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The Pale Savior	By : SasatheShy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Ten: Mysterious Crimson

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   Little Puzzle hopped up onto her master’s bed, mewing cutely as she wobbled across the soft covers over to his face. Yuugi was still fast asleep when she sniffed at him, nuzzling her wet silver nose over the tip of his. He blinked awake, groaning when he saw who it was.

   “Puzzle,” he sighed. “You startled me.”

   She mewed again, then spun into a ball, laying next to him with her butt in his face. He leaned back and giggled softly. No matter his emotion, Puzzle could always cheer him up. He petted her soft pelt, then pulled her into his chest. She began to purr as she was petted. She rested her blue eyes. Yuugi knew he was thankful to have her, and that he wasn’t really alone.

   Glancing to his window, he saw morning rays barely shimmering through the maroon curtains. It wouldn’t be long before the sun was fully awake, and that Atemu would be there to tell Yuugi breakfast was served. Yuugi didn’t exactly feel like breakfast. Not after last night. No doubt Atemu rather spend his meal times with Salihah, anyway. A familiar roil and bubble came. Yuugi’s stomach began to hurt, tempting him to skip breakfast to go see Anzu.

   Sitting up, Yuugi left Puzzle to sleep peacefully on the bed. He changed into his casual blue shenti, and made his way out of his room. Going alone down the endless corridors did not bother him. The palace was no longer like a maze to him, but a home filled with friends he knew he could trust. Friends like Anzu, some of the stubborn, obnoxious cats that roamed around, including Magic, and some servants he’d learned to say hello to whenever he passed them by. He didn’t really speak to them, but being courteous mattered.

   He tried to hurry to where the infirmary was. His stomach grew more upset by the minute, worse than before. This time, he knew he wasn’t making it up. His skin began spiking hot, and his vision blurred. Not wanting to faint, he leaned on the wall for support, trying not to look too out of it as a few guards regarded him on their patrols. A few slaves also passed him by. Not one of them bothered to look his way.

   Upon reaching the infirmary, Yuugi hurried inside, expecting to find Anzu at the desk. To his shock, Anzu’s been replaced by someone new. Standing there was a slender Pale Face wearing nothing but a linen white shenti. The man’s hair closely resembled Yuugi’s own, his hair black and pointed, tipped with crimson, captivated with bangs like lightening bolts, blonde and daring. The middle bang was crooked, and shot straight up. As the man twitched his neck slightly to catch a glimpse of Yuugi, he showed his devilishly handsome eyes, blood crimson. The man smiled at Yuugi, but said nothing. He hadn’t the time, for just then Seth walked out from the back room.

   “Yuugi, what brings you here?” Seth walked around the desk, setting a jar of medicine on the desk, and some bloodied bandages in a wastebasket. Seeing those freaked Yuugi out, further upsetting his stomach.

   “My tummy hurts,” he said softly, wishing Anzu was there.

   “That we can take care of.” Seth motioned Yuugi over. “Come on in.”

   Stepping over to Seth, Yuugi folded his hands behind his back. He stood a little shyly, having not seen Seth in a long time. He glimpsed at this strange new man, and went a bit red in the face when the man smiled lightly at him and gave a wink. Yuugi bowed his head, trying to focus on his pain.

   “Not that much,” he heard Seth tell the man. “This is the proper dosage.”

   “Yes, Lord Seth,” sounded the man’s deep, appealing voice.

   Looking up, Yuugi saw Seth help the man prepare his medicine. He waited patiently, being in no rush to see Atemu and Salihah. When Seth sat in front of him, his entire body tensed up.

   “Where does it hurt most Yuugi?” the kind Lord of Intellect asked.

   Glancing down, Yuugi ran his hand over his stomach. “Here, mostly.”

   “Could be indigestion.” Seth handed Yuugi a small jar filled with greenish liquid. “Take this. It should help to make you feel better.”

   “Thank you.” Taking the small jar, Yuugi gulped down the medicine. It tasted horrible and he couldn’t help but make a yucky face, making Seth chuckle. Blushing, he handed the jar back. “Can I sit here for a while?”

   “Be our guest,” said Seth.

   Thinking for a moment, Yuugi asked softly, “Where’s Anzu?”

   Seth rinsed out the jar in a bowl of warm water. “I gave her time off. She worked hard while I was away.”

   “Oh.” Yuugi folded his hands, resting them on his nervous lap. His stomach growled lightly. He prayed the medicine would work, otherwise he didn’t know what he would do. “Okay.”

   He waited there for a good five minutes, neither Seth or his new assistant minding. He respected their work, and did not bother them as he listened to Seth teach the man about certain ointments, and help assist him in the back room, where a servant girl lay after having a bad accident in the kitchen with a meat knife. Eventually, Yuugi decided to take his leave, deciding he would have to face Atemu at some unwanted point.

   Silently leaving the infirmary, he moved far away enough to be out of sight before going no further. His knees weakened greatly, and he fell to the floor, weeping quietly. He felt too afraid to return to Atemu’s private chambers.

   “Boy? Are you okay?”

   Startled, Yuugi was certain he heard Atemu call to him. He looked over his shoulder, half-expecting the peaceful Lord to be standing there smiling down at him. To his shock it was not Atemu at all, but that man from the infirmary.

   The man kneeled to Yuugi’s level, and gave a wink. “Hello.” Yuugi scooted back. His action made the man pout. “I’m not contagious. There’s no need to be afraid of me. I only came here to see if you needed help getting back to your room. Lord Seth instructed me to do so.”

   “He did?” Yuugi gaped, less scared.

   “Yes, he seemed worried,” he said.

   Yuugi looked down, frowning a little. He rubbed his hand over his arm, a little ashamed in himself for leaving without telling Seth goodbye. This man seemed to sense this, for he quickly added, “Don’t you worry now. Let me help you up.”

   Sniffing, Yuugi stared up at the man and offered his outreached hand. Once on his feet, he better admired this man’s appearance, believing the man to be a simple slave, due to his single piece of clothing, and, of course, by him being a Pale Face. “What’s your name?”

   The man was pleased to be trusted. “Yami. Yours is Yuugi, correct?”

   Yuugi nodded. “Yes.”

   “It’s a nice name. I do not especially care for my name, but it was mother’s choice.”

   “I like it,” Yuugi said suddenly. “It’s mysterious.”

   Yami chuckled. “Well, thank you.”

   The heat in Yuugi’s cheeks doubled in seconds as his skin turned red. The man’s laugh was exotic, almost beautiful. It sounded a little like Atemu’s, but it held its own glorious hum that made the hairs on Yuugi’s arms stand on end. He quickly darted them behind his back.

   Yami smiled. It was as dreamy as his laugh. “So then, are you lost?”

   “No,” said Yuugi. “I know where I’m going. I just…” He drifted off, not so sure he should be discussing his title with Yami. After all, he just met the man. “Well, I just felt my tummy rumble hard, but I think the medicine Seth gave me is helping.”

   “Well then, allow me to be your escort. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt on your way back.” He took Yuugi’s hand. Yuugi’s blush darkened.

   “Thank you,” murmured Yuugi, not declining the man’s generosity.

   Yuugi had been lucky to have met someone like Yami. The two spoke calmly to one another, befriending one another as Yami guided Yuugi back to Atemu’s private chambers. In what was only minutes seemed like hours, but to Yuugi’s disappointment, they soon came to the hallway which would lead him to his bedroom.

   “My room’s just up ahead,” he whispered, slowing to a stop at the hallway’s entrance. “I can go the rest of the way on my own from here.”

   “Really?” Yami looked down the hallway. He did not let go of Yuugi’s hand. “Are you sure? You wouldn’t rather I take you the whole way?”

   “No,” Yuugi squeaked. “I -- I mean, Atemu is probably waiting, wondering where I am, and I don’t want to further concern him if I show up with a stranger.”

   “We’ve exchanged names, and have gotten to know one another a little bit. Am I a stranger to you, Yuugi?”

   That smile again. Yuugi could feel his heart racing. “I -- I…”

   Confusion zapped him when Yami started to laugh obnoxiously. “I was teasing. I apologize, Yuugi. I hope I did not upset you. It’s just, you’re the first person I’ve really talked to since I came here for work just yesterday. Well, besides Lord Seth, but that man is duller than watching bread rise.”

   Yuugi hadn’t been angry or upset. He stared up at Yami, baffled. This man was like him, in a way. “Really?”

   “Yes. I hope I do not sound offensive.”

   “No, not at all,” smiled Yuugi. “When I first came here, I knew no one. Atemu was my first friend.”

   “I see.” Yami hid a sneer underneath a friendly expression. “He sounds very nice. I most likely will never have the honor of meeting him.”

   “How come?”

   “I am far beneath him,” Yami said.

   “You two will meet,” beamed Yuugi. “I’m sure of it. I can introduce you to him. He’s very kind and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind meeting you!”

   Yami smiled. He squeezed Yuugi’s hand. “You are very kind, Yuugi.”

   “It’s no trouble,” Yuugi shrugged. “Sometimes I get so bored, I wish I had more friends, but now I’ve met you.”

   “Ah,” said Yami, gaping. “Does that mean you will be my first friend, Yuugi?”

   “Of course I will,” said Yuugi, sounding rather pumped. He felt so much better having met Yami. He hated that he had to leave the man to join Atemu for breakfast, but his stomach no longer roiled with uneasiness. Perhaps he could learn to accept Salihah, and she him.

   “It is official, then.” Yami expressed his gratitude by lifting Yuugi’s hand to kiss daringly.

   Slowly, Yuugi took his hand back. He rubbed his fingers where Yami’s soft lips had touched. “Yeah.” Backing up, Yuugi stepped back to make his way for Atemu’s bedroom. “T -- thank you again for helping me.”

   “It was my pleasure.” Yami waved Yuugi off.

   Once darling Yuugi disappeared down the hallway, Yami turned to make his way back to where he belonged, and as he did, his gentle, friendly smile became a cold, wicked smirk.

--

   Breakfast with Atemu and Salihah had not been as bad as Yuugi imagined, and he knew this was because of his mind being clogged by Yami’s dashing face. He finally had a new friend who was a man, to his relief. Not that Anzu wasn’t a dear to talk to, but sometimes she made him feel excruciatingly uncomfortable. He sat in his chair, picking at his honey bread, anticipating when he would once more espy the generous man.

   He reached out for his cup of pomegranate juice, gulping down a good portion of the exquisite beverage. Licking around his lips to avoid a red mustache, he peered over the table at Atemu, who took turns smiling at him and Salihah. His Lord’s contentment gleamed, and pained Yuugi for having perceived a tinge of anger. He decided, as he returned his Lord’s smile, that he would do best to appreciate what he had.

   Cleaning his hands with a cloth, Atemu bemused his two lovers with a jolly idea. “How about the three of us visit the gardens after breakfast? I can take an hour or two off from work.”

   “That sounds like a wonderful idea,” beamed Salihah. “I love the gardens. They are so beautiful. Have you been to the gardens, Yuugi?”

   Slightly tense, Yuugi nervously nodded his head.

   “Yuugi’s been there a few times with me,” Atemu said.

   Salihah placed her hand on her Lord’s own. “Could we bring some stories to read? I love listening to your soothing voice.”

   “Absolutely.” Atemu rose from his seat. He went to his wardrobe, and pulled from it two lean tomes. Seeing these interested Yuugi greatly. “I shall read your favorites. I’m sure Yuugi will enjoy these, too.”

   “What are they?” asked Yuugi.

   Atemu placed the tomes on the table. “Written stories, Yuugi. Fiction.”

   Unfortunately, Yuugi did not know what fiction was, but he knew what a story was, and so pretended to fully understand by nodding his head. Finished eating, he came to a stand, wiped his hands clean on a cloth, then stood with Atemu. He continued to curiously eye those tomes Atemu carried, not sure what to expect. Together, the trio stepped out of the bedroom, and made haste for the back door leading out into the magical, fantastical oasis. Magic trudged along with Puzzle, the two skittering ahead to pounce on buzzing insects wishing to make a meal out of the many exotic flowers.

   Laughing, Yuugi hurried ahead, joining Magic and Puzzle in the grass. He scooped Puzzle up, smiling when she nuzzled his chin with her fuzzy head. Magic stretched his long legs, front and back. His butt rose high. He then lazily plopped down next to Yuugi and Puzzle in a batch of grass.

   “Guess this is the spot,” chuckled Atemu. He eyed Salihah. “Do you mind sitting in the grass?”

   Perplexed by Yuugi’s childish behavior, and even more was she seeing that Atemu was not bothered by it, Salihah merely shrugged her shoulders. “We should’ve brought a blanket.”

   “I can run back and get one,” he insisted. “Give me one minute.” He kissed her hand, then raced off, leaving her alone with Yuugi for the first time.

   Sighing, Salihah wiped her hands on her dress, then folded them neatly. She found Yuugi was staring up at her. He sat on his knees with Puzzle close to his chest. To be polite, Salihah smiled at the adorable Egyptian Mau. “She’s so cute. What’s her name?”

   “Puzzle,” Yuugi answered. “Atemu gave her to me.”

   “She’s precious. May I hold her?” She put her arms out slowly, to show him that she wanted to try and get along. He did not right away permit her to hold his kitten, but slowly leaned forward to hold Puzzle out to her. She took Puzzle carefully, being very gentle. She struggled when Puzzle mewed and wiggled. “My, she’s pretty strong, isn’t she?”

   Yuugi’s expression brightened upon Salihah being conquered by the squeamish kitten. “No, don’t hold her that way.” He came to her rescue, showing Salihah how to properly hold Puzzle so not to frighten the adorable thing. Eventually, Puzzle relaxed in the woman’s arms, and Salihah, surprised but happy, thanked Yuugi softly.

   “I’m not very good with animals,” she harbored, rocking Puzzle like one would an infant. “But this one is a little sweetie.”

   With Puzzle content in Salihah’s arms, Yuugi’s insecurity decreased immensely. He actually smiled from the scene, finding his fur ball to be an absolute pleasure to watch, for she never grew dull. He reached out to tickle the white fuzz on her tummy, giggling when her little claws clapped down on his hand. She did not hurt him, to the relief of his rival. “She trusts you.”

   “Yup,” beamed Yuugi. “She loves me.”

   Salihah nodded. “Yes.”

   Returning with a blanket in his arms, Atemu couldn’t help but keep back for a while, glad to see that the two most important people in all his everlasting life sat there in discussion. It did not matter that the subject focused on Puzzle. The scene to him was perfect. Joining them, he unfolded the hand sewn wool blanket and spread it over the ground. He retook the tomes and sat down, glad to have Salihah and Yuugi sit with him, forming an odd triangle. Puzzle leaped out of Salihah’s arms to be in the middle. Magic stayed put, watching his master with tired eyes from his spot in the grass.

   “Now then,” said Atemu as he opened the first tome. “Let’s start with this one first.”

   “Ooh, I love this story,” smiled Salihah. She sat comfortably, making sure she could see the letterings.

   “Come here, Yuugi,” urged Atemu. “Read with us.”

   Slowly, Yuugi scooted closer, examining the strange symbols on the parchment. Completely baffled, he could not read along when Atemu began. Scratching his arm, he quietly listened to a tale about a war getting involved between the romance of a man and a woman from separate families, who fought for their love to the end. A sad ending left Yuugi shocked. The man and woman died, their efforts having been in vain. He saw Salihah take a cloth from Atemu so she could wipe away some fallen tears.

   “Such a sad story,” she sniffed.

   “A tragic tale,” agreed Atemu.

   “Why did you read it,” Yuugi wondered, “If it upsets you so?”

   “It is entertaining,” answered Atemu. “Besides that, it is filled with great lessons we ought to follow. Unfortunately, real life struggles still with accepting these certain lessons, and rather go by their own rules.”

   ‘Like Dark Faces controlling people like me,’ Yuugi thought. He brought his knees to his chest.

   Atemu grabbed the second tome and opened it at the beginning. “This story, on the other hand, is much happier. Yuugi, would you like to read?”

   “Me?” Yuugi gaped. He glanced down at the tome, blushing. He didn’t want Atemu to know he was uneducated. There had been a time when his mother suffered to teach him, back when he was five or six. He could not read, he could not count. He could not even spell out his own name. Shaking his head, he pushed at it, not wanting Atemu to find out. “No. I like hearing you read. Please?”

   “Very well,” nodded Atemu.

   Relieved, Yuugi snuggled against Atemu’s arm, enjoying this second story more than he had the first. Salihah took over for Atemu halfway through, giving him the chance to breathe as she finished. Yuugi declined a second time when asked if he would like a turn. A tad suspicious, but not about to investigate, Atemu decided that they spent enough time in the gardens.

   “I have some business to take care of.” He gave them each a kiss. With everything gathered, they ventured inside. “Will you two be okay?”

   “Atemu, let me come with you,” begged Salihah, wrapping her arm around his. She would be persistent, if refused. “Please? I promise I won’t get in the way.”

   “How can I say no when you ask me using that beautiful pout?” Atemu chuckled softly, nuzzling her nose. He glanced down at Yuugi, and ran his hand soothingly over the boy’s shoulder. “Will you be okay?”

   “Yes,” Yuugi replied, anxious to escape and quite possibly find his new friend.

   “Alright. We’ll return sometime this afternoon.” With Atemu and Salihah gone, Yuugi went his own way, prepared to hunt down and play with Yami.

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   The day zoomed by, the weather outside grew more warm and beautiful with every passing hour. Yuugi searched high and low for Yami, starting at the infirmary, and ending where the servants often gathered to gossip, eat, or gamble during break time. Yami was nowhere to be found. After giving up come afternoon, Yuugi carried his sluggish feet back to his room, where he sat and concentrated on one of many incomplete puzzles. Just a few pieces more and this fourteenth would join the successful accomplishes resting decoratively atop the table in the right corner closest to the door.

   Yuugi smiled, coming down to the final piece. Just as he was about to position it right, he heard gentle scratching at his door, and saw tiny, furry paws reach in through the crack beneath the door. They flinched back, vanishing from sight, but Yuugi knew who they belonged to. He quickly completed the puzzle before standing up to let Puzzle in. His baby girl obediently left his works alone, and this he was thankful for, for he didn’t want her choking on any of the smaller pieces.

   “Come in,” he said, opening the door wide. He saw her squeezing her way into Atemu’s room. “Puzzle! No!” He hurried in after her, not figuring why Atemu’s somehow managed to keep from closing the bedroom door properly, yet again. This wasn’t the first time Puzzle’s sneaked her way into the room. Yuugi figured it remained open a crack for Magic, but it meant him having to give chase to his ornery girl.

   She slid across the floor, bouncing out onto the balcony to catch a moth. Gasping loudly, Yuugi dashed forward, grabbing her just before she could take an accidental fall over the ledge. They were high up. The balcony overlooked the vast flatland. This being Yuugi’s first time out on it, he admired what he saw, surprised to discover that Atemu had a lovely view of the gardens below.

      It was then he caught a familiar laugh. He looked down, spotting through the hedgerow maze a glimpse of Atemu, who admired the greenery with Salihah at his side. The two were holding hands, whispering, and smiling, enjoying one another’s company. Atemu held a scroll in his other hand.

   Yuugi grasped the railing as a grudge took control of him. The two ducked around a corner, as if playing a game of hide and seek. Perhaps they were hiding. Perhaps from Seth or whomever ordered Atemu to deal with his people, with taxes, and other important business matters. They presumed their clever hiding spot would keep them sanctioned, but Yuugi eyeballed them. He watched Atemu drop the scroll and cup Salihah’s cheeks, disgusted as the two grazed lips passionately. He fell to his knees, hating how wonderfully pictured the two seemed. They reminded him of one of his finished masterpieces of a happy couple who could possibly get married and have children. If not for Atemu being immortal, they probably would. If he even was, which Yuugi often pondered.

   Sniffing, Yuugi couldn’t watch anymore. He crawled into the room so not to be seen, and climbed up onto Atemu’s bed. Puzzle, who sensed her master’s sorrow, jumped up on the bed and waddled up close, brushing her nose over Yuugi’s as she mewed loudly.

   Yuugi reached one arm around Puzzle, pulling the mischievous feline into his chest. He cuddled with the warm cat. Puzzle started to purr.

   “It isn’t fair Puzzle,” Yuugi whimpered. “I thought Atemu would have only me to love, but now he’s going to be spending all his time with her.” He whimpered softly, hearing the two laughing outside. “I hate her. I hate her so much.”

   Sitting up, Yuugi glanced around the empty room. His sorrow glued to the two tomes on the dining table. It was then an idea came to him. He got off the bed and went over to the tomes, picking them up to show to Puzzle. She meowed when they were placed on the bed, and she climbed over one.

   “I know what I’m going to do Puzzle. I’m going to learn to read, and give that to Atemu as a surprise. If I do that, then I can do so much more for him.” He smiled at the thought, climbing back onto the bed to lay back down. Stroking Puzzle when she leaped onto his stomach, he sighed happily. She curled into a ball and fell fast asleep. Yawning tiredly, Yuugi shut his eyes, dozing off. “He’ll be so happy. I can’t wait.”

--

   For Atemu, the day he pushed through had been too long and too boring. He retired alone to his bedroom, having informed Salihah to come by around dinnertime. He yawned loudly, nearly tripping when Magic zigzagged between his legs. The immortal Sphinx rushed ahead, happy to go to his favorite place in the palace. And his trusted Lord also craved to acquire peace and quiet in the sanctity of their private suite. Atemu stumbled once there, thrown off by his door being wide open. Magic, not so worried, went on in.

   Taking a peek, he saw within his precious Yuugi fast asleep on his bed. Yuugi lay with the tomes close to his hand, and with Puzzle on his stomach. Smiling softly, Atemu quietly entered the bedroom, closing the door with a soft click.

   Magic, who was now used to his Lord’s human, and the pet of said human, jumped up onto the bed to plop down at Yuugi’s feet. He lazily shut his eyes, glad to be where he preferred.

   Atemu quietly put the tomes away. He moved back over to the bed to admire Yuugi’s beauty. He traced his hand over that single loose bang, twirled it around his finger, then ran his hand gently through Yuugi’s hair all the way to the soft top. Leaning down, he pressed his lips over Yuugi’s lips, giving a soft wake up kiss. “Yuugi?”

   Yuugi woke with a start, afraid. He settled back when he saw Atemu smiling apologetically down at him.

   “Sorry to wake you,” Atemu cooed.

   “It’s okay.” Yawning, Yuugi straightened up to stretch his arms. “Mm!” Realizing he had fallen asleep in his Lord’s bed, he quickly saved his mouth from flying open, but could not stop his fluster. “I -- I’m sorry! Puzzle got away from me again. She likes your room, I think. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in your bed.”

   “Do not apologize,” Atemu told strongly. He took a seat, forcing a hug that Yuugi accepted full-heartedly. “In fact, I enjoyed coming in here to find you asleep in my bed. Such a wonderful display.” He leaned in, letting his mouth go wild as he attacked Yuugi’s frail neck, kissing that sensitive white skin. “I don’t mind.”

   Yuugi moaned softly, glad that Salihah wasn’t there to ruin this. But he had to ask. “Where’s Salihah?”

   “In her room, I’m sure.” Atemu ran his hand along Yuugi’s back. “She’ll swing by when it is time for us to eat our supper.”

   “Her own room?” gaped Yuugi. He truly thought Atemu had lied about that, but once again his shame challenged that smear of malevolence becoming a burden to erase. Then again, in his mind a cloudburst reminded him of what he witnessed that afternoon in the gardens. Remembering ached his confused heart.

   “Yes.” Atemu pulled back, eyeing Yuugi worriedly. “Is something wrong?”

   Snapping out of it, Yuugi quickly shook his head. He hugged Atemu close, quite grateful to know that Salihah did not spend all her time with Atemu. “No. Nothing. Just happy to see you.”

   “Hearing you say that makes me happy,” sighed Atemu. “I had a rough day. Being with you now just makes it all seem better. Thank you, Yuugi.”

   He never realized how important he meant to Atemu. Smiling, Yuugi snuggled against Atemu’s chest, grasping hold of the soft white material his Lord wore. His nostrils filled with the scent of cinnamon, an aroma he was used to now, but he liked the way Atemu smelled. It comforted him.

   “Yuugi?”

   “Hmm?” Yuugi pulled back to look up at his Lord. “Yes, Atemu?”

   “Will you do me a favor?” Atemu gently brushed at Yuugi’s bangs, then cupped Yuugi’s dainty cheek. He ran his thumb across that pallid, delicious skin.

   “Anything,” said Yuugi quietly.

   Glad to hear that, Atemu leaned down, giving Yuugi a peck on the lips. “Will you relieve me of my tension?”

   Of course, Yuugi would love to; however, as he tilted his head to the left, it showed that he had no idea how to accomplish that task. “How do you mean?”

   “Here,” said Atemu. “Let me guide you.” He slipped out of his clothes, revealing to Yuugi his limp stem. Making sure his pillows sat up, Atemu leaned back, resting comfortably with his hands over his head. He gave Yuugi a handsome smile. “Take it. Please it with your mouth.”

   “With my mouth?” questioned Yuugi, unsure about his Lord’s request, but willing to try if it meant helping Atemu.

   “You can do it, Yuugi. Please.”

   Simply astonished with what he was about to do, Yuugi crept on hands and knees to where Atemu’s member waited. Slowly, he reached for it, hesitating to take it. Glancing at Atemu, he knew he could do this when he took in that unavoidable, irresistible smile. He reattached to the dark piece of meat, ready to go to work to the best of his abilities. This time, he easily coiled his fingers around it, amused by how soft it felt in his small hand. He stroked it as he would his self, feeling it harden in his gentle grip.

   Smiling, Yuugi saw he was doing it well. He heard Atemu moan. He was ordered to not stop, to keep going. Curiously, he pushed his knees together, then hunched forward, closing his mouth in on Atemu’s dark tip. With it inches from his lips, he let out his sugar pink tongue, and gave a small taste test, licking the head swiftly. He heard Atemu chuckle, but the Lord truly hoped Yuugi found him delectable.

   Still, he supposed there was no harm in asking. “Am I to your liking?”

   “Yes,” smiled Yuugi. “You taste good, Atemu.”

   “Then please continue.”

   Doing just that, Yuugi gave the hardened delight a second lick, followed by a third. He went on for a while, enjoying licking the salty top. Not wanting his Lord to grow impatient or angry, he decided to take it in his mouth. He engulfed it like Atemu had him, taking it all. Big mistake. Coughing, he choked a little, having to pull back.

   “Easy,” Atemu moaned. “Go slow.” Gods, it was exactly how he imagined it. Yuugi’s moist, sensuous mouth and tongue aroused him greatly, even if Yuugi did suckle on him unprofessionally. He’d never felt so relaxed, so happy to be alive. “That’s it. Nice and slow.”

   Yuugi slurped on Atemu’s cock, trying to do his best. He heard Atemu moan, so he had to be doing something right. He smiled, getting used to the stronger taste as he pulled up, then pushed back down, finding a rhythm to execute. Succeeding quite well, though still gagging and having to withdraw every so often, he pleasured his Lord with exceptional fervor. He could feel it grow in his mouth, pulsating, happy. Yuugi’s happiness blossomed. He groaned when he felt Atemu’s hand graze his shoulder.

   “So good,” heaved Atemu. He sat up more to better watch Yuugi. Perhaps this was not exactly how he dreamed it would be, recalling those few nights when Yuugi first came to him. The memories increased his excitement. This feeling now was all he could ever ask for. “Good Yuugi. Don’t stop.”

   Not yet. A little more. He wasn’t ready yet. His skin began to glisten, his back, stomach, and waist all took on a serving of sweat. Falling back, he brushed his hands over his face, completely fluttered. Yuugi sucked on him harder. He used that delicious tongue to lick faster, to take it all in, wanting to do so without gagging. And that was all it took.

   “Fuck,” Atemu gasped. Hoisting his hips up, he released, taking Yuugi by surprise. He filled that small mouth. “Yes.”

   Trying to chug what he could, Yuugi pulled back, gasping softly as he licked his lips. All of Atemu was salty, it turned out. Yuugi didn’t mind. He stroked Atemu a little more, than let go. He looked at Atemu. “I swallowed it.”

   “That’s okay,” smiled Atemu. He sat up and brought Yuugi into his arms. “It won’t hurt you.”

   “Did it feel good?” Yuugi asked. “Did I do good?”

   “Oh yes, Yuugi. You did good. Thank you.” Tilting Yuugi’s chin, Atemu delivered a sweet kiss, tasting his essence on his lover’s lips. He moaned softly and pulled back, wiping them with his thumb. “Would you like a turn?”

   Going bright pink, Yuugi ducked his head down, suddenly shy. “Me?”

   “It would only be fair, my sweet.” Atemu ran his hand gently down Yuugi’s chest, reaching its desired destination. “I’ll make you feel as good as I just did. Okay?”

   Letting Atemu gently lay him on the bed, Yuugi smiled. “Okay.”

   Before Atemu could tug down Yuugi’s cloth, Salihah came in. Yuugi squeaked loudly, and hurried to bury himself behind Atemu, who sat angry and disappointed when he saw her walk in.

   Salihah threw a hand to her mouth. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I -- I came to inform you that our meal is on its way.”

   Quickly dressing, Atemu stood to his feet, shooing the damned cats for being in his way. He almost stomped on Magic’s tail. It showed that he wasn’t pleased, but there was nothing he could do about it. “Fine. Thank you.”

   Yuugi sat up, making sure his clothing wasn’t loose. He got off the bed, finding it hard to believe that Atemu just about glared at Salihah for interrupting their passionate moment together, and seeing it really cheered him up after what he saw that afternoon. It made him feel more confident that Atemu greatly cared for him, and he couldn’t wait to learn how to read.
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