place in the palace, barring his private gardens.
With the hustle and bustle of the cooks and their apprentices it was
a joyous place to relax and take in complex workings of human
relationships. But with everything that had gone on recently he'd
found no time to give in to his fascination of people watching, which
was clearly evident by the way he was greeted this morning.

No sooner had the two of them
sat down on a bench near one of the secluded chopping tables and two
plates of roasted pheasant were set down in front of them, along with
half of a melon and some wine. Atemu nodded his appreciation before
pinning the other man with a questioning look.

There was something not quite
right, almost calculating about the furtive expression on the man's
face as he glanced around at the kitchen staff as they returned to
their duties. Atemu shook his head to clear it, once again seeing
only a man whom he had known and at least somewhat trusted for years.
Perhaps it was wholly in his imagination and they were both too tired
to think straight.

“What
do you mean you are unsure of what to do?” He asked.

Dartz recovered quickly, an
innocent yet thoroughly puzzled look encompassing his features –
the expression itself looking out of place on his normally arrogant
appearance. “Do I swear allegiance to you, your Highness? Or
are we to return home as if nothing untoward has happened? I have no
issue with swearing fealty to you, if that is what is needed, but I
had hoped to return home and live out the remainder of my life in
peace.”

Atemu considered his questions,
and the manner in which they were spoken, for a moment, chewing his
food slowly before answering, “you need not swear yourself to
me. And I will not keep you from your home if that is your wish. This
is only a temporary solution.”

“So
you are considering placing someone of trust on the throne then, is
that it?” Dartz questioned with a sigh, his expression
carefully neutral. “If this is the case than I shall hang
around for a little while. I have been a part of the Hyksos court for
many years and I would be able to point out acceptable and
unacceptable qualities in each of the candidates with more ease than
you due to familiarity. There are so few worthy of the appointment,
if any. It would almost be of more benefit to seek someone outside
the bounds of nobility for the position.”

Atemu gave a noncommittal
sound, listening closely to the undertone of the other's smooth
words. “You and your troops are welcome to stay for as long as
you want. My door is always open to you, as you know.”

Dartz bowed his head
graciously, “I thank you, your Highness. I am at your disposal
until this mess can be sorted out.”

Atemu blinked in an attempt to
clear his muddled thoughts. There was something not quite right about
this entire conversation. Dartz subservient attitude and placating
words were completely unlike the self important person he had always
known. But then again the man had just returned from a disastrous
skirmish against the Persians only to find that his homeland was in
the hands of the Egyptians, so perhaps he was having a hard time
adjusting.

Or
perhaps,
the Pharaoh thought to himself, I
am just tired and jumping at shadows, prepared to lay blame where
none is due.

Either way it would do him no
good to drag out this conversation any further than this morning
meal. He needed some rest before he could fully understand all of the
other's subtle nuances and slick words. Dartz had been a part of the
courts for longer than he had been Pharaoh and he was clearly more
adept at knowing which face to show and when to show it.

Atemu drew the discussion on to
another, more impersonal topic as the two of them picked their way
through their meals, with Dartz asking after the health and
well-being of his priests and himself. Once finished, they made their
way back towards the throne room, the Pharaoh more than eager for his
day in court to be over and done with.

He needed at least some sleep
if he were going to continue courting his young captive and convince
him to stay by his side, as well as deal with this new difficulty. So
many problems, and he just had the nagging intuition that not only
was there so much more than what he was seeing, but that they had to
do with the little beauty that was currently asleep in his suite.

Once they reached the double
doors of the throne room Atemu gave the commander a parting promise
to dine with him during the next evening. Dartz murmured his
appreciation, giving his regards to those priests that met them at
the entryway before taking his leave. Atemu sighed deeply as his
title was announced from the chamber beyond. On top of everything
else that he had to deal with why did he have the feeling that this
day was going to drag out forever?

Realizing there was little else
he could do, the Pharaoh took a deep breath and entered the throne
room with his head held high.

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Yugi stood on the balcony,
rhythmically tapping one bare foot against the smooth stone floor as
he gnawed on his lower lip. He had managed only a couple of hours of
fitful sleep since he and the Pharaoh had parted ways at the first
light of Re, returning to his chambers with every intention of
getting some well deserved rest. But once his head hit the comfort of
the plump pillows his thoughts wound up, making him relive every
single moment spent in the company of his enigmatic captor.

Finally, after some useless
hours of tossing and turning he had given up on the idea of sleep
altogether and gone in search of Mai so that they could get a start
on his daily training in hopes that he would, after his lesson was
finished, be too worn out to contemplate the mess that had become of
his life.

Yeah.
As if.

He gave a wistful sigh as his
eyes wandered over the darkening landscape, seeing and yet not, the
graceful walls that enclosed the palace and the beginnings of
torchlights in the streets of the village beyond. The evening before
he had expressed a desire to feel the prevailing breezes first hand.
And the Pharaoh, in an unselfish act of kindness, had given him
permission to access to the balcony off his private chambers, as well
as the gardens below.

It was exactly that type of
behavior that confused him to no end. Benevolence was a personality
trait that the Hyksos ruler had never before heard attributed to the
arrogant Egyptian Pharaoh and yet, more often than not whenever they
came into contact with each other the older monarch was nothing but.

Yugi heaved another sigh. To
say he was confused right now would be like saying his friend Jou had
a healthy appetite – an understatement of astronomical
proportions. He had no more than to hear the Pharaoh's majestic
baritone voice and his heart would attempt to flee his chest,
straight up into his throat. His words became stuttered and broken,
his thoughts erratic, unfocused, as a warm heat rushed to his face.
And yet, it wasn't as if he feared for his life anymore.

In fact, as the days passed he
found himself becoming more and more impatient to hear that powerful,
silky tone, to feast his gaze upon the other's regal features, to be
seen by the one who haunted his every dream. The tapping foot stilled
as Yugi drew in a startled breath.

When had his feelings changed
from the nervous anxiety of one who was about to meet his maker to
this insatiable need to be near to the one who originally caused his
distress? Even more importantly, why had they changed? Why did the
thought of those piercing eyes watching his every move send a jolt of
heat straight through his soul?

Was he truly falling for the
Egyptian monarch...? Yugi's eyes widened at the thought. Or...had he
already fallen?! Was that what his problem was? Oh gods he was so
confused. He wished right now more than ever before that Ryou or Jou
were here, or that he was allowed the company of Malik. Perhaps one
of them would have the answers. He sighed again, toeing the ground in
aggravation; or maybe not and no one would understand what he was
talking about.

Impatiently
Yugi tapped his foot twice more against the polished stone. This was
not
what he had come here for. His original intention was to find a
private place to practice the dance moves that Mai had attempted to
teach him earlier. But once again his thoughts and fears were getting
in the way. With an impatient huff he thrust them away and attempted
to concentrate on proving his mentor's harsh, unforgiving words
wrong.

When he hadn't been able to do
more than move about the floor with all the grace and poise of one of
the wooden statues guarding the upper floor she had become
exasperated with him and his lack of confidence, telling him in no
uncertain terms that he needed to practice the steps that she had
shown him on his own for there wasn't any more she could do for him
until he learned to overcome his timidity.

Her aim was true, the deadly
accurate words pricking his conscience even now as he peered around
once more to make certain that he was still alone. She was right. His
fear was holding him back from being the person he wanted to be, from
doing what he wanted to.

It
was time to let go of that timid, helpless mind-set once and for all.
Throw off the shackles of his father's low standards and be the man
he
wanted to be. It was time for him to grow up. And it was ever so
clear that no one was going to hold his hand throughout the process.

Once Yugi was satisfied that
there was no one there to see him make a fool of himself he stretched
his leg gracefully to the side, tapping against the floor in an
effort to find the right rhythm. When he found what he was looking
for he closed his eyes, rolling his hips, his body gliding sinfully
to the erotic dance that was known only to those in the harems.
Perhaps it wasn't as hard as he had thought.

As he moved gracefully about
the balcony caught up in a beat of his own making, his mind wandered
over different and varying points in his life, searching for answers
to the questions that he never had the courage to ask himself. His
thoughts became clearer as his movements grew more pronounced, more
elegant. The deeper he delved int his concerns the more apparent it
became that whatever move he made in life had always hinged on other
people's opinions of him – one person in particular. And yet,
that wasn't what he wanted. It wasn't him.

That was the one trait he
admired most about the Pharaoh; his ability to remain decisive no
matter the opposition. His self-confidence and poise. Well, that and
those amazing eyes. His heart melted whenever they seemed to look his
way. Allowing his thoughts to roam wherever they needed Yugi swayed
to the beat in his heart, his footsteps light and soundless as he
gave himself over to the dance in a way that would have made his
instructor proud, had she been there to see him.

Round
and round he twirled, rolling his hips gracefully with a snap of his
fingers. His pulse sped up, a fine sheen of sweat covering his body
as he twirled around the balcony, his body on autopilot as he lost
himself in the motions. A vision of lust-filled ruby eyes appeared in
his mind and he stuttered to a stop, eyes wide as reality slapped him
in the face with the force of a landslide. He had
fallen...somewhere along the line he had fallen for the mysterious,
temperamental man with those amazing eyes.

He stood there for a moment as
if frozen, eyes wide in shock. This wasn't supposed to be! Wasn't he
supposed to hate his captor? The young Hyksos shook his head
vehemently to clear the thoughts. This was getting him nowhere, and
soon he would lose this moment of privacy. Sure it was a bothersome
fact, but he had other worries as well. He didn't want to be
responsible for Mai's foul mood the next time they met. And anyways,
hadn't his thoughts become clearer the less he dwelled on them?

Determined not to let this new
discovery get the best of him Yugi took up his dance again, only this
time without his even realizing it the beat slowed, becoming more
erotic, more sensual as his hands came up to wrap around his body,
sliding along his sweat slicked skin as he rolled his hips, dipping
and swaying, helplessly caught up in a fantasy where he was dancing
with the one who's eyes followed his every move.

Eventually Yugi gave in to the
fantasy that his captor was the one holding him, teasing him,
stroking firm, calloused fingertips over bare and overheated skin.
And, as he closed his eyes, fantasy and reality blurred. The hands
that were teasing his sides were not those of his own, the heat that
surrounded him was not from the physical exertion of the dance itself
but from the heat of the other's slender body moving against his.

He wanted this so badly, but he
had never been able to reach out for it for fear of being ridiculed
for his desires. To see the Pharaoh laugh at him for his ignorance,
it would crush him beyond what his father had done with all his
cruel, taunting words and humiliating tirades. It would crush him
completely.

Did it even matter anymore that
the Pharaoh was only after his body? Could he find a way to make the
man fall for him as a whole? He would love nothing more than to be
able to allow the one who had unknowingly stolen his heart to hold
him until he no longer saw his father's vengeful face in his dreams,
to lie in the other's arms and not have to worry that he wasn't
living up to their expectations.

And as he danced away his fears
the fantasy became so real he could feel the hardness of his captor's
arousal through his thin wrap, the slender hands that enticed his
hips to move along with them, the soft breath against his ear. He
could hear the throaty purr as he boldly rubbed himself against the
other's warmth. Gentle hands stroked his skin, eliciting a near
silent moan and Yugi threw his head back, savoring the sensations,
the feeling of something out of place nagging at his consciousness.

Purr?

Yugi's eyes shot open and he
stumbled away from his captor's teasing grip, only to trip over his
feet and land on his knees. Tears sprang to his eyes and he gave a
surprised hiss as he skinned his knees against the smoothness of the
floor. He gritted his teeth against the pain and turned to meet the
other's piercing scarlet gaze.

“You
dance very well, little one.” Atemu commented as he took a step
towards his captive, hand held out in a silent plea for the boy to
return to his arms. “How is it you are able to keep that talent
so well hidden from the rest of the world?”

When the younger ruler flinched
at his gesture Atemu dropped his arm with a disappointed sigh. He had
come straight to his chambers from a long weary day at court without
the break he had so desperately needed, thinking to have a relaxing
bath before convincing his captive to accompany him on an excursion
to the public gardens on the other side of the palace.

But when he caught sight of the
boy's erotic dance out on the balcony all thoughts of an outing fled
his mind, his blood rushing south with a suddenness that surprised
even him.

He was enthralled by the fluid
beauty of his captive's sensual dance, his quickly overheating body
needing to join in the other's sinful motions. Briefly he wondered
how the boy had learned to dance as he did, for not too long ago Mai
had told him that his young captive was entirely too timid to truly
gain any knowledge from their lessons.

He was about to announce his
presence when the boy tripped to a halt, eyes unseeing as he fought
an internal battle, but before he could so much as move the little
one resumed his dance. Only this time his movements were slower, more
erotic and Atemu found he no longer cared where his captive had
learned to dance.

The Pharaoh was drawn into the
delicious scene from the first sultry snap of those hips and before
he could gather his wits he found himself moving in sync behind his
smaller partner, rubbing up against him in a sinful dance that
mimicked the what he so desperately wanted to do. His fingertips
skimmed gently across the pale skin that shone in the moonlight, his
body aching with the need to claim this young dancer and mark him as
his own.

When the little one abruptly
pulled away Atemu fought against the urge to drag him back, mentally
berating himself when he caught sight of the fear prevalent in those
expressive eyes. Perhaps it would have been best if he had kept his
hands to himself.

Yugi flinched at the lust
glowing in the Pharaoh's eyes, caught helplessly between craving and
fear. His gaze narrowed angrily. Hadn't he just had this conversation
within his mind about overcoming this irrational fear that was always
taking over his life? He just couldn't take it any more.

He was sick and tired of being
afraid of everyone, and of every situation that life threw at him,
all because a couple of men treated him as though he was nothing more
than a play-toy. His father thought he was a toy, playing with his
emotions and leading him to believe he was worthless no matter how
hard he tried to please him. Pegasus had tried to buy him as a toy,
something for him to take out his aggressions on.

And the Pharaoh...well, he was
just as bad as the other two, tearing him ruthlessly from everything
that he had ever known and throwing him into a life not of his
choosing...but then again, his captor had also been there for him
when he needed a shoulder to cry on, teased him into smiling when he
was feeling down, and talked to him as though he was another person,
not just a toy.

And, as Yugi sat there on the
ground rubbing his skinned knee, he realized that he had come to
trust the Egyptian monarch's judgment more so than he had ever
trusted the other two combined. Perhaps it was time to give in, stop
fighting what he wasn't so sure he wanted to fight anymore. But...he
wasn't sure what he should do, it was all so confusing. Why couldn't
anything be simple in life?!

The Hyksos ruler flicked a
frustrated glare at his captor before flopping onto his backside,
drawing his scraped knees against his chest and wrapping his arms
around them, conflicting emotions warring in his eyes.

Atemu reined in his desire as
best he could, dropping to his knees at the look of complete
frustration marring the boy's features. He folded his legs to the
side, leaning on his hand as he studied the other's tense features
intently. “What troubles you so, little one?”

Yugi's mouth worked soundlessly
for a minute before he grabbed two fistfuls of hair and tugged –
hard. “I just...I want...arg! Can I...can we just get this over
with?! I'm sick and tired of being afraid all the time! And this is
one thing I'm afraid of...It's on my mind constantly, you're on my
mind constantly! I hear your voice in my dreams...I can't do this
anymore! I just can't...”

Atemu's eyes lit up at the
unconscious admission, a smirk playing about his lips as he queried,
“you dream of me, little one? Surely they are all pleasant
dreams?”

Yugi paled, thinking through
what he had just said before a deep blush lit up his face.
“Uh...about that...I didn't mean...I didn't mean to say that
out loud...”

With the devious smirk still
adorning his features Atemu crawled seductively towards his prey,
locking eyes with the hesitant Hyksos, “and yet you did say
exactly that, little one. What, pray tell, are you trying to impart
to me?”

Yugi watched the other warily
until they were nearly nose to nose, his mouth drier than the desert
beyond the palace walls. “I, um, what I'm trying to say
is...that I want to get this over with. This bedding...I don't want
to be afraid anymore...”

Yugi couldn't deny that there
was something inherently sensual about his captor, something in the
way he walked, the way he spoke, the man just screamed sexual
prowess. And he was so tired of fighting this attraction –
whatever it was. Tired of being afraid. He just wanted to be held, to
be told that everything would be alright – that it was okay for
him to just be himself. That no one would demand more than he could
give.

“What
is there to be afraid of, little one?” The words were a mere
breath against his ear and Yugi shuddered lightly.

At the boy's shiver Atemu sat
back on his haunches, lightly trailing his fingers over his captive's
arm. “I am not going to devour you, little one, nor am I out to
make this a painful experience. I merely wish to make love to you, to
pleasure you until you beg for more. What is there to be afraid of in
that?”

Yugi took in a deep breath,
holding it momentarily before letting it out. Those talented fingers
were sending ripples of pleasant sensations straight through to his
groin and he couldn't concentrate. Unknowingly he arched into the
other's touch, closing his eyes to regroup his thoughts.

“I-I
don't know...I've never done this before...” He breathed. “I've
seen what my father...did...to that
girl...and...Lord...uh...Lord...ah...he told me...he wanted to...it,
uh, sounded painful and I didn't...I didn't...not him...and you come
along...and I-I...uh...”

Yugi was having such a hard
time concentrating. Those talented fingers had left his shoulders and
wandered over his chest, playing with his nipples and teasing them
into hardness. He could feel the Pharaoh's presence so close to him,
feel the warmth of his breath against his face. And there was nothing
more that he wanted than to close the final distance and touch his
lips to the other's.

He was so close...and then it
was gone and Yugi opened his eyes to see his captor's confused gaze
on his.

“You
would have me believe there will be virgin blood spilled on the
sheets?” Atemu asked incredulously.

It took a moment for his
inquiry to sink in and Yugi's face drained of all color as he
squeaked, “There'll be blood?!” Before covering his mouth
with his hands, appalled at his cowardice. He hung his head in shame
at his outburst, wanting nothing more than for the floor to open up
and swallow him whole. It was official, he was an idiot!

Atemu's conscience reared up
and smacked his overactive libido into submission with all the force
of a blunt hammer at the other's startled protest. How in the depths
of the underworld could he have missed something so glaringly
obvious?! Even Mahaado had known, had tried to warn him again and
again. Was this little fact apparent to everyone but him?

But how was he to have known,
to have even had a guess that the boy had never...those of royal
blood weren't required to remain chaste. He had never come across one
that was truthful concerning the matter, and he'd had plenty of
chances during his reign. Until now that is. Atemu glanced over at
the young Hyksos ruler, a jolt of sympathy tugging at his
heartstrings.

The little one was exactly as
he had first believed him to be, courageous, idealistic, truthful and
from the looks of things scared out of his mind. The best thing he
could do for both of them was put the boy's mind at ease. And there
was only one way to do that.

“Little
one, come here.” Atemu commanded gently, tugging Yugi from
where he had curled in on himself. It was a bit of a struggle but
once he had the boy situated comfortably, if not a little stiffly, on
his lap, Atemu stroked his hair soothingly, leaning in to whisper, “I
will not hurt you anymore than the pain of your first time. And yes,
for someone in your position there will be a little blood, but not
enough to worry about needlessly. Let me join with you, Yugi. I
promise the pleasure shall outweigh what little pain you have.”

Caught up in the delicious
sensations those whispered words were causing Yugi could do no more
than nod his head, leaning into their heat. The other was so close,
so warm against him. He could feel the Pharaoh's erratic heartbeat
against his ribs and its rhythm was nearly identical to the pounding
of his own, making him wonder if he was the only one with a fear for
what was to come.

The Pharaoh must have noticed
his acquiescence as he was promptly hefted into his capable arms.
Yugi gave out a noise of surprise, wrapping his arms around his
captor's broad shoulders as he was carried into the room and laid
gently onto the bed, the other's weight immediately pinning him to
its softness. A gentle hand came up to caress his face and he
shivered uncontrollably, his heart pounding erratically in his chest.

“I
have tried to be patient, little one. I truly have...but I fear I
have failed in my endeavor to wait for you to come to me of your own
volition.” Atemu murmured against his skin, causing a ripple of
goose bumps to appear wherever those words touched his skin. “I
cannot keep from imagining how you would feel, surrounding me,
against me –” A light kiss to his temple. “Let me
take you, little one, let me pleasure you beyond your wildest
imaginings...”

Yugi arched up into his
captor's gentle teasing, whatever words he would have spoken lost
when teeth nipped at a sensitive point on his earlobe. He groaned
audibly, wrapping his arms around the Pharaoh's broad shoulders and
pulling him down until they were chest to chest, their bodies sliding
against each other, creating a delicious friction that unraveled
whatever coherent thoughts he might have had.

A soft coo escaped his lips
when the other nibbled at his collar bone and he stretched beneath
the attention, his hands entwining in the Pharaoh's soft tresses.
Since he had avoided physical contact with other people for most of
his life the jolts of sensation he was receiving from his captor's
tender touches were making it impossible for him to draw a steady
breath.

“Beautiful
little one.” Atemu murmured, his lips resuming the search to
make the boy shiver beneath him.

“You'll
go slow...? I'm not sure...I don't know what to do. I've never tried
to please anyone this way.” Yugi squirmed, arching off the bed
as one of those questing lips found a particularly sensitive spot on
his neck. “What if I'm...a disappointment?”

When the pleasurable
stimulation ceased abruptly Yugi glanced up into darkened scarlet
eyes, unable to tear his gaze away from the passion they held, and
for once he had no fear of what was to come. Well he did, in a way,
but it was quickly being lost to the other's sensuous ministrations,
to a look that held more than just simple lust, but something more
profound, more intense.

“For
you...I shall be gentle, little one. Do not have a fear for that.”
Atemu replied, gliding his hands over the boy's shivering sides.. “As
for not knowing what to do...I shall teach you what you need to know.
You need not fear disappointing me either, your mere presence is a
pleasure in itself. So hush, little one, let me show you the
heavens.”

Suddenly those talented hands
were all over his body, becoming acquainted with each and every
sensitive spot that he had never known existed. The Pharaoh knew
exactly where to touch in order to provoke the response he desired
and he proved it time and time again as he used his tongue, his teeth
and his hands to bring the young Hyksos to a euphoric haze.

Yugi arched up against the
seductive onslaught of feather light touches that skimmed across his
sweat slicked skin in a determinedly downward route. His pulse sped
up, his body temperature spiking with the fire that threatened to
consume him from the inside out when teasing fingertips dipped down
beneath the cloth into uncharted territory and abruptly he squirmed
away from their touch, instantly wary.

“Oh...uh...Pharaoh!
Please...I, ah!”

“Tsk,
tsk, little one.” Atemu teased, his hand continuing on its path
with a little less vigor now that he understood that fear of the
unknown had prompted the boy into movement. His fingers traveled the
length of the hardness hidden by the cloth and was rewarded with a
low moan of appreciation and a deep shudder. “Relax...I shall
not hurt you.”

Then the small form beneath him
fell limp as Atemu attacked the tender flesh of his captive's neck,
growling in response to the erotic sound that escaped the boy's lips.
Perhaps his enthusiasm had to do with being denied what he sought for
so long, or perhaps not, but he couldn't get his fill of the other's
softness beneath his fingertips. The little one had given his consent
and that was all there was to it. The boy belonged to him now. Only
to him.

“Mine,
little one...” He whispered before nipping at the pulse point
on his captive's neck. “You belong to me...”

He leaned back to admire his
handiwork for a moment, his hands never leaving the softness of the
other's porcelain skin. The little one looked so beautiful with the
soft glow of the torches accenting the love marks that littered his
chest and his neck. With a possessive growl Atemu staked his claim
over the boy's glorious body, gaining another coo of appreciation
from his now willing captive.

“Please...kiss
me...”

The hands that held so tightly
to his shoulders moved to run through his hair, tugging his head down
reinforcing the request for a kiss and who was he to deny the boy
what he sought? Atemu lowered his head to the demanding pressure,
opening his mouth to lay soft kisses along the other's jaw before
claiming his mouth fiercely. Their tongues engaged in a mock battle
for dominance before Atemu took his victory, plundering the sweet
taste of his captive with furious abandon.

Gasping breaths and near silent
moans filled the torch-lit chamber, adding to the sounds of rustling
cloth as Atemu's patience reached its end and he wrenched himself
away from his obsession long enough to divest himself of his wrap and
several of the golden bands that he wore.

The sounds of metal hitting the
floor haphazardly startled Yugi from his dazed state and he watched
as the Pharaoh's body was revealed to him in all its glory. Atemu
turned to toss the offending garment towards the corner of the room
and Yugi's breath caught, both anxiety and arousal spiking in that
one glance, so he averted his eyes to a safer place on his captor's
frame, and in doing so hit upon a way to delay what he knew was
coming next.

“What
does it mean?” He questioned softly, pushing himself up on his
elbows for a better view of the large, intricate tattoo that graced
the other's back. “Did it hurt as bad as it looks like it did?”

Yugi had been always been
meaning to ask after its existence, but had never found an acceptable
time to approach the subject. As beautiful as the artwork was it
looked like it had been rather painful and he wondered someone would
subject themselves willingly to such torture. He was hoping that with
the question he had just blurted out he could gain a little more time
to calm his fears. As much as he enjoyed the Pharaoh's tender touch,
he really wasn't ready to move on to the next step.

Atemu, not understanding,
whirled around to face his captive with a questioning look. “Did
what hurt, little one?”

“The
tattoo...”

Catching on to the ploy with a
rueful smirk Atemu sauntered back to the bed, climbing up to seat
himself next to the shivering form of his captive. He took the boy's
face in his hand and titled it gently, forcing their eyes to meet. “I
will not deny your curiosity, little one, but I see the fear in your
eyes right now.” When Yugi thought to object to his
observation, he whispered, “ and I would rather spend these
next moments quelling those concerns. As much as you think otherwise
I have taken a dislike to your fear of me.”

That being said Atemu leaned in
and took possession of the other's mouth in a tender, breathtaking
kiss, exploring the territory he was given access to. When his
captive relaxed against him, reaching up to grasp reflexively at his
shoulders, he deepened the kiss, pulling the boy's attention from the
fact that his hands had not been idle during their activities. Once
he had the knot at the front of the boy's shenti undone Atemu
carefully unwrapped his prize.

When his captor broke the kiss
to remove the offending garment from his presence Yugi gasped at the
cooler air as it invaded his pleasant haze and he attempted to hide
himself from the other's eyes.

“uh-uh,
little one, relax...let me see you.” Atemu smirked, catching
the boy's foot in his grip and pulling him out of the position he had
curled into.

He planted a light kiss on the
side of his ankle, relishing in the uncontrolled shiver that coursed
through his captive's body. Foot still in hand Atemu positioned his
body in between the other's legs, reaching out to run a hand gently
through the boy's soft tresses as his eyes took in the beautiful
sight of the younger royal's lithe form.

His little one was beautiful.
Pale skin, flawless in the shallow light of the room gleamed with the
light sheen of sweat, traces of his prior works littering the boy's
chest, and Atemu traced the outline of the boy's slender figure with
the tips of his fingers from the tip of his nose down his neck, past
his ribs to his hips – where the boy's breath hitched
imperceptibly and on down his thigh to where he still held the dainty
foot in his grasp.

Once he was finished with his
exploration he reached out to snag an open vial of oil off the
bedside table, coating his fingers generously with the slick
substance even as he leaned in to nibble on the delectable skin
within his reach.

Yugi closed his eyes,
swallowing thickly, mortified to his very core at his captor's intent
study of his nude body, shivering when gentle fingers began exploring
his body. But before he could protest a jolt of pleasing heat
radiated from his captured leg and he shivered.

His eyes shot open as that heat
moved up the inside of his leg to his thigh only to close them once
again as his captor's lips moved even further north, his breath
hitching unevenly the closer they got to their destination. He could
feel his hardening member twitching with each ghostly touch of the
other's lips and once his foot was set back onto the bed he arched up
into the gentle contact, needing the attention just a little further
upwards.

A muffled chuckle caught his
ears and Yugi opened his eyes to see Atemu smirking at him from
between his legs. “Eager, little one? Then let us begin.”

And that was all the warning he
got before his captor slid up next to him, the feel of their nude
bodies sliding against each other sending sparks of pleasure through
his system, and captured his lips once again. He reached out to pull
the other to him only to freeze as something slick brushed against
the opening to his body. In reflex he tried to break the kiss, only
to have Atemu demand his immediate attention with his tongue.

The ploy worked for a while and
in return the smaller of the two vented his considerable anxiety into
the kiss, allowing Atemu to work on his lower body, coaxing the
muscles to relax and allow him entry. He teased the soft skin around
the tight channel with the tips of his fingers for a moment, letting
the boy become accustomed to his touch. As he felt his little one
release the strangle hold on his shoulders, his tiny form becoming
less rigid, more open to his advances he slipped the lone digit up
into the tight heat and the muscles clamped down on his finger
forcing him to halt his intrusion.

Abruptly Yugi broke the kiss,
trying to look down and he drew the boy's attention back to him with
a quiet murmur against his ear, a most sensitive spot from what he
had gathered with his earlier exploration. “Shh..relax little
one. Let me in. Let me feel you...so soft, Yugi...so tight...I don't
want to hurt you. I only want to hear you scream your pleasure.”

“I'm scared...”
Yugi whispered shakily.

Atemu wrapped the boy tighter
into his embrace. “I am here, little one. You have no need to
fear this...we shall take this step together.”

His words seemed to work as the
smaller royal ceased all but the minutest trembling in their wake,
the tightness of his passage easing slightly to allow his finger
inside. Atemu groaned at the feeling of velvety warmth that caressed
his finger as he withdrew. He thrust inside once again, searching.

Sparks flew behind Yugi's eyes
and he arched up with a cry, shivering. Atemu smirked, prodding the
sensitive spot with the tip of his finger and listening to the boy's
vocal appreciation of his efforts. Once he was certain that he had
erased a major part of his little one's fears he slipped a second
finger up inside the tight channel along with the first, giving a
forceful thrust straight towards that one spot that seemed to drive
his captive crazy with need.

Yugi closed his eyes, breath
ragged as he writhed against those torturous digits. His hold
tightened in his captors' hair and he tugged the other closer for
another kiss, wanting to feel the softness of his lips once again but
before they could make contact Atemu gave a powerful thrust with his
hand causing a cry to fall from his lips. A possessive growl was
heard from above him and he found himself caught up in a bruising
kiss.

Atemu couldn't take it any
longer. The alluring little noises that his captive was making were
like music to his ears, his member twitched violently in response to
every mewl and cry that passed the boy's kiss-bruised lips, making
him desperate to embed himself deep within the boy's warmth.
Hurriedly he finished his preparations, stretching the tight channel
to the best of his ability.

When the last of the tenseness
left the body beneath him Atemu removed his fingers, laying a chaste
kiss on the boy's lips as he moved into position. “Be easy,
little one. There will be less pain if you open yourself up to me, if
you do not tense up.”

“I'll
try...not to!” Yugi's words ended on an exclamation as Atemu's
length butted up against the ring of muscles guarding the entrance to
his body. He hissed in a breath, eyes wide as their gazes locked, as
the blunt hardness began to push inside of him, his body tensing even
as he willed himself to calm down. “Uh...I don't...I-I can't
do...Please! It hurts!”

“Easy
little one.” Atemu stilled his movements to take a firmer hold
of the boy's hips so that he wouldn't thrash around and hurt himself.
“Relax...you can do this Yugi. My little one. The pain will
pass.”

But as he stared down into
those tear-filled eyes Atemu was sorely tempted to withdraw
completely. A stray tear slipped out to trail down the boy's face and
he almost lost his resolve to continue to his captive protests. But
if he did that now, then the boy would fear the act, most likely for
the rest of his life. And he didn't want that. He had wanted to show
the little one pleasure.

Ever so slowly he inched
forward into the tightness of the virgin channel, his body begging
him to throw caution to the wind and pound the boy into the mattress.
But a pitiful sniffle squashed that idea before it even became clear.
Instead he leaned in, whispering words of comfort to the distraught
youth, calming him, allowing for Atemu to bury himself to the hilt.

“The
hard part is over little one...” He whispered as he laid kisses
on the boy's tightly closed eyelids.

Yugi lay there panting against
the pain, his fingers gripping the Pharaoh's shoulders with a
tenseness that would no doubt be leaving marks. He felt like he had
been torn apart on the other's entry and even though the burn was
beginning to subside he was scared beyond words. He had gotten
himself in over his head again. How long would he have to endure the
pain before this...his captor moved within him and all of a sudden he
forgot his thoughts as a white light exploded behind his eyelids.

Atemu chuckled lightly when his
captive's eyes flew open, locking with his in wonder and he repeated
the motion. This time he was rewarded with a vocal cry, the body
beneath him shuddering and he whispered, “you like that, little
one?”

Another slow thrust took Yugi's
breath away and he fought to catch his thoughts. The pain was still
there, but there was an intense heat, a white-hot jolt of pleasure
that shot through his system with each languid thrust. A coil of
warmth wound around his middle and he shifted against the Pharaoh's
larger form trying to find a way to release it.

“Ah!
Uh...Pharaoh!”

Atemu slipped his arms beneath
the boy's legs and drew them onto his shoulders keeping his rhythm
slow and unhurried as he grasped the boy's hips in a bruising grip.
He wanted to draw this out as long as possible. Never had he felt
so...complete. He couldn't keep from laying light, airy kisses along
the boy's throat before seeking his lips out for a more fulfilling
kiss.

As
he sheathed himself once again inside the tightness of the warm
channel, only to withdraw in another lazy, leisurely motion, it
occurred to him that he had never had such the urge to take his time
before, to draw the act out. Not like this. But right now all he
wanted to do was prolong the little one's pleasure for as long as he
possibly could. But the boy beneath him seemed to have other thoughts
and those heavenly noises he was making only seemed to further undo
his attempts.

“Ah...please...faster!”
Yugi pleaded when the other kept his motions tightly controlled. When
the older monarch's languid pace remained the same he held the
fleeting thought that his plea had been unheard and he squirmed
against the other's grasp.

A muffled chuckle met his ears
as the Pharaoh finally gave into his plea, “as you wish.”

Yugi arched up into his
captor's larger body, seeking more of those intense feelings and
suddenly movement was all he knew, all he could feel. The thrusts
became fiercer, harder as if the other was attempting to make him a
permanent part of the mattress. The coil of heat in his lower belly
tightened and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for much
longer.

“Uh...I'm...I'm
going to...”

“Then
do it little one...come for me.” Atemu replied huskily. He
himself wasn't going to take much more. He was quite certain if it
were possible to die of pleasure than he should be meeting with
Anubis at any give time.

He pounded into the pliant body
beneath him all reserve lost to the possessive pleasure. All too soon
the little one went completely still before shuddering fiercely with
a cry of completion. The warmth that encased his length became even
tighter with the boy's orgasm and he found he couldn't hold on,
coming with a roar of his own and joining his captive in the
euphoria.

Atemu removed himself and
wrapped his little one up in his embrace as they laid still in the
after-glow, his eyelids becoming all to heavy for him to entertain
the notion of staying open and he began to drift off into a sated
sleep,certain that he would be reliving the little one's expression
of dazed wonder in his dreams

As his captor drifted off Yugi
scooted up next to him, staring down into the Pharaoh's exotic
features as they smoothed out, softening in sleep, his eyes holding
traces of awe and admiration. Before he could even think about the
consequences of his actions he reached out to trace the outline of
the angular jaw, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. “I love
you.” He whispered tiredly. Then he too succumbed to his
exhaustion, settling in against the warmth his body provided.

Atemu's eyes shot open when he
heard the whispered words and he was almost of a mind to question his
captive. But when the boy snuggled up against him to rest he thought
again. The little one deserved his sleep. His question would have to
keep until Re's emergence.

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