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Rending the Veil	By : SangoHuntress1977 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: YuGiOh and all characters thereof are the sole property of Kazuki Takahashi and all media rightsholders. I am merely a fan borrowing for fun and entertainment and derive no profit therefrom.

Chapter List
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Getsuyobi, Monday, July 22, 2002
Atem stood in the door, watching as the younger man ran about the room like the proverbial beheaded chicken, shedding the shorts and t-shirt he had slept in, fishing out new clean clothes and pulling them on while he jumped around.
“Don’t you want breakfast?” he inquired as he watched Yugi’s antics in amusement.
“No time! I’m gonna be late to open the shop!” Yugi cried. “See ya later!”
With that, the younger man went tearing down the stairs as though the place were on fire.
‘Ra’s chariot!’ thought Atem as he followed Yugi out of the room at a more casual pace.
When he came downstairs, he found that Yugi had already gone into the game shop. Following the sounds of stuff being clattered about, he found Yugi in the stockroom, going through different boxes.
“I was supposed to get all this crap on the shelves before opening up! I completely forgot!” he cried in horror as he opened boxes with one hand, while clutching the clipboard in the other. “I’ve only got five minutes!”
That is until he felt the clipboard being gently lifted from his grasp. Yugi looked up into Atem’s face, which was a mixture of amusement and concern.
“I’ll take care of this. You go get ready to open the shop,” instructed the Pharaoh.
“Um… are you…”
“I’ll figure it out. Go,” said Atem, giving Yugi a gentle push toward the door.
“OK… thanks,” Yugi said shyly before going out into the shop.
Atem looked over the clipboard, then read the labels on the packages and began unpacking what he saw must be unpacked. This done, he wheeled out as much as the dolly could carry and began stocking the shelves.
Yugi watched his Other at work, grateful for the offering of help.
‘He’s only been back for a few days and already I wonder how I ever managed without him,’ he thought.
A quick glance at the cash register.
‘Whatever I make today, he gets half,’ Yugi thought resolutely.
Yugi turned around the open/closed sign on the door and unlocked it, then sat behind the counter to wait for some customers. While Yugi was doing this, Atem was in the stockroom, double checking the latest inventory.
The day passed peacefully with the sun shining and a pleasant breeze blowing in through the open door. Customers came and went steadily through the day, many of them elementary and middle school students, since summer vacation was in full swing. Yugi answered their questions, rang them up and bid them good day as they exited.
During intervals between customer visits, Yugi would venture into the back rooms to watch Atem. He always found his Other lifting heavy boxes and counting items on shelves, in perpetual motion, with no complaints. As Atem continued to work steadily, Yugi couldn’t help but worry a little, as this was only his second day out of bed.
“Do you wanna take a break?” he would sometimes inquire.
To which Atem would smile lovingly and reply, “I’m fine.”
After which Yugi would stand staring at him until the sound of the bell would summon him back to the front.
Later in the afternoon, Yugi was stashing more money in the cash register, when he heard a soft thud and what he guessed to be some muffled Ancient Egyptian swear words.
A nauseating sense of deja vous washing over him, Yugi slid down from the stool and hastened to the stockroom, where he found Atem sitting against the wall, fingers laced through his bangs, a pained look on his face. At his feet lay a box that he had been attempting to stack.
“Atem?” he asked anxiously as he proffered his hand.
“I’m… alright,” Atem groaned as he accepted Yugi’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. “I just dropped…”
“No, you’re not alright! If you were alright, you wouldn’t have collapsed like that. You’re taking a break right now!” Yugi said, eyes widening and voice rising in panic.
“Are you… putting me to bed?” Atem asked, staring incredulously at Yugi even as he tried to get the room to hold still.
“Yes, my Pharaoh, that’s exactly what I’m doing,” said Yugi, matching the firmness of his voice with the steel in his gaze.
Stunned by the resolve in Yugi’s voice and gaze, Atem gave Yugi’s hand a squeeze, then turned and ambled unsteadily into the house.
Yugi watched as Atem went, the unpleasant deja vous roiling his stomach. After Atem was gone, Yugi knelt down, picked up the box and stacked it where it belonged.
‘Damn it! I knew it was too soon for him! If he pushes himself, he’ll just get sick all over again. I failed with Grandpa; I won’t make the same mistake with Atem,’ Yugi thought as he returned to the shop. ‘I know he’s gonna hate this, but I’m getting him into the doctor!’
Yugi pulled out his phone and found his family doctor, Choushinki-sensei in his contacts and placed the call.
“Yes, I’d like to make a doctor appointment for my roommate, Ishutaru Atemu…”
Yugi spent the next few hours running on autopilot. The doctor’s office had been booked until the 27th, so until then, Yugi would simply have to keep a sharp eye on his Other.
Finally, when 3 o’clock rolled around, he decided to close up early and go check on Atem. After turning the sign around and locking up, Yugi hastened back into the house and upstairs.
Opening the door, he peaked in, seeing Atem lying on his stomach under the covers. The Pharaoh’s deep, steady breathing was the only sound to be heard in the room and also the only thing that could slow Yugi’s racing heart down.
‘He’ll be alright. He just needs time,’ Yugi thought as he shut the door and went to his room to check online for a bit.
Yugi headed into his room and fired up his computer. After everything was loaded, he plugged in his headphones and began listening to some MP3s he had downloaded off KaZaa in the past few days. Hanging out so much with Jou had gotten Yugi thoroughly into heavy metal, so the teen now sat air guitaring and headbanging as the ungodly din wailed in his ears.
Presently, as he was typing away in a text-based RPG and still bobbing his head up and down to the music, Yugi felt a pair of arms encircle him from behind. He froze for just a second before relaxing as he felt that familiar warmth. Pausing the music and pulling off the phones, he turned around to stare into rose petal eyes.
“Are you OK?” he blurted out.
“Yes, yes. I’m fine. Sorry if I scared you,” said Atem gently, squeezing Yugi’s shoulders.
Yugi smiled and squeezed the arms encircling him so protectively.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you. I just don’t want you pushing yourself and getting sick again,” he explained.
Atem brought Yugi’s hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles, eyes never leaving Yugi’s.
“You hardly yelled,” his voice rumbled. “What sort of game is this?”
“Oh,” said Yugi, turning back to the computer. “It’s a text-based RPG, where each player plays a different character and we all go on adventures and fight wars and stuff like that. Sit on the bed and I’ll show you.”
Atem sat on the bed and read through the text that Yugi and the other players had posted so far.
“If you like, I can set you up with a character and you could play too,” said Yugi.
“Yes, I’d like that very much. Thank you,” said Atem.
After Yugi had Atem signed up, he gave the computer up to the Pharaoh, who spent the next few hours wandering about through different virtual worlds and interacting with people online. He conquered every level and led some epic battles, all in an imaginary world contained in a white screen and black text.
Before they knew it, it was 6 PM.
“I’ll go start din…” Atem said as he headed for the kitchen, only to be blocked by Yugi.
“Oh, no you don’t! I’ll order us something,” Yugi said firmly. “You sit and watch TV.”
With an amused snort and roll of his eyes, Atem went into the living room and sank down onto the couch.
Yugi went over to the phone and ordered a Thai stirfry for them. After hanging up, he sat down with Atem to wait.
“If it takes longer than half an hour to get here, it’s free,” he said with a smile.
“Yugi, I could have cooked us dinner. I’m not an invalid, you know,” Atem pointed out.
“I know you aren’t. But just take it easy till tomorrow. If you’re OK tomorrow, I’ll stop coddling you,” said Yugi.
“You drive a hard bargain, but I can live with it,” said Atem as he leaned into Yugi’s space, running his tongue along the carotid artery in Yugi’s neck.
“At… ah, ooooohh,” Yugi slurred as he felt himself turning boneless in the face of Atem’s affection.
The Egyptian proceeded to kiss Yugi along his neck, his jaw, then moved up to suck on an earlobe. Meanwhile, a pair of hands worked their way up under Yugi’s shirt to caress the pale flesh that reposed beneath the fabric.
When Yugi felt Atem’s thumbs and forefingers brush up against his nipples, he couldn’t help but gasp in surprise and delight.
“Haa aah!”
Atem smirked at Yugi’s reaction.
“Mine,” the Pharaoh hissed in the younger man’s ear, making Yugi’s entire body tingle.
“Yours,” Yugi returned promptly, only to gasp again as Atem’s thumbs and fingers began pinching and rolling his nipples. “Haaaaa aaaaah!”
Atem hooked the hem of Yugi’s shirt in his hands and pulled it up to Yugi’s neck, exposing the younger man’s body for his exploration. Lips and tongue immediately latched onto a nipple and gave suck.
“Ooooh, Atem!” Yugi cried out, digging his fingers into the Pharaoh’s ponytailed hair.
Atem bit down gently on a nipple, causing a small yelp from Yugi, then immediately soothed it by laving it with his tongue. The Pharaoh worked his way steadily down Yugi’s body, making a trail of kisses down to his navel, where he thrust his tongue into the hole and swirled it.
“Oooooh, gaaaa, Atem!” Yugi cried as he squeezed the Egyptian’s hair in his hands.
Atem continued slowly and steadily downward. Long fingers ran slowly the hem of Yugi’s jeans as he moved to undo the button.
knock knock knock from the side door.
“Ra damn it!” barked Atem, pulling up and glaring death into the kitchen.
“Dinner’s here!” Yugi said as he hastily sat up, pulling his shirt back down.
With an apologetic glance toward the livid Atem, Yugi ran to answer the door, with Atem following at a more leisurely pace, deep frown marring his handsome features.
After thanking the deliveryman, Yugi closed and locked the door and stepped up with the ordered stirfry, its spicy odor filling the room and making his mouth water.
“I dunno about you, but I’m starving,” Yugi said as he hastened to the table.
Atem stared intently at the younger man. He was hungry too, but it wasn’t his stomach that cramped and knotted up on itself. However, he couldn’t deny that the stirfry smelled great, so he silently forgave the deliveryman and went to set the table for their dinner.
“Thanks for the food!”
Yugi wasted no time in picking up his chopsticks and sailing into his stir-fry. One mouthful of shrimp and vegetables after another was crammed in, quickly chewed and inhaled.
Poor Atem was genuinely taken aback by his companion’s hurried dining habits.
‘Does he even taste it?’ the Egyptian wondered as he casually lifted a mouthful and took it.
The tenderness of the shrimp exploded on his tongue and he closed his eyes and chewed it slowly, enjoying the taste that danced on his tongue.
‘I think seafood and I will get along nicely.’
As they ate, Yugi suddenly remembered something. The money! He had told himself that he would give half of each day’s earnings to Atem since the Pharaoh had helped him to run the store before his collapse.
“Be right back!” he announced, jumping up from the table and tearing back into the shop.
Before Atem could even formulate a reply, Yugi was back, cash box in hand. He opened it and carelessly dumped the money onto the table.
“What are you doing?” Atem inquired.
“Counting. Forgot earlier,” replied Yugi.
‘Ma’at’s scale!’ Atem arched an eyebrow.
Yugi counted out the money and made out ¥102865.95.
“Not bad!” he said happily.
Then he pulled out a piece of paper and wrote out a division problem. When he was finished, the take was divided into two even halves of ¥51432.975 each, one of which he unceremoniously shoved into Atem’s hands.
“Yugi?” the Pharaoh asked, confusion written all over his face.
“Whatever profit we make from the shop, I’m giving you half,” Yugi announced. “That’s yours. Take it!”
“But, I didn’t…” Atem began.
“No. I want you to take it. You helped me out today, so this is yours by rights. Don’t worry about leaving early; I made you do that. If you’re willing, I’d like you to run the shop with me, share the work, share the profit. Fifty-fifty,” proposed Yugi.
As Atem looked down at their hands, Yugi’s words rang true. Now that he had a separate body, he would need to be able to make his own way in the world. He had little other skill to speak of, other than gaming. As long as he worked in the game shop, he wouldn’t have to feel like he was a burden to Yugi. He raised his incarnadine irises to Yugi as a smile spread slowly across his features.
“Partners it is,” he said as he allowed Yugi to fold the money into his hands.
As Yugi went to pull away, Atem pulled Yugi’s hands up to his lips and began planting tender kisses along his knuckles. Yugi froze and stared at the spectacle of the handsome Egyptian worshiping his hands with his lips. A pretty rubicon tint leapt into his cheeks and his eyes went as dark as eggplant.
When burning crimson eyes met his gaze and a sultry smile spread on the Pharaoh’s countenance, Yugi felt that explosion of warmth in his core.
‘Correction. This is way beyond anything I ever felt for Anzu,’ Yugi thought as he stared into those beautiful ruby eyes that seemed to see right into his soul.
“Now that we’ve both sated our hunger, shall we pick up where we left off?” Atem purred.
“OK…” squeaked Yugi.
In a trice, he was up in Atem’s arms as the Pharaoh carried him bridal style back to the couch and laid him on it. When he felt those long, warm fingers slip under his clothes to caress his skin, he closed his eyes as his world exploded in flame.
“Paiå!” Atem growled
“Paik!” Yugi returned promptly as he looked into Atem’s loving gaze.
“Meriu!” Atem purred, eyes glowing with love for the younger man.
“Āa mertu!” Yugi returned, earning another grin from the Pharaoh.
“Ahh. Hearing my ancient tongue from your mouth stirs my blood,” Atem purred, hands sliding down once again to caress Yugi’s nether cheeks.
Scrunching his face up from the unusual and delightful sensations, Yugi reciprocated, appreciating the feeling of lean, hard muscle that rippled beneath the burnished skin of his Egyptian lover, over which his hands now traveled.
“Will you teach me?” he asked softly.
“It would be an honor, meriu,” Atem answered, fingers reaching the button of Yugi’s jeans.
Kayobi, Tuesday, July 23, 2002
When Yugi opened his eyes, he saw, much to his consternation, that the rain had returned with a vengeance.
“Ugh! Really?!” he groused.
“Looks like Ra has decided to hide his face from us today,” Atem’s voice rumbled next to him. “No matter. I’ll make breakfast.”
“There’s no point in opening the shop today,” said Yugi sourly.
“Then we can spend the day together, doing whatever you like,” said Atem as he stood up and retrieved the clothes he had laid out last night.
At those words, Yugi looked up, eyes lighting. Maybe rainy days weren’t that bad.
‘Plus, it’ll give Atem another day to rest…’
While Atem made breakfast, Yugi set two places at the table, then sat down to wait, eyes on his Pharaoh the whole time. No matter how often he saw him, heard his voice or even lay in his arms, part of Yugi still couldn’t truly believe that his Other was back for good and all.
Presently, Atem returned with two plates of breakfast scraped together from the last of Jou’s leftovers.
‘I’ll have to go shopping soon.’
“Thanks for the food.”
As he bit into the food, Yugi’s eyes widened at how tasty it was. From the first, Atem’s dishes had definitely been palatable, but now Yugi realized that this one was absolutely delicious.
‘Atem’s cooking’s better than Grandpa’s now,’ he thought as he chewed, actually taking time to taste the food instead of just shoveling it in.
After breakfast, the tricolors ventured into the living room and turned on the TV to see if there was anything on. Atem flipped through the channels, not really finding anything of interest, while Yugi leaned up against him, head pillowed on the Pharaoh’s shoulder.
Finally, he came on a station showing an anime and leaned forward a bit, interest piqued.
“That’s a good one,” said Yugi. “Not as good as the manga, but that’s normal.”
Atem fell into watching the anime, which was about a small, cute swordsman with a cross shaped scar on his left cheek. Having only seen anime a scant few times through Yugi’s eyes, this was a new experience for Atem, who watched as one in a dream. Yugi, having seen this anime already, let his eyelids slide shut and fell into a doze, listening to the pelting of the raindrops, head pillowed on Atem’s shoulder.
When the anime ended, Atem shut off the TV and looked over at Yugi, from whose mouth a rivulet of drool now ran, soaking the shoulder of his shirt.
‘Ugh, Yugi…’ he thought with a wince as he gave a gentle shake.
“Meriu, c’mon, wake up…” he said.
“Eh?” asked Yugi, eyelids cracking open as raised his head.
“The show’s over. Do you want to do something else?” asked Atem.
“Yeah… Sleep…” muttered Yugi, eyelids sliding shut again.
“Might we download some more MP3s?” Atem asked by way of saving his shirt.
“Oh, yeah! There might be some new ones,” said Yugi, standing up.
In Yugi’s room, the tricolors fired up KaZaa and searched for music from Destruct System and Baal.
When they tired of downloading multi-megabyte MP3s over dialup, Yugi fired up UT.
“Wanna play?” he asked.
“Not right now. You go first and I’ll watch,” decided the Egyptian.
“Cool!” said Yugi as he clicked to spawn.
Atem sat on Yugi’s bed and watched Yugi hammering away at the bots on his UT server. Yugi’s movements were quick and efficient and the game’s AI really couldn’t keep up with him and got blown away each time by Yugi’s happy fun balls. Tiring of watching the game for a bit, Atem glanced about the room until his eyes came to rest on a book he hadn’t noticed before. The thickness of it intrigued the Pharaoh, who stood from the bed and went to pick it up.
“May I look at this?” the Egyptian inquired.
“Hm? Oh, yeah,” said Yugi with an absent glance from his computer.
Atem leafed through the pages, checking all the information he came across.
Just then, the game announced the entry of Dog of War.
“Oh yeah!” said Yugi gleefully as he started stalking the map, seeking the unfortunate canine.
While Yugi got about the business of schooling Jou, Atem stretched out on the bed and plowed steadily through civilizations long gone.
“Wrong, wrong, wrong… Pure fantasy…” he muttered as he perused the accounts, wrinkling his nose in disdain.
“You sure?” asked Yugi as he ended another map. “The archeologists and historians of Domino University are very thorough in their research.”
Atem shot an affronted glare at his young partner.
“You would take their word over mine?” he hissed.
Seeing that he had offended his Pharaoh, Yugi promptly shook his head.
“Thank you…” said Atem acerbically.
Yugi returned to the game as he and Dog of War spawned on the next map. He continued fragging and being fragged with different weapons until Atem suddenly sat bolt upright on the bed next to him.
“My name…” he gasped, eyes wide in astonishment.
Upon hearing these words, Yugi stopped playing and turned his attention to the Pharaoh, who sat staring at page 200 of the history book with such wide eyes that Yugi couldn’t help but hold his breath.
“Yugi, had you a hand in this?” Atem asked, turning his gaze full on Yugi.
Yugi lowered his head and nodded guiltily, not even noticing that Dog of War had just respawned.
“Isis and Professor Yoshimori helped. I just… hated the idea of you being totally left out of history,” he explained.
The Pharaoh blinked. Then a warm smile spread across his features and his eyes glowed like twin fires as he reached out a hand, gently caressing Yugi’s cheek.
“Oh, Yugi. To go to such trouble for me, you are so good. Thank you.”
Yugi blushed and leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. His eyes flew open when he felt warm lips colliding softly with his.
Pausing only to set the book aside, Atem gently lifted Yugi from the chair and rolled him onto the mattress, hands gliding up under the younger man’s shirt to seek out the sensitive flesh beneath.
‘Oh… my… gods…’ was the last thing Yugi was able to think before all reason abandoned him.
Meanwhile on the computer…
Dog of War: yugi where r u?
Dog of War: wt hpnd y dnt u fire @ me?
Dog of War: y the hell dnt u respawn?
Dog of War: fine b tht way im goin 2 bed!
Dog of War had an aneurysm.
Suiyobi, Wednesday, July 24, 2002
Atem’s eyes opened to the sunlight streaming in through the window. He rolled over, a fond smile gracing his features at the sight of Yugi lying next to him, curled in on himself like a pill bug. The Pharaoh leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the younger man’s forehead, into which Yugi leaned. A glance at the clock showed that it was 7 AM.
After stretching himself out like a great big house cat, the Pharaoh rolled out of bed and approached the window, where he stood for several minutes, palms raised toward the sun, letting Ra’s life giving light flood into his body and quicken his blood. At length, he strolled boldly out of the room, clad in nothing more than his skin, toward Yugi’s room to “borrow” more of his Partner’s clothes for the day.
Atem cast a longing glance at the leather goods that seemed to be calling him. However, it was simply too hot out for leather to be a good idea. Instead he chose a simple blue t-shirt and denim shorts. Again, his spiky hair was pulled back into a cute little ponytail at the back of his head.
‘I swear I just get better looking with each passing day,’ Atem thought as he admired himself in Yugi’s small mirror.
After his morning walk, behold Atem in the kitchen, leafing through the recipe book. Presently, he stumbled upon a Russian breakfast that looked rather daunting. Crimson irises glinted; Atem had always enjoyed a challenge.
The recipe required ingredients which weren’t available to Atem, such as a cheese called Tvorog. However, there were some other cheeses in the fridge, so the Pharaoh decided to make do with those. Kielbasa was substituted with ham and the seeded rolls with regular. Following the directions, Atem soon had everything heating, making modifications as necessary for the change in ingredients.
With breakfast well underway, Atem turned his attention to the staircase. The first day, Yugi had come tearing down the stairs. Last night, they had been up rather late, so Yugi might not be so quick this morning.
The minutes ticked by until another 15 minutes had passed and it was now 7:45. Atem adjusted the temperature to keep everything warm and waited a bit more. After 15 more minutes, he decided it was time to rouse the sleeping beauty upstairs.
Atem found Yugi lying on his back, head thrown back in the abandon of sleep, complete with a rivulet of drool coursing down his right cheek. The Pharaoh snorted in amusement and shook his head at the sight, wishing that he had a camera of his own to capture this unguarded moment. With a sigh, he shook Yugi’s shoulder gently.
“Yugi, time to wake up. Breakfast is waiting,” he said softly.
“Nnneeugh… Not now, Gram’pa… I graj’wated,” Yugi slurred, rolling over so that his back was to Atem.
‘Grandpa?’ thought the Pharaoh with another amused snort.
“Not Grandpa, Atem,” he gently corrected with another shake.
“Go ‘way,” Yugi slurred.
‘Alright, Partner. Have it your way,’ Atem thought, a wicked smirk spreading across his features as he slipped his hands under the blanket, seeking out Yugi’s sensitive skin.
As soon as his fingertips found purchase, he began sliding them lightly over Yugi’s skin, feeling as it rippled under his exploring touch.
“Ah! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Atem! Ha ha ha ha! What are ha ha ha ha! you doing?! Ha ha ha ha!” Yugi yelped as his eyes flew open and his body began squirming under the Pharaoh’s roaming fingers.
“Eight o’clock. Time to rise if we’re to have the shop open by 9. Breakfast awaits,” replied Atem as he stood back up.
“You have strange ways of waking people up,” groused Yugi as he stretched out and rolled out of bed.
“You weren’t responding to the normal methods,” was Atem’s smart reply.
For a moment, Yugi glowered at the Pharaoh, but then let it go with a sigh.
“What country today?” he asked.
“Russia,” answered Atem.
“Oh, boy! Ham!” cried Yugi as he bounded for his room for some clothes.
“Ha!” Atem chuckled before heading back downstairs to attend to the food.
Yugi was downstairs and at the table in only five minutes.
‘Is he that hungry?’ Atem wondered as he served up the breakfast.
“Thanks for the food.”
Yugi began shoveling his food in so fast that it seemed as though he didn’t even chew it.
‘Guess that answers that question,’ Atem thought as he began his meal at a more sedate pace.
After breakfast, the tricolors went to work in the store again, Yugi opening up and minding the register while Atem drifted about in the background, doing everything necessary to keep things running smoothly.
Whenever there were no customers, Yugi would float into the back rooms and talk with Atem as he worked, violet eyes seeming to devour the Egyptian as he moved from one shelf to another, watching for any sign of faltering on the Pharaoh’s part. Only the jingling of the front door bell could tear Yugi away from his Other.
The day proceeded normally, with no signs of relapse for Atem. However, unlike yesterday, he did stop for a break when he got tired, so perhaps this was the reason.
That night…
Yugi hastily closed the bathroom door behind him. Was he late for anything important? No. As most Japanese, he took his shower and bath in the evening. Simply put, he wanted to get his shower out of the way and then get a few hours of online gaming before going to bed.
Hanging up his pajamas, he stepped down into the bathing area. Yugi turned the knobs until hot water erupted from the sprayer. He picked up the sprayer from its hook on the wall and began dousing himself with hot water, from the tips of his spiky hair to the tips of his toes. Soon, his hair hung down over his shoulders, water cascading from the ends in heavy torrents.
Grabbing the shampoo bottle, Yugi went to pour a dollop into his hands. However, because he was in a hurry, he didn’t take the time to grip it carefully and it slipped out of his wet hands, hitting the tiled floor and bouncing off it.
“Damn it!” he swore as he knelt down to pick up the shampoo.
The site of another pair of bare feet standing before him and the feeling of a strong hand staying his made him stop and look up. Before him, in all his unabashed glory stood Atem, muscles rippling beneath bronze skin as the Pharaoh casually stooped down and picked up the shampoo bottle, as though walking in on people showering were a daily habit for him.
Yugi gulped and stood where he was, quite immobilized by the Pharaoh’s hypnotic presence. He couldn’t even offer any protest as Atem squirted a dollop of shampoo into his right hand and set the bottle back on the rack. Nor could he protest when Atem put his free hand on his left shoulder and guided him to sit on the small plastic stool, then squatted down behind him, so that Yugi’s back touched the Pharaoh’s chest.
All thought of protest or question fled Yugi’s brain when he felt those long, strong fingers on his scalp, beginning to work the shampoo into every last tendril of tricolored hair. A delicious tingle exploded in Yugi’s being, causing his body to tremble. As long minutes passed, Yugi fell into a half doze even as he sat, his back to Atem’s chest as the Pharaoh took his time, rubbing the shampoo thoroughly into his hair. Long after the shampoo had been worked in, Atem’s fingers remained, gently massaging Yugi’s scalp, back, front, sides, then all around.
Finally, Yugi felt Atem’s left hand under his chin, tilting his head back as the sprayer was clicked on and hot water ran forcefully through his hair, washing away all the shampoo. As with the lathering, Atem took his time, spraying the water through Yugi’s hair, picking up handfuls of it and spraying them, before he turned off the water and hung up the sprayer. The entire procedure was repeated with the conditioner.
Atem worked the sprayer way down until Yugi’s back was nice and damp. Stopping the flow, Atem set the sprayer back on its hook, then grabbed the soap, which he quickly worked into a lather in his hands. Not even bothering with a cloth or any kind of lathering aid, Atem started massaging Yugi’s shoulders with soapy hands.
Yugi still couldn’t move or speak. His senses were heightened and everywhere that Atem touched tingled with icy fire just beneath his skin. The Pharaoh’s strong hands took their time massaging the soap onto the skin of Yugi’s shoulders, moving with gentle centripetal motions, soothing away any tension they came upon.
Yugi gasped as Atem’s hands worked their way down his spine, now pressing in more deeply, massaging and lathering him simultaneously. He bit out a groan as Atem’s fingers found a rather painful knot. Atem paused here, pressing in deeply to rub the tension out of that spot. Yugi gave a yelp and attempted to pull away, but was stayed by the Pharaoh’s left hand on his shoulder.
Yugi remained still and as the massage continued, the pain gradually abated as his muscles relaxed under Atem’s touch. Yugi felt his head droop forward. Atem’s hands continued down until Yugi’s eyes flew open again when he felt those wonderful fingers massaging soap onto his twin globes. Yugi’s cheeks turned tinted pink as the Pharaoh continued his work.
Then, just as Yugi was at the height of his enjoyment, the massage was over and the hot spray returned, chasing all the soap from his backside. Atem ran the sprayer over Yugi’s back three times, to be sure he had removed every last drop of soap.
Holding Yugi’s body flush against his, Atem proceeded to spray Yugi’s chest, stomach and limbs. Finished, he hung the sprayer up again, lathered his hands, then wrapped them around Yugi’s neck and began lathering it in small circles, starting just under Yugi’s jaw and moving slowly down the younger man’s slim neck, moving with only the gentlest touch so as not to alarm Yugi.
Indeed, Yugi was past being alarmed. Lost in the sensation of those strong, yet wonderfully gentle hands around his neck, Yugi’s eyes fell closed and he relaxed completely, trusting his Pharaoh implicitly.
At this gesture of trust, a tender smile graced Atem’s features as he continued his work at a slow, almost languorous pace.
Finished with Yugi’s neck, the Pharaoh removed his hands (much to Yugi’s disappointment) and lathered up once again. He then began working on Yugi’s chest, moving in slow centripetal circles and stopping several times to pinch and roll Yugi’s nipples, which caused the younger man to shiver and whimper under his touch. It felt so good, almost too good, overwhelming his senses. Eyes rolling back in their sockets, he let out a groan from the back of his throat.
Atem felt Yugi’s throaty moan vibrate through his whole body, heating up his inner core and causing a slight twitching in his nether regions. Unable to resist the urge to do so, he lowered his head and bit gently into the juncture of Yugi’s neck and left shoulder, drawing a gasp from the young man pressed against him. Atem swirled his tongue in a soothing circle over the skin he had just bitten.
Then Atem’s hands were on Yugi’s stomach, moving in slow sensual circles around his navel. When a soapy finger dipped into the small hole, Yugi’s whole body shuddered against Atem’s. With a deep chuckle, the Pharaoh continued his ministrations at a slow, languorous pace. Strong hands smoothly glided over and caressed Yugi’s skin, very gently massaging muscles residing just beneath.
Then they were traveling lower, lower. Yugi’s hips bucked involuntarily as Atem’s hands came dangerously close to that area. However, to his great disappointment, they passed and continued with a sure and firm touch down his thighs, moving around, coating every inch of them in soap. Each leg was gently lifted and soaped, the Pharaoh’s hands traveling slowly down, kneading thigh and calf muscles as he went.
Yugi’s feet were given special attention, with Atem’s forefinger lathering between each of Yugi’s toes, taking the time to gently pull on his big toes, which caused Yugi to throw back his head and groan in ecstasy.
Then those hands were tracing up, up, up, past the kneecaps over the thighs, closing in on that special area. Atem shifted his heated gaze over to Yugi’s large, luminous violets, begging the question. A small smile from Yugi was all the consent Atem needed and not a second later, Yugi felt himself being caressed intimately. As fingers lovingly enfolded him and slipped something back, a jolt of heat burned through his body, causing him to fall breathlessly back into the hard body of the Egyptian.
A deep, reassuring chuckle reached his ears as he felt water, not soap, being rubbed onto his sensitive skin, fingers alternately caressing, stroking and squeezing. Yugi bit his lower lip to hold back a groan, but only partially succeeded. When he felt a finger caress the slit on his head, he lost control.
“Haaa-aaaah!”
Yugi was distracted by a set of lips sucking on his earlobe while those hands continued their intimate work, now moving back to caress the twin globes. These were lifted and wetted by gently caressing hands and rubbing fingers.
“Ooooo aaaaaaaaaaa ooooooooooooo!”
Wrapping an arm around Yugi to steady him, Atem caressed Yugi’s rigid desire in his right hand and began a series of long gentle strokes, while his left hand continued to caress the younger man’s sac.
“Oooooooooo Ateeeeeeeeemmmmm… Ooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!”
Unable to focus properly, glazed over violet eyes were scrunched shut as Yugi was lost in all these sensations that the Egyptian was visiting upon him. He had only set out to take a quick shower and was now on the verge of passing out. The two hands continued their slow, steady work, further and further undoing Yugi, wave after wave of warmth breaking over him.
The hand stroking his rigidity gave a few stronger squeezes and sped up the tempo just a bit while the hand caressing the globes gave a tighter squeeze. These movements completely broke Yugi’s control as a wave of heat engulfed him and he felt his essence shoot from his tip as his entire body collapsed against the hard body behind him.
“Aaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Poor Yugi was only saved from a complete wipeout by the strong arms that held him up. Quite the next moment, he heard the soft click of the sprayer being turned on and felt the warm spray against his skin as his Other proceeded to wash the evidence of his pleasure from his body.
“Heh heh heh. Looks like you enjoyed yourself, meriu.”
Yugi heard Atem’s words distantly, but wasn’t quite able to register them, still reeling from all the intense sensations he had been bombarded with. Now he heard the sprayer click off again and felt himself being lifted into his Other’s arms.
“A… tem?” he slurred.
Not responding, Atem carried Yugi over to the bathtub, already filled with hot water and gently deposited him in it. Yugi was grateful to feel the hot water hit his skin.
As he watched, Atem prowled back over to the shower area, picked up the sprayer and doused himself head to toe in hot water. After washing his hair, he picked up the soap and proceeded to slowly and sensually run it over every inch of his body in subtly sexual movements, casting several not so surreptitious glances Yugi’s way.
As Yugi watched, he found himself hardening again at the spectacle before him that was Atem showering. Despite being drained and sated, he felt the flame kindling anew in his core. What manner of effect was this Egyptian having on him?! It was as though he were taking something as mundane as showering and turning it into an erotic dance!
The rinse off proved not to be a letdown from the soaping, Atem taking far longer than necessary to run the spray over every inch of skin and prolonging his work on certain areas, so that Yugi’s eyes would see every inch of him being cleansed.
The warmth in Yugi’s core slowly boiled up to molten heat as the now thoroughly rinsed Atem stalked over to the bathtub, a sultry smile breaking on his features as he saw violet eyes thoroughly fixed on his form. The Pharaoh climbed into the tub so that he was seated across from Yugi, ruby irises smouldering with love for the younger man. Yugi’s lips slowly quirked up in a smile.
Yugi leaned forward and settled himself against Atem’s chest, enjoying the feeling of the firm muscle under him.
Atem wrapped his arms around Yugi’s supple form as the younger man snuggled against him. Closing his eyes in contentment, he rested his chin on the crown of Yugi’s head and let himself relax completely.
Yugi relaxed into Atem’s embrace, pillowing his cheek against the strong chest. Absently, his hands traveled lower, snaking down Atem’s stomach, feeling muscles quiver underneath in response to his touch.
Atem’s eyes were closed in a light doze as he enjoyed the feeling of the hot water on his skin, the steam in his nostrils and most of all, the warm, lithe body ensconced in his arms. Heavy eyelids cracked open at the feeling of delicate hands traveling oh so lightly over his skin, tickling his stomach every now and then, causing him to squirm a bit at the touch.
‘The little tease. Has he any idea what he’s doing to me?’ Atem thought as his earlier desire began to rekindle in his core.
The feeling of one of those gentle hands suddenly enveloping him in a silken embrace caused his body to shake. Crimson eyes opened and looked down into soft violets, which gazed up questioningly at him, just as the soft hand gave a single experimental stroke.
“H-aaaah! Yugi…” Atem gasped.
Violet eyes absently looked down, but immediately took notice of the evidence of Atem’s desire under the water. It was the same as what Atem had done to him several nights ago. With a soft smile, Yugi decided he would reciprocate. Without hesitation, he wrapped his left hand around his Other’s length. When he felt the strong body quiver, he looked up into a pair of fevered rubies.
Yugi began stroking the stiff pole, using slow, deep strokes, as Atem had done on him in the shower, listening appreciatively as Atem’s breath began to come in gasps and pants, his body rigid under Yugi’s touch.
Atem felt his reason rapidly draining away under Yugi’s innocently sensual touch. Each stroke caused him to come more and more undone. He found himself writhing as the slow, deep strokes continued.
As the heat built more and more, Atem felt his head turning side to side involuntarily, teeth gritted and face taut in ecstasy.
“Gaaaaaah aaaaaaah!” he cried as it started to hit him.
Yugi felt the organ in his hands pulsating as it readied to expel its payload. The body under his ministrations writhed as it desperately sought release.
A quick glance at Atem’s face showed that Yugi’s touch was having the desired effect as the Egyptian’s head twisted from side to side, eyes scrunched tightly shut, pharaonic pride cast aside long ago.
Smiling sweetly, Yugi gave one final, long stroke while taking a deep breath and plunging his face underwater. His lips wrapped around the straining organ and with two good pulls, felt it pulse as white essence came shooting out of the tip. Swallowing the urge to gag, he forced himself to take Atem’s seed down his throat while the Pharaoh screamed his release, the cry muffled not one iota by the water that currently engulfed Yugi’s ears.
Entire body quaking and straining, eyes scrunched shut and head thrown back, Atem never saw Yugi’s head disappear underwater. Instead he felt, felt as the hands left him in agony for just a split second before something warm and wet wrapped around him. With two strong pulls, the last of his control snapped and he exploded.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
It seemed like everything inside him went gushing out into the wet cavern that now serviced him, pulling him deeper and deeper in. The warm tingling feeling shot through him, from the crown of his head to the curled up tips of his toes and for a few seconds, he was enveloped in warmth and light, floating, blissfully conscious of a wonderful, light feeling softly caressing him.
‘I guess that answers that question…’
Yugi swallowed and swallowed, running his tongue along the vein on the bottom of the organ to encourage it to give all it had. It gave that and more. By the time it was dribbling its remnants, Yugi’s face was turning blue from lack of oxygen. Swallowing the last few drops, he disengaged his mouth from the now flaccid length and broke the surface just as his lungs forced him to breathe.
“Hyaaaha!”
Breathless violets locked with exhausted and exultant crimsons and a pair of smiles were exchanged before Yugi leaned forward and met Atem’s lips with his own, allowing the Pharaoh to taste his own essence in Yugi’s mouth.
“Oh, Yugi,” said Atem with a warm, languid smile as he wrapped his arms around his young partner. “You’re as full of surprises as the Sahara is full of sand.”
Yugi’s response was a good firm hug around Atem’s neck, which Atem gladly returned, caressing the back of Yugi’s head as he did so. The feeling of the Pharaoh’s hands caressing the back of his head and the small of his back loosened him, making him go boneless in his Other’s arms.
“Mine,” Atem whispered into Yugi’s ear.
“Yours,” Yugi returned as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the warmth and security of Atem’s arms.
Yugi never did get to his online games that night.
Atem shut off the light and climbed into bed next to Yugi. After pulling the sheet over both their forms, the Pharaoh wrapped his arms around the young duelist and pulled him close.
“Paiå meriu,” Atem whispered.
“Paiå nefer perah,” Yugi replied back, cheeks burning so hot that he thought they must be visible in the darkness.
“Ha ha ha! Good night, meriu,” Atem murmured, planting a kiss on the crown of Yugi’s head.
“G’night, Atem,” Yugi murmured, burying his face against Atem’s chest.
Sighing in their contentment, both young men gave themselves over to sleep.
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